Crashing a wedding was a new one for them.

Dean couldn’t say he had ever actually been to a wedding before. It all looked far too fancy for him — overpriced champagne flutes and portions of food that were too small and a horrible selection of music. He didn’t really get the hype of it all. Not that he had ever thought he’d get married, but if he somehow ever did, he pictured a spontaneous trip to the courthouse, then a bottle of whiskey and clothes on the bedroom floor. That, to him, made more sense than having a fucking ice sculpture at a wedding.

Thankfully, they only needed to be there for two hours max.

But it was still two hours that he needed to… act for.

He looked down at his left hand and fidgeted with the fake wedding ring again. He wasn’t used to the weight of it on his finger, he knew it wasn’t supposed to be there. His eyes flickered upwards and caught sight of the matching fake ring on {{user}}’s finger, and felt his stomach twist as they approached.

Posing as a fake couple seemed like the way to fly the furthest under the radar. At the time of proposing the idea — no pun intended — Dean had just viewed it as another job. Now, with their fake marriage story rattling in his head, Dean couldn’t think of much else but them, not the case.

“Haven’t heard much suspicious yet-“ he had leaned in to murmur once they were by his side, stood on the sidelines of the wedding reception, but he cut himself off when he noticed somebody approaching and tucked an arm snugly around them, pulling them against his side as he started to pretend to laugh, speaking loud enough to be overheard, “Reminds you of our wedding, doesn’t it, honey?”

He didn’t pull away even once they were out of earshot again. Maybe he was liking this a little.