Growing up in a hunter's family was nowhere close to being a normal life. Sure, you lived in a community, but it was filled with hunter's and their families. While you were learning your ABC's and 123's, you were also learning about the different types of monster's and how to kill them. School was not a place to socialize. There was no such thing as friends, and you never even dreamed of having a boyfriend. It was a strict life, one filled with rules and death followed you everywhere.

It was a different life. Many would call it child abuse, and in some instances, you could see where that would be true. Yours might not have been perfect, but your parents cared for you. Being a hunter, there was a certain community, a certain way of life that didn't make it easy to bring in strangers to the life. That's why, starting in the early 1900's, hunters started arranging marriages. With at least five different hunting communities country wide, it was the safest and wisest way to make sure that the hunter's legacy continued.

It became a ritual of sorts. When a girl turned twenty, her parents would take her to a different community, along with a wedding present of weapons, and other hunter's essentials. There, she would be married off to a man of the leader's choosing, sometimes never to see her family again. It had happened to your parents. Your Mom had come from the Upper East Coast community, traveling all the way to the Northwest community to meet your Dad. His parents had been long gone and he had been the ward of the leader until he came of age. In time, your parents came to love each other, and you hoped that would be your case as well.

You had just turned twenty, two days ago, and already your parents were driving across the country, heading to meet your future husband. He was from the Midwest community, one that you had heard nothing about. You didn't even know your intended's name, and you could only hope he was nice, and not one of those hunters that had turned mean and alcoholic already.

"Now remember Y/N, we will head directly to the lodge, where you will change into your dress, and walk down the aisle. Once the ceremony is over, we will leave, and you will move in with your new husband." Your dad said as he drove down the highway.

Turning in your seat, your Mom gave you a soft smile. She had always been your rock, the person you looked up to the most. It hurt, knowing you might never see her again. "Y/N, I know you're scared, and nervous. But I've heard about your intended. He's made quite the name for himself. I know this will work out for the best. Just relax, and smile, and things will go well."

By then, your Dad was pulling up to a huge fence, with guards stationed outside. It was much starker and military than the one you had left, and you were not ready to make it your home. Taking a deep breath, you waited as your Dad handed over the required paperwork. Driving through, you glanced around in dismay at all the stark, white homes, all square and the same. Heading farther in, you passed by a small dry goods store, a church, and a huge meeting hall. People were already congregating, watching as your parents pulled to the curb.

"Y/N, stick by me. Your Dad will handle the rest of the deal." Your Mom told you, taking your only bag, guiding you into the door on the side of the meeting hall. Down the hallway, she was guided to a door on the side, and you stepped in.

"I won't get to see him before the wedding?" You asked her, even though you knew the answer. But you were so nervous, not ready to marry a complete stranger.

"Honey, you know the rules." She apologized. "Now let's get you ready."

Reaching into the bag she carried, she pulled out your simple white dress, along with the thick veil that would cover your face until the last minute. Quickly changing into the outfit, you peered at yourself in the mirror. You had heard about regular weddings, where the girls got to pick out their own wedding dresses, and it was a fun and fancy affair. Nothing like the brisk, and plain ceremony you would have.

Wishing for a moment you had never been born a hunter, you closed your eyes. "We've got to go." Your Mom announced, grasping your hand and pulling you from the room. Down the hallway you went once again, careful not to trip on the dress. Pushing you into the main room, she stepped to the side. With your heart hammering, you saw the entire community sitting there, staring at you expectedly. Your hands shaking, you glanced up, seeing a tall man standing at the front, looking expectantly at you. "Go." Your Mother whispered, and with a start you began walking up the aisle.

Knowing everyone was looking at you, you took careful steps, making sure you didn't disappoint your parents by tripping. It seemed like forever before you made it to the front of the room, turning to face the man that would soon become your husband. A man wearing a suit stood in the front, glancing between you and your intended.

Without another word, he started the ceremony. Quick and to the point the ceremony contained no frills, no declarations of love. Answering when needed, you soon learned your intended's name was Dean Winchester. A strong name, and you hoped the man matched. Before you knew it, the ceremony was over, and it was time for your husband to lift your veil, and kiss you. It would be the first kiss of your life, and it would be from a man who would be by your side for the rest of your life. Holding your breath, you watched as Dean's callused hands reached under your veil, slowly lifting it away from your face. It would be the first time he would see you, and you hoped you didn't disappoint him too much.

As the veil was lifted, his face slowly came into view, and you sucked in a breath at the beauty of the man standing in front of you. He was handsome, even in the real world he would be considered extremely handsome. With his mossy green eyes, plump lips, and freckles gracing his nose, he was more than you could have ever hoped for.

"There she is." He said softly, so softly that you were the only one who heard him. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips quickly to yours, sealing the deal. Grasping your hand with his, he turned the two of you to face the crowd, and you could see your parents there, beaming up proudly at you.

With your hand still firmly tucked in his, he began the walk through the crowd, not even stopping to talk to anyone, until the very end where your parents stood, along with an even taller man with shaggy hair. "Y/N, this is my brother Sam."

Shaking his hand, you made the introductions to your parents, tears welling up in your eyes, knowing this would be the last time you would probably see them. "Take good care of my girl." Your Dad insisted as he shook Dean's hand.

"Of course." Dean answered, before your Mom pulled him down for a hug.

"She's a good girl. Head strong, and too smart for her own good. But she'll make you a good wife." She told him, loud enough that you could hear. Coming over, your Dad engulfed you in a hug, before giving you over to your Mom. "You'll do great. Dean seems like a great man. I'll miss you baby girl."

Watching as they walked out of the hallway, you couldn't help the tears that spilled down your cheeks. "I know it's hard. But don't worry. I won't keep you from visiting them." Dean promised you. "But it's time for us to go as well."

"Go? But..." You stuttered, glancing up at your new husband in surprise.

"We don't live here. We might have belonged, at one point, but the community doesn't rule us." He explained, grabbing the bag your Mom had left behind, while Sam picked up your bride present. With your hand once again tucked into Dean's, he guided you out of the hallway, past the shocked onlooker's, to a sleek back car outside. "This is my baby." He said proudly, patting her hood.

Throwing your stuff in the back, he opened the back door. Sliding inside, you sat there silently, waiting as both brothers climbed inside the car. Pulling away from the lodge, Dean headed straight for the exit. "Why don't you live in the compound?" You asked as he didn't even wave at the people who opened the gate.

"We don't really see eye to eye." Was all he answered as he pulled onto the highway, pointing his car south.

"Why did you agree to an arranged marriage then?" You asked him, trying to get to know the man you had married.

"My Dad owed your Dad a favor. It was the only way he would take repayment." Dean answered gruffly, his gaze meeting yours in the rearview mirror. There was no hate, not even discontent. He seemed to have accepted his new role with a grain of salt.

"Where are we going?" You asked, feeling as if you were playing twenty questions.

"The bunker. Which is home. Dean and I live there, and it will be your home as well. Feel free to use anything there." Sam finally spoke up, his voice polite.

The ride turned silent, as the sky turned from a vibrant blue to a dark, almost black as the sun set. Watching out the window, you missed the heated gaze of Dean's as he stared through the rear-view mirror at you. Sam was snoring softly in the passenger seat, leaving just you and Dean awake. "Y/N, I know this marriage wasn't of your choosing either. I just want you to know that I'm not going to expect a real marriage. I won't force you into anything you don't want. You can have your own room, and if, after a couple of days you still feel the need, you can leave. I won't come after you, I won't force you to stay. I want you to be happy, and if that includes staying with us, then you are more than welcome to."

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