DPOV

"Sammie, I swear to God, we don't have time for this!" I yell at Sam. I love him I swear I do, but sometimes, I really want to gank him.

"Dean look, I know that we are rushing trying to find the demon, but we can't go in this halfcocked!" He yells back. We have been looking for this damn demon for the last three days and I can't take it anymore.

"When you finally get your head out of your ass, call me. I'm going out."

I walk out of the room and into the hotel bar.

My brother and I are what we would call legacy hunters. My deceased father John started our family business the day my mother died in a tragic fire started by a demon. My brother and I were on the tail of a demon that had been trading souls for poker chips in Vegas. It was a little further west than we were used to going but when Bobby, our surrogate father got a lead, we followed it.

Pulling myself up to the bar, I order a piece of apple pie and a beer. Maybe getting something in my stomach can help me deal with my brother's over-analyzing, crazy ass.

"Give me a shot of Jack and a beer. Surprise me," I hear a soft voice say beside me. I go to put the last piece of pie in my mouth and almost drop my fork. Sitting beside me is probably one of the most beautiful women I have seen in a long time. Her dark chestnut hair was pulled back into a high pony tail so that her soft facial features were being put on display. Her body was small but fit and I couldn't help but wonder what she would feel like curled up next to me.

What?

Where the hell did that come from?

I finish my pie and looked over at the girl again.

"Starting a little strong there, don't you think?" I ask her. When she looks at me, I get lost in her dark brown eyes and can imagine kissing her pouty lips.

"I can handle my liquor, no need to worry," she said slyly.

From there we exchange names and drink more than we probably should have. I found out she loves pie as much as me and we end up sharing a few pieces while talking.

Before I know it, I am waking up in what I thought was my bed but something wasn't right. I feel a body beside me go stiff and a very low, "What have I done?" come from someone beside me. I pull my left hand from around her waist and rub it down my face. Something metal hits me and I look to see a wedding band around my finger. Oh no! NO NO NO NO NO!

I see the girl from last night jump out of the bed, wrapping the sheet around her and I noticed a huge rock on her left hand. She looks at me with such fear that I almost think a vampire or a demon popped up behind me.

"What in the FUCK did we do? I mean I can obviously see what we did but… oh my god, what did we do?" She starts babbling. I give a short laugh and shake my head.

"Well I think you just became Mrs. Dean Winchester," I say smugly. The girl didn't even realize how other girls would consider this a great honor - the girl who wrangled in Dean Winchester. I finally get up to at least put on a pair of shorts. I have no idea where my shirt is, or my left shoe, but I will worry about that later, right now, I need to calm my wife down.

I walk over to her and gently grab her shoulders. She relaxes into my touch just a little and let out a sigh.

"Better? Now, apparently we bonded over pie and had way too much to drink. I am sure it was my idea to do this because this just seems like something I would do. We need to discuss what we want to do, but first you need to put some clothes on because if not, this convo won't be happening anytime soon." I try to lighten the mood but it doesn't really work. She just nods her head and grabs her bag to head to the bathroom.

"Son-of-a-bitch," I say under my breath.

This is not good, not good at all.

While she is in there I find my phone and send a text to Sammy that something came up and I would be stuck for a little while longer. Before I could read his response, Bella walked out of the bathroom in a pair of loose fitted ripped jeans and a tight white wife beater. I try not to stare for too long but then remember that she is my wife and I can do that as long as I wanted.

"OK, so what do we do?" She asks straight to the point.

"Well, I don't really know. I am a traveling salesman so I… WE don't really have a home on my end. I never stay in the same place more than a few days at a time." I try to be honest with her as much as I can.

"I understand that, I am pretty much in the same boat. Drug rep," she says pointing at herself. "Never really had a home to go back to anyway." She explains with a sad look on her face. I wonder why she looks so heartbroken but I shake myself out of my thoughts and really start to think.

Well, obviously I can't take her with us. This girl looks like she wouldn't know a vampire from a werewolf, much less how to shoot and kill one. Something tells me she wouldn't be too keen on chopping someone head off. I need to get back to Sam and figure this out.

"Ok, this is what we are going to do; I'm going to go and find my brother and talk to him. He once went through something like this, but that chick was crazy. You stay here and I will comeback for you in a few hours," I tell her as I'm getting dressed.

"Yeah, that isn't going to work for me. You see, if you walk out this room, there is a REALLY good chance I may never see you again. So, till we figure this out, where you go, I go," she tells me with such a tone that it leaves no room to argue. Of course, I am Dean Winchester, I will argue will a wall if I have to.

"Look, my brother doesn't like to meet new people. It is kind of a phobia of his, so I really need to go talk to him alone."

"Nope, I will stay in your car or outside the door but you aren't leaving me here alone." I can already tell who is going to run this relationship.

"Fine, but fair warning, my brother is a little weird," I tell her as we walk out of the room. It only takes a moment to get my bearings in order and realize that we're luckily in the same hotel as Sammy.

"So, what do you want to do about this?" She asks me holding up her left hand. I honestly didn't have a clue. I didn't have a real home to go to; hell the closest thing is Bobby's. I always wanted a normal life but right now would not be the best time.

"To be honest, I don't know. I say we see what the hell happens and take it from there. First, we need to get to my brother and then some food." I give her my best smile and walk to the elevator. We take it one floor down and get off.

"Of course you would be staying here too," she remarks.

I pull out the room key, but before I could unlock the door, Sam throws it open and just stares at us.

"Hey Sammy , how was your night?" I ask him trying to play it off.

"Good, been worried about you but you know. Uh, Dean, who is this?" he asks pointing to Bella.

"Oh her, that is my wife, Bella." I tell him nonchalantly. I look over at him and his jaw is on the ground.

"Your WIFE?"

"Um, yes it's nice to meet you. My name is Bella Winchester and I am your sister in law." She tells my dumbfounded brother.