This fic is dedicated to my sis lonessiea on Tumblr, who requested a fic of Dean and Renee at a carnival. My imagination pretty much went berserk after my brain processed her initial idea, so here's the result. It will probably have another one or two chapters which I will post very soon. Enjoy!

Renee couldn't have ever imagined that Dean would willingly go to a Renaissance fair, let alone spend an entire weekend there. But there they were, in the heart of the fair, surrounded by women, men and children dressed in long linen tunics, leather vests, capes, kilts, dresses that swept the grass behind them and even full-blown medieval costumes and gowns with corsets.

Dean had almost an entire week off, so they could spend a few days at the fair without any worries. They had originally wanted to go somewhere warm and relax on the beach, but their plans changed when Renee accidentally found out about the summer Renaissance faire that was held just an hour drive from her apartment in New York. She'd never been to one and she was dying of curiosity to see what it was about, so when Dean agreed to come with her, she was ecstatic.

They had come to their hotel on Friday night and visited the fair on Saturday morning, walking hand-in-hand between other visitors and masked hosts and entertainers, checking out the colorful stands, booths and shoppes scattered all over the place.

"I actually feel like I'm the weird one here", Dean said when they passed by a particularly flamboyant male juggling duo. "Everybody is dressed like they've come out of Lord of the Rings."

"We have another day to spend here", Renee reminded him. "Maybe we'll end up like them."

"I wouldn't mind seeing you in one of those things", he discreetly nodded towards a woman dressed as a pirate, wearing a V-necked red-and-brown corset and a short striped skirt. "But I'm good like this."

"You have to put on a kilt at least. Pay homage to Roddy Piper."

"Nope. Skirts are for you."

"A kilt is not a skirt! Besides, it's Celtic Highland Games Weekend. Wearing a kilt is perfectly in the spirit of these days."

"Why would you want everyone to see your man's legs? You should be protective of my legs. Only the chosen ones get to see them these days."

Renee laughed, rolling her eyes. "You're so ridiculous."

"I'd be even more ridiculous if I were wearing a kilt instead of jeans."

"But I'd love you even more. I'll let you buy me one of those corsets if you let me buy you a kilt. And I'll even wear it around here."

Dean shot her a horrified look. "So everybody can look at your tits? No way. That's reserved for bedroom. Besides, a corset is way less embarrassing than a kilt."

A mischievous smile appeared on Renee's lips. "Okay then. You get yourself a kilt – I don't get myself a corset. You don't get yourself a kilt – I get myself a corset and let all the other men ogle my tits."

"That's blackmailing! DQ!"

Renee groaned and gave up. "You're such a party pooper."

"You don't say that in bed."

"May I offer you a flower, m'lady?"

Dean turned around while the bartender was filling their cups with homemade cider at one of the stalls, narrowing his eyes at the sight of a young man dressed in light linen pants and a white tunic that accentuated his tanned skin standing in front of Renee. He was smiling at her charmingly, holding a small purple flower that he pulled out of the quiver on his back. Dean wanted to puke after seeing it. Preferably all over that flowery medieval Cupid-wannabe.

The worst part was that Renee really seemed to be into his gimmick. She accepted the flower with a wide smile and thanked him, making Dean's alarm mode go off. He grabbed their cups and tossed a ten dollar bill on the stand. "How much for the entire bunch?" he almost growled at the man when he got back to Renee. The flower archer looked startled by the much taller man in front of him, widening his eyes. Renee took her cider from Dean's hand carefully, wrapping her other arm around his waist.

"Uh… I just give them to beautiful damsels around the place", he bowed before Renee. "They don't really have a price."

"Well, they do now", Dean decided. He pulled another bill from his wallet, not even caring to see how much money it was, and handed it over to the man with a menacing look in his eyes. He loved how much he towered over him. The archer gulped and pulled the entire bouquet out of his quiver. Dean gave him a fake smile and a nod before turning away from him and giving Renee the flowers with a grin that was a lot more genuine. She smiled and shook her head.

"One flower was more than enough, sweetie." She got on her tiptoes to give him a peck on the lips. "But thank you."

"You're welcome."

"I kinda like it when you get jealous." Renee smirked.

"I wasn't being jealous."

"You wanted to kill the poor guy. I saw it in your eyes." She gave him a knowing look.

Dean shrugged innocently. "I just wanted him to know that this beautiful damsel is with me."

"Look", Renee exclaimed excitedly, pointing towards a young woman sitting on a small seat mounted on a heavy bar and attached to a wall above a huge wooden tub filled with water, placed on a four-foot high platform and separated from the crowd with a picket fence and a fence-like protector around the tub so that people couldn't approach it or throw something at her. She was yelling something at the people standing in front of the fence, who were laughing and shouting back at her.

"What's that?" Dean frowned.

"It says 'Drench-a-Wench' on the wall", Renee noticed. They came closer and saw that she was barefoot, wearing only a beige chemise and a pair of pantalettes. Her long brown hair was wet and her clothes were soaked, clinging to her skin. On both sides of the tub, on the wall behind it, there were two big bullseyes with a red button in the center. Two employees were collecting money and handing out small balls to the people gathered in front of the fence, who were trying to hit the button.

"This is probably some kind of a medieval dunk tank", Dean said.

"Let's go and try to drench this wench."

They bought a few balls from one of the employees and stood in line behind the other people who were waiting their turn.

"Wanna bet that I'll drench her first?" Dean asked with a smirk. Renee thought about the challenge for a moment.

"What do I have to do if I lose?"

"You'll find out when that happens."

"When that happens? How do you know that I'll lose?"

"Because you will."

Renee narrowed her eyes. "I accept the bet, but if you lose, you'll do as I say. No complaints."

He just grinned at her, completely certain about his victory. "Deal." He shook her hand.

When it was finally their turn, Renee was the first one to throw the balls.

"Hey! Hey you bride of a troll! Stop that right now!" the wench started to scream, pointing at Renee. After a moment of confusion, Dean started to laugh.

"Bride of a troll. What a woman."

"That's an insult for you too." Renee pointed out and threw the first ball, missing the bullseye completely and mentally damning herself. The stupid wench constantly yelling at her made her lose her focus.

"Hah! Knew you couldn't do it, you lumpish scold!"

Renee missed the second and the third throw, anxious for Dean to miss all three too. He usually had pretty wild ideas when they betted, and normally she wouldn't mind losing that much if they were somewhere else, but right now they were at a Renaissance fair and she feared that her 'punishment' would be related to some embarrassing activity related to the fair instead of some new sexual shenanigan he wanted her to do – which she didn't mind in the least.

"I don't like you either, you goat dung! You're all not worthy!"

Dean tossed the first one and missed, making Renee smile evilly. She almost started rubbing her hands in satisfaction when the same happened with his second ball. He huffed loudly, grabbing the third one.

"You can't do it, you fool-born churl! Give up!"

"Shush, you hag!"

He threw the ball, but it amounted to nothing. Renee was smiling from ear to ear, handing another few dollars to the employee.

The woman started screaming at her once more, but it didn't faze her this time. "Again? What are you doing, you bawdy halfwit?"

Renee ignored her, focusing on the red button she had to hit, but missed the first throw. She sighed, determined to get her win, and flung the ball for the second time. It finally bounced off the very center of the bullseye and Renee jumped excitedly. The small seat the wench was sitting on collapsed and she fell into the water with a loud splashing sound, screaming and making everybody laugh.

"But… how?" Dean whined. A wicked smile spread on Renee's lips.

"You know that this is the Celtic Highlands Games weekend, right?"

"Yep", Dean affirmed cautiously.

"Well, there's an interesting contest tomorrow called Best Knees in a Kilt. You're gonna participate and I'm gonna come up with an idea for your performance."

After earning a deathly glare and a "you will suffer so bad tonight" comment from Renee because of his blatant staring at three pretty full-busted fighting swordswomen on one of the stages, Dean suggested going to the nearest tavern to eat something. Little did she know that he ogled those women just to see her be jealous. He absolutely loved it when she got all cute and possessive of him. Plus, he wanted her to feel the way he felt when he saw her with that stupid mushy dwarf who tried to flirt with her. She deserved it after the horrible plan she had set up for him the next day.

They ended up in a place called Boar's Den, eating like royalty and drinking homemade ale. Dean was so satisfied with the food and the drink that he almost physically felt his mood being kicked up a few notches, even though he was a bit tired from walking around the whole place the entire day. Renee made sure to buy herself a magic book and a get a few new blouses, so they practically visited every shoppe at the fair.

"What are you doing?" Renee asked when Dean placed the bouquet of purple flowers he had bought her earlier in the day in front of him and started fiddling with the stems.

"You'll see", he said lightheartedly, focused on the flowers. Renee frowned a bit, slightly amused, but kept eating. A trencherman that he was, he had already eaten everything from his plate, even though his plate was twice the size of Renee's. She just waited, munching away on her dinner, responding to messages on her phone and Instagramming a few photos she had taken earlier in the afternoon.

"Done!" he said a few minutes later when he was finished, obviously satisfied with himself. Renee put her phone down and looked at his handicraft. An incredulous smile immediately adorned her lips.

"Oh my god. Did Jon Good just weave a flower crown for me? My Jon?"

A wide grin that she loved so much spread across his face as he picked up the headpiece made out of small purple flowers. "Let's see how it looks on you." She let him put the crown on her head. An almost enchanted look appeared in his eyes as he watched her.

"So, how do I look?" she asked when he didn't say anything after a while.

He was still looking at her in an almost dumbfounded way and she almost couldn't cope with it. "Like a fairy."

Renee smiled and looked down. "Nah, you are my Jon after all. You're just as cheesy as he is." She joked to try to hide the fact that she was already blushing.

"Rude. That was a compliment." He pouted and Renee simply had to smile. "Come here", he said, patting his knee. She got up and sat in his lap, throwing her arms around his neck.

"I hope you had fun today." She ran her hand through his hair, looking into his light blue eyes.

He nodded. "This whole thing is better than I expected. After all, I just care that you're with me. Even if you torture me a bit like today."

"I'm sorry." She smiled again and kissed him. "You can torture me a bit tonight if you want."

"Of course I do. There's nothing I love doing more than that." His lips touched her neck and she instantly gripped the back of his shirt, making him laugh silently against her skin. He left a soft kiss underneath her jaw before looking into her eyes again and smirking devilishly. "We better get going, huh?"

"Yes. The hotel room seems like a good destination to me."