Title: Forever May Not Be

Disclaimer: Don't own anything, I got no cash... although I do own A.J... but she won't show up til second chapter, a little in the first but not all of it.

Author: Kaela

Summary: It was a typical hunt, save girl from danger, kill damn supernatural being that's after her and leave... it was that simple. But somehow it all went wrong when John tells Dean and Sam to kill the girl they are trying to save before she somehow kills them. But the question is, how do the boys know this girl and where are these damned shape shifters coming from?

Note: Throughout this story I will be using Italics so here are what they are for... flashbacks, dreams, thoughts and other sides of a phone line.

Chapter 1: It Hurts...

It was a quiet night in Dogwood, Alabama on this particular warm and dark night, which was fairly odd for the end of January. All you could hear around this specific location were crickets in the distance, and that wasn't even very audible, considering the wind was blowing with no restraint. Looking around, you would be able to see houses standing on fresly cut grass, and you could smell freshly baked apple pie, but soon you end your search in front of a big white house with red trim, and in front of this house is a greatly prized 67' Chevy Impala and you hear a scream from inside the house. Your instinct is telling you to run inside to help but your feet are telling you to run... that the house is haunted and you shouldn't be sneaking around. So you stay motionless, too scared to move, to help, to run... your stuck standing in place, your feet stick to the cement sidewalk like glue, your stuck, to stay motionless.Your imagining who owns that Impala that you can't take your eyes off of. You hope they are two cute boys around your age that you would be able to hang out with, maybe even date... you have it all worked out in your head, how you'll meet the boy and fall in love and then maybe get married and have that apple pie life you've wanted so much. Suddenly a gunshot pulls you out of your stupor and your feet are finally able to run, but you don't run inside to help or to see if anyone needs any... you run away, run home to tell your parents about what you heard and what your scared of because they will make it all better. And you run from the house, forgetting about the Impala and the little fantasy about a boy that you don't even know.

Inside the house however, was nothing like quiet, there was a teenage girl lying on the ground with a knife in her waist... keeping her connected to the floor. Blood was seeping through her dark green shirt and she was losing a lot of blood, there was a boy, around 18, was cradling her head in his lap, not letting her go from his grasp afraid of losing her. His torn jeans becoming blood soaked but he didn't care, he wasn't going to lose her, and if he set her down on the cold hard floor he was afraid he was going to. Through her pain filled gasps he could here her cries of agony. The ends of her hair were now covered in blood but she didn't care, if she was going to die she would do it in his arms. With her eyes she asked him to pull out the knife, but he wouldn't do it... so she ordered him too. She screamed in pain, as he tore a piece of his shirt and cover her wound, hoping to stip the bleeding. No longer did she want to live, she wanted to die... if it would stop the pain she would die and all she had to do was was tell him through her eyes. Her deep blue eyes met his hazel ones and that told him all he needed to know. He wouldn't let her die, not on his watch... his father would probably kill him.

"No no, we'll find a way... Sammy will find a way" he soothed, tears started to well in his eyes, but he pushed them back... he would not let her see him cry.

"Come on... your brother is 14... he's not going to find a cure in time... that's a poisoned dagger... it can kill in under... 10 minutes..." she reasoned in painful gasps, she was sure she as feeling the effects, stupid little sucumbus bitch was smart, she would hand that slut that.

"No, I know Sammy, he works fast and he will not let you die... and besides he's been working on this situation for hours... he knew this was a possibility... and he will find a way to fix you"he said, he was trying to make himself believe that statement as well as her.

"Well then... I hope... you're right" she agreed, tring to keep her breathing pattern nowrmal instead of rapid and crazy, but it wasn't really working.

"Just hold on, okay... can you do that for me" he pleaded.

"But Dean... it hurts" she cried, trying to keep her world from spinning by just concentrating on him.

Dean woke up with a start, that nightmare had been plaguing him for two nights now, which was causing him to get no sllep at all. He looked over at the clock and found that it was eight in the morning... well at least I got some sleep Dean thought in annoyance. He looked over at Sam and noticed that his little brother was still fast asleep, so he got up waslked into the bathroom, turned on the ather and hoped into the shower. It had been 9 years since that night, since the girl in his dreams had died and then came back to life, with the doctors help, and he hadn't seen her since a few months after that. And yet that night was something he would never forget, he couldn't forget it... he had tried but that plan had failed miserably. He got out of the shower and got dressed and when he walked out of the bathroom, Sam as still asleep so e grabbed a pen and scribbled down a note for when Sam would wake up saying that he had gone to get coffee and some breakdfast.

20 minutes later and he finally got back with food and caffeine, for himself and Sam when he woke up. He placed Sam's coffee on the night table beside his head, and sat at the small kitchen table drinking his own when his phone started to ring. Dean got up and walked over to the chair that help his jacket... he pushed his hand inside the pocket and grabbed his cell phone.

"Hello" he greeted with a little slur in his voice, he was still tired... hadn't had enough coffee yet.

"Hello son" his father greeted him from the other end.

"Dad" he said, getting the attention of a very sleepy Sam who had just started drinking his coffee.

A/N: Okay I'm done first chapter. Dogwood, Alabama is a real place however, I know nothing about the weather there... so don't blame me if I somehow be wrong. If you see the button at the bottom of the page press it and say what you want, criticism is repuired. Tell me anything I can improve on if need be... though if you really like it and don't think I need to improve on anything that's ok too. Don't forget to R&R!