The bed creaks and dips from the other side as the man next to her begins stirring, pulling her mind out of the deep sleep she'd been in. The mattress rises once the weight that had been on it is taken off and she listens while facing away from him to his feet dropping onto the carpeted floor and making their way across the room. After hearing the bathroom door click into place, she inhales deeply and groans as she exhales, the headache making its presence well known as her brain tries to jumpstart. Good Lord, her skull is absolutely splitting open.
"Ow," she whispers to no one in particular as she rolls onto her back and presses the heels of her palms into her eye sockets. That must have been one hell of a night, she thinks to herself as she lays back. On top of the headache, her stomach is queasy and for the life of her she can't remember much past the first few drinks she had. A scene of some bar comes through the clouds along with the thought that she should have met Emily out, but doesn't remember seeing her. Something about walking sloppily down the strip while quite drunk also breaks though, but other than the few, flashing bits and pieces, she comes up empty handed. God damn, they must have been completely shit-faced.
Sitting up, she looks around the room and is very surprised. This wasn't the same room the three of them checked into when they arrived in Las Vegas yesterday afternoon. Their initial place was much shittier than this one; it was dirtier and smelled like smoke in every room. Taking in the details around her now, she recognizes that this new room has its own unique quirks and is totally ridiculous in every aspect. Everything is in shades of red, white and pink. The weathered wallpaper had tiny red hearts printed all over it and the bed was in the shape of a circle. She'd bet any amount of money that if she flicked the nearest switch on the wall that the mattress would rotate like a skanky carousel. Spying the red, heart-shaped hot tub in the corner that looked like it was straight out of the movie Dumb and Dumber, she scrunches her face in disgust. She definitely let him pick this place while hammered last night. Laughing at the thought briefly, she groans again when the exertion it makes her headache flare up.
Clearly they kept the party going once they got back here, she thinks. There are two empty bottles of champagne sitting by the still filled and now cold hot tub and there are clothes scattered all over the place. She knows they had a hell of a time once she spies her bra hanging from the lamp on the nightstand.
The sun is coming in through the small space where the heavy motel curtains don't quite meet but she has not a clue as to what time it is. Reaching to the bedside table with her left arm to check her phone, she freezes halfway. There is a brand new piece of jewelry on her ring finger. Her heart skips a beat at the sight. How did that get there? Why is it there?
As the shock sets in she pulls her hand close to her face, studying the tacky gold band with laughable hearts etched into it. What did they do last night! Did they seriously get married! Holy shit! Did they just spur of the moment while completely shit-faced commit themselves to each other! For life!
Breathing deeply to calm herself after the initial shock hits, her heart rate begins to slow as she starts to think rationally about the whole situation. They knew this was where they were eventually headed, they'd even talked about it a few times before, so maybe it wasn't really so bad. Thinking clearly, she finds herself smiling. Wow, they did it. They actually took the plunge. It's a shame she doesn't remember it, but in the moment she doesn't care that much. She's filled with her all-consuming love for him and revels in the moment. Mrs. Winchester. Definitely sounds good and if she was being honest, she's wanted this for a while now.
Hearing the toilet flush from the other side of the closed bathroom door, she's excited for him to get back in the room and join her. She wants to celebrate this occasion and remember it this time. The door begins to open and her heart skips a beat.
"Mornin' hubby," she grins but quickly her smile drops into a pale, panicked expression. "Uh…" She sees him standing stock still in his boxer briefs in the doorway and finds that she can't breathe with the surprise the sight of him makes.
"Whoa!" the boxer brief-clad man says when he recognizes from the bathroom doorway that the woman he woke up next to a few moments ago is. She had been facing away from him when he awoke so he had assumed it was some stranger he'd met last night. Now he's taken over by sheer fright at the woman that is sitting up in the bed he just came from.
"What the fuck is going on!" she shouts, eyes wide and clearly scared.
"Shit! I don't know!" he yells back, a hand immediately washing down his face. "I really don't know!"
"Oh my God!" she bellows before thinking to ask him an important question. Breathing deeply, eyes closed, she cautiously lets her curiosity fly. "Tell me there isn't a ring on your finger."
He raises his hand to eye level and looks, seeing a bright gold, brand new band. "Oh fuck." He turns his hand to show her.
"Oh no," she groans and drops her head forward, her face in her hands. "What the fuck did we do!" Her voice is muffled but her fear and anxiety is as clear as day.
"Not sure…" he trails off, slowly walking to the bed and sitting on the very edge of it, careful not to get too close to her in their uncomfortable situation. "Well, I have a good idea."
"Why!" she shouts loudly while looking up at him, desperate for an answer. He just shrugs, unsure of what to even say.
She sits up tall for a second, ready to deal with another detail she's yet to really focus on. Pulling the covers away from herself and looking down, her eyes grow even wider than before. She snaps the covers back into her tightly with a scream. "I'm naked!" she shouts to him, face twisted in panic with the discovery. "Oh my God, I'm naked!"
"Not surprised. So was I when I woke up," he sadly responds quieter than before, having not wanted to tell her.
"We couldn't have. We wouldn't, right?" she tries to rationalize.
"I… um…"
"Please, please, please tell me we didn't," she begs of him while cutting him off, needing to hear that she hadn't slept with him and that she isn't the worst person in existence.
"I… can't," he says with a pained expression. "I don't remember a damn thing."
"Me neither," she softly laments, defeated by the situation. They sit quietly for a moment, running through the position they find themselves in in their own minds several times over and coming up with no explanation as to how all this happened.
"Shit, Sam. What are we gonna do?" she asks desperately.
"I don't know," Sam responds with a hand running through his hair. "Fuck. Lizzy, we are so screwed."
"Shit! Why isn't he answering?" Lizzy worriedly asks from her spot still sitting under the covers of the bed with her cell phone to her ear. Dean's voicemail recording starts and she sighs loudly.
"Wish I knew," Sam responds, getting one of his weird and awful feelings that something is very wrong. Dean always picks up when Lizzy calls him and with the way this day has started, her getting his voicemail is a terrible sign.
"Hey, Hot Shot. It's me. Uh… I just kinda woke up in a random motel room and I have no clue as to what happened last night," she says into the phone, glancing at Sam with distress in her eyes. "Please, please call me back as soon as you get this. Some fucked up shit happened and I'm really worried about you. I have no idea where you are and… I miss you. Don't worry about Sam. He's with me. Um… I love you, Dean. I really do. Call me." She presses end and sighs loudly, dropping the phone onto the comforter and cradling her pounding head in her hands.
"Can you hand me my bag?" she asks of Sam without looking up. Sam stands, still only wearing his underwear, and retrieves the canvas duffel off of the floor. He hands it over before walking to his own bag to grab a t-shirt and jeans as he's beginning to feel way too underdressed in front of his brother's girlfriend… or his own wife. Fuck.
"God damn it, my fucking head hurts so bad I can barely think," Lizzy says, searching her own bag for the Advil she knows she packed for the trip
"I don't even want to know how much we must've drunk last night," Sam adds, squeezing his eyes shut and pinching the bridge of his nose.
"You're head killing you too?" Lizzy asks, noticing his body language for the first time as he pulls his pants on. Sam looks like he's in about as good a shape as she is. She finds the pill bottle and quickly pops the top.
"Like I'm being stabbed behind the eyes," he quickly responds, pulling his t-shirt over his head. She holds out the small opened container and Sam sits on the edge of the bed again with an extended palm. After dumping three pills in his hand, she shakes out three more for herself.
"Hey, could you get me some water?" she asks of Sam. "Not trying to be a prude or anything, but I'm still very naked under here."
"Apparently I've already seen everything so it doesn't really matter," Sam returns, earning a grimace from Lizzy.
"Please, Sam," she complains with her eyes screwed shut. "Don't say things like that."
"Yeah," Sam sighs out as he stands and pads back into the bathroom. As she hears the faucet water turn on, Lizzy snaps the bottle top back in place and drops it into her bag. Through the unzipped opening in the duffel, Lizzy spies some new, never seen before items inside and she begins pulling them out. She studies the first paper she finds and reads it over carefully.
"Well, its fucking official," Lizzy complains when she sees Sam return with champagne flutes filled with water. Such a classy joint they found here. After taking one glass out of his hand, she replaces it with the paper she found. Pulling it in so he can read it, Sam recognizes what the simple legal document says.
"We're married," he says devoid of emotion. He just can't seem to process the idea at all. "You, Lizzy, my brother's girlfriend, and I are married."
"This whole thing stinks," she says plainly, popping the pills into her mouth and downing them with a hefty gulp of water.
"No shit," Sam responds. "Dean might actually fucking kill me this time."
"No, not what I mean," she further explains. "I mean, yeah, it stinks and he will definitely try to kill you but this just doesn't make sense. We'd never do this. Ever. And now we don't even know where Dean is. Something's up, man."
"Or we're stupid," Sam suggests.
"No way are we this dumb," Lizzy brushes off while looking over more of the items she found.
"I mean, we did, kinda, kiss before…" Sam challenges. "Twice. And while one of us was drunk both times."
"So what?" Lizzy asks, getting annoyed with Sam's implications.
"Just saying, maybe we got crazy blackout drunk and took that way too far?" He looks over at her with curiosity over what her reaction will be.
"I would never do that," Lizzy says sternly, dropping her hands in her lap with frustration. "Sam-I-Am, I love you, but not anything like that."
"I know," Sam admits. He believed her completely. "I'm just trying to figure this crap out."
"Well, shitty job there, dude," Lizzy frustratingly rebuts, knowing she's being rude and unpleasant. "Found a few receipts too."
"For where?" Sam quickly asks, impatient to find out where they'd been.
"One from the first bar we went to," Lizzy begins to list. "One from a liquor store for a couple bottles of champagne, one from the Mandalay Bay casino for a shit ton of drinks… how are our livers even functioning right now?" Lizzy pauses and looks up at Sam briefly with the question, Sam shrugging in answer, before continuing. "The last one is from A Little White Wedding Chapel for the, eww, Romance Wedding Package." She disgustedly hands over the paper, Sam inspecting it.
"Says we can come by later today to pick up our pictures and commemorative DVD of the ceremony."
"Fucking awesome," Lizzy caustically responds.
"We paid cash!" he says with alarm. "How the fuck did we get four-hundred and nineteen dollars in cash when we didn't even have that much to start with when we went out last night?"
"Well there's another seven-hundred and change more in my bag," Lizzy pulls out the several bills with yet more shock on her face as she keeps searching, finding several small white paper bands. "Holy shit!"
"What?" Sam asks with worry, now in constant fright as she keeps pulling more mysterious clues to their night from her duffel. Lizzy hands over the now empty money bands. "Five-hundred, a hundred, two-thousand!"
"Jesus, where did that money come from?"
"And better question, where did it go?" Sam tacks on.
"Oh no," Lizzy groans as she pulls out one last unfamiliar item from her bag. Holding it up for Sam to see, she watches as he winces with its possibly terrifying contents.
"What do you think is on there?" Sam frightfully asks. Lizzy scans the video camera in her hands as if it were a ticking time bomb. In a way, it was.
"Seriously afraid to know," she admits.
"Only one way to find out, though."
They share frightened glances before silently coming to terms with what they must do.
"Well, this was one great way to celebrate Lou's life, huh?" Lizzy says as she drops the camera onto the comforter and holds her head in her hands once more, wishing for the millionth time in a year that her best friend were there to help her.