He didn't want to meet her father, really. He could only imagine family gatherings with the Winchesters and the gods. Pin the muffler on the car. Target practice. Demolition derbies. He was sure they could think of endless ways to entertain themselves.
But it didn't matter. Because she was speaking softly into his ear, her breath making his skin tingle. He smiled, his eyes closed, enjoying the feel of her in his arms, squeezing her in return. He offered up a silent thank you to Anne, knowing that wherever she'd gotten to, she would hear it.
Maybe loving a goddess wasn't easy, but he was certainly willing to give it the old college try.