You and the guys drive out to Vegas for the heck of it. Mainly because Dean wants to find a loose woman and Sam just wants to go camping in the desert. Neither of them admits to either of these things aloud, but they do agree that they might find a small job. When Dean parks the car at a motel just outside of the city, Sam grabs his bag and starts walking into the empty desert. The night sky does look fantastic, so you tell Dean to have fun and follow Sammy.
"Why didn't you just stay at the motel? It's not like Dean is even going to be there," Sam says as you both walk in the silent landscape.
You shrug. "I just have a lot on my mind right now, and Dean wants to bring a girl back to the motel."
Sam raises an eyebrow and nods. "You read his mind."
"I didn't have to," you say kicking a pebble. "But I also want to talk to you about that kiss."
He chuckles. "Okay, what about it?"
"It was…nice," you say looking at the ground as you keep up with his stride.
Sam stops and drops his bag. For a second, you think he's going to sweep you up in his arms and kiss you again, but he starts taking out his tent from his bag. You place your bag on the ground and look up at the stars as Sam begins setting it up. You offer to help, but he declines insisting that he can do it. Once he has it popped up and staked into the ground you both go inside and unroll the sleeping bags. A part of you wants to suggest zipping the bags together and make one big one to cuddle in, but you decide against it.
Sam sits cross-legged on his sleeping bag and gestures for you to sit on yours. "So, it was nice?"
You blush and sit. "Sam, why did you kiss me?"
He pulls a baggie of granola out of the pocket of his backpack. "Why'd you kiss me back?"
"Fair enough," you say taking a bit of granola from the baggie. "This doesn't mean anything though, right? Like between us?"
"Do you want it to?" he says nonchalantly.
You think for a second. "Honestly, I don't think I can handle a relationship right now."
"That's fine," he says smiling. "No pressure."
"Huh," you are a little shocked.
"What?" he eats some granola.
You shake your head. "It's just funny how different you are from your brother."
"Hey, do you mind if I take a walk? I really need something to drink and the city is like a ten minute walk from here."
"Oh," you were hoping for some more Sammy time. "Go ahead. As long as you bring me back something."
"Sweet tea?" he says unzipping the tent.
"You know me so well," you blow him a kiss as he gets out.
You hear him laugh to himself as he begins walking away. You fall back onto your sleeping bag and groan. Why is Dean being such a bitch? And why is Sammy being such a sweetie? This isn't fair. It's not your fault you were gone for a year! Dean should have been super excited when he saw you. Soon, you fall asleep and are bombarded by frustrating dreams about Dean and Sam. But a buzzing wakes you up. How long have you been sleeping? Sam's still not back, so it couldn't have been too long. You grab your phone and see a text message from Sam. It's been four hours! All he sent was an address and telling you to wear a nice dress. Odd.
It takes you about a half hour to find the place since you don't have a car. You read the sign and gasp. A chapel? Why would Sam tell you to meet him here? Your heart skips. There's no way he is getting you to marry him, right? Someone walks up behind you and clears their throat. You turn around to find Dean who is holding a gun at his side. Or maybe this is a job? Dean's in his FBI uniform.
"Did Sam text you?" you ask watching Dean's gun. You can sense he doesn't trust you.
He nods. "What's going on?"
You shake your head. "No clue. He's been gone for hours and then texted me to meet him here." You sniff Dean. "Been drinking, Squirrel?"
His emotions change for a split second, but then go back to being serious. "That's none of your business."
"Dean," you grab his arm as he tries to walk by you. "What did I do?"
"What?" he stares down at you like he has no idea what you are talking about.
"This whole making me feel like shit thing," you gesture to him. "I can't handle it. Last I knew, me and you were…engaged…practically."
"A lot of things happened while you were dead," he says brokenheartedly.
"That's the thing, Dean. I never was dead. So, tell me why you are being an ass to me."
He sighs. "Can we do this later?"
"No," you say letting his arm go. "You treat me like I'm some kind of monster. Last I knew, you loved me. And now…you don't even trust me."
He glares at you. "Stay the hell out of my mind."
"I don't have to read your mind to know that you can't stand being around me," you say getting a little louder.
His voice rises too. "What do you want me to do?"
"Forget it," you say walking past him. "Let's find Sammy."
The both of you walk into the chapel and find Sam standing at the altar. Sam tells Dean to put the gun away and barely looks at you. His mind is racing, but it's clouded. You can't read it. His aura has changed too. You give Dean an uneasy look. Sam explains that he's getting married…to Becky. You and Dean are silent through the whole ceremony because you both have no idea what to do. How did this even happen? Becky?