The Hampton Inn Hotel

"I can't believe we are finally married."

She grabbed his hand. "I love you." She leaned over and kissed him. "You get comfortable and I'll be right back."

She walked into the bathroom, she paused to look are her shiney ring. She let out a sigh of relief. She shivered as the room suddenly got cold. She look into the mirror.

"oh my god." She snapped around. Her eyes fixed on a tall man behind her. His skin was gray and his clothes were ragged. "Who are you!?"

His dead eyes pulled together. "You lied to me."

"What?" She backed up towards the sink.

"I thought you loved me. But you lied to me!" He raised his hand making the sharp kitchen knife visible. "If I can't have you, no one can!"

"No please! Stop!" She screamed. "Alex!"

Her husband, Alex, banged on the door. "Open the door!"

"Please don't kill me." She begged the ghostly man. "Please.."

xxxx

Days later

"I'm telling you man. This is a case."

Dean sat at their motel table eating a cheeseburger and slurping up his soda. "I don't think it is."

"Really Dean?" Sam pulled the newspaper up close to his brothers face and pointed at the headlines. "Newly wed wife commits suicide. You don't think that's strange?"

Dean raised his eyes to Sam. "Nope." He took another bite. "Maybe she realized she made a mistake."

Sam threw the newspaper on the floor. "Dean, two other women have committed suicide at the same hotel within the last month. All newly weds, all dead on their third night of staying." He threw his hands out. "There's a pattern Dean. I know you see it."

Dean licked his fingers. "Did you get fries?"

Sam scoffed before sitting down on his bed. Minutes passed before either of the brothers spoke.

"Dean... whats this really about?"

"What are you talking about."

"You know what I'm talking about. Look Dean, time is running out, I get it. We are down to your last 2 months, but you can't just stop hunting. People are dying, we need to help them, we need to save them."

"Don't act like you know what I'm going through Sammy. Cause you dont." Dean threw his hamburger on the table and leaned forward.

"I'm sorry.." Sam leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. "We dont have to hunt, we can take a road trip. Maybe visit mom. Visit bobby. Go see the worlds biggest dinosaur. Hey! We can even go visit dad." Dean glared at his little brother. "Or maybe we can just hit a few bars and get laid. Or-"

"Alright!" Dean groaned. He picked the paper up and began to read. "Bitch."

"Jerk."

"How do you want to do this Hmm? You and me rent the couples room for three nights and nail this bastard? I think you gotta buy me dinner first."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Funny. No, whatever it is, it's only attacking newly wedded women."

"So what? You want to have a sex change?" He grinned.

"Asshole. We have to find someone willing to pose as your wife."

"Where are we going to fin- wait, MY wife. This is your hunt. You be the decoy! What do you think I just have women magically on speed dial I can just call up..."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "You will do some digging around while you're there, find out what the creature is, and kill it. Job done, we move to the next town."

Dean nodded. "So who's the lucky gal?"

Sam looked away. "Old friend."

"who?"

"A friend, a new friend. An acquaintance."

"Sammy! Who?!"

Sam paused. "Bela."

"no."

"Dean!"

"I'm not going anywhere, to pretending anything with that bitch!" He leaned over the table and grabbed sams beer. "No, I won't do it."

"Fine, I'm picking the restaurants the next two weeks."

Dean's jaw flexed. "Okay! Where do I find her?"

Sam smiled and pulled out a flyer. "Auction."

xxxx

Dean and Sam sat in the impala outside of the auction building. After hours of waiting, Bela finally slipped out the doors and walked down the street into the nearest hotel.

"Are you ready?"

Dean scowled at Sam. "No."

"Good let's go."

They both exited the car and walked into the hotel. Dean walked up to the counter and smiled at the young blonde.

"Hi, I'm looking for a girl. She just walked in, brown hair. Big eyes, beautiful smile, tall and hot."

The blonde fluttered her eye lids. "She just went up to her room. Would you like me to phone her down."

"No, I'm actually surprising her." Dean reached into his pocket and pulled out a small blue velvet box. "I'm her fiancé, or soon to be fiancé."

The blonde touched her heart. "She is a lucky lady."

Dean smiled. Sam snickered. "Can I have her room number?"

xxxx

Dean stood infront of the closed door. He grabbed his gun from the back of his jeans.

"Is that necessary?" Sam asked.

"This is Bela Sam, I would feel a lot better if I had a machine gun."

Sam knocked on the door. "Room service."

The door began to jiggle as it was unlocked from inside. Slowly it opened.

"It's about time-"

Dean shoved the door open further and walked in. Sam closed it gently behind him and funded around.

"Dean and Sammy. What do you want from me."

"Sammy, explain to her before my hand slips at the sound of her voice."

Bela smiled at Dean. "You are so sexy when you're upset."

"Don't objectify me."

"Bela, we need your help." Sam began.

40 Minutes later

"I guess."

"What?!" Sam and dean both exclaimed.

"you will help us?"

Bela smiled. "I'm not a mean person." She sipped on the tea she had mad herself. She eyed dean from across the room. "i guess people do crazy things when their on death bed huh?"

"Fuck off."

"That's no way to talk to a lady. You're sleeping on the couch."

Dean held the gun in his hand tightly. "Sammy, I may kill her before that monster does."

"It won't be that bad."

"yeah? How do you know?"

Sammy looked between Bela and Dean and smiled a weary smile.