"I don't like this," you mumbled as you pushed the fake engagement ring onto your finger. It wasn't that you were repulsed by the idea of pretending to be engaged to Sam – you weren't five; you could hold a boy's hand without being grossed out – but you were a terrible liar, and everyone had been very clear that hunting equaled danger and you should never ever do it. But Sam and Dean had begged, and swore that lives were at stake and they absolutely needed a woman's help, because how else do you get close to a wedding planner who'd made a deal with elves, if not to hire her for your wedding?
So now you were the Future Mrs. Wylde. Mazel tov.
"We really owe you one, Y/N," Sam said.
"No, you don't," you said. You'd had this conversation dozens of times over the years. You met when they saved your life, so you were always happy to help them when you could. Besides that, you were friends. You'd stopped keeping track of the favors long ago. The only difference this time was that you worried you'd fuck it up for them, and you really didn't want that.
Two hours later, the four of you were sitting around a table while Sam talked animatedly with the wedding planner, telling her the story of how you two met and fell in love. Positive that you would mess the whole thing up if you opened your mouth, you stuck to smiling and nodding and faking giggles. Dean, the enthusiastic man of honor, was sitting next to Sam with an unconvincing smile on his face, though the wedding planner didn't seem to notice, too caught up in the romance.
She was a nice lady. Sucked that a bunch of first born sons were being abducted and taken to Avalon to be slaves because of her.
Just as your mind was starting to drift off into the void, Sam's hand squeezed yours a bit tighter. "You still with us, sweetie?" he asked.
Your eyebrows shot up. "Hmm? Yeah. Sorry, just, y'know, daydreaming about our big day." Looking over at the lady, you faked a laugh, shaking your and Sam's conjoined hands in the air. "I'm just so excited!"
Sam laughed along with you. "Aww, honey. I know the feeling. I can't stop thinking about it, either. Gosh, I get so distracted at the office when I imagine it. Just cannot wait." He leaned over and placed a kiss on your cheek.
"Well aren't they just the cutest?" the wedding planner asked.
Dean's smile grew tighter. "Oh, they sure are."
The conversation carried on a while longer, with Sam telling the lady what kind of wedding you were thinking about: big, apparently, for both of your huge families that you totally had. Oh, and roses were your favorite. You just loved roses.
Afterwards, she let you know that she had an opening tomorrow, and you could drop by her office in the morning to really begin discussing plans. That, and you'd start owing her $50 an hour starting tomorrow. But the boys promised they'd cover that.
As soon as you got back to your place (this case being in your town, hence the decision to use you) you went back to researching fairies. As much as you loved having Sam and Dean around – genuinely – the sooner you got out of this one, the better. The boys, for their part, went straight to drinking your beer and using your Netflix.
Sam was the first to crash, or maybe just want space from his brother, and made his way to your guest room around ten, while you were still sitting in front of your books.
Dean took a seat on the other side of your desk and stared at you expectantly.
"Bored?" you asked, not looking up.
"Maybe. Or maybe I just want to talk to a friend I haven't seen in two years."
You smiled and flipped the book closed. "Okay. I'm open."
