OK. The whole setting in this is a year after the show first started, the boys never found John. Or he never found them and told them about the colt. They did however go after the vampires and got the crap kicked out of them, though they did manage to kill almost all of them, except for ones that ran away. So beat all to hell, no dad and really tired they went to Bobby for a bit of help and patching up. When there they say how help would at the moment be immense and Bobby being the kick ass old fart he is pulls out a bit of paper, with only the name of a town and state on it. All he says is that help can be found there. So once they can actually walk straight and aren't in a lot of pain they head out to ask some hunter they don't know for help, only cause they really need it and this last hunt has made them realize this. But what hunter would Bobby really think would help them only cause they asked?? Read and find out.

AN. Warnings. Violence, launguage, and that's all I can think about for now.

Please read this, though this may be my first supernatural fanfic I think it is kick ass, or at least has the potential. If you read and hate, tell me. If you read and like please tell me. Either way a review is a nice thing.

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As I stood there and watched everything, the church bells and the white dresses, I thought to myself that this could all be mine. That one day soon it would be me walking down the aisle toward the one person who I absolutely loved. That it would be me saying I do, me who would be about to be passionately kissed under the glorious sun, surrounded be every person who mattered to me. That on a day not too far away my friend and I would switch places and I would be the one about to forever be bound to the one person who cared for me the most in the entire world.

While me friend Lucy started to march up the aisle (my mind having jumped ahead a bit) I looked at the man who was so important to me. In that instant he also looked at me and I had to smile at that. He always seemed to be thinking along the same ways that I did. I smiled at him and at the little hopeful day dream that still played in the back of my mind. Today was simply perfect and there was no power that I could imagine that could ever break the serenity that surrounded me.

Then I heard it. A sound that I had not heard since I was seventeen, other than in my nightmares. The sound of a motor to a 67' Chevy Impala.

The idea of an outside wedding had seemed brilliant until that moment. The engine gave away the exact place of the car and that told me where to look. I stiffened as the site of the black old beauty came up the drive and then parked. Many people had also stared at the car, annoyed that someone that none of them knew was disturbing this event. The engine cut quickly enough for everyone in the audience, but it had been too soon, way too soon for me. Because within a second of the engine cutting two people who I hoped I would never see stepped out and turned this wondrous day dream into a macabre nightmare.

As the engine cut the tall, a brown headed man only looked around stunned. "Are you sure this is where that guy said?"

"Positive. Said the entire town would be here and anyone we were looking for." With those words the dark blond haired man stepped out of the car and quietly shut the door behind him. The tall one knew that this was a very bad idea but still opened his door and got out as well.

They stood there stunned because they had landed themselves right in the middle of a wedding and it looked like the old man had been right. Almost what looked like an entire town had shown up.

The two stepped out of the car dressed in jeans and t-shirts. They were as could be told not dressed for a wedding and by the look on their faces I could also tell they had not expected to be at one. They looked dumbstruck. Something they usually did. In a second I noticed they were searching for someone and my heart stopped when they're gaze stopped on me. For the entire two seconds we stared at one another my heart stood still.

It was only good luck the Lucy finally made it to the alter and was now handing me her bouquet. It had taken her a second to draw my full attention and with that me hearts rebirth. Once I was all there I took her bundle of flowers, now seeming tainted to me, and turned toward the priest. Lucy though saw that something was wrong and leaned toward me to ask

"Hey girl, you alright?" Although this was the day of her life, the perfect wedding I knew she'd been dreaming of since she knew what a wedding was, she was asking about me and how I was feeling. Total guilt took over me, replacing for a second my atrocious fear.

"Of course, of course. I'm fine." They were the only things I could choke out and I hoped I was able to clear the look of horror off my face. I knew I hadn't fooled her but she also knew she wouldn't get anywhere else now, not when other people where here to listen too. So she gave me a cooing look and turned toward the waiting priest. I knew later she would ask about it and I was plagued with the thought that she would most likely be worrying about me all day, all her wedding day. So I put on my best I'm just so happy! look and faced the priest.

In the last second though I saw Eric, my Eric and knew he too was worried about me not by the a look he gave me but by the glare he gave the two new arrivals. He looked like he wanted to murder them and my heart broke. I had seen that look so many times in my life, on so many things, and never in a million life times would I ever have wanted Eric to wear that look, not for me.

And in the last millisecond I saw Dean and Sam Winchester laughing quietly. Of cause today, of all the days for them to find me, I was wearing a dress. A peach colored, foofy, bridesmaid dress.

Never in a million years am I ever going to go through another wedding.

A few hours later...........................................................................................................................................................................................................

The reception after the wedding was going off with out a hitch. Lucy and her Kevin were in complete bliss. Everyone was smiling and laughing and dancing and having the time of their life. For me on the other hand I could be in Hell roasting on a spit and be none the happier, so long as I wasn't here.

Lucy by the wonders of God himself had seemed to have forgotten my near heartattack and I was so happy for it. Today was her day and she was enjoying it, looking beautiful. She was having the perfect wedding she had hoped for and my heart did feel joy for her. That was the only feeling I felt other than fear, hatred, sickness and just plain despair.

A few people had remembered the two strangers who had sat down in the back and stayed the entire time. They disappeared before anyone could say anything to them after the ceremony however. Every person in the room was either talking about the bride and groom, the price of everything or the two strangers. Most were about the strangers, talking about where they thought they were from, why they were there, how cute they were. The first only I knew, the last made me gag and only the second really had me wondering for I had asked myself that question a thousand times ever second since I'd seen them.

After a while I found myself dancing with my Eric and for a short time I almost forgot my worries. Of course, he had seen my reaction to the Winchesters and he had not forgotten. My head had been lying close to his chest when he asked his annoying question.

"Hey Kit? Earlier today, when those two showed up?"

"Yeah." Damn! I loved this man in my arms but why did he have to notice almost everything? Out of all the things for us to be talking about. A song only lasted so long and then he would have to go. I really hated it but I was still afraid to tell people about us. I loved him so much and he never questioned why I asked for it to be this way. That was another reason I cared so much about him. He simple accepted me and the things I did without any questions, most of the time anyway. Right now though wasn't one of them.

"I don't know who they are Kit and I really don't care-" He was the only one in the room. "but I know you well enough, I hope, to know when something is wrong. When you saw them I thought you were going to fall over and well, die."

"I promise Eric, I wasn't going to die." I added a little bit of a laugh in there to try to lighten things. For him anyway. "I guess you could say I was shocked. I'm really fine, I promise." That word again. Promise. How is it that something I grew up knowing never to say kept coming from my lips now.

"I'm just worried. If you say not to be I won't-"

"I say." The song stopped and we both took a step away from each other. I knew what he was going to say next.

"But I still want to."

There it went. My heart was filled with such a joy I could have just kissed him so passionately right there. He seemed to have yet again known what was on my mind and took a step toward me. If I had been given another second I would have been lost in those lips, uncaring about people knowing about the two of us and never have known about the murmur around us. A second was all that would have been needed.

Yet I didn't have it and I did notice. I looked up and around to see what was going on and Eric, I could tell, had also. When my eyes found it I could have cried or screamed or anything. Anything would have helped me deal with what I was seeing but instead I just kept quiet while the scream I wish to howl only built inside.

Not everyone in the room, but most, were staring at the door which now had two new faces standing under it. The new strangers had reappeared and now looked the part of wedding guests. Only everyone in the room knew them as otherwise and they could have been in there boxers for all that it helped. They seemed to notice this too and I could tell, all the way across form the room that they wished they had stayed in their jeans. At least then they would be comfortable in a room full of people who knew you weren't supposed to be there.

I could have laughed as they squirmed under an entire town's gaze. But my voice held and that gave me a few more seconds of time to think. Time to make a plan to escape before they realized where I was and could stop me.

"Seriously Dean, crashing the wedding earlier was bad enough but now you want to crash the reception?"

"Why not? It's not like we have never done this before Sam." Dean fiddled with his suit which they had been very luck to have found, let alone almost wrinkle free along with Sam's. They mostly had used them to impersonate federal officers or lawyers or some other nice people. It was actually a first for crashing a wedding and Dean knew it, he just wasn't about to give Sam a way to back out.

"Because, we don't even know if she is going to listen to us." Dean had kept walking the entire time they had been talking and now they were right outside the door to the party and Sam had to grab Dean to keep him from opening the door. "And out of everyone there is, I know she is the last one you would ever have to do this. I know how you feel about her-"

"I doubt that. Besides, it's us. She has to listen."

"That's just my point. That is the exact reason she might not."

"No better way to find out." And before Sam could say another word the door was open and they had taken a step into the place. If the whole town hadn't been there before, it was now and after a few seconds, almost every pair of eyes were on them, followed by a very odd murmur.

"Still think this is a good idea?" Sam leaned down to say. Both he and Dean felt like they were children, being looked down on by a scolding adult.

"Uh, I'll get back to you on that." He threw one of his winning grins to the crowd around him. He knew he had only a few seconds to find her before someone got up the nerve to throw them out. It had only taken a moment to see through all the crowd to the back of the room. She was there and actually had been easy to find. Still being in that dress it would have been impossible to not have.

I had a plan and it would have been perfect but they too were good at what they did and found me in the crowd before I could make any action. They again held their gaze with me and now there was no laughter in their eyes. They were here for business, something they thought had to deal with me.

Well, it didn't. Fury erupted in me and unlike before I couldn't hide it this time. I wouldn't. I stormed over to the nearest door and was outside before anyone could really realize, though it wasn't like anyone was really paying any attention to me. All eyes had been for Dean and Sam.

I knew that the two of them had seen my escape and would be following as fast as they could without making everyone inside suspicious.

While I had stormed out the door I hadn't gone far. On the contrary, that was as far as I had gotten. I stepped to the side and leaned against the wall that was besides the door. I knew I wouldn't have to wait long and after a few seconds the two came out the door, too fast to notice me in my special place. If I had been something evil I would have had the perfect opportunity to kill them with their backs turned to me. The idea did have a bit of appeal but I probably wouldn't get far. Not in this dress. I was however disappointed, they had been slacking off and now was a perfect example. I'd have to point that out to them.

"Sloppy guys." They turned around and I closed the door. From the angle I was at, no one inside saw me. "If I was a big bad you two would be dead, or worse." I added. Of course there were many, many things worse.

Sam was as tall as ever and his face softened as he saw me. For four and a half year the only part of my old life I had missed was Sam. He had been the only person in the world I could ever talk to. Even my closest friend in my new life, Lucy, would never know any of my true thoughts. They would scare her too much.

Dean, however, only glared at me as usual. He had always had problems with me. Never once had I listened to John Winchester's order with an obedience that he had. To him that was like I killed the same people they tried to help. To him I suppose I was like one of the monsters they hunted.

For a second we all only looked at each other. They didn't talk probably for the same reason I didn't. I was waiting to see if anyone would follow them, would come to look what they were up to. When no one walked through the door after a minute or so I finally really looked at them. For a year I had been living without having to watch doors and thinking of ways to take someone down. With the arrival of the two men in front of me also came everything else. I hated them for that.

When neither of them spoke I figure I was going to have to. "So, what do you want?" Straight, simple, almost impossible to deflect.

Sam was going to try. "Hey, it's been awhile. Um, I see life is good-"

"Oh cut the crap Sam." Dean stopped him dead. Sam looked like he was trying to tell Dean to cool it but when has Dean ever not been as blunt as using an ice pick for a lobotomy. Dean only looked at me and finally managed to choke out the words. "We need your help. Dad's gone missing and-"

"So John's missing. Not my problem. Probably drunk in a bar, passed out after a hunt. He'll show up." Neither of them said anything for a second. They both seemed stunned at my using John's first name. But what else could I call him? He now had no part in my life and to use his name would be like how I treated any other stranger.

Dean, after a second of shock from my using his name like I did and then calling him a drunk, finally found words again. Bravo.

"Hey! You had better watch your damn mouth! If it hadn't been for him-" He had started to walk forward toward me during his speech and Sam knew better to let him get within arms length of me. If he did there would be a fight and Sam knew that wouldn't help to win me over.

"Dean, calm down! Dean!" Dean looked up at Sam and then after a moment turned and walked away. I swear I heard him mutter something about sasquash and then bitch. Since I was only five six and a half I knew which one I had been. Sam turned to me after a few moments of knowing Dean wasn't going to do anything. "Listen, we need, I mean we desperately need your help. We have been looking for almost a year and have come up with nothing. We wouldn't be here unless we didn't have to be. We can't keep doing this alone."

Now that I really looked, I could tell that they both had been through what looked like a wood chopper. Dean as he passed was limping a bit and Sam was holding his arm a little odd. Had probable dislocated his shoulder a few day ago, maybe. Then there were the obvious scratches and bruises. They weren't really obvious unless you knew what you were looking at. The faint discoloration around the neck from almost being strangled. The pealing skin on the wrists from where there had at one point been restraints. They really were in need of help. Especially if they'd been at it for an entire year. Something must have really happened to the old man. Only, I wasn't one to care about him and I wasn't the one who was going to help them.

"Well that's not my problem. And why ask me? Out of all the hunters you know, why me? And how in the hell did you even know where I was?" These were vital questions. I needed them answered but neither of them seemed willing to talk. I would wait them out if I had to.

After looking at each other about a hundred times Sam finally half turned to me and muttered, almost to the point of nonsense. "Didn't really know ourselves. We were kinda told only were to find help."

What… they were told. By someone. Where to find help. "Who?"

I was shocked that my voice had kept calm, even though that scream from earlier had been found again and was only building. Last time I had seen them my temper had been almost as unstable as that of a pissed off snake. Control really had been nonexistent. Them seeing me not explode, they either knew I'd grown a bit of patience or they didn't have a clue as to how close I was to exploding.

They seemed shocked and were taking it as a good sign. Ok, they were idiots. Dean stated from the space he had been pacing in, almost ten feet away. "It was Bobby. He was patching us up and got to saying-"

"Bobby!!" I exploded. If he knew were I was then John did too. There was no way Bobby wouldn't tell him. That was way, way too many people. Too many people I never wanted to know I was even alive. "Look! I don't care! You see I don't play around with any of that anymore. If you haven't seen, right now everything is good. I actually have a life where salt circle and bullets and not having a life aren't a part of. So sorry but I can't and I won't give it up. Not for him, not for you, not for any of it!!"

Dean stopped pacing like the mad man I knew he was and then stormed up and was right in my face. Sam tried to pull him away, but I signaled for him to stop. If a fight was what Dean really wanted then this dress was going to die a tragic death at the expense of my giving Dean at least a good black eye.

Dean however only leaned in as much as possible and almost whispered in my face. "You are so damn selfish. You know what is out there and can help and yet you are here, having a happy life. Instead of doing anything your just going to stay here, pretend to be ignorant?"

"Yeah Dean, cause last time I hunted with you guys, I was told to go to hell and never come back. Now I'm happy and safe. So yeah, that is exactly what I'm planning on doing and for a very long time." The two of us only glared at each other and if the door hadn't opened at that moment one of us would probably slugged the other.

Lucy, Kevin and Eric came bustin' through the door and never in my life had I wanted an excuse to walk away from a fight like how I did now. I could fight forever with Dean and never feel especially guilty but Sam, who loved Dean and at least didn't hate me, would get upset. In the back of my mind I also thought of how Lucy would feel if I ruined her wedding, even though she would never say it like that. And Eric would probably try to kill Dean for hurting me and then be killed himself.

Those were the reason I told myself I was walking away for, but really I didn't want to fight Dean. I did hate him now, almost as much as I hated John, but once I had looked up to him and worshipped him.

I turned my back on the two of them, telling them my choice was the people who I was walking to, not the ones I was walking away from. Once I was surrounded by my friends I turned to Sam and Dean with the biggest smile I could manage, something I knew would fool my new family but not my old. I turned to Dean and Sam with this mask and said. "It was great to see you guys again. I'm sorry to hear about your dad and I wish you the best of luck. I hope you have a safe drive back." Turning back to Lucy I realized she was supposed to be gone by now. "Lucy! Why are you still here? Your supposed to be-"

"I had to find you to make sure you were alright. I now see I was over-reacting. Come on inside, I waited to throw the bouquet 'till you got back. Come on!!" With Lucy dragging me inside I took one last look at Dean and Sam, and inside I broke a little. I had become an actual monster. To turn your back on you brothers made me deserving of the title at long last.

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