A/N: Just some drabble about what I think a game night or something would be like.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
"Draco Malfoy, Jar-Jar Binks, Derek Zoolander; Wed, Bed, or Behead!?" Charlie cackles evilly.
"That's cruel, even for you Charlie," Dean grumbles. "Is Draco first or last year at Hogwarts? 'Cause that's gonna seriously affect my answer."
"Last year," Charlie sniggers, taking a long pull from her beer. "I'm not gonna ask you to wed, bed, or behead an 11-year-old!"
"Alright," he heaved a sigh, glaring at his fiery-haired friend. "Wed Malfoy, bed Zoolander, and definitely behead Jar Jar Binks..." Awkwardly clearing his throat, Dean turned to his brother. "Sammy! Zsa Zsa Gabor – glory years, – Hillary Clinton, Bella Swan: Wed, Bed, Behead?"
Sam watched his brother wiggle his eyebrows suggestively and could only chuckle at his antics. He took a minute to think before answering, "Behead Bella, bed Zsa Zsa because she was pretty hot, just married too many times for my taste, and I guess wed Hillary."
Dean nearly choked on his beer. "Wed? Hillary!?" Both Charlie and Dean roared with laughter, which made Sam obviously shoot them his best bitch face. "I guess you got a thing for politicians, huh?"
"Heh, a-at least he's got the good sense to bang Zsa Zsa," Charlie giggled, wiping a tear from her eye. The youngest Winchester grinned and shook his head, downing the last of his bottle.
"Alright, Bradbury; Samwise, Dumbledore, Shrek: Wed, Bed, Behead?"