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Sam going to the pit had been the hardest thing Dean had ever had to deal with. Suddenly, he was alone. Dean had never really been alone before, he was lost. He wandered around, case to case throwing himself in so haphazardly, not really caring if he made it out. If he died, well, he had friends on the other side. Family.

Then he had run into Lisa again. He gave that a try. A new family. He threw himself into that completely, Lisa, the woman he loved, and Ben, a son he was positive was his even though she said he wasn’t. But that didn’t last either. Sam’s death had changed him too much. He was so busy looking around the corner for the next shoe to drop that he was ruining it before it even really started. One night, he just left.

And one morning, Dean wasn’t even sure when, he woke up next to her. He honestly couldn’t remember her name, or what city or town he was even in. He didn’t care. Everything was a drunken haze of debauchery the last few weeks, until he looked over at her.

The sheet hugged her curves so perfectly as she softly breathed next to him. Her back was to him, her soft, ample ass against his thigh. Her hair spread out over the pillow space between the two of them. He just looked at her, watched her, even though he couldn’t see much of her face. She was different from what he was use to waking up next to. Very different. Bits and pieces came back to him from the night before, her laugh, her smile. Suddenly, Dean realized he really wanted a cup of coffee.

He stood in the kitchen in just jeans when he heard her stirring. As she made her way out to him, his breath caught in his throat. She had grabbed the closest shirt, his shirt. The flannel button up was too long in the arms which made him smile. It just covered her ass in the back, but barely reached her thighs in the front as it covered those curves he remembered enjoying all night. Her hair was a mess and pulled to one side, hanging over her right shoulder. “I hope you don’t mind.” He held up his cup of coffee. She smiled and shook her head. “I wasn’t sure how you took yours, but now that you’re up, you hungry?” His face lit up as she smiled at him again and nodded. Dean never wanted to leave.

Little did Dean know, Sam had come back. Sam was there when Dean finally walked out of her house two days later, a huge grin on his face. He watched as Dean stopped, turned back and pulled her in for a deep kiss. A small part of Sam wanted to be happy his brother might have finally found something worth holding on to. So Sam left him to believe he was still dead, but he never really left his brothers life.

Sam watched from across the street as Dean took her out for dinner a week later. They sat at a window table in a nice restaurant. Sam was oddly surprised by it. He watched his older brother try so hard with this girl. Dean hadn’t even put this much effort into what he’d had with Lisa.

Sam was also in the park the day Dean proposed. He followed behind as his brother nervously walked and talked with the girl. Running his fingers through his hair so often Sam was sure Dean would go bald. He was glad Dean had gotten a bit rusty when it came to hunting, and his senses. Dean should have easily spotted him but didn’t. He watched the girl stop Dean from running his fingers through his hair again, saw her worried face looking up at Dean and ask him something. Likely what was wrong. He watched his brother get down on his knee and propose. Then he watched her light up, the most beautiful smile he’d ever seen as she said yes and clung to Dean. Sam mumbled a curse and walked away.

Sam then ran into her a few times. Always at random, or at least it would seem to her. She had no idea who he was, but she was always polite, always smiling and happy. It was almost calming. For the most part, he was emotionless, but there was something about her. He could see why Dean stayed those first few nights.

He was also there when his brother got married. Well, near by. He stood a block away, leaning on a Dodge Charger, an older man standing with him as they watched Dean step out, his new bride on his arm and a huge smile on his face. “Just talk to your brother already, Sam.”

“And say what? I’ve been alive all this time, hunting with family you never knew we had?” He glanced at the older man. “PS, I wanna fuck your new wife?”

“Don’t be vulgar, Samuel.” The older man glared and Sam rolled his eyes. “Don’t roll your eyes at me either, boy.”

“Just get back to your damn Alpha hunt, grandpa.” Sam growled at him before pushing off from his car and moving around to the driver seat, getting in, and driving off leaving the older man behind.

Sam was even there the day Dean and his wife brought home their newborn. A daughter. He went by from time to time, catching a glimpse here and there into his niece’s life as she grew. Like when she splashed in a tiny baby pool while Dean washed the Impala one summer afternoon. She must have only been about 7 months old. He saw how Dean looked at his daughter and wife, paying more attention to them than he did to his car.

Then one day, Sam let himself be seen by Dean. It started off with a fight. A fight to be sure that Sam was really Sam. Then it was hugs and catching up. Dean told his wife he was visiting an old friend for a weekend, apparently she’d heard of Bobby and didn’t mind. Even baked pies for Dean to bring to share with the older man. Then came more fighting as Dean realized he had been out of the loop at just how long Sam had been back.

Dean never mentioned Sam being alive to his wife. He had told her Sam was dead, how would he explain this? Sam didn’t mind, because then he’d have to explain how he’d been talking to her for the last two years, at least.

Dean was quickly noticing his brother wasn’t quite his brother anymore. It was a nagging feeling at first. One that was confirmed as he spent more time with Sam. Watching him. Getting to know this ‘family’ he had been hunting with. He had a bad feeling about Samuel Campbell too, but Sam wouldn’t listen.

Dean listened though. He listened to what Sam said, what he didn’t say. He watched how his brother was treating women. The same brother who had always been sweetness and puppy dog eyes, was now the ‘take what I want and not give a shit’ kinda guy they had always hated. He’d heard stories, he’d seen it first hand. And then, it was directed at him and panic set in. For the first time in his life, Dean was afraid of his baby brother.

“I want her, Dean.”

“Who?”

“Your pretty little wife.” Dean clenched his jaw at that, and Sam laughed. “Come on, didn’t mom ever teach you to share?” Dean growled. “Right, sorry, mom didn’t get to teach us much, did she..”

“You better shut the fuck up, Sam.”

“I always get what I want, Dean. You’ve noticed that by now. I know you have.”

“Not her.” Dean was ready to start swinging. “You’ll never fucking have her.”

“Well, you better stop me.” Sam chuckled. “You have some choices. You can come hunt full time again, lets you keep an eye on me. Or, I go fuck your wife good, and introduce myself to my niece.” He smiled, and Dean paled. “Oh don’t give me that look. I wouldn’t hurt her, Dean. I’m not a monster. I adore her. But how long until you fuck it all up, huh? You’re half out the door already, so does it really matter? Decisions yours.”

Dean watched as the love of his life was singing his daughter to sleep, your back to him. What did he do? Even though Sam wasn’t Sam anymore, he was still Dean’s brother, the little brother he raised, and did anything and everything for his whole life. The brother he was conditioned to protect above all else, including himself.

He figured he could just tell you. Tell you about Sam, about everything else. Admit to the lies he’d had to tell you about who he had been before meeting you. But would you then doubt everything else he’d said? Would you hate him? If that rift started, Sam would jump in. He’d try and take you from him.

He could never just let Sam have you. Not that he believed you would let Sam near you. Not that he believed he owned you and could make that decision for you. Just that he’d rather kill his brother and re-live that pain than let him touch you. You and the daughter you shared were the two most precious things in the world to him.

He could leave. He looked down at the ring on his finger and turned it using his thumb. He could disappear into the night like he had on Lisa. Vanish without a word, without a trace. He knew what that would do to you. It would destroy you, you’d have everyone looking for him. You’d be terrified but he knew you were strong. You were strong enough to survive it,  strong enough to raise his daughter.

Dean closed his eyes, trying to burn the sight of you both into his memories one last time before he turned and walked away.

Hearing the front door, you turned. “Dean?” You called out gently, trying not to wake your daughter who had just fallen asleep.

You made your way up the hall, and when you passed the bedroom, you saw open drawers out of the corner of your eye. You stopped, and looked into the room for a moment before heading in. His drawers weren’t empty, but most of his stuff was gone. You rushed to the closet and found much the same. You turned, looking around the room, tears in your eyes as you started to panic. That’s when you saw the paper on the bed. Ring sitting on top. You picked it up as you heard the Impala roar to life in the driveway.

Your heart pounded in your chest as your feet pounded down the stairs. “DEAN!” You yelled as you ran out the front door. He glanced at you as he turned onto the street. “DEAN?! Plea–”

You dropped to the ground, as he drove off without a second glance back. “Why?” You whined to yourself. “What did I do?” Your shoulders shaking as you sobbed. You looked down at the paper in your hands. You cried there for a good five minutes before you opened it.

You cried there in the yard for what felt like ages. And then you heard a voice, a familiar one that you ran into from time to time. “Hey, are you okay? Is something wrong?”

You looked up, and it was him. The tall guy with the shaggy hair that you’d run into at the supermarket, or cafe. Always nice, and sometimes offered to buy your coffee when you were having a rough morning. You shook your head. “Everything is wrong.” You told him gently as the tears started falling again. “And you’re being so kind to me again, and I can’t remember your name. I’m sorry.”

He knelt down, and lifted your chin up as he gave you a soft smile. “It’s okay. We pretty much only see each other in passing, I don’t expect you to know my name. But it’s Sam. Come on, let me help you inside. Is this your house?” You nodded. “Come on.” He started to help you up. “Let’s get you back indoors. I had just bought some beer, if you need someone to talk to, I’ll open you one, and you can vent. Okay?”

He gave you a smile you had seen so many times from him. And every time you saw it, you realized how much it reminded you of Dean’s. You nodded. “A beer would be nice, Sam. Thank you.” You sniffled as you both made your way to the front door, Sam stopping to grab his case of beer that you hadn’t noticed on your lawn until he picked it up. “You know, you remind me a little of someone…”

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“Pissed about what? What the hell happened? I can’t leave you guys for 2 minutes.”

You smiled sweetly, motioning for the girl to come closer. She leaned forward, smiling thinking nothing would happen, that she had Dean wrapped around her finger. You grabbed a fist full of her hair and got right in her face.

“Care to say it again so everyone can hear?” you glared. “No? Well, I suggest you think long and hard about the next thing you say to me. If it wasn’t for Dean being interested in you for tonight, I’d smash your face right into this table.” And with that you let her go.

You started to get up and leave, when you heard her open her mouth. “Ow! What the hell, Dean, are you really going to let this stupid psycho bitch treat me like this! She’s acting like she’s sooo important to you.”

“She is.” You heard Dean say, his eyes on  you. You smiled softly at your best friend.

“What!? Are we talking about the same fat ugly cow?!”

With that you reached forward, grabbed the side of her head and smashed it into the table. “I fucking warned you!” you shouted, as Sam grabbed a hold of you, trying to pull you away before you could hit her again.

“Let me go!” you screamed as Sam carried you outside.

He refused you put you down until he was sure you wouldn’t go back in. “Come on y/n. We really can’t afford to pay for damages if you go and wreck the place.” He chuckled.

You had to laugh at how amused he was about all this. But it wasn’t his night you had ruined. It was Dean’s. You fully realized that when you saw his face as he walked out of the bar. “Let’s go.” he said gruffly as he walked past. Sam caught up to him but you just stood there against the wall. You felt a little bad.

“Dean…” you called.

As he turned to look at you, you just sighed. “Go ahead Sam, I’ll catch up” he said and walked back to you.

“I really ruined your night huh?..”

“It’s fine.”

“It’s not fine Dean.. Come on.” you said starting to walk in the opposite direction Sam went in.

“Where are you going, motels this way?”

“Your way didn’t work out for tonight Dean.” you shouted behind you “So I’m going to show you my way.”

When you got across the street, Dean was by your side again. “Your way for what?” he asked.

“De-stressing” you said, walking into a grocery store that was still open.“Lucky for you, our bar night ended early enough that this place is still open." You bought two bottles of white wine and headed back out.

"Wine, really?” he wrinkled his nose at you.

“My way remember?” you said continuing to walk. He followed without complaint. When you came to a small path hidden behind some trees about 15 minutes later, you grabbed onto Deans arm. “Sorry.. I don’t want to trip in these shoes, I’d rather not break my ankle tonight.”

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.” you smiled. After a few minutes of walking in silence, and almost falling once, you came to a Weeping Willow, and you ducked under the branches and walked away from the path. When you came to a small clearing in front of a lake, you turned and smiled at Dean. “Welcome to my  little slice of heaven.” You took off your jacket and spread it on the ground to sit on, motioning for Dean to do the same. It was cool out, but not so much that you needed the coats on.  You took off your shoes and placed them next to you, then pulled one of the bottles out of the bag, and opened it. Taking a sip, you handed it to Dean as he sat next to you on his own coat. You leaned back on your hands and stared across the lake. The moons reflection glistening off the water. You could hear crickets chirping and frogs croaking in the distance. As you looked up, you saw the stars perfectly. You sighed in contentment.

Dean handed back the bottle, and you drank more. “Do you feel like talking about what happened in the bar?”

“Not really..” you said. “I feel pretty bad. I mean, not that I hurt her. She fucking deserved it.”

Dean chuckled “Yeah, she kind of did.”

“But that I ruined your night. I mean, it’s not the first time I’ve heard that shit. It won’t be the last. It probably won’t be the last time I hit someone over it either.” you smiled. He gave you a look that was almost sad. “Eh.” you shrugged. “Honestly, it doesn’t usually bother me, I never see them again anyway.. Maybe it was just too much tonight. Maybe I wasn’t drunk enough.. who knows. I usually just ignore it. It’s not always girls you are with, but when it is, before long you leave with the girl, and after that I never have to see her again. Sometimes Sam and I hang out, sometimes he finds a girl and I just..”

“You come here? Why?” he asked. “I mean its nice, it’s quiet, I get that.. but what do you do here?”

Smiling, you motioned to the lake “This. Exactly what we are doing now. Just.. sitting here. Being out here, without having to kill something, or having something trying to kill me.. it’s nice. This, is how I de-stress. You know, whenever I can find a place like this any ways..”

After the bottle passed between you a few more times, Dean looked at you confused. “But, I mean, I thought you were like us? I mean.. I thought you picked up guys.. I sometimes see some guys chatting you up in the bar, and you seem interested…”

Shrugging again you sit forward. “Not really my thing. I mean, yeah if we’re going to be in town a while, I’ll consider it. But if we are just here for a few days.. not really worth my time. I’m not too into jumping in the sack with guy after guy I’ll never see again..” You felt Dean shift next to you. “Not that its a bad thing! To be into that I mean.. I just like having control over this one small aspect of my life.. you know.. With everything else being as crazy as it is. Not that you really get much of a chance to date as a hunter..”

“But I’ve heard you.”

You turned to look at him, eyebrows raised “Pervert.” you laughed.

“The motel walls are thin!!” He almost shouted in defense, his cheeks turning red, causing you to laugh. “I just.. figured you were bringing guys back all the time.”

“That’s all me Dean”. Now it was his turn to look shocked. “There is a reason I don’t let you boys carry my bag. I have got an arsenal in there for whatever strikes my fancy. You carry guns and knives, I carry.. well..” You bit your lip. “You take a chance in the bar, I guarantee I get what I need.”

“So… If I look in your bag…”

You laughed. “Assuming I leave you alone with my stuff? Right side pocket. There’s some interesting things in there.” You downed the last of the bottle, and placed it down by your feet. “Should we open the other one?” When you didn’t get an answer, you turned to him. “Dean?” He was staring at you, mouth slightly open.

“Dean..” you started, but he cut you off with a soft kiss. “Don’t start something you won’t finish Dean” You said softly. He answered by putting a hand on the back of your neck and pulling you in for more. You shifted so you were straddling his lap, his hands on your outer thighs where your skirt rode up. You rolled your hips, grinding against his bulge. You tasted his moan as he wrapped his arms around your waist and tried to pull you closer.He started kissing down your neck as his hands moved to unbutton your top. He buried his face between your breasts, motor boating them to make you laugh. “Dean!” you squealed  pushing his shoulders.

“I couldn’t help it.” he said putting his hands up as if surrendering. You shook your head at him. Why were you not surprised. He smiled and began leaving small bites on your neck. “Stand up for a sec” he said against your skin. As you stood, he hooked his fingers into your panties and pulled them down. You shifted your feet so he could take them off of you placing them on your coat. He grabbed your thighs tight, his fingers digging into your skin, as he pulled you back down onto him.You kissed him hard as you felt his hands explore the curve of your ass.

You reached down to undo his belt. “Impatient are we y/n?” he laughed.

“Shut up Dean” you panted as you kissed him hungrily, undoing his pants and reaching in. He shifted so you could take his erection out.  You stroked it a few times as he moaned into your mouth.

He slid a hand under you and you felt a finger run over your swollen clit. “Mmm, y/n your soaked”. You felt him twitch in your hand.

You ran your thumb over the tip, collecting his pre cum onto your thumb and raising to you mouth to suck if off. “Not doing so bad there yourself, Dean.” you smiled. He kissed you again, hard, as he reached over to his coat pocket, pulling out a condom. He wiggled his eyebrows at you while he tore the packet open with his teeth. You couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re beyond ridiculous, Dean.” you said, taking the packet and putting the condom on him.He growled at you as he grabbed your ass and lifted you, lining himself up.

“We good?” he asked before going any further.

“Yeah, we’re good.” you smiled, kissing his nose. He buried his face in your neck and he lowered you onto him. You let out a moan and leaned against him as his arms circled your waist. He held you there so tight, it was like he was afraid you would try to leave.“Dean..” you whispered softy and you started to rock your hips.

“Oh god, y/n.”

You bit his ear lobe, and grabbed a fist full of hair. He growled in response, and buried his face in your breasts nipping at the flesh. You started to move faster as his hands moved to cup your breasts, his thumbs running over your nipples through the lace of your bra. Your hand went to the back of his neck, nails digging in a bit.

He laid back and you put your hands on his chest. His hands now on your waist as he matched your movements. He looked up at you with his lust filled green eyes. When your e/c eyes met his, he dug his fingers into your skin pulling you down onto his manhood harder. “Oh fuck!” you shouted, throwing your head back. “Please… don’t stop.. fuck Dean!”

You heard him groan, and looked down at him. He had a look of bliss on his face. Well, bliss and sex face, but you liked it. You moved your hair to one side and placed your hands on either side of his head as you leaned down to kiss him. You bit his bottom lip, then slipped your tongue in. He started thrusting faster, causing you to moan in his mouth. You felt him smile against your lips. He gave your ass a spank and you moaned “If you keep that up with this pace, I won’t last much longer, Dean. I’m sure you won’t either.”

He raised his eyebrows at that as you sat back up rolling your hips to slow down the pace a bit.

“Who says I want to?” he smiled that shit eating grin of his. “We can always just go again.” he winked, as one of his hands left your waist.

You gave him that ‘what are you up to’ look. But he just smiled at you, as you felt his thumb rub your swollen clit. “Jesus Dean!” one hand on his chest, the other grabbed his arm that was still around your waist, your nails digging in just below the sleeve of his T-shirt.

You could feel the pressure building in your core. You were trying to hold back, you didn’t want it to end so soon, but man did Dean know how to treat a lady. “Cum for me” you heard him whisper. He felt you tighten and knew you were on the edge. “Don’t hold back. Cum for me.”

“Fuck. Dean!” you screamed as your orgasm ripped through your body.

“Oh Fuck y/n.” you could hear Dean moaning as your orgasm brought on his. He continued to rub your clit through it all.

When you both had finished riding it out, he reached up to pull you down to his chest, and you were more then happy to all but collapse on him. You laid there catching your breath and listening to his heart beat.

You moved off Dean after a few minutes, and started to put your shoes on. You could hear him taking off the condom, and when you glanced over, he was trying to figure out where to put it. You chuckled and handed him the grocery store bag the wine had been in. “I’ll just carry this.” you said. He had gotten himself all tucked away and put his coat on, putting the bag in his pocket until he got to a garbage, by the time you got your other shoe on.

He stood in front of you holding out his hand to help you up. As you fixed your skirt, and did up your shirt, he picked up your panties and tucked them into his back pocket. He then held your jacket for you to put on. “Such a gentleman.” you smiled at him. Then you grabbed the wine bottle and walked back arm in arm. When you got back into town proper, and came to a garbage can on the street, he stopped to toss the bag in. You stopped outside the motel rooms. Dean just stood there looking down at you.

“I think I like your way of doing things.” he finally said. “Perhaps we should do things your way more often.” he winked.

“Shut up Dean.” you laughed. “Lets see what tomorrow brings first, yeah?”

“Alright, alright” he smiled, leaning in, kissing you softly. “Good night y/n”. He turned and headed towards his room with Sam.

“Dean wait!” you called.

“Yeah ?” he turned, looking hopeful.

You laughed. “Keep in your pants perv. I kind of just need my room key.. remember, we were suppose to switch rooms so you could have privacy with what’s her face. ” and you jingled his room key in front of you.

“Oh yeah, sorry” he said, tossing your key, and caught his when you tossed it.

“Night Dean.”

“Good night darling.”

You went into your room and leaned on the door after you shut it. You signed, a gentle smile on your face. Well that’s one way to de-stress, you thought. You put the wine bottle on the dresser, then moved to the duffle bag on the foot of the bed tossing your clothes on the floor as you went. “Fuck” you grumbled after you opened the bag, pulling out one of Deans shirts. Your bag was in the other room. Too tired to get dressed and go next door, you just pulled his shirt on. You realized you also now had no underwear to put on, but were too tired to care. You climbed under the blankets, and pulled up the collar of Deans shirt to your nose. Smelling his scent, you fell asleep with a smile on your face.

In the other room Sam was already asleep, Dean went in and sat on the edge of the bed. He pulled out your panties from his pocket, smiling down at them. He glanced over to the bag next to his foot. He raised his eyebrow realizing it was yours. “What did she say… right pocket?” He pulled the bag onto the bed, opening the right side pocket. Inside he found a case that he pulled out. He slowly opened it “Very interesting…” he smiled when he saw the toys you had inside.  And as he went to put it back in the pocket, he saw a few more pieces that had been hidden under case. He pulled out hand cuffs, and looked at the other items “Very interesting indeed”.

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He looked past you to the diner window, and watched the waitress move around. “That is what I usually bring back to the motel.” He sighed. Your eyes shifted up to his face. “But they’re all the same.” He shrugged. “Fuck and leave.”

“Kinda like you?”

He looked back down at you and nodded. “Except I never see them again. I toss the numbers, I never call. Until you. You got in, you got past the defenses and I couldn’t get rid of you. I’m sorry.” You furrowed your brow and he cupped your cheek. “I’m sorry I made you feel like you weren’t something special. I’m sorry I can’t always stay. I’m real sorry I only finally took you out after this damn long. I just.. I don’t normally get a lot of time to see you, and I don’t think. I just want to be as close to you as I can get, as long as I can before I have to leave again. That’s why I brought Sammy this time. He’s the most important thing in the world to me, he’s all the family I’ve got. I wanted you to meet him.”

“So.. Meeting your brother is equivalent to meeting your parents?” He nodded. “Shit, are we going steady now?”

He laughed. “What is this, the 50’s?” He teased. “’Going steady’? Jesus Christ, I haven’t heard that in a long time.” His laugh made you smile, but then he got serious again. “I can’t make promises. I’d be a shit boyfriend, I can’t be around, not like you deserve.” His thumb brushed over your cheek. “But I want to hold on to you as long as I can.”

You closed your eyes as his forehead met yours. “Then don’t let go.”

“But you deserve so much better then this, sweetheart.”

“If I ever find it, I’ll let you know.” You opened your eyes to meet his. “For now, don’t let go. I like rushing to bake you pie whenever you call to say you’re coming.”

He smiled. “I like that too.” He kissed you softly. “Sort of regret not calling now though, that means there’s no pie at your place.”

“You just ate pie!” You laughed. “How about you help me make it this time.”

Dean was able to promise you at least two days before they had to leave. You were lucky to get four before Sam told him they had a case. You still had no idea what they did, but for now, you were fine with that.

They had been great days. When you worked, he would either hang out with his brother, or relax at your place. Him and Sam picked you up for lunch every day, which made you smile. Dean was so happy his brother liked you.

After work was sex, food and cuddling. He took you out to dinner in a nice restaurant the second night he was there. “Just to see you dressed up, Princess.” He had smiled. The look on his face when you stepped out in little red dress and heels was magical. No one had ever looked at you like that before. You blushed under his gaze, and he rushed you out of the house swearing- “If  we don’t go now, sweetheart, we aren’t making this reservation.”

When they were leaving, you hugged Sam good by first. Then Dean held on to you longer then he should have. “I’ll still be here when you come back, Dean.”

He smiled and nodded, but his worry was that he wouldn’t come back. “Stay safe, sweetheart.”

“I should be telling you that. I still don’t even know what you do.” You chuckled and got up on your toes to kiss him. “Try not to wait so long to visit again.” You smiled up at him.

A week had passed since Dean left. He’d text you now, at random hours. And he’d call once in a while just to hear your voice. You had spoken to him two days ago, and woke up to a text from him that morning which made you smile. It was after dinner time now, and you were on your way home.  As you got closer to your house, you pulled out your phone to check it. Nothing. But that’s how it was some days, so you didn’t think too much of it.

You held your phone in one hand as you pulled out your keys coming to your front door, then froze. The door was open.

Dean was passed out when he was suddenly jolted awake by the sound of his phone beeping for the millionth time. Licking his dry lips, he reached blindly over to grab it. He had been driving for so long that as soon as they got to the motel he had passed out.

He saw three missed calls from you and smiled. “Miss me that much, huh.” He chuckled.

Sam groaned rolling over. “Dean? What time is it?”

Dean looked at the time. “4am. Go back to sleep Sammy.” He rubbed a hand over his face as he hit the voicemail button and punched in his code. When he heard your voice he froze, the smile gone from his face.

“Dean.. Dean I think there’s someone in my house. I called the police but, they can’t get here for another 20 minutes. I’m scared Dean….I-I’m outside but I don’t know where to go.”

The automated voice came on. “End of first message.” He quickly hit save and started the next message.

 “Oh God Dean! I can see him! Dean I’m so scared, Please.. He’s in my house.”

Then the automated voice “End of second message.”

“Sammy, get up! Now!” Dean yelled and Sam jerked up as Dean saved that message and hit the next one and put it on speaker.

He could tell you were running now. Running and crying. “Fuck.. He’s too fast. I-I can’t. I can’t keep running.”

“Come on baby, tell me what’s chasing you…” Dean mumbled as he listened to you run and cry.

"No.. No no no, come on, not a dead end. Please.“ He heard you whimper. "This can’t be real. He can’t be human.” Dean’s face paled. “Not with teeth like that..”

Dean could hear boot falls getting closer to you. “Winchesters should know better then to get attached.” Came a deep voice. “I think I’ll take you from him. You look like you could be a good meal. A little fatty, but all the good foods are bad for you right?”

“Please..” You whimpered again, and the line went dead.

“End of third message. No new messages.”

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“Yeah, thanks Sarah.” Sam hung up the phone.

“They find anything?” Dean was panicked.

Sam sighed. “It’s just her and one officer in the station. She said to go right to the house, she’ll make sure someone is there to meet us to give us more details.”

“Sam, did they fucking find her!?”

“No.” Sam shook his head. “The house was broken into when they got there, but nothing was missing, nothing touched, no blood. But we know that’s because she didn’t go in, she ran. There’s been no sign of her, everyone’s out looking.”

“FUCK!” He hit the steering wheel.

“We’ll be there in an hour, Dean.”

“Find every fucking possible dead end in this place, Sam. And anywhere a vamp might hide.”

“Of course, Dean. We’ll find her.”

“She better not be fucking dead when we do.” He growled.

They had checked your place and found no signs of anything. “Fuck.” Dean grumbled as they left.

Next, they went around to every single dead end they could find. Hoping for some kind of a clue, anything. “Dean!” Dean hurried over to Sam who was checking behind a dumpster.

Dean could feel his stomach drop. There was blood, and your purse. He picked it up and looked inside. Wallet and everything still there. It had been half hidden under the dumpster, so likely no one had seen it. “No phone.” He told Sam. “Looks like everything is here but the phone. You see it?”

Sam looked around for a few minutes. “No. Think she might still have it on her? Maybe she put it in her pocket hoping to keep the call going as long as possible?”

“Yeah. Sounded like the guy didn’t know she was on it..” He pulled out his phone and dialed, praying he didn’t hear it ringing there in the alley. It rang a few times before going to voicemail so he hung up. “Fuck.”

“We’ll find where they are. Come on, we’ll grab a burger to go, and-”

“No, we’re finding her first.”

“Dean, you’ve barely slept. And You haven’t eaten since before you slept. You can’t help her if you’re half dead. We’ll grab a burger to go, and eat it in the car on the way to these places, okay? Get an extra one for when we find her. She’s going to be starving.”

Dean nodded. “Yeah. Yeah she will..” He licked his lips. “And pie.”

“And pie. On me.” Sam gave Dean a sad smile. “Come on.”

They checked two places close to your house first. They knew you hadn’t run far, so those were safe bets. But both were empty, no sign anyone had been there in months. Dean had cursed, punching and shattering a window at the second place.

“Next one is farther out, but it’s the most ideal place for Vamps. Come on Dean.”

“I lost her, Sammy. Fuck, I let my guard down, let someone in and I lost her.”

“Come on, in the car and start driving before her burger gets too cold.”

Dean sighed but got in the car. Sam could see his brother getting more and more in the pit of hopelessness and self loathing. Sam got into the passenger side, and told Dean where to go.

One step inside, and they knew this was the place. They could smell it. Dean’s jaw was clenched as he moved ahead of Sam.

It took some time, the place was pretty big, but they eventually came across a large room with your body laying on the ground. Your back towards them. “Fuck..” Dean breathed out. There was blood everywhere, he could even see blood on you.

He was about to run to you when Sam grabbed him, a finger to his lips to tell his brother to keep quiet. He pointed to vamps at the other end of the room near a second door. Then he pointed to a hallway they had passed earlier. “One of us has to go that way, get to that other door.” Sam barely did more then mouth it, but Dean understood. “Dead or alive we need to do this right.” Dean nodded and motioned that he’d go.

Once Sam spotted his brother at the other side of the room, they moved in tandem. Turning towards Sam, they didn’t noticed Dean behind them until the first one’s head rolled. When the second turned to Dean, Sam was close enough to slice his head off. And then the room was filling. “Shit.”  Sam looked around as they were surrounded. “Dean..” the only clear path was to the door Sam had come in.

“I’m not fucking leaving her Sam. I’ll kill every last blood sucking son of a bitch on this earth.”

Then he heard a deep laugh, and Dean knew it was the voice he had heard on the phone. “Then you’ll be killing her.”

Dean’s face went pale for an instant, then his anger showed. He was pissed. He looked around to see where the voice was coming from. “COME ON!” He yelled. “FIGHT ME!”

“As you wish. Go!”

“Dean!” Sam cried out as all the vamps rushed them.

Your eyes cracked open as you felt cold leather on your skin. You whimpered at how bright it was, how loud it was. When your eyes opened, and you took in your surroundings, you started freaking out. The smells, the light, it was too much. You were kicking, pushing, anything to get back into the dark room you had been in before.

“Hey! Hey sweetheart relax..” You continued to kick at him, to push as he tried to get more in your face to calm you. “Sammy! Sammy she’s freaking out!”

Suddenly the door near your head opened, and you saw Sam looming over you, his large hands trying to hold you down while he tried to talk to you in hushed calming tones. “Dean, he wasn’t kidding.. They didn’t just feed on her, they chose to turn her after.”

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