What Happens in Vegas is Sure to Get Sam in Trouble

[likely_evil]

The first thing Sam realized as his muddled brain fought his way out of the haze of alcohol was that he couldn't move his right arm. Well, he could move it, but it was held in place by a ring of cold metal that bit into his skin

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[enjoythe_ride]

The first thing Bela had realized upon waking up was that she wasn't alone. It wasn't exactly the most comforting of feelings, considering she couldn't remember exactly who that person was, but at least he was warm. The second thing she noticed was that she was naked, and the third was that she was hungover, neither of which had lent itself to making her feel any better.

When she had finally opened her eyes with a slight groan, she practically jumped away from Sam like she had been burned. How the hell did this happen? She didn't even remember sitting down to have a drink with him, let alone actually making it up to a hotel room. She sat up slightly, pulling the sheet more tightly against her -- not that her modesty really mattered at this point, it was obvious that he had seen everything anyway -- and started to run her hand through her hair, trying to figure out how she was going to get out of here without waking him, when she felt her hair catch on something.

She frowned -- she didn't wear rings. She pulled her hand back to look down at it, and her eyes widened in shock.

"Oh no."

She glanced back at Sam to make sure he was still sleeping, before scrambling out of bed in a panic, reaching for her clothes and trying to pull them on as quickly as possible. She was half-dressed when Sam started to stir, and she watched as his eyes moved up to the handcuffs. Praying that he didn't see her, she slowly snuck her way over to the bathroom, closing the door behind her as quietly as possible, planning on staying there until he left, or he found her, whichever came first.

She pulled her shirt on over her head, and prayed for the moment that it was the former.

[likely_evil]

The click caught his attention from the door and he tried to shift himself to look towards the bathroom. But he just a bit dizzy and he shut his eyes.

"Hello? A little help here?" his voice cracked and he coughed. Great, he had a dry throat too.

[enjoythe_ride]

Bela finished getting dressed and leaned against the door quietly for a moment. He sounded like he really was stuck. She couldn't remember why he was stuck, but he was, and despite the current circumstances, and how she was never going to be able to live this down, she couldn't just leave him there. He was probably just as confused as she was.

He better be just as confused as she was.

She made her way out of the bathroom, head hanging down slightly as she rubbed her forehead lightly.

"Hi, Sam."

[likely_evil]

Sam blinked, his one hand on the bedpost that kept him from jumping out of the bed. And she took the sheet so all he could do was grab a pillow with his one free hand to cover himself.

"Bela? What the hell...?"

Oh yeah, he was just as confused.

[enjoythe_ride]

Oh, Bela wasn't looking anyway. Her eyes were anywhere but on Sam at the moment, and she just held up the hand with the rings on it, before sighing heavily.

"I take it I'm the new Mrs. Winchester?"

[likely_evil]

Sam shook his head. "No, this just has to be some kind of joke."

He tried to sit up. Handcuffs. He growled in frustration as he was getting a bit more unfoggy. "You got keys for this?" He asked.

[enjoythe_ride]

"If I do, do I look like I know where they are?" she said, raising an eyebrow slightly, before shaking her head and making her way over to the table on the other side of the room. It was more of a desk than a table, with the welcome package from the hotel on it, which just so happened to have --

"Bingo," she sighed softly, pulling the paperclip off the top and starting to make her way back over to him, still looking anywhere but at the naked Winchester handcuffed to the bed.

"And if this is a joke, it's on both of us."

[likely_evil]

"Yeah, fucken hilarious."

He waited until his hand was free and he was rubbing circulation back into his wrist before he looked up at her.

"You remember anything from last night?"

[enjoythe_ride]

"Not since before I stepped into the bar," she said with a sigh. "Anything after that is just a blur."

She wasn't bothering to disguise the fact that she didn't like not being able to remember, and it was for more of a reason than the fact that she managed to get herself married the night before. She had so little time left, she wanted to remember as much of everything as she could.

"You?"

[likely_evil]

Sam shook his head. "Last thing I remember was Dean walking away with his new friends and the bartender giving me a steady stream of alcohol."

He really hoped someone was fucking with the. REALLY hoped so because beyond the fact that he didn't want to believe he was stupid enough to get married in Vegas, that he would do it to the person who shot his brother and nearly got him killed.

[enjoythe_ride]

"Fantastic," she sighed, before pulling away from him and starting to look through the various papers and things on the table. If they really did get married, there had to be some kind of proof, right?

Other than just the rings on their fingers, anyway.

[likely_evil]

While she was turned the other way, Sam went to grab his pants that he spied on the floor. As he pulled them on, something poked at his leg and he reached into his pocket.

"... is that Elvis?" he asked, looking at the Polaroid.

[enjoythe_ride]

She turned around to face him again, grateful he was at least partially clothed, before moving over to look at what he was looking at.

"...looks like it."

[likely_evil]

"Well, it appears that we got married in vegas by Elvis now. Don't we just fit the sterotype." Sam groaned, knowing his brother was going to have a FIELD DAY with this.

[enjoythe_ride]

"Fantastic," she sighed, before dropping down onto the bed and burying her face in her hands. Her head was killing her, and she really wished the hangover would go away so she could just think for a moment.

"We have to get this fixed -- before Dean finds out."

[likely_evil]

"You're telling me." He threw his shirt on. "Ok, legally this isn't binding unless we have some kind of certificate. It has to be here."