Warnings: I know nothing about the legal system, just go with it.

Chapter 2

Once Gabriel could safely move without his stomach contents wanting to make a reappearance, he and Sam took turns showering. Gabriel had tried to offer his own clothing to the man only to find out that apparently since they were going to get married, Sam had the foresight to bring his suitcase into Gabriel's room. Gabriel spent his time waiting for Sam after his own shower trying to remember the night before. It wasn't the first time he woke up with no memory, seemed like memory loss was the prize at the bottom of every vodka bottle, but it was the first time he woke up wishing he could remember.

Sam was perfect. Though this had the potential to be a complete disaster the man hadn't argued about getting a divorce and had agreed to go down to the courthouse right away with him as to start the process. Sam had been careful while speaking, trying not to set Gabriel's pounding head off and while Gabriel couldn't remember the night, he had the sneaking suspicion Sam could. Sam didn't bring up anything embarrassing that may have happened, but instead chose to remain silent, though he did pass Gabriel some looks which were both concerned and heated.

Maybe he could convince Sam to have another roll in the sheets before leaving Vegas after all.

Walking with Sam down the hallway to the parking lot so they could drive to courthouse which was thankfully both open and located easily through his phone, Gabriel tried to lighten the mood. "So I have to know, am I your first husband?" Smirking up at the taller man, Gabriel noticed how Sam's cheeks flushed slightly while he lowered his gaze. It was adorable how someone so large could look exactly like a puppy. Not receiving an answer Gabriel continued, wanting to see how dark Sam's cheeks could go.

"As your husband, I think I have the right to know… at least for the next hour or so until this is sorted. You seem to remember last night; how exactly did I manage to convince you to tie the knot?"

What had started out as joking had became slightly serious while Gabriel lead Sam to his rental car, plugging the address into the GPS. Sam climbed into the car beside him, pushing the seat back almost as far as it would go before turning to Gabriel. There was something in his eyes that threw Gabriel off, a hesitation he hadn't been expecting. Maybe this wasn't something a simple as being drunk off their asses and having some serious chemistry. Maybe he forgot something important.

"You were charming, as much as someone who pounded back that many drinks could be. Honestly, Gabriel while I remember most of the night I was still just as drunk as you were, I just don't lose my memory while drinking. It seemed perfectly reasonable for us to get married at the time since you were leaving, and we didn't want to be separated in a few days."

Gabriel blinked, pulling out of the parking lot and easily sliding his credit card to pay for parking before pulling onto the main street. "You mean to tell me we got married so I could take you home?" Out of the corner of his eye, Gabriel could see Sam's nod before the tall man stared out the window instead of at Gabriel. Silence filled the car while Gabriel processed what was said.

"Don't you have to be home? I mean I think I remember you saying something about your brother forcing you on vacation, but don't you have somewhere in mind to live when it's over?" The silence spoke for itself and Gabriel could feel his stomach turning for a whole new reason. For a few minutes while he drove Gabriel wondered if Sam was going to say anything more or how he could break the silence himself when Sam spoke.

"It's not that I don't have anywhere to go, I'm not strictly homeless Gabriel. It's just… I don't want to work in my home town. Sure, I know Dean means well and he is more than willing to put up with my broke ass until I find my footing… but I moved away for college for a reason and as much as I love my family I want to be something more you know?"

Gabriel did know. As much as he loved his own family he was essentially in the same boat. He could vaguely recall even having the same conversation with Sam, bonding with him about their goals and dreams. He had his company now, and was listed on the fortune five-hundred, but it wasn't enough, it would never be enough. Biting his lip, Gabriel paused only for a second before pulling into the parking space close to where they would be filing for divorce.

Reaching out Gabriel placed his hand on Sam's arm before Sam could opened the door and leave. Looking up into hazel eyes, Gabriel spoke softly to the man before him. "You know, you could still come home with me if you want." The offer was out of his mouth before he could realize how it sounded, hurrying to clarify Gabriel continued. "I don't remember what all I said last night, but my place is plenty large enough for your sasquatch self if you wanted to come home with me. Plenty of ways to make it big where I live if you work hard enough."

Sam looked down where Gabriel was still holding his arm, Gabriel didn't have a chance to move it before Sam grabbed his hand and held it lightly. "I would like that, Gabriel… you know we may have gotten a bit more than we bargained for but I'm really glad I met you last night even if this whole marriage thing was only for a few hours… you make a great husband."

Gabriel tried to brush the comment off no matter how warm it made him feel. "Guess our wedding night was something else, huh?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows at Sam. Instead of blushing, Sam leaned forward, his long body easily making up the space so he could bring his mouth to Gabriel's ear. "If you play your cards right we could end up with a repeat once we get back to the hotel."

Shivering, Gabriel was soon inside the car by himself as Sam made his way out. Following behind the man, Gabriel couldn't help but picture what life would have been like with Sam by his side, if their rings were more than a drunk joke. Watching as Sam walked slightly in front of him, giving Gabriel the perfect view of his perky ass, Gabriel hoped he could live up to whatever bar he had set for himself the night before.

Three hours later Gabriel couldn't even consider what he had been told. While the had been explained to him no less than ten times by several different people he couldn't believe it. Looking at the somber man beside him at least gave Gabriel the knowledge that Sam was no happier about the situation than he was.

They were forced to stay married.

"Could you run that by me one last time?" Gabriel asked the lawyer in front of him. The receptionist had called in her manager, followed by his manager, followed by one of the lawyers kept on staff which was how Gabriel was now sitting in a private room and being told for the unknown time how he couldn't get a divorce.

"Mr. Milton, we have been through this. Due to the steady escalation in divorce rates due to marriages happening while intoxicated a law was passed that anyone married within the state could not file for divorce until after three months of said marriage. Furthermore, evidence would need to be provided by the couple to demonstrate how the marriage failed."

"And I can't file in California because…?" asked Gabriel though he already knew the answer. The lawyer sighed heavily before answering the question. "Because the law clearly states that regardless of residence as you were married in Nevada, you can only be divorced here as well. No loop holes, no hidden clauses. I'm sorry Mr. Milton however for the next three months at least you are a married man."

When Gabriel went to open his mouth to ask another question, Sam placed his hand on the shorter man's arm. "Thank you, Mr. Wilton, for explaining this to us. We understand." Seeing the obvious relief on the lawyer's face, Gabriel nodded his head before sighing heavily himself and standing from his seat. He and Sam made their way silently back to the car. Sitting in his seat, Gabriel closed his eyes and leaned his head back on the rest. The second Sam entered the car the taller man did the same.

Almost as one they spoke out loud.

"Fuck."

"We are so screwed."

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