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I had my hand in Dean's and we were taking pictures. They were with his family, his friends, and then some by ourselves. I had a picture with my bride's maid, who was Roman's wife, and also happened to be the only person who was nice to me so far. The photographer started to take pictures with just me and Dean. I put on my best smile, and acted like a happy bide that really wanted to be there. I had made up my mind that this was it; I had to do this. I wasn't going to get anymore options in life other than this, so let's do this.

"One more picture of the happy couple." the photographer said and I nodded. He directed Dean to stand beside me and smile. I saw Dean smile and shake his head, but then like a miracle... he smiled. I was taken back by his smile because it was dazzling. He looked almost happy, nothing like a real smile, but it was much better than his signature scowl that I had already gotten accustomed to seeing on him. We finished and were directed into the reception. I was so happy that it was already in swing. We didn't have the awkward entrance of the happy couple, and I was so glad for that.

I was amazed by the reception hall, it was as beautiful as the chapel, with red and gold everywhere. Roses were covering most surfaces, and the cake was 4 tiers and absolutely beautiful. The open bar was already serving, and the band was playing... this should have been the perfect wedding.

"What should I call you... you know because I'm supposed to know these things... right?" I stumbled over my words as I asked him that and he pursed his lips as he looked at me.

"Dean." he answered in a short tone, and I understood not to ask anymore question.

"Ah, there is the happy couple!" a voice said and I looked up to see a man coming to greet us. I felt Dean tense and could tell that he wasn't happy with this person's presence. I heard the sarcasm in his statement, and knew that he was in on this.

"I am Paul Levesque, Dean's father." he said as he smiled at me and I was surprised to hear this, because they looked nothing alike.

"You are this father?" I asked without thinking about it and he chuckled as Dean shot me a glare.

"Well, adopted father, I took Dean in when no one else would give him a chance and now he's the prince of death." he said and I tried to hide my shock at his nickname.

"I just wanted to be the first to congratulate you, and welcome you into the family, Brianna." he said and kissed my free hand.

"Thank you, sir." I said and he patted Dean on the shoulder before walking off.

I eased my hand out of Dean's and he looked at me. I knew that neither of us wanted to be here, so it was time to take a step apart. He had friends, and probably more people he wanted to be around than me. I was just going to find the wedding party table and sit down. I was trying not to trip over my own dress when I ran into the back of someone.

"I am so sorry." I said and saw that I was looking at a rather larger man, but smiled at me.

"It's my fault, Mrs. Ambrose. I am Randy Orton, a business associate of your husband." he said and I wasn't used to hearing about it, but forced a smile.

"It's very nice to meet you." I said and he kissed my hand. I wanted to pull away, because while this man was nice I felt something about him that I didn't like. He also had a slightly crazy look in his eyes.

"Brianna, there you are, come on." a woman said and I recognized it as Roman's wife. I was actually kind of grateful for her.

"Nice to meet you." I said and he smiled as she pulled me away.

"We don't really talk to him." she whispered to me in a hushed tone and I nodded, but glanced back at him. He was watching us with a weird, almost creepy smile.

"Come on, there is an open bar." she said and I nodded. I was glad to have another girl with me, because I didn't feel so alone.

"I'm Galina, Roman's wife, and we are now sisters." she said and I actually felt myself smile.

"I am glad to have another girl in the house." she said as we were handed drinks.

"Me too." I said and we both chuckled. I got ready to drink it, but someone put their hand on my arm, and I turned to see Dean with a whiskey in his hand.

"Can you please not embarrass me anymore tonight?" he asked me in a short tone and I felt my jaw his the floor.

"I don't know..." I was saying, when Galina cut me off.

"Dean, she doens't know everyone, and she's trying. Go back to drinking and fucking off with the guys." she said and dismissed him. I felt my eyes get wide, and Dean's jaw clinched. I was now forever grateful that she had just stood up for me.

"Just be careful." he said and walked away.

"Thank you." I said and Galina smirked.

"He's not as bad as he seems... he is actually a big sweetheart." she said and I stopped myself from asking her if she was talking about the right person.

A few hours later it was finally time to leave, and I was actually fine with that. We left under sparklers and people cheering. I couldn't help but feel a wave of sadness, and knew that wasn't what brides were supposed to feel on their wedding day. I sat in the backseat of the limo, and Dean sat on the other side. We didn't talk or dare look at each other. Dean glanced at me a few times, and while I wanted to know what his thoughts were, a larger part of me assumed they weren't going to be nice ones.

We arrived at the mansion after a short 20 minute completely silent ride. Dean got out and ran around the car to help me out. I wasn't sure that he was going to do that; he held out his hand to help me and I was surprised at his nice gesture. I finally accepted and he helped me into the mansion.

'I will show you our wing." he said and I followed him as my heels clicked along the polished marble. The hallways were beautifully adorned, the decorations were pristine and expensive, and I knew that this was more of a compound than just a mansion. He stopped at a door and pushed it open.

"This is... our room?" I asked him and he shook his head as he loosened his tie.

"No, your room." he said and I nodded.

"So, we... don't... um." I was trying to ask and he shook his head no.

"No." he said and I nodded as I slipped past him into the room. I wanted to get this dress off when I realized that I was going to need help.

"Dean." I said and looked over my shoulder to see him midway closing the door. I heard him huff and open the door back up.

"Yes?" he asked me in a short tone.

"I need help... with the corset." I said in an almost embarrassed tone. I felt my cheek flush and his face become slightly shocked at my statement. He walked in, let the door swing shut, and I felt him behind me.

I stood still as he started to undo the corset. I felt him pull, undo some buttons, and felt his finger brush against my back as he helped me out of his dress. He had it done and I waited. I didn't know what he was going to do, but I had already accepted that anything could happen. He slowly put his hand on my arm and turned me around. I was already nervous and shaking.

"I won't stop you... if you..." I was trying to say as tears started to spill from my eyes. He glared at me and stepped away from me.

"I am not a fucking monster." he snapped and turned on his heel. I heard the door slam and I crumpled onto the bed as I sobbed. I knew most people's first night married didn't end with their pride wounded, and embarrassed beyond belief.


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