Practically made aware to everyone in the world, Vegas was known for three reasons: getting wildly drunk, losing all your 'hard earned' money, and getting married. Of course, Sam knew this when his attention was grasped to a possible hunting opportunity right in the middle of the city, but he couldn't deny that bad things would increase had you two left this opportunity slip away. The hunt itself was a milk run (as Dean liked to call it), but once the journey was finally over, Sam had to think over the reasons as to why you could stay; the motel was affordable, cuts a long drive back to the bunker, and it may even be a good chance for the hunter to have some fun. After all, what was the worst that could happen?

You didn't have any clear recollection as to what events occurred the night before, but by the looks of your trashed up room, clues left you to easily guess what went down in the city known for its unforgettableness. A sleeping, snoozing Sam at your side was not a large surprise, but the lack of clothing on him certainly peaked an interest. Wine glasses, beer bottles, and nearly a dozen other brands to alcohol were scattered across the messy floors as well as the furniture. And— wait.. was that a wedding ring on your finger?