Your family and the Winchester family were quite prominent and skilled hunters. Hunting was in your blood. But somewhere along the line something happened which caused both families to hate each other. Eventually, both sides grew tired of this as a meeting was held to negotiate terms and end this quarrel. The agreement was to marry you off to Dean, in exchange, both sides would be benefitted with books, supplies, tools, weapons, tomes, secrets. Anything to aid on hunts.

And that's how you got here, sitting in the gardens of an old church in the middle of no where. About to marry a man you had never even met before. It was quite nerve-wrecking and no one seemed to care about how you felt.

Dean had seen glimpses of you but he'd never spoken to you or got a good look at you. This whole wedding ordeal wasn't exactly what he wanted either but yet here we are. Dean walked out into the gardens, knowing you had to be around her somewhere, right? His family had said it was bad luck to see his future partner on the day of the wedding, he didn't care for it, he felt that he had to talk to you because deep down he knew you both had cold feet about this.

Dean stopped by a beautiful, flowering pink peony bush. He admired it briefly but he wasn't sure why. He then scoffs to himself.

"No way I'm turning this thing into a chick-flick, God, Dean. Get a hold of yourself, man." He muttered to himself, but it turns out you had been sat on the other side of the bush.

"Hello?" You call out.

"Oh-Uh- Hey-" Dean replied, feeling a little awkward that someone, you, had heard his mutterings. "You alright?"