I groaned waking up the next morning. I tried to stretch, but I felt a weight on my legs. I wasn't thinking as I started moving my legs out from under the weight thinking it was possibly Boomer, but the weight groaned and I felt a tightness around my ankles. I looked down then chuckled when I noticed that it was Dean. He still had a bottle of whiskey clutched in his fingers.

"Come on, Dean, wake up," I said wiggling my legs. Dean groaned curling up in a ball at the foot of the bed. I sat up and started poking him with my finger. "Dean seriously, let's go get something greasy so I can get rid of this hangover." Dean moaned then rolled to face her with his eyes open. He sighed slightly giving me puppy dog eyes.

"A woman after my own heart. Why did it have to be Sam that you got married to? I would have appreciated you in ways Sam is never going to." I laughed sliding out of bed. I grabbed my duffle bag full of clothes and sat it on the bed so I could find an outfit for right now.

I stepped outside with Boomer and stretched my arms above my head. Sam was sitting on the hood of the Impala staring down at his phone.

"Well, good morning, my darling husband. It's a pity you couldn't join your wife in last night's festivities," I teased. Sam glared at me gnawing on the inside of his cheek. I rolled my eyes with a huff then moved to sit down next to him on the hood of the car. "Look, Sam, I know you're not really happy with the set up between you and me."

"Yeah, no kidding." I gave a mocking laugh.

"And I just want to apologize. It was more of a joke than it was a plan. I never wanted to make you so angry with me. I knew Dean would appreciate it as a joke, but I was really hoping you would too." Sam stared at me for a moment.

"You forced me to marry you." I chuckled and shrugged my shoulders.

"Yeah, hindsight says that this may not have been a very good idea." Sam sighed lowering his head almost like it was in shame.

"I'm sorry too. I mean, it's wrong what you done, but I understand why you did. I guess I could lighten up." I nodded slowly.

"Yeah, you could." I looked over to him with a grin to see him giving me a flat look. I laughed nudging him with my elbow. I stood up hearing Boomer come back across the street and faced Sam. "I'm going to go take a shower and me and Dean are going to go find food to get rid of hangovers. You should come with us." Sam nodded slowly.

Dean came staggering out of my hotel room shielding his eyes from the bright sun. Sam and I glanced at each other with grins on our face.

"Good morning, sunshine," Sam teased his older brother. Dean grumbled and stopped in front of him.

"Shut up and give me the key to the room so I can shower." Sam reached back into his pocket and pulled out the key.

"You mean this key?" he teased some more. Dean went to snatch it away, but Sam took it out of his reach. He had a playful smile gracing his features. It looked really nice on him. Dean was very annoyed with his brother as he kept reaching for the key.

"Come on, Sam!" he barked. Sam acted like he was going to hand Dean the key, but pulled it back one more time. I couldn't help but laugh at the scene unfolding before me. Even Boomer looked like he had a smile on his face. "Control your husband, woman!" Dean snapped. I crossed my arms at him.

"Your brother is barking orders at me. Is he allowed to do that?" I asked looking up at Sam. Sam grinned at me.

"I think I'm the only one allowed to do that."

"That's what I was thinking." Dean all but whimpered.

"Come on, guys." Sam finally relinquished the key to the room and Dean walked in to shower.

"I'm going to go ahead and assume that he had a lot more than what you did." I nodded slowly. I stood from the hood of the car and stretched.

"I'm going to go take a shower." Sam nodded and watched me walk to my door. I opened it up and turned back to him slowly. "Would you like to join me?" Sam's smile immediately disappeared as he gave me a flat look. I shrugged my shoulders. "Can't blame a girl for trying."

Sam and I sat next to each other in the booth staring down at the menu. Dean sat in the corner on his side with his head leaned back. It took everything in my power not to start shooting spitballs at him until he came back around. The waitress practically sat a fresh pot of coffee down on our table just so Dean could help himself.

"I'm just going to go out on a limb here and assume that Sam and I are going to be on our own today?" I asked leaning forward. Dean let out a groan. I wasn't really sure what he meant by that, but I was just going to go ahead and take it as a "You got that right" response. I looked at Sam to see the reaction of him to this realization.

He acted really uncomfortable about the whole situation, but maybe it was where he was so used to doing jobs with his brother and his brother alone. If there was anyone else involved, it was still Sam and Dean. He would have to get over it because Dean had no self control the night before.

He hadn't quite lost it enough to go and reveal any unnecessary secrets or anything. Like how he once wore ladies underwear and found them more convenient than boxers or briefs.

Okay, nothing really important. I had tried a couple times to get him to talk about his father, but he would always shut down and get a mean vibe about him if I even said anything that rhymed with John Winchester.

Granted it's hard to rhyme that with anything, but that was besides the point. I remembered chatting with John about his boys. He had talked about them both in such high regards that it was almost surreal to actually meet them in person. He talk about how proud he was of both of them, especially Sam. Sam was going to Stanford to get his law degree. He had told me about how he had went over there to watch Sam at a distance as a way of seeing how he was doing, to see if he was alright.

He talked about how he would sneak in at night and would put money in Sam's wallet if he happened to be looking too skinny, or would even put a twelve pack in the fridge for him if he looked a little stressed out.

Part of me really wanted to tell Sam about that, but the way anger flashed in his eyes every time their father was brought up in conversation always held me back. I wondered if I ever told him what John told me if he would change his mind about his father.

Either way they both had ridiculous daddy issues.

From my standpoint, it seemed John had been a wonderful father to them, even if he wasn't around as much as he wanted to be.

And he wanted to.

I could remember the tears working up in his eyes whenever he talked about how many times he would try to make it home in time for whatever reasons, i.e. holidays or birthdays, but sometimes the jobs just wouldn't allow him to do that.

It seemed to him that Dean had understood that part, though Sam would throw that up in his face at any given chance. I could tell that it ripped his heart out every time Sam would do that.

Dean threw up in the diner parking lot before passing out in the back of the Impala. Sam helped him into the hotel room while I went back into my own room to change for interviews at the morgue. I knew that it would be a little pointless since the bodies inside had been stolen, but Sam insisted that it was the only place he could think of to get a good start.

I decided wearing a pair of slacks and a button up and a blazer to match the slacks. I put on a pair of high heels to finish the ensemble. I did my make up just a little and fixed my hair up. Boomer sat on the bed and watched me get ready. He knew how the whole thing worked. He would wait for me to get back from the interviews since animals weren't allowed in medical facilities.

I stepped out of the hotel room and knocked on Sam and Dean's door. Sam slowly opened the door making sure it was me before he allowed me into the room. Boomer came in behind me and jumped up on the bed with Dean and sniffed at his face before lying down next to him.

"Boomer, guard." Boomer grumbled then closed his eyes. I looked to Sam and gave him a quick once over.

"You look really handsome in a suit." If I didn't know any better, I would swear I saw a little bit of pink touch his cheeks.

"Come on, we got a lot of ground to cover today." I nodded and followed him out the door. We had agreed to take my vehicle in case Dean needed to go out and get anything more to remedy his hangover.

I waited for Sam patiently in my Trailblazer as he dug around in the Impala for his fake IDs. He jogged around and got into my car and we pulled out. I had the heater going full blast to take the bite off the cold.

"The only connection we have between the victims is the one you were able to find. They all got married at the same place and that was where we got married. That's all there is to it." I could tell it was frustrating Sam that there was nothing else to work with on this case. He was chewing on the inside of his cheek as he stared at the road ahead.

"Come on, Sam, we've been working this case for just a couple days, one of those days was wasted at the courthouse getting married." Sam grinned and looked over at me.

"Oh, I'm so sorry that getting married to me was such a waste of your time," he said playfully. I giggled.

"I'm just glad you're able to laugh about it now." Sam shrugged then looked out the window.

"It just is the way it is. Might as well deal with it."