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      "What is this?" Dean asks.

       "Uh, apparently, uh, pink is for loyalty."

       "All right, so, what's the pretext? What are we—uh, wedding crashers, huh?" Dean asks. "We lookin' for some kind of siren or what?"

       "No. Nothing like that. All right, um... So, a little sudden. But life is short, so I'll keep this shorter." Sam puts a hand on Dean's shoulder. "I'm in love. And I'm getting married." Dean and Elena stare at Sam. "Say something, like, uh, like, "congratulations," for example."

      "What?" Elena asks. Wagner's "Bridal Chorus" plays and a woman in a wedding dress and veil enters the room. "What the hell?" The woman in the wedding dress stops in front of Sam and Dean. Sam lifts her veil. "Becky?"

      "Dean. Elena. I'm so glad you're here."

A black and white three-tiered wedding cake with "Time For A Wedding" written on it explodes into:
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The bride and groom that were atop the wedding cake fall over the title card.

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      Becky pulls Elena to the side and hands her a bouquet of flowers. "I hope this isn't too weird for you." She says. "Seeing Sam getting married to me and not you."

       "It's not weird at all." Elena lies.

       "Good, because you're my bridesmaid for the day." Becky says. "I hope me and Sam isn't going to weird you out at all."

       "That ship has sailed." Elena says.

       "So that means you're available?" Becky asks.

        Elena makes a quick glance at Dean as he looks at her. He pretends to hang himself with an imaginary noose and she chuckles. "I'm actually seeing someone." She says.

      "It's Dean, isn't it?" Becky asks.

      "Yeah, but don't tell Sam, okay?" Elena says. "I haven't found the courage to tell him yet."

      "Don't worry, I won't tell a soul." Becky says as she marches her way over to Sam and Dean.

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

       "Y-you want her to ask for my hand?" Sam asks.

      "How in the—How did this happen?" Asks Dean.

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

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

      "Yeah, but—" Sam starts.

      "But if anyone knows that, it's me. I mean, I read every book." Becky finishes. "So, open eyes, you know? Open eyes."

      "I'm gonna be sick." Dean says and Elena rubs his back before realizing where she was. She moves her hand away.

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

      "Okay, 'Dead Poets Society' Fine." Dean turns to Becky. "No offense." He then turns to Sam. "Did you make sure she's even really—"

       "Salt, holy water, everything. See?" Becky holds out her arm, which has a cut. "Not a monster. Just the right girl for your brother."