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Dean Winchester | Supernatural | OTA

[wantmydamnpie]

[Dean is sprawled across the bed, a massive headache pounding away at his forehead. He cracks an eye open and looks around at the hotel room. Nothing new, he probably just passed out after him and Sammy got in. Whenever that was. He sees a glint of something on his finger and squints his eye to get a better look. Oh fuck. Was that.... no it so wasn't. A wedding band? SHIT!]

^_^

[seemydecoupage]

[If it makes Dean feel any better, last night Zachariah was the hottest little ex-mormon he could find in the state of Nebraska. Oh she was a bombshell. All legs and every inch of it new. He gave his current suit the night off juuuust to fuck with Dean like he is. Because well. Sorry bub, but that beauty is somewhere across town trying to remember why she has no underwear on. Zachriah is in his fully glory again this morning. And fuckyeah, he has a wedding ring on.]

Goooing to the chapel and we're. Boom. Goooing to get ma-a-a-arried.

Oh you! XD

[wantmydamnpie]

[Dean here's that all too familiar voice and sits up quickly causing all the blood to rush to his head. He turns quickly and curses loudly.]

FUCK! Zachariah, what the fuck is on my finger? SON OF A BITCH!

<33333

[seemydecoupage]

Oh didn't you know Dean? It is til death do we part, forever and ever and if you listen to some critics, ever after that when we get our own planet to live on. But mind, you are the wife here, not I. Never mind what our lovely little framed document says.

I hoped I picked out the right size, men are so hard to shop for.

[wantmydamnpie]

No. I am not staying married to an angel DUDE. Fuck that til death do us part.

[seemydecoupage]

Oh I think it is too late for that.

Unless you want to hear my other options?

[wantmydamnpie]

Don't say it's too late!

[FUCK.]

What other choice do I have?

[67metallicar]

[Immy would be freaking out at the matching wedding ring on her finger, but is far too busy enjoying the fact that, holy shit, this pillow is super comfy. Zzzzzzzzzz]

[wantmydamnpie]

[Dean rolls over to the sound of someone snoring next to him. He sees Immy and immediately begins freaking out.]

Immy! WAKE UP!

[67metallicar]

[After putting a great deal of effort into trying to open her eyes and keep them open, along with some class act groaning, she's finally in some semblance of wakefulness and is blearily staring at Dean.]

Dean? What is it? And why are you in my bed?

[wantmydamnpie]

Sweetie, I don't think this your bed.

[He grabs her hand and holds it up to her face and shows the band on his matching finger.]

Does this look normal to you?

[67metallicar]

[She just stares, her eyes growing wide at the sight of the matching bands.] Someone laid down some fucking heavy mojo on us.

:D?

[dean_girl24]

[Oh, don't mind the small body snuggled up beside you, a wild mass blond hair covering her face as she nuzzles his neck, purring contently as she sleeps off the Jack and some other shit she drank last night.]

XD

[wantmydamnpie]

[He's going to roll over and see the small blonde. Heather wasn't it? Oh God. Why did everything smell of alcohol? He looks at her finger and sees a matching band. This was not good.]

Hey Blondie! [He nudges her slightly and sits up]

♥

[dean_girl24]

[This what happens when you let pretty girls wash your car, Dean. Least she's legal. She will grumble loudly as he calls out to her and pushes her hair out of her face. Her head felt like a train wreak and she was still hungover. She raises an eyebrow lazily.]

What? [Lazily and slowly, she sits up, sheets still covering her as she rubs her head.]

[wantmydamnpie]

What happened last night? Because I'm sure the matching bands on our RING fingers signal something not good.

[He pointedly shows her his finger.]