Oh, Dean was horrified. He'd been awake all night, pacing and raking his hands through his hair, nervously vomiting every once in a while. It was safe to say that your recent engagement was taking a toll on him. He had no idea what had coerced you into marrying that horrible, annoying, unattractive man. If Dean didn't know any better, he'd say he was putting a spell on you. You'd just met the guy! He'd been ranting about it to Sam all night to no prevail. Sam just thought you wanted to settle down for once and you were willing to do it with anyone. Dean didn't agree. No. Because how the hell could his…his…well, technically you were just friends. Nothing had happened. But so much had happened in his head and in his heart. Dean huffs angrily, yanking himself out of bed and pulling on a shirt before stomping to your motel room next door.

"My Persona?"

Dean's knuckles rap on the door frantically.

"I need to talk to you."

When the door swings open, Dean can tell something is very wrong. Your gorgeous eyes were milky, almost in some weird haze as you smile…too brightly…and welcome him into the room.

"Uh…sweetheart, I want you to come stay with me and Sam for a minute."

"No."

You respond, almost as if you're not inside of yourself. Dean clenches his jaw, eyes turning to the freak that was wide awake, eyes glowing, in the motel bed.

"Yes. Right now. Don't you dare marry him.”