A/N: Ookay... this story contains graphic material, and I could tell all of you people that are under seventeen or eighteen or so to not read it, but if you wanna read it, then you will, there's nothing stopping you. Flashbacks and songs are in italics. Reviews are appreciated.

Disclaimer:Don't own anything, but the few pennys in the bottom of my purse, next to my empty wallet.

Dean Winchester, he appeared to be a badass, but deep down, he could be very sweet, and the truth was, he distanced himself from people, so they couldn't see the real him. He still had scars from what she did to him. Sure they weren't the visible kind, he got plenty of those from his job, but they were of the mental sort. Dean spent most of his days now thinking about her as he drove alone, or as he was fucking some random girl that looked like her. They say that blood is thicker than anything, but he barely even thought of Sam, who abandoned him as soon as they found the demon, or his Dad who disappeared along with Sam because he found some new demon. Dean hadn't heard from them in about two years, and at first he was worried, but then she left him too, and she was his everything.

Dean Winchester sat in a crowded diner, when a girl sat down beside him, she was dressed in all black, a shirt with silver writing on it, and blood red lips along with nails. The first thing Dean noticed were the elastic bands around her wrists, she kept snapping them as she sat there. He figured that maybe she was quitting smoking or something, because she seemed jumpy and agitated. "Hey, I'm Dean."

The girl turned to look at him, and he realized that she was young, around eighteen or so.

"Charlie"

"You seem a bit jumpy." Dean said trying to make conversation that didn't start with 'nice weather, huh.'

"Who are you? My fucking therapist?" She asked, now pissed.

Dean was taken aback. "No, I was just trying to talk about something other than the weather."

She seemed to take that as an apology or something, because after a few moments she asked "Are you here alone?"

"Well, my brother is here with me, but I got the job of getting food while he got the motel room."

"Looks like you got the crappy end of the bargain." Charlie said, gesturing to the line to order that was now out the door.

"Do you live here?"

"Me, well I guess you could say that, but I usually don't stay in one place for too long. I'll be gone by the end of the month to some new place."

"Don't you like having one place you can call home?"

"Yea, but I don't like the people that come with it."

Dean now sat in his crappy motel room pissed drunk, and he looked as though he hadn't eaten in days. He was thin and frail looking now, not the strong person he used to be. He continued thinking of her as he drew the blade across his arm once again.

"Even In Death"

Give me a reason to believe that you're gone
I see your shadow so I know they're all wrong
Moonlight on the soft brown earth
It leads me to where you lay
They took you away from me but now I'm taking you home

CHORUS:
I will stay forever here with you
My love
The softly spoken words you gave me
Even in death our love goes on

Some say I'm crazy for my love, Oh my love
But no bonds can hold me from your side, Oh my love
They don't know you can't leave me
They don't hear you singing to me

Chorus

And I can't love you, anymore than I do

People die, but real love is forever.

A/N: Song is Even in Death by Evanescence. I don't own it.