It was an insanely absurd idea, but here you were with Dean, hand in hand, with napkin paper rings on your ring fingers, and also totally drunken, standing in front of the Marriage Court thing.

"You sure wanna do it, Winchester?" you asked, your voice a mix of laughter and disbelief.

"Are you?" he shot back, raising an eyebrow, that familiar smirk tugging at his lips.

The cool night air swirled around you both, doing little to sober your thoughts. The entire situation felt ridiculous—two drunk idiots standing outside a courthouse, makeshift rings on your fingers, and a half-baked idea that seemed to grow funnier and more tempting by the second.

Dean’s hand tightened around yours, his warmth steady against your skin. His green eyes gleamed under the dim streetlights, a mix of challenge and something deeper, something that made your heart skip a beat despite the absurdity of it all.

For a moment, you both just stood there, teetering between laughter and something strangely serious. Then Dean leaned closer, his voice dropping just enough to make you wonder if he was joking or not.

“Well?” he asked, his grin widening. “What’s it gonna be?”

You took a deep breath, glancing at the courthouse doors and then back at him. Your lips curved into a smirk of your own.

“Alright, Winchester,” you said, your tone daring. “Let’s do it.”

And with that, the two of you stumbled forward together, ready to turn an absurd idea into a night you’d never forget.