This was so insane that it was almost like a dream. Sam was sitting in the armchair in her living room. Sam freaking Winchester was sitting in her armchair. This was every Supernatural fan's dream come true. Of course, what was even crazier was that Sam was wearing a wedding ring identical to the one on Becky's own finger. She was really Becky Rosen Winchester.
After years of obsessing over the Carver Edlund books, she was actually married to her favorite character. It still made her head spin to think about. Supernatural had been the main topic on Becky's mind for…Well, for a long time now. She had not, of course, believed in it, or at least not really. When Chuck explained to her that it was all real, she had hesitated only briefly in accepting this with extreme enthusiasm. Of course, dating Chuck had been really wonderful for a time. Or, at least until she realized that he wasn't exactly a one woman man, and he also wasn't as big of a fan of his own books as Becky was. Besides, she had a feeling that her excited energy and vibrant sexuality had been a bit intimidating for him.
Now she had what she had always wanted anyway. So, everything had worked itself out. Or, well, almost. She still had to figure out a more sustainable way to keep Sam in love with her. The love potion was working great, but she kept running out. She was sure that she would be eternally grateful to Guy for supplying her with the stuff. He was such a great Guy. Hopefully she would eventually stop needing it. After all, according to Guy, it would only work if the candidate loved her deep down anyway. This meant that, if all went as she desperately hoped, Sam would soon want to be with her without any potion. How could Sam not love her deep down? She was his biggest fan!
"Hey Becky…What is this?" he asked curiously. He was fingering a brown sculpture which was sitting on the table in front of him. Becky felt her cheeks grow warm.
"Oh, that's nothing," she replied. "How about I make us some waffles?" she glanced at the waffle maker that the oldest Winchester had brought over earlier.
It was obvious to her that Dean was very jealous of her and Sam's relationship. She had once written endless fan fiction filled with exactly the reasons why Dean would be jealous. Now she wanted Sam for herself, though. So, Dean was going to have to let his little bro move on and be in a happy, healthy, relationship.
"Come on, Becky," he said. "You can tell me anything." She nodded slowly. Yes, it was so obvious that he truly loved her, and cared about her.
"OK," she agreed. She smiled a little, and looked down nervously. "Its…Well…Its fossilized moose poop."
"Oh," Sam said. Becky was worried for a moment by the blank look on his face. Then he burst into a beaming smile. "Becky that's so…This is the most beautiful decoration I've ever seen." His voice cracked with emotion. Becky beamed.