It's completely Dean's fault.
Really.
Last evening, Sammy was driving him bug eyed crazy with his "Why Dean?" and "How Dean?" and "Where Dean" and "I wanna play Dean!" and so on. He had been recently admitted to preschool and everything made his little brother curious.
Everything.
Dean knew the surefire way of stopping hurricane Sammy. The TV.
So he had let his baby brother watch it. Not soccer,not cartoons..not even cool movies with lots of fighting.
No Sir.
He had let Sammy watch the sissy wedding of some prince . His little brother had taken it all with wide eyed, open mouthed wonder. The lame dresses, the flowers (eeks!)…and the huge cake of Dean's size.
And that's what led to the current situation.
Dean was doing his math homework on the couch when Sammy stormed in out of nowhere and began to bounce on it.
"Hey Dean? Can I get married?" he shrieked in his big brother's ears .
"Stop it Sammy!" answered Dean pushing the willing groom from his ringing ears, "and no!"
And there it was. The puppy eyes and the tears.
"You're a kid Sammy! No one would want to marry you dude!" he replied helplessly.
"May be dad will?" ….another great idea from Sammy's head.
Dean burst out into laughter. "You can't marry dad…you dumbo!" he said in between fits of laughter, "And dad's married to mom…remember?"
Sammy went silent for a moment . Then he spoke up again. "Maybe Fifi will?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.
Dean shook his head. "Come on Sammy! Why would Miss Robins let you marry her dog?"
"But I like her!" whined Sam, "We could totally live in that cool dog house and have stuff!" Miss Robins was their elderly neighbor and by far Sammy's favorite person outside family. The reason? She baked awesome cookies (and fed them to Sam till he puked) and had the best doggy in the world.
Dean wrinkled his nose. "Its stinky in there Sammy!" he answered back, "Are you sure?"
Sammy had had it. His big brother was shooting down all his good ideas.
He really wanted to marry. That's not a bad thing. Isn't it?
But try and make Dean understand. The spoilsport.
And then Sammy took the last resort.
He dropped down on the floor and started crying at the top of his voice. "But I wannaaaaaa marry…an..and I wanna have the cake!"..and it continued like a broken record stuck on loop.
Dean sighed and got up from the couch. Walking up beside his tearful sibling ,he sat down hugged him tightly. "Come on kiddo! Please?" he whispered. caressing the rumpled hair.
Sammy paused and looked at his brother with big puppy eyes. Dean did the impossible.
"I promise Sammy!" he found himself saying, "I'll find someone for you!"
The teary little face broke into a huge smile as he hugged Dean back. "Pomise Deany?"
Dean was then he heard it.
"Hey Dean" started the little boy.
"Hmmmm Sammy?"
"Will you marry me?"
Dean winced and closed his eyes.
He knew it would be a long day.