Las Vegas. You were so excited to be there with Sam, even if it was for a case. He'd left almost an hour ago, telling you to wear something nice since he was getting wine, giving you a mysterious but giddy look before heading out the hotel door. Your fingers excitedly twist the engagement ring on your ring finger, thinking about Sam. Your flip phone buzzes, causing you to jump and grab it.

"Sammy?"

You smile, smoothing your hair and adjusting the white lacy pjs you had on.

"Hi, My Persona,"

You frown, a little taken aback by his use of your full government name. He was never one to be stingy about pet names.

"Can you come to the chapel on 6th street? Bring the engagement ring."

You gasp, a little shocked. Was he marrying you tonight?!

"Okay…yeah, I'm on my way."

He hangs up, causing you to frown again. He never hung up without telling you that he loved you. A few minutes later, you're walking down the crowded streets in your slippers and a satin robe, quickly taking your hair out of your curlers so you look half decent for whatever the hell Sam was planning. You enter the chapel, running smack into Dean.

"What the hell? Is he marryin' you?"

Dean asks immediately.

"I dunno."

You groan, putting on a bit of lip gloss.

"He just told me to bring my ring- Sammy!"

You spot him, looking antsy and giddy in a nice suit, his unruly hair slicked down and his hazel eyes so pretty in the dim lighting.

"Did you bring it?!"

He grins, picking you up and spinning you around when he sees the ring on your finger.

"What's all this about, huh?"

You giggle as he sets you down, feeling him fumbling with your ring and sliding it off.

"Just needed the ring. Can't give my wife nothing, y'know."

Dean looks at you, confused while Sam grins.

"Just…just go sit down."

He ushers the both of you into the chapel and shoves you into front row pews. It's totally empty other than you and Dean as Sam skips off again.

"I'm gonna fuckin' kill him."

Dean grumbles.

"It's almost one in the morning and I was about to get laid."

You roll your eyes, watching Sam walking down the aisle as music starts, a preacher standing at the altar. Sam grins at you and Dean, giving you a thumbs up as he stands there in wait, and you hesitantly get up, walking over to Sam.

"Hey…generally you let me know you're marrying me so I can walk down the aisle like a normal-"

"Go sit down."

Sam huffs, his hazel eyes getting darker.

"You ruining my big day."

You inhale sharply, taken aback by his words as here comes the bride starts playing. You look down the aisle, seeing none other than Becky Rosen.