The next morning, I was awakened by my dog scratching the door frantically trying to get out. I got out of bed and walked over to the door. When I opened it, he was cautious walking out observing the surrounding area carefully. He dubbed it safe and barreled across the street into the bushes. I shook my head crossing my arms. I stood at the door and waited for him to come back. It seemed like forever by the time he came back. He must've had to go really bad.
Sam managed to get out of bed, then Dean.
"I take it the coast is clear now?" Sam asked looking at me. I rubbed my eyes, and then looked back outside. I nodded my head slowly.
"Looks that way. Unless Boomer just had to go bad enough not to care." I watched as Boomer ran back across the road and came back into the hotel room. I closed the door and looked back to Sam and Dean. "So, I have an idea. I'm not really sure how much you're going to like it Sam." Sam gave me a weird look.
"Why aren't I going to like it?" he asked.
"Because you're a part of the plan." He rolled his eyes then glared at Dean. I could see him chewing on the inside of his cheek in frustration. He didn't like me, but that's why I liked picking on him. He was just so cute when he was angry. "We don't know what we're after, right?" They nodded. "We do know for sure that it's always been the husbands right?" They nodded again. "So what we need is some bait, right?" They nodded again. I walked over to Sam and got down on one knee. "Sam, will you marry me?" Dean busted out laughing.
"That's actually a good idea!" Dean said. "I love it when Sammy's the bait!" Sam glared at his brother.
"Why don't you and Dean play house?"
"Because Dean will try to sleep with me." Dean shrugged his shoulders sheepishly.
"She's got a point, Sammy." Sam rolled his eyes.
"Come on, Sammy, it'll be fun!" I said. Sam ran his hands over his face.
"Fine, whatever. I'll marry you." I sat there grinning at him.
"Oh, Sam you've made me the happiest girl alive!" I screamed and wrapped my arms around his neck pushing him back on the bed. Dean shook his head at us and looked down to Boomer.
"A hopeless romantic, huh?" Boomer huffed wagging his tail while looking up at Dean.
After all was said and done, Sam and I went to the courthouse and got married in front of the judge. As we were getting out marriage license, the woman asked if we had any drug or alcohol influence in the past twenty four hours.
"God, I hope so," Sam mumbled. The woman behind the desk looked over her glasses at him, then to me. I stomped on his foot making him wince and look at me. I was glaring at him. "It just feels like I have because I'm just so in love with this woman right here next to me." I covered my hand with my mouth trying not to laugh. Oh, this was fun. I just couldn't help myself. I knew none of this was really all that necessary, but I figured it would be more fun to do it this way. All I had to do was bring it up in front of Dean and as if he read my mind, agreed with everything I said. I knew it was just because he loved doing mean things to his little brother at any given chance.
After I became Claire Winchester, we walked out of the courthouse to see Dean leaning against the Impala with a big goofy grin on his face. He stepped forward and gave his brother a hug and said congratulations, which Sam just grumbled and got into the car. Dean walked over to me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders.
"You know, I always wanted a sister." I laughed putting my arm around his waist.
"I'm glad I can help you out with that." I dropped my voice down so Sam couldn't hear. "Do you think we took it a little too far?" Dean chuckled squeezing my shoulder.
"Yeah, but we're not going to let him know that. Just get a divorce once this case is closed and Sam will cheer up." I nodded and got into the Impala. Boomer was sitting in the backseat wagging his tail at me. I scratched him behind his ear and he laid down putting his head in my lap. I stared at the back of Sam's head who was just sitting there staring straight ahead. I could feel the anger coming off him in waves.
Dean slid into the car looking over to his brother. He tried to hide the grin on his face then looked back at me. I looked out the window covering my mouth because I knew that Sam would blow up if he saw me smiling in the mirror.
"Let's just go," Sam growled looking at his brother. Dean turned on the car and we started heading the way back to the hotel.
I sat there and racked my brain about the previous case. What could be doing this? I had never heard of anything that could be after just the husbands in any relationship. If it was a woman the creature could've wanted her for breeding purposes. It could have been a Succubus or a Siren, but all the men being newlyweds was too much of a coincidence to be a coincidence.
Before I knew it, we were back at the hotel.
"Come on, Sam, cheer up. You're married now!" Dean said slapping his brother on the shoulder.
"I'll kill you, Dean. Literally, kill you." I grinned looking at Sam.
"I'm beginning to think you don't like me, Sam," I said wrapping my arms around his arm tightly. He pushed me away from him glaring.
"What was the first clue?"
"The fact that you hate me." Dean grinned putting his arm around my shoulders after Sam walked to unlock the door to their hotel room.
"Come in for a beer. We'll celebrate." I grinned at him, but walked to my door instead.
"I better not, Dean."
"Why?" he asked.
"I might get shot," I said stepping into my room.
"Nah, Sam wouldn't do something like that," Dean said with a sheepish grin.
Sam poked his head out of the door.
"Oh no. she's absolutely right," he said then shut the door. Dean chuckled looking back at me.
"Charming brother you got there."
"Eh, he grows on you," he said walking to his door. He tried to open it, but Sam had locked it up tight. Dean started beating on the door.
"WILMA!" he screamed as he banged on the door loudly. I stood there and laughed. "Shut up!"
"Come on, Dean. Sammy's going to be a baby. We'll celebrate by ourselves!"
I was sure Dean took that the wrong way and quickly ran into my hotel room.
I shut and locked the door behind me walking over to the mini-fridge and pulled out a bottle of whiskey.
The rest of the night, Dean and I had ourselves a little party, and we made sure to be loud enough to where Sam could hear us.
