The Hangover - Supernatural Style

The Cheery Chapel

You wake up dazed and slightly confused. As you tried to sit up a painfully throbbing in your head intensified, making you wince involuntarily. Fumbling around on the bedside cabinet, you find a switch and flick the lights on. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to get used to the sudden brightness in the room. Once the pain isn't too bad, you open your eyes and glance around the motel room you were in...which was not your motel room. Whose room were you in?! Looking around for an idea of where you were, you are suddenly aware of something very warm lying next to you. Now unless someone had gone all The Godfather on you and there was a horse head in your bed, someone was here with you. All you could see of them when you looked down hesitantly was their hand. They were completely covered by the sheet. You slowly pick up the corner of the sheet and in one swift movement, you pull it down revealing...

"Dean?!" You gasp in shock.

"Turn the lights off..." Dean mumbles in response, shielding his eyes.

"Dean we are in bed together and we...yup we are both naked."

"What?!" Dean cries, sitting upright. He lifts up the sheet as if to confirm that he was indeed naked, then attempts to lift up your side of the sheet too.

"OHHHH no buddy." You say quickly, grabbing the covers to stop him revealing anything. "I hardly think so."

"Oh come on. I've clearly seen you naked." Dean protests, giving the covers another half-hearted tug. You slap his hand away and pull at the covers as you swing your legs out of bed. As you stand up you take the sheet with you and wrap it around yourself, successfully pulling it completely off Dean.

"Now I can protect my dignity." You say with a chuckled as Dean yanks a pillow over his crotch.

"Dude. So not cool."

"Is it just because its morning Dean or are you rather excited about naked me in bed?" You ask with a wink while you collect various items of clothing from around the room.

"Don't flatter yourself." Dean mutters grouchily, following your example and slowly getting dressed. "Why do I have odd shoes...?"

"Dean if you're trying to make a fashion statement I'm not one to interfere." You reply distractedly while rummaging through your bag. You had successfully collected all of your clothes, but you desperately needed some asprin.

"No as in I mean one of these shoes is not mine..." Dean adds, holding up a tattered plimsoll.

"Do you remember what happened last night?" You ask hesitantly, when you actually try and think back to the night before and find your mind blank.

"Clearly not considering I have no clue where this fuckin shoe came from."

"There's something sticking out of your back pocket." You tell Dean, pointing it out.

"Staring at my ass eh?" He asks, grabbing the card. You roll your eyes and sigh, walking round to stand next to Dean so you could both read what was on the card.

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*We hope you enjoyed your visit to Cheery Chapel!
Tell your friends and get a 30% discount on your next service!
BONUS!! Show this card to anybody at a Dunkin Donuts and get 1 donut free!*

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"Dean...Why do we have a business card for 'Cheery Chapel'...?" You ask slowly.

"Arghjhkjgbn!" Dean cries.

"Dude what? Speak English yo." You say impatiently. All Dean does as a response is point at your hand which, when you look, holds a shiny wedding ring. Deans cry of arghjhkjgbn is now understandable.

"I have one too!" Dean exclaims while you are busy yanking the gold band off your finger and throwing it across the room as if it was burning.

"Oh that's how you're going to treat our wedding ring is it?" He says, placing his hand on his hip and glaring at you. You sighs and walks over to pick up the ring, then instantly drop it.

"Hold on. I don't give a damn how I treat our wedding ring. I don't even remember getting married! And it sure as hell isn't going to last!"

"How am I gunna tell Sammy..?" Dean murmurs to himself.

"Dean! It will not be an issue. We will not stay married for long ok!" You cry, throwing your hands up in the air in exasperation.

"Wow. Marriage changed you." Dean says, glaring at you from across the room. "We are fighting more already."

"Look I'm sorry." You say, deflating slightly. "I just didn't expect to be married this way. I always wanted a big wedding with family and flowers and all that crap." You say quietly.

"I'll be a good husband to you." Dean replies.

"I know Dean. I...wait hold the fuck up." You say, reflating. "The fuck is wrong with you?! This isn't a serious marriage!"

"No? No. Ok no. Not a serious marriage. We can get it annulled later." Dean says, glancing at the bed. "Well...maybe..."

"God I'm gunna be a divorcee already. This is just swell." You say, your head in your hands.

"Ok look maybe if we just go to the chapel we can work out from there what happened." Dean says, walking over to you and putting his hand on your shoulder in an apparent attempt to comfort you.

"Alright." You sigh, standing, grabbing your bag and heading for the door.

"So where are we going to honeymoon?" Dean asks as you leave the motel room and make your way to the car.

"Shut up Dean."