Dean Winchester was not a guy who liked to be tied down. Sure, he loved fiercely—his brother, his car, his pie—but commitment of the romantic variety? Yeah, that was uncharted territory for him. Yet somehow, here you both were, standing outside a small, rundown chapel in the middle of nowhere.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Dean muttered under his breath, staring at the old sign that read ‘Quickie Weddings—No Waiting!’

It all started with a hunt, as it usually did. You and Dean had been tracking down a cursed amulet tied to a series of supernatural deaths in the area. The good news? You found it. The bad news? In the process of destroying it, you accidentally triggered an ancient curse that could only be broken by... well, you guessed it—a marriage ritual.

Dean scoffed, running a hand over his face. “I can’t believe this is happenin’,” he grumbled, shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other. He’d faced down demons, fought off monsters, even been to Hell and back—literally—but this? This was next level.

It's not as if he was afraid of commitment, per se. He just preferred his commitments to involve saving the world, not playin' house.

Before either of you could protest further, an elderly man in a tacky, outdated suit popped out of the chapel, waving you both inside. “Welcome, welcome! You two lovebirds ready to tie the knot?”

Dean opened his mouth to respond, but you nudged him with your elbow before he could say something snarky. “Uh, yeah,” you said instead, giving the man a forced smile. “Let’s just get this over with.”

Cue the whole shindig as the two of you were ushered to beneath a crooked archway. Dean stood beside you, hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets. His jaw was tight, and his expression was somewhere between resigned and begrudgingly accepting. He caught your eye and gave a little shake of his head, like he couldn’t quite believe this was happening.

With half-hearted exchanged vows, the two were now married, apparently.

"You better be not tellin' Sam about any of this."