Hopelessly Human

22. White Wedding

[Season Seven, Time for a Wedding!]

(Last episode, the siblings rejoined, Natalia is still pissed at Dean for what he did to Amy, and has been hanging with Sam, who seemingly disappeared, leaving her with the brother she doesn't want to be around. Though, at the beginning she has wandered off.)

INT. CLUB IN LAS VEGAS - NIGHT

Dean was drinking beer with a waitress while sitting at a table with his back to the dancers on stage.

"Okay, you won't believe it," the waitress said. "People think I just say it to get a bigger tip."

"Try me," Dean challenged.

"Fine. I'm in grad school. See? Okay? There's a look." she laughed. "Okay? Stop."

"No, this is my "I dig smart chicks" look. ow, if they, uh, if they wore that, I... I wouldn't have dropped out of school."

"So, what's your deal?"

"My deal?"

"Yeah, okay. You came in here looking like somebody shot your puppy."

"Well, things are looking up now that your shift's over. All right. Uh, here's the deal. I have this friend. He's got this younger brother and younger sister. Right? Cannon's a little loose. You know, his reactor blew awhile back. It's not good. Um... My friends -- they've, uh... They've kind of been sitting, waiting to see if he goes guano again. His sister holds grudges and he tells me she's real angry."

"And I assume it just hit the fan?"

"Well, that's the thing. It didn't. The kid's all reasonable now, considering he's crazy. He -- he's starting to seem like things might be getting a little better. And she's not seeming as angry."

"Well, that's a good thing, isn't it?"

"It's a freakin' miracle. Except... when it happens during their, uh... their sacred annual pilgrimage to Vegas... and he goes off on some granola-munching hike in the desert with his little sister."

"Well, maybe they just need some bonding time."

"Yeah."

"We all need some time to bond with a single person sometimes."

"Maybe they do."

"Wasn't talking about them."

Dean's phone beeped. "Excuse me."

His phone read:

10:23 pm

From: Sammy

348 Twain Ave

WEAR FED SUIT

"Speak of the devil," Dean said. "He's four blocks away?"

"See? Baby bro needs you after all," the waitress replied. "Maybe little sis will be there."

EXT. A LITTLE WHITE CHAPEL - NIGHT

INT. A LITTLE WHITE CHAPEL - NIGHT

Dean, dressed in a suit, walked down a hallway. A light flickered above him and he drew his gun.

Natalia walked up in her FBI dress. "I thought the same thing. Come on. Let's see what Sammy wants."

"Wait, where's Dylan?"

"Some hunt. Bobby needed help and Dylan offered. They're not sure how long the hunt will take."

As the two moved to open the double doors, Sam opened the doors from the inside. Sam was wearing a suit and a pink boutonniere. Dean and Natalia pointed their guns at Sam.