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Chapter one

Dean stood in front of the mirror and fixed his tie, the awful words of his dad still ringing through his head, "Boys, Bonnie and I are getting married." The anger Dean felt towards his dad, now it was stronger than ever. John wasn't joking, he really was getting married, and now, here it was, that dreadful day.

"Dean, do we have to go? I don't wanna go!" nine-year-old Sam came over, looking hopefully at his big brother, wishing he'd think of something.

"I don't wanna go either," Dean replied, "But we don't have choice."

"Yeah, I know," Sam said miserably.

"You boys ready to go?" John called from downstairs. Dean sighed, and opened the door, furiously walking out. He went downstairs, thinking to himself that he much rather preferred seeing ghosts and demons than seeing his dad dressed in a wedding tux.

"Dean, where is your brother?" John asked.

Dean realized Sam was upstairs, so he went up to get him. He clutched Sam's arm and dragged him down, Sam whispering angrily that Bonnie was evil. As they got downstairs, Sam's whispering got to mumbling, and eventually yelling. John grabbed his younger son by the shoulders and shook him, as he spoke "Sam, I want to hear no such thing! Bonnie is going to be your stepmother, and you are going to like her!"

Sam pulled away from his father and stomped angrily out the opened door, Dean silently following behind him. They got into the car, and soon were at the wedding banquet hall.

The wedding was not religiously dominated, and was going to be a short ceremony, followed by a huge wedding reception. A ceremony and reception that sickened Sam and Dean.

People were gathering in the banquet hall, some sitting themselves down, others going around and talking to friend and family of the soon to be married. Dean and Sam arrived, sticking closely together, trying to avoid talking to people.

"Sam! Dean!" an old lady came up to greet them, "Oh, isn't this so wonderful? You boys are going to be my grandsons soon!" she smiled, her fake teeth showing just a bit too much, gray hair falling halfway into her wrinkled face. She terrified them. She reminded them of a witch that they hunted once, a few years ago.

"Yeah, just as wonderful as that anti-wrinkle cream you use," Dean said sarcastically, only loud enough that Sam could hear. Sam tried to cover up a giggle.

"What was that, darling?" the old, creepy lady asked, cupping her ear, indicating that Dean should speak louder.

"The wedding ceremony will begin in five minutes!" an excited voice announced over the PA system.

Sam miserably ran to the other side of the room and hid himself under a table. He didn't understand what his dad's problem was. First, he spends the last nine years teaching Sam and Dean how to fight evil, to get revenge on the demon that killed their mother, his wife, and then, just like that, he decides to get married again.

Five minutes have passed, and Dean couldn't find Sam. Soon, he was forced to sit, because the ceremony was beginning. Music played loudly as bridesmaids were making their way down the aisle. It was almost time for family members of the bride and groom to go. "Dean, where is Sam?" Bonnie's sister Harley called from behind him.

"I don't know," Dean said truthfully.

"Go find him!" Harley ordered, looking as if she had a very rough day. Her red hair was in a frizzy bun, her gold dress outlined with a big, red stain.

Dean got up reluctantly and looked around the room for Sam, occasionally shouting his name. Finally, Sam reached out from under the table and tugged at Dean's leg. Dean kneeled down, to find his little brother sitting under the table in tears. He pulled Sam up and told him to go, and that he'll be right back. John and Bonnie would have to pay for this. Dean wasn't gonna let this wedding happen, or at least not the way it was planned. His dad taught him that revenge was important, and that was exactly what Dean was going to do.