My voice sounds raw. “It’s bad.”
That gets their attention.
“She ran away. From her church. Her father’s the priest.”
Dean exhales. “Jesus.”
“Yup, that’s the guy. Anyway—don’t interrupt, let me cook. She was being abused. Physically. Emotionally. I don’t know about sexually…but considering the culty vibes…not ruling it out.Then there’s this other guy—one of Daddy Dearest’s disciples. Old. Creepy. He was supposed to marry her off to him.”
Mac’s face drains of color. “Oh my God.”
“Yeah. Night before the wedding, she bolted. No money. No clothes. Nothing. So…” I swallow. “We have a plan.”
Sam groans. “You’re gonna say ‘start a cult.’”
“Better.” I grin. “We’re getting married.”
“Genius,” Chace deadpans, face in his hand.
“Right!”
“No,notright. You lunatic. Your solution to stop a forced marriage isanothermarriage?”
“She needs protection,” I say simply. “If she’s married, her father can’t touch her. He won’t have a claim. I can get her out. Keep her safe.”
“Or,” Sam says, “we could go to, I don’t know, the police? The FBI? Any group with an acronym that helps people?”
“Uh…” I blink.
They all stare.
“Look,” I say, “I know this sounds insane. It is insane. But for once, it feelsright. You’ll understand when you meet her.”
Dean frowns. “Did you sayWincesters?”
“Yes, you absurdly sexy bro-con.”
He just stares. They huddle. Low mutters. A few creative insults.
Finally, they break.
Mac looks at me, eyes soft. “If this is what you want, we’ve got you. No questions.”
Chace nods. “Just make sure it’s not a trauma impulse.”
Logan’s silent, watching me. When our eyes meet, there’s no judgment—just understanding. He nods once.
That’s all I need.
I grin, pulling them all in for a hug. “I’m getting married, bitches! Before any of you!”
Mac laughs. “We kept you out of Vegas for a reason.”
“Probably wise,” I admit. “Indubitably.
“So…”
Chace sighs. “We need logistics. You’ve got no clue, do you?”
