AN: Like always, we own nothing, but if we had three wishes, we would have Sam, Dean and Jasper locked up somewhere.

Dean

Huh, maybe she will fit in after all.

Sam looked between Bella and I as if we'd grew an extra head. His face twisted in a way that you knew he was mad… you know the one; eyebrows bowed in but his eyes are really wide and he looks like he is going to puke – yeah that one.

"Wife? Are you serious right now? How did this even happen?"

"Well you see, I went to the bar last night and was eating pie when she sat beside me and we went from there. Three pieces of pie and God knows how many beers, we are Mr. and Mrs. Dean Winchester."

I try to explain to him but he really looks like he wants to punch me.

"You were right, he is weird," Bella says, still standing in the door. I give out a small laugh and try to reel it back in when I see the look of death that Sam is giving me.

"You told her I was weird?" Sam says offend. I just shrug my shoulders at him and give a small smile. "I'm weird – you were the one that got into LARPing."

I can't believe he just told her that. It was one time and that shit was cool as hell.

"LARPing? What the hell was that?" Bella asked.

"Live Action Role Playing and it was only once," I reason to them. Bella lets out a small giggle and smiled up at me. I think I like that giggle.

"At least I got the hot Vegas wife," I said.

"Jerk."

"Bitch."

"I am so glad I didn't have siblings. I think I would have killed them by now," she says.

I just met you, and I know this is crazy, but here's my number, so call me maybe.

"What the hell is that?" I question Bella who is fumbling with her phone.

"Sorry, it's a family friend, I have to take this," she says quickly and walks out of the room. Sam wasted no time starting in on me.

"What the hell were you think Dean? You married someone? Are you crazy?" He yells. He starts pacing back and forth, tugging on his hair.

"Well, you already know that I'm crazy, and come on Sammie, she loves pie. How could I say no to that?" I try to explain to him. It all makes perfect sense to me.

"You married a woman, you don't know, because she loves pie! She could be a demon Dean, a Siren, hell, anything. Crowley could have sent her."

Ok, so maybe he had a point there but I just know she isn't a demon or that someone sent her, I could feel it.

"Crowley hasn't bothered us in quite some time. That no-good crossroads demon can kiss my ass. Call me nuts, but I think she's pretty awesome. I mean for goodness sakes, can't you be happy for us?" I pull another beer out of the fridge and toss the top across the room. I swill down a huge gulp of the cheap stuff and Sammie eyes me.

"Anything you'd like to share?" I ask.

"We've got a lead on all those attacks in Virginia. I know of someone in Kentucky that's lived in the area who was willing to talk. She said that the majority of the attacks came from some town called Mystic Falls. Apparently it's supernatural central. I think we should focus on that area. Leave Vegas girl here."

"She isn't staying here Sammie. I know this is crazy, even for me, but no one sent her and she isn't anything crazy." I pull out a change of clothes and head to the bathroom. I lock the door behind me and look in the mirror.

How in the hell am I even going to try and make this work? I can't take her with us, just so she can sit in a hotel room all the damn time. She said she was a drug rep and moved around just as much as me so maybe this will work out. Every few weeks we can meet up somewhere and just relax. She wouldn't have to know anything for a while.

I wash my face and quickly get dressed. When I walk out, Sam is still pacing, mumbling about me being an idiot.

"Ok so, I have come up with a plan. We get the same lawyer that we used when that Becky shit happened and we can get this whole this thing taken care of," Sam said as he headed to his phone to call said lawyer when I stopped him.

"I'm not getting an annulment Sam. She thinks I travel around selling stuff and she is a drug rep that is never home either. I can make this work."

"Are you stupid?! What are you going to do if and WHEN Crowley finds out about his? That poor girl is going to be dragged into something that she doesn't need to be in."

"Why don't we get honest for a moment and just tell her. She seems as though she could handle all this," Sam says as he closes his laptop.

"I'm not telling her Sammie. She'll think I'm a loon and try to have me locked up. She has that right now, being my wife and all."

"If you don't, she'll end up dead."

Damn I hate it when he has a point. I throw my boots on and head for the door.

"I will figure that out if I need to, right now, I am hungry and want to go eat; you coming?" I open the door and see Bella's back turn towards me as she is still on the phone. I start to walk behind her when I hear something I never thought I would.

"Bobby Singer, what are you talking 'bout?... I haven't looked for the nest yet, something else came up… I can't tell you right now… I will explain everything but as of right now, I can't… Ok, I will talk to you soon.. Bye." She turns around and sees that I am standing right behind her.

"Hey, how long were you standing there?" She asks as she puts her phone in her pocket. I quickly grab it and dial the last number she called.

"Bella, I told you, the nest should be right off the strip." I hear my second father say into the phone.

"Hey Bobby, what are you doing talk to my wife?"

"Dean? What are you doing with Bella's phone? And why did you call her your wife?"

AN:Naughty Bella! Keeping things from your hubby already! R&R and tell us what you think!

Laters baby!

Mel and E