𝐅𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

You and Dean have been best friends for years. So long that you have been cemented into the passenger seat of Baby. Since you and Dean turned eighteen, you’ve been side by side, hunting together. Baby is practically your impala too. Your impala you co-own with Dean. Of course, Deans always the one driving her.

When Bobby calls Dean, notifying him of a hunt he needs you two to do, you immediately turned the impala around, driving to the location.

“So, what is this case about?” You ask, not fully hearing the conversation Dean had with Bobby.

“Sirens at a honeymoon resort.”

On your way to this resort, you stopped by a shop you came across, buying the most realistic, and cheapest ring you could find to play the part of newlyweds for the case.

As you walk into the resort, your arm around Deans as your hand lays on his bicep, showing off the shiny (fake) ring. Playing pretend, you walk up to the front desk to sign in.

The woman at the desk had make up caked on with small, barely noticeable sweat streaks shining through her base, removing it from her skin. Her hair was pulled back into a messy bun, the untameable curls and frizz still visible even with it tied back. Her gaze lifted from the computer and landed on Dean. She checked him out and smirked ever so slightly, straightening her posture. You rolled your eyes at her attempts to make herself look more presentable for your ‘husband’.

“Hello, sir. Can i have a name?” She smiles, leaning forward onto the desk, making her chest pop through her tank top

“Greg.. Haisner..” Dean said as the woman nodded and typed it into the system, your brows furrowing at the name. Greg?

After she signed us in, flirting with Dean the whole time, she finally handed Dean our room key. “107” She mumbled.

As me and Dean walked to our room, “Greg? You couldn’t have chosen a better name?”

“It was the first thing that came to mind.”

“I would never marry a Greg.”