Here is my first Supernatural fanfic. Hope you all enjoy - I'm not american and I am trying to write american so I hope it's not too awful. I don't own Supernatural or anything relating to it so please don't sue. Please review, reviews make me happy!

Enjoy.

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Chapter 1

I haven't felt this happy in a long time!

This was, is and always will be where I belong. Right here, spread out in the back of the Impala with the wind in my hair and the sun in my eyes.

I can't stop the wide smile that spreads across my face. He's looking at me in the rear view mirror – I look back into his amazing green eyes.

He's smiling too and my heart beats faster.

The Impala lurches forward. Dean always did have a heavy foot and a laugh escapes my lips.

As we speed down the deserted highway, the blood orange sun setting in the pink sky, I close my eyes and remember this morning.

I'd just finished blow drying my hair when I heard the doorbell ring. I heard mom say she'd get it so I started brushing my hair through.

I heard an excited scream and muffled voices and my curiosity was sufficiently peaked. So, I decided to go see who it was.

I was halfway down the stairs before I realised who it was standing awkwardly in the hallway.

"Dean"? I said in shock and I could feel my heart racing in my chest.

He looked up at me with that amazingly lopsided smile and his sparkly eyes.

"Well, just look at you" he said, smiling.

I ran down the rest of the stairs and practically threw myself at him, jumping into his strong arms. I remember he held me so tight against his chest and I tried to stop my heart from beating out of my chest.

Not for one moment had I ever stopped loving him.

Mom practically ran to go and find dad leaving us in the hall.

Dean placed me back on the floor and, looking up at him, I remembered just how tall he was, or rather, how short I was.

"I can't believe your back"! I said running my hands through my hair, suddenly very aware of how close he was. He smelled so good!

I took a step back, trying to resume my hearts normal rhythm.

"About that Sophie, I kinda need a favour". He said, his face fell and his eyes saddened somehow.

"What's wrong"? I asked, my brain on overdrive.

All I could think of was Sammy, not Sammy!

"It's not Sammy"? I asked, practically choking on the words.

"No" Dean said clearly, firmly. Squashing the terror that had gripped me.

"Its dad, he hasn't been home in a while. I think something has happened".

My heart had leapt into my throat and I could actually feel my face draining of any colour.

We sat on the kitchen counters, like we always did, sipping soda. He told me everything. He was on his way to go get Sammy from college to look for John and that he could use my help too

I didn't ask my parents if I could go, even if they'd said no I would've gone anyway and they knew it. I packed my yellow duffel bag with everything I could think of that I would need – it had been a long time since I had used that bag.

I kissed mom and dad goodbye and grabbed my embellished, threadbare denim jacket and Dean and me headed out. I had to try and hide a squeal of excitement as I saw the big, black, shiny Impala parked in the drive. I had missed that car.

Dean unlocked the car and lifted the driver's seat up so I could get in the back and it was like I had never left, like I hadn't missed out on the last 8 years.

He was smiling as he started up the engine and peeled out of the drive at breakneck speed.