Never Let It Rest (fifth book to Never Be Over You)

Chapter 8: Season Seven, Time For A Wedding!

Time for the annual Vegas trip, but Sam left to do whatever. Leaving Dean, Alex and I to party by ourselves, until Dean gets a text from Sam asking us to meet him at an address, wearing our fed suits. We get changed and head to the address.

The lights are flickering in the hall way. We all pull our guns out just in case. We get to the end of the hall and right as Dean is about to push them open, Sam opens them from the inside. He's wearing a suit and a pink boutonniere.

"Guys. It's okay. You won't need those. Come on." Sam says. We put our guns away. We're in a chapel.

"We thought you were out, becoming one with the land or some crap." Dean says.

"You got to come here." Sam moves Dean to stand in a specific spot, then moves me and Alex. "Alright. Now..." Sam pins another pink boutonniere to Dean's suit.

"What is this?" I ask.

"Uh, apparently, pink is for loyalty."

"Alright, so, what's the pretext? What are we, uh, wedding crashers, huh? We looking for some kind of siren or what?" Alex asks.

"No. Nothing like that. Alright, um... So, a little sudden. But life is short, so I'll keep this shorter."

"I'm in love. And I'm getting married." We just stare at him. "Say something, like, uh, like 'congratulations', for example."

"What?" Dean and I say. The 'here comes the bride' song starts playing and a woman in a wedding dress and a veil covering her face enters the room.

"What the hell?" Dean says. She stops in front of Sam, who lifts her veil.

"Becky?" I ask.

"Dean, Ash. I'm so glad you're here. And, you must be Alex."

The priest starts the ceremony or whatever, after, Dean and I are very confused.

"Shouldn't she ask for my permission or something?" Dean asks.

"You want her to ask for my hand?" Sam asks.

"How in the...how did this happen?" I ask.

"Short version? We met. We ate, and talked and fell in love. And, you know, here we are."

"Yeah, I guess we're all caught up. That's okay. You know what? Ignoring everything, have you forgotten the average life-span of your hookups?" Dean asks.

"Yeah, but-"

"But if anyone knows that, it's me. I mean, I read every book. So, open eyes, you know. Open eyes." Becky says as she walks up, now wearing normal clothes.

How is Alex not freaking out over this... Oh, right, she's new and doesn't know Becky...

"I'm gonna be sick."

"Dean, look, it's simple. If something good's happening. I got to jump on it now, today, uh, period." Sam says.

"Okay, 'Dead Poet's Society'. Fine. Did you make sure she's even really-" I ask.

"Salt, holy water, everything. See?" Becky says. She holds out her arm, that has a cut on it. "Not a monster. Just the right girl for Sammy. That's it."

A man walks up to us carrying a folder, which he hands to Becky.

"The bill." The man says.

"I got it, you do your...brother, friend...thing." Becky walks away with the man.

"Really? Superfan ninety nine?!" Dean asks.

"Dean, look. Honest to God. I had the exact same opinion of her as you do. But when we got past the whole book thing. I found out that she's great and I was a dick."