Plot: Sam is a hermaphrodite. She used to be a Hunter but retired after almost dying in a hunt. Now, here in the future, there are Mate Pools. People who are seeking mates but can't do it alone so the government stepped in to help them. Sam looks horribly scarred but is terribly lonely so she signs up for the Pool, praying she finds someone. She has final approval of the match so she feels okay with doing it.

Dean is a Hunter, a universal police force that patrols the planet now, cops with all authority unto themselves. He is scarred too and works too much, he knows this. He is lonely, too. So he checks out the Mating Pool, maybe he'll find someone who peeks his interest.

Then he looks at and meets the candidates that fit his requirements: sturdy, smart, don't mind disfiguring scars, good sense of humor, can talk to him, smiles a lot, sexy eyes would be nice, and he don't mind if they are both sexes, he is bi after all. He preferred ones that didn't mind the Hunter work regiment.

The results are small.

Two people:

One is fairly pretty, outgoing, nice eyes, short and attractive but cringes a little at his scars.

The other is scarred like him while still being beautiful, sexy hazel eyes, tall and lean body with nice breasts and hips. She is a little shyer but not because the scars. She keeps blushing every time she looks at him or in his eyes. She smiles gently and has an awkward grace. She has a soft husky voice, and a nice smile. She is a former Hunter herself and has long been in the Pool, all have not bothered to look at her at all, but Dean does. She is a hermaphrodite and he don't mind this, the others had minded.

The first thing she did when introduced was kiss him and let him hug her, touching and the long scars on his cheek, and kiss them, touching them tenderly. He was touched by the gesture.

It goes from there.

Characters:

Manager of the Pool: Bobby Singer.

Caretaker of the Mates: Ellen and Jo Harvelle

Samantha Parish, Hunter, former.

Dean Winchester, Hunter, current.

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"Sammi, I think we got you one." Bobby said, and saw the woman smile.

"You sure, the others just…well, pity hurt and disgust was worse." Sammi said miserably, even the other Mates said she would never find someone. Too disfigured, not outgoing enough.

"I'm pretty sure, he's scarred like you, lonely, former Hunter himself, doesn't mind the Hermaphrodite thing. You do know you're not the only with that condition right? Jo has it, too." Bobby pointed out, "She got married last month, so buck up, maybe this guy will be different."

"I don't know. Have you seen me? They're all so pretty next to me." Sammi said and drooped. It made Bobby's heart hurt.

"You're more beautiful than all of them, even scarred. They're just jealous of that. Trust me, the right guy will come along and will see that, too." Bobby pleaded, this guy seemed perfect for his favorite girl here. He wanted him for her. He was sure they would hit it off! Stupid stuckup witches, making her feel this way! "Do it for me? For Ellen?" He knew this would work, Sammi had gotten close to them over the years. They loved her like family and she felt the same.

"Okay, I'll try, for you guys. You sure he's nice?" Sammi was scared. The last one had taken one look and had her escorted from the room immediately. That had really hurt.

"We're sure. We'll even stay in the room with you if you want, for moral support." Ellen said sitting by her, taking her hand. "From one girl to another, he's one hot man! I'm the one that interviewed the guy, you know."

"Really? Guess I could try, if you'd stay with me, in the back of the room?" She knew they were forbidden from interfering with a Match Meeting but no one said they couldn't sit in the back and watch, right?

"We could do that." Bobby said and Sammi nodded, smiling now. Such a sexy smile. If the idiots had taken the time to try to make her smile, they would have seen it, too.

"When is the meeting?" Sammi said as she started to feel a little excited now knowing they wouldn't have encouraged her to meet him if they weren't sure he was a match for her; so she felt better about it now.

She read the file in her room as she dressed and was impressed. Hunter for twenty years, long time for a Hunter, must be a good one. Scarred in a Hunt in another country. Vampires and Werewolves did it, nasty combination; she'd been there herself. Werewolf Pack did her scars.

Muscled, fairly tall, green eyes, and he had a nice smile too. He was smart, well-read, liked music, and had never been married. Had a busy Hunter's schedule, Sammi knew how that was; she could live with that.

About her age, too.

So far so good, he did seem her type. Hmm, who else would be there? Susan. Susan Plowman. Damn! Sammi chewed her lips nervously now. Susan was pretty and had a thing for Hunters, liked the whole bad boy thing. Only reason she hadn't found a mate yet was because she kept turning them down. Sammi hoped this guy wouldn't go for her, she'd like a shot at him; even if it was a slim one.

She put on her nicest dress, one the showed off her cleavage, hung softly off her curves, and showed off her back best. Then fixed her hair but decided to leave it down in waves, flowing down her toned back. She knew she had a nice body, almost too masculine but also very feminine. It didn't help that she was really well endowed in the other department either. Men ran screaming when they found that out. No man wants anyone more well-endowed than them, especially their wives!

She took a breath and put on a little makeup, some lip gloss with a slight tint. She did a final spin and was satisfied, then put on her low heels that showed off her toned but shapely legs and toned stomach.

She picked up the file and squared her shoulders then headed the meeting room.

Where the Hunter waited.

She wondered if she should have worn something more…attractive.

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Bobby and Ellen met her at the door and hugged her. "You look great. You'll do fine. Just be yourself, Sammi. You'll wow him."

"I'll be fine. I can do this." Sammi did a pep talk to herself now and approached the Meeting Place, and sat down, fingering the hem of her sleeve nervously again. "Hi, Susan."

"Hi, loser." Susan flipped her hair, "Think I'm ready to say yes. Another Hunter, I hear." Every Hunter or red-blooded male that had ever met Susan wanted her, why should this guy be any different?

"Maybe not." She turned to look at Bobby and Ellen and they gave her a smile and a thumbs up. She felt better seeing this and smiled a little, "He might like me, too. You're not the only girl in the room, although I'm fairly sure you think so." Sammi said smugly, it felt good to stand up for herself for once and to see Susan's face blanche so red was hilarious, it made her smile even wider.

Right then, the Hunter came in and two things happened. One, her eyes met his and she forgot to breathe. And two, he smiled and his green eyes sparkled like green stars.

Sammi blushed and tried to stop but couldn't. She was standing and couldn't remember doing it on purpose. She was hugging him and hadn't meant to. She sure hadn't meant to touch his scars on his face and kiss them either, but she did! She abruptly jumped back and noticed the prominent hard on she now had and practically ran from the room, or would have if he hadn't grabbed her hand and made her stay where she was. His eyes caught hers again and she smiled despite herself.

"Sorry about the…well, the kiss and the erection thing. I get a little over excited sometimes. I haven't met anyone in a while. Well, they've met me, they just didn't…well, kicking me out of the room isn't an unknown reaction really. Please don't kick me out, too?" Sammi said blushing, thinking of anything, anything but how attractive this man really was. "You're so attractive." Damn, someone lock that door between her mouth and her brain, please! "Sorry, shouldn't have said that. I really need to work on that door between my mouth and my brain now."

"I'd have to unlock it again. I like this whole say what you think thing. What else do you think?" Dean asked and pulled her to sit close to him, totally ignoring Susan in the process. Bobby and Ellen smirked as the other girl left in a huff, slamming the door behind her. "What's your name?" He needed to know her name, she was so beautiful! The eyes and smile were so sexy too.

"Sammi. Samantha Parish." She said blushing again. Damn she wished she could stop doing that! "Can't seem to stop blushing, damn it!" Damn door in her brain was totally off its hinges now, what good was a door if one look at a man knocked it off its hinges? She could love this man someday. "Could see myself loving you someday." Damn it! She was going to shut up now. "Gonna shut up now." She looked down blushing again, eyes wet with tears, just knowing he was going to leave now. "Gonna leave now, aren't you?" Damn it!

"I'm Dean, Dean Winchester. And as far as that door between the mouth and the brain not working, I'd keep it off its hinges if I had any say in it." Dean said, his chest ached and he felt funny. He couldn't look away from her eyes and stop wanting to kiss those lips. Her voice sounded so…husky and soft. He could listen to it for hours. "Want to kiss you, such pretty lips and eyes." Damn it, now his door was broken! She was having a bad effect on him. Not that he was complaining. "Think my doors broke now, too."

"I like your door being broke, too." Sammi said shyly, "A kiss might be nice, too." Dean grinned widely and leaned in, placing a light kiss on her cheek. Still afraid to kiss her. He touched her scars and kissed them like she had kissed his.

"You're so beautiful, Sammi." Dean admitted, pulling her close.

"You do know I'm a hermaphrodite, right? I got all the parts." Sammi said looking sad now, "Suppose you want to see the proof. Then you can leave like the others." She went lift her skirt and cried a little, "Everyone else does. And I really loved…I mean liked…you, too." She had her dress edge almost up when he smiled gently and teased.

"I saw the erection earlier, no need to show me anything really." Dean said wiping her tears away, "Not leaving you, not over that. Besides, I like it. You are huge, Sammi!" He really had liked the view earlier and she had a really nice body, too. The scars just made it better, as a matter of fact. "I love …I mean like…you, too." Damn door, he really needed to fix that, probably right after she fixed hers, which he would be sure to break again as soon as she did.

"So, I read you used to be a Hunter, Sammi. Tell me about it. If you don't mind that is." Dean blushed, he never blushed. It wasn't an entirely unpleasant sensation really. He felt so warm inside, like she and he were tying themselves together here somehow.

So Sammi told her story and cried a little. Then Dean told his and he cried a little, too. They talked for hours, as was the usual when a good match was found in both Bobby and Ellen's experience. They left them alone now and walked out smiling smugly. They knew they would be perfect for each other; they had seen it as soon as they had met the guy.

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"So, we've talked, and we've cried." Sammi smiled and chuckled, "Maybe we should try a date now." She looked at Dean and blushed again. "If you don't mind. I'd like a date with the most handsome man I've ever met." Okay, the door was entirely gone now, great!

Dean blushed now, too. "Damn you, Sammi, making me blush again."

"I know, you're cute when you blush." Sammi shrugged and leaned in, lips over his, fighting the urge to kiss him. The rules said the Seeker chose the time to touch not the Mate. "Kiss me? I want to but the rules say I can't." Sammi went to stand and change seats. "Sorry, too forward, I know."

Dean held her in place and leaned closer, liking her forwardness already. "Never said that. Kiss me, Sammi, break that rule." He chuckled and saw her eyes go blown with emotion, so many emotions in those beautiful eyes. He waited and smiled, touching her face and neck.

"It's my first kiss in years, what if I mess it up?" Sammi asked, her lips touching his now, but not moving. He just sat there and smiled. He really did want her to make the first move on the kiss!

"Can't mess it up." Dean said, running a hand through Sammi's long hair and marveling at how soft it was and how pretty it was. He couldn't stop touching it. "I love your hair, Sammi. Never pull it up again, not even for our wedding." He caught her small gasp and went over what he had just said. Crap, had he said that out loud?

"Wedding?" Sammi gulped nervously and Dean froze, thinking about it and finding he liked the idea; he liked it very much.

"Yes, wedding." Dean said smiling and pinning her in his arms now. "I want this match to happen, with you, Sammi." Dean shook his head in wonder and surprise, "Think I love you, Sammi. Have since I laid eyes on you when I entered the room earlier. It felt like we just…connected in that moment. Didn't it feel that way to you?" This whole thing felt weird to him but right at the same time.

"Yeah, I think I did." Sammi admitted. That would explain the hug and the scar kissing behavior and the door in their brains unhinging instantly at the sight of each other, too. "I love you, too, Dean."

"Marry me?" Dean asked, pulling out the Marriage Package, which contained a standard issue engagement ring complete with matching band, part of the Mating Ritual package that the government gave the Seekers when they signed up and paid to use the government setup Mating Pool. It was the Premium ring, Dean hadn't skimped on the expenses here. If he was going to marry, he damn sure was going to do it with style. He broke the seal on the box and pulled out the Quartzite Diamond ring. Diamonds were so rare now, they had begun manufacturing them in facilities and now these were the best diamonds one could find in the world.

"Yes!" Sammi said and let him slip it on her finger, smiling happily. She knew she loved this man, she just knew it!

"Now kiss me, Sammi." Dean urged and she did, letting her mouth sink deeper into his, their tongues and lips mating long before they ever could. Their hearts joining in that kiss and exploding into each other.

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They were married days later, and Dean finished the Marriage Ritual by putting the other Marriage ring on his bride and she put the Marriage ring of his on him. They had never felt more complete in their entire lives.

Dean had definitely not skimped on the expensive package. They had a suite in the best Hotel and had a serving staff to tend to them on their week long honeymoon.

They made love and Dean happily discovered how well-endowed his wife was and she him. Then they repeated the process for most of the week, barely leaving their room to eat. They went to live on his ranch in Old Texas, an outskirt of New Texas, where life was less modern and more rustic. There were real horses, and cattle, and farm life there. There were green fields and tall trees. There were old style homes, not the metal and glass buildings like in the cities. Cars ran on petrol, not on natural gas and air.

It was the most beautiful land Sammi had ever seen. She could see living here forever. With Dean.

They had two kids, a girl and a boy. They named them Ellen and Bobby, It was actually Samantha Ellen Winchester and Dean Robert Winchester but they called them Ellen and Bobby as nicknames, which stuck. The real Ellen and Bobby eventually retired from the Mating Pool, moving to the ranch with the family. Bobby married Ellen and took over as foreman of the ranch.

Both kids became Hunters, too. Dean retired several years later and they became full time ranchers until they passed at the ages of 94 and 98. The ranch went to their children who took over the business.

Their souls were joined upon their deaths and they flew to Heaven immediately, to wait to be reborn again.

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