Again, I have no idea why I'm uploading new stories, when I have others that need my attention, but it is what it is, and I hope you enjoy this!

I have never written in this fandom, so cut me some slack. I try to stay true to characters, so bare with me if I screw up!

Please remember to review at the end! :)

Hello all, my name is Becky Rosen-Winchester, and this is my story.

Okay, perhaps I shouldn't have said my whole name, because it's not that way anymore, actually…

Okay, moving on.

Most of you probably know me as the Winchesters biggest fan, and well, that's who I used to be.

Anyway, I should probably start at the beginning, because the beginning is where everything came into perspective, and no, I don't mean the beginning of my birth or when I discovered the Winchesters, especially Sam. I mean the beginning.

The beginning where everything fell into place, and I became a different person.

It all started after Dean and Sam left me alone.

~Three Years Ago~

Becky pushed her hands through her hair, and sat down at the table where, just a few moments ago she had sat with Sam, before the potion wore off, and they were happy.

She should have known it wouldn't last. She never would have that luck.

She closed her eyes, and kept the tears at bay as she thought back to what caused this whole thing to begin with.

Her need to feel loved.

Sure, she had Chuck at one time, and some members of her family, but the love she needed, wanted, needed to come from the one person who despised her.

She groaned, and shook her head.

She was never going to have that special connection with Sam, not anymore.

He surely hated her now, for what she did, and she couldn't blame him. She was horrible, making a deal with a demon just to get the love of the one person she loved with all her heart.

Sure it had started out as an obsession, but over the course of the years, she had actually felt love for him.

She was crazy.

Becky groaned, and stood up. She needed to forget everything that happened, and just move on with her life.

Start over, forget about the Winchester brothers. That's what she needed to do.

Moving towards her computer, she opened up her site, and read so many messages after her post, some hate, some congratulations, and some…

She shuddered as she read them.

She shook her head, and opened up the page she needed to get to.

"Take down website?" She asked, as the question popped up. Moving her mouse over to the yes symbol, she inhaled deep breathe. "Yes," She whispered, smiling, faintly as the first step was accomplished.

Leaning back in her chair, she smiled, wider. A weight lifted off her shoulders, and she nodded. Moving her eyes down to her ring on her finger, she gently slid it off.

Sighing, she stood up, and opened up her jewelry box, and placed it inside for safe keeping.

Turning away from the box, she nodded.

This was the beginning of a rough road, but she was going to make it.

~XXX~

Sam moved his eyes to the ring on his finger, or where the ring used to be, and rubbed the space over his finger.

"Are we going to have to wipe your memory?" Dean remarked, looking towards Sam.

Sam shook his head, and sighed. "We hurt her, Dean." He whispered, shaking his head.

Dean shrugged his shoulders. "She played us, Sam." He remarked, firmly.

Sam sighed, and shook his head. "She gave the annulment, and she didn't take the whole deal, Dean." He defended, glancing at his brother.

Dean rolled his eyes, and shook his head. "Look, it's done; let's just forget it, Sam, okay?" He asked, with a strong tone in his voice.

Sam closed his eyes, and let out a long breath. He wished he could. He wished he could forget the look of pain and loneliness on her face when he walked away. He wished he could forget how it was when he was with her. How he didn't have to pretend, just be himself, although, granted he wasn't exactly himself.

She had tricked him, and played him, but when it came down to it, he couldn't fault her.

It was love, in a way.

Placing his head on the headrest, he closed his eyes, trying to get the image of her hurt filled face out of his mind.

"Let me go!"

"Sam!"

He inhaled sharply as he sat up, and looked around.

"Are you alright?" Dean asked, glancing at his brother, worriedly.

"We have to go back." He stated, feeling as if his soul was being ripped. "Becky's in trouble." He added, shaking his head.

Dean scoffed, and shook his head. "When is she never in trouble, Sam? The girl attracts it, but that's not our problem." He stated, keeping his eyes on the road.

Sam shook his head, and glanced behind him. "Dean, something is off. Please," He whispered, looking at his older brother.

Dean groaned, and shook his head. "I'm going to regret this. I know it." He remarked, shaking his head.

~XXX~

Becky sighed as she tossed the last bit of papers in the trash, and rubbed her hands together. "That should do it." She stated, placing her hands on her hips, and turned from the trash bin, and headed towards her bedroom.

The doorbell rang, and she turned back, her face frowning, as the doorbell rang once again. "Who could that be?" She asked, moving towards the door. "Who is it?" She called from the other side.

"Package,"

She sighed, and shook her head. "I didn't order any package." She returned, stepping back.

"It has your name on it, ma'am. I just deliver them."

She shook her head, and slowly opened the door, and glanced at the person on the other side, without opening the door all the way. "Who's it from?" She asked, looking at the man up and down.

The man smiled, and shrugged. "I'm not sure, but it looks important." He remarked, his voice, turning cold.

She opened the door wider, and reached for the package. Just as her fingers touched the man's skin, her fingers burned and she jumped back, as if she touched scalding hot water. Lifting her eyes to his, she gasped as his eyes flashed pitch black, and smiled, with a sneer. "No," She whispered, jumping back, and attempted to slam the door shut.

The man pushed the door towards her, as she tried to keep him at bay, and shook her head. "Please, no," She whispered, pushing as hard as she could.

Reaching for her phone in her back pocket, she dialed a number that she hoped he hadn't changed yet.

As the phone rang, she held back tears, as she tried to keep the door closed, even though the man was breaking through the defenses, easily.

"Sam, please come, something is trying to break in…" She let out a scream as the door opened, and she fell to the ground.

The last sound on her end was the dark chuckle of a menacing tone, and the cries of one Becky Rosen-Winchester.

Please be kind!

If you haven't already guessed I'm a Becky/Sam fan, mainly because, when she isn't being crazy, I think she would be good for him. I, personally think she has potential, so that is how I will write her.

She won't be crazy in this, not completely, anyway. So, I will say, she will be OC in a way.

Again, I'm new to writing in this fandom, so bare with me! :)

I'll update, depending on how this is received! :)

Until Next Time...