"One of us hasn't called me yet."
Sam is trying to relax on the couch after a rough day at work, but it's looking like that's not gonna happen.
"But you know what?" Jess continues. "She's so gonna move her date first. She always goes with the flow with stuff like this."
"She didn't sound like she was gonna do that on the phone." Sam argues.
Upon hearing Sam's actually talked to Pam before her, she plants herself right in front of him, body language demanding an answer.
Sam rolls his eyes, "I called Dean, Pam picked up. He's getting us a good deal with the booze, and I need to sign the papers."
Jess immediately objects, "You can't get all buddy buddy with your brother. Not now. Anyway, it's not like we need booze at our wedding right?"
Sam's not hearing any of it, "Dean has always taken care of all our booze needs, and more than that, he's my brother. I'm going."
Jess is too frustrated to make a better argument, so Sam adds what he thinks is the perfect solution, "Why don't we just have a double wedding? Don't have to change your date, and we can still have them there."
Jess scoffs at the very idea, "What are we, you and Dean?"
"It's a double wedding!"
Next day, at Dean and Pamela's apartment
"A double wedding! Fixes all our problems, and twice the booze." Dean smiles, thinking he and Sam have found the perfect solution.
Of course, Dean should've known it wouldn't be that easy, because Pam doesn't waste any time shooting it down, "Yeah, no. Since me and Jess started dating you two, all we've done is everything together. I'd like to have my own day. Just once."
Dean's quick to agree with his fiance, "I know, babe." Turning to Sam, "This have everything you want?"
Sam just throws his hands up, "I don't know. You're the booze expert."
Pam goes on, "It is my dream too. Getting married at the Bowery. I am, if you remember, going without a bonus for several months just to pay for it."
But then, Pam seems to have a change of heart, "I just need time. I'll find another dream. Jess' reasons are way more heartfelt than mine."
Dean, finally, finds something to say, "When it comes to weddings, it's like sports, right? Jess is the referee, yikes. no offense, Sam." Turning that last comment towards Sam, before turning back to Pamela, "But you're more the cheerleader. Even when the team's doing nothing but failing, you're still cheering them on. It's encouraging."
Pam, of course, has to point out the problem with this analogy, "But the referee is the one that decides if there's a game at all!"
Dean points out, "I wouldn't marry a referee. I'd marry me a cheerleader."
There doesn't seem to be anything else to say to that, so Pamela just decides to lay down, to see if she can't wait for the headache that's suddenly developed to go away.
But then, she hears footsteps behind her, and then she hears, "Babe?"
Pamela turns around, not really sure what to expect, not after all that talk about referees and cheerleaders.
"You know it goes both ways, right? You're my cheerleader, but I'm yours too. At least, I want to be. So whether we stick with our date or change it, I'm all on board."
Dean reaches out to hug Pamela, which she reciprocates, and he leads her to the bedroom, where he helps her lie down on the bed, kisses her on the top of her head, and says,
"Sweet dreams."
And that seems to have helped, because that small speech assured her what the original one didn't.
With that, she slowly closes her eyes, a small smile on her face.
