Hey yall I'm here with a new story and this is the first chapter. I hope you guys like it and I hope I get some feed back other wise I can't continue. Ok so here goes the first chapter of "My Only One"

'1st Meeting'

The first time I met Dean Winchester was the last time I saw him. About six years ago when I was a Senior at St. Augustine for Girls and to be completely honest I never thought I would see him again. It was twelfth period, Ms.P's art class to be exact and I had been hearing rumors all day about these two really good looking guys walking around school with the tech director Ms. Shroud. Of course going to an all girls school for three years I learned not to listen to rumors to much. Anyway so the bell rings and we all head out. The halls were crazy as usual and I was fighting off freshman to get to my locker. Lacy and Ronnie were waiting for me as usual, Lacy with her keys in hand and Ronnie who looked like she was gonna' burst at the seems with some good gossip.

"I already heard about the guys Ronnie." I stated simply whipping my locker open without even turning the lock. "What I… no …that's not what I was gonna' say…dude whatever." She stuttered. Lacy gave me a glance and rolled her eyes then out came a typical smart ass comment, "Veronica Dubarer, with the guy gossip of the day." We all shared a laugh and then I realized I desperately needed to clean out my locker.

"Hey guys you can take off. I got to do some spring cleaning; Mr. O'Brian is going to kill me if I am late for his class tomorrow." I said leaning down to sit on the floor to begin the oh-so difficult process of cleaning out the dungeon that was my locker.

"Ok Chy we'll catch ya' tomorrow then?" Ronnie asked pulling out the keys to her car.

"Yea definitely. Gimme' a call tonight maybe we can meet at Micky's or some thing." I said head deep in my locker.

"Okay bye." Lacy said. "See ya' later." Ronnie followed and they were both out the door.

So there I was left to clean out my locker in the now empty hall by myself. I noticed a book I needed to take home under a pile of God knows what and figured I would get it out of the way first. As I went for it I heard Ms. Shroud's booming voice down the hall.

"Miss Bishop what is your reasoning for sitting in the middle of the hall way?" She shouted. I turned quickly and caught sight of an amazing looking boy and I could not tear my eyes from his.

"WELL?!" She screamed obviously angry I wasn't answering her. Unfortunately she managed to get my attention and I pulled the book out sending all of the 'God-knows-what' on top of me.

"Ah shit." That was all that came out of my mouth. It took me not two seconds to realize that wasn't a good idea. I mean that thought sunk in as soon as Ms. Shroud grabbed my ear and pulled me up and of course with she got me right where I had just had my cartilage pierced. This of course only gave her more to yell at me about.

"What did you just say?? And what is this….metal thing in your ear?" She was practically screaming in my ear. All I could do was stand there with my mouth open in pain. She finally let go and I said I was sorry and began to pick up my books. She told me that was a better attitude and started to walk away unfortunately for her my leg was there and she went down like sac of bricks. I couldn't help myself and I bust out laughing. I looked at the boy and he was to until the older man hit him in the back of the head.

"What dad? She deserved it for yelling at that girl like that." He whispered. I smiled at him to let him know I heard him. He couldn't have been any older than I was. He must have been helping his father at work for the day. Finally when Ms. Shroud stood up I told her I was so sorry and that had I known she was so klutzy I would have waited until she passed and stayed standing. Finally something went my way, she simply scoffed and continued down the hall both out of place males in tow.

As they left I continued cleaning out my locker until I was rudely interrupted once again. I twisted around to reach for my bag and suddenly my locker slammed. I swung around and saw him standing there. Kevin Lewis the ass whole I had broken up with not only two days before after he had punched the wall right next to me. I wasn't stupid, I had seen my father abuse my mother for years before he started hitting me and his best friend Joe Bishop, a Chicago cop, took care of it. Not much later he married my mother and we took his last name. Joe had taught me everything he knew, the signs of abuse, how to protect myself and how to handle a gun. I was well prepared and I knew if I didn't break it off, the wall wouldn't be the only thing he would be hitting. Of course, I should have known that wouldn't be the end of it.

"What do you want Kevin?" I asked without even looking at him.

"To talk that's all. I want to know what I did." He had a false look of innocence on his face.

"How bout' you almost hit me Kevin!" I stood as I screamed this in his face.

"But I didn't and I would never and you should know that." He said looking slightly hurt, but that would not stop my wrath.

"I'm not an idiot Kevin I know your type, and you know I know. The whole town knows! You may be a fuckin' jerk face, but ya aren't stupid. What made ya think ya could get by with this?" There was no stopping now I was pissed and I could tell he knew. My accent was coming out and he knew that only happened when I got really hyped about something, good, bad, or otherwise. This was a bad move on my part I was vulnerable now and I could see it in his eyes, I knew what was coming. I mentally prepared my self and it came without hesitation. A slap right across the face and he began to scream again.

"You shut your mouth bitch! I love you and you know it, and I know you feel the same! You are right I am not stupid that is why I will never let the woman I take care of talk to me like that! You need to learn when to cut the switch on you hick temper, go back to North Carolina you skank!" When he finished I turned picked up my back pack and grabbed my keys.

"One, you have never taken care of me, and two, if you loved me you would have never hit me or talked to me like that. Have a nice life." I turned and headed toward the stairs that led into the gym. Suddenly I felt his nails dig into my arm, and I adjusted my keys so that the house key was between my index and middle finger, the car key was in between my middle and my ring, and the garage key was between my ring and my pinky. I turned fast and slashed him across the face. He stepped back and his hands instinctively went to his face. He pulled his hand away and revealed blood and I took off, I knew he would follow but I tried anyway.

I ran down the hall, just as I passed the room the men and Ms. Shroud had gone into I screamed at Kevin to leave me alone and prayed they would hear. Of course they didn't I got to the end of the hall and had no where to go, in my hurry I had run the opposite direction of the stairs. I can't believe I was so stupid. Before I could get an escape plan in my head it was to late. He slid up behind me and pushed me with all his strength into the marble window sill at the end of the hall where I was standing. Everything went black.

I woke up what felt like centuries, but was only a few seconds, later. I felt something wet on my face and realized it must have been blood, I must have really done a number on my head by hitting the corner of the marble. As everything started coming into focus I realized I heard yelling. I looked around to see where it was coming from and found the good looking boy standing over Kevin about ten feet from me beating the ever-living crap out of him. I smiled at the scene as I recalled how much it reminded me of the sight of my father getting punched repeatedly by Joe the night we moved to Chicago when I was 10. I did not move though, I simply sat and listened.

"How do you like it?? How do you like getting the shit kicked out of you by someone twice your size!?" The good-looking boy shouted in between punches. I had never noticed but he was right he had to be at lest double Kevin's weight and height.

"You could have killed her! She isn't moving ass whole!! She might be dead!!! Do you see what you did?!" I figured I should probably speak up so I did.

"I am fine, a little dizzy, but fine." I said attempting to stand the boy dropped Kevin to the ground and ran to me.

"Don't try and move! You could have a concussion! Let me finish with this ass whole and I will help you." He said and I laughed a little.

"Really I am fine it's a little scrape I can handle it, and just leave him there I think he gets the message." I replied, and at that Kevin looked up and yelled, "I am not done with you bitch!"

"You really want me to just leave him there?" The boy looked at me and asked. He was very gentlemanly. I had always wanted someone who treated me with respect. He offered me a hand and I finally stood.

"Thank you. I really owe you one." I said brushing off my school skirt and picking up my bag getting somewhat dizzy in the process. He put a hand on my shoulder to steady me. "It's nothing I have a respect women thing ya know my mom died when I was young so I really hold women up high in that sense." He stated it so coolly. He seemed interesting, deep even, but I could tell he had a rough façade.

"Well I have to head home. Thank you again." I said and started to walk toward the hall. I noticed that Kevin had passed out. The guy followed me and began talking.

"I am Dean by the way, why don't you let me clean that up for ya?" He said gesturing to my wound.

"You have done so much for me already I wouldn't want to bother you." I replied. Secretly I wanted to tell him yes and take him to the couch in the nurse's office and make out with him but of course I had only just met him so I put my movie-style-prince-charming-saves-the-damsel-scene out of my head.

"Really I want to. Please, I feel terrible." He smiled at me beaming with hope. I couldn't deny that face.

"Sure but there is no reason to feel bad, you saved me and I am fine. Oh and my name is Cheyenne but everyone calls me Chy." I smiled back at him. He led me to his car which I almost passed out when I saw. A 67 Chevy Impala in sleek black, it looked fierce and I am pretty sure Dean in all of his James Dean-ish glory looked pretty damn fierce behind its wheel. When we reached the car he opened the back door and asked me to sit down and then he went around the trunk and came back carrying a small white box. He put it on the hood and opened it. He was finished cleaning my wound in k seconds. I began to stand and Dean finished putting the first aid kit in his trunk, I gathered my things and headed toward my car.

"Hey, Cheyenne don't let him knock you around ok. No one deserves to be treated like that." He said this as he came around the car and placed his hand on my shoulder.

I leaned up and placed a small kiss on his cheek, "Thank you Dean. I owe you one." I turned and jogged off toward my truck a few spaces away.

The whole way home all I could think about was how I was going to explain to my mother and Joe why I had a huge gash in my forehead. Little did I know that I was going to come home to a much more tragic problem. As I pulled up to the house I noticed both Joe and my mothers cars were in the drive way. This was strange because they were never home at the same time, let alone this early. I pulled my pickup into the drive behind my mothers Eclipse and I gathered my things and got out of the car. I reached the front door to find something else very strange, the door was locked. Why would they lock the door if they were home? This question now, of course, has a very simple answer. Something was trying to get in, they thought that locking the door could stop it, but things like locks don't stop things such as these. Then, though, that never occurred to me.

I unlocked the door and began calling for my mother. I got no reply. I called for Joe, still nothing. I looked around the living room and kitchen, nothing. The dining room was also empty. I was starting to get scared now. I ran up to there room calling there names, reaching the room with still no answer. Finally I went to my room and was terrified at the scene I saw, my mother was on the floor dead, alongside the man who I called my father for almost 8 years. Both of there throats were viciously slit and there eyes wide open. I stumbled back and began to scream. I ran as fast as I could toward my back pack and the front door. I grabbed my bag, ran to the garbage can out in front, threw up and then dialed the cops.

My brain was moving at a hundred miles per hour, I do not remember the call I made to the police station, nor do I remember throwing my books out of my bag and grabbing whatever clothes I could find in the laundry room and throwing them in the bag with a picture of my mother, Joe and me on their wedding day and a locket my mother gave me with a small prayer in it and a picture of us that I had forgotten that morning. The only thing I remember was getting in my truck tears streaming down my face and seeing flashing lights and hearing sirens. I remember pulling out of the drive and thinking I saw Dean and his father, but disregarding it and not wanting to think of the happy moment I had only hours ago.

The last thing I remember about that terrible night was driving down the dark section of Main St. past my school and I swear I saw a man at the side of the road who looked an awful lot like my father. Of course the fact that I hated the man and had so much on my mind that I never would have suspected anything kept me on course not stopping once until my tank was on "E" and I finally had to pull over for gas.

It has been 6 years since that night in Chicago. I live on the road following my work. What is my work, you ask? It is my goal to find my parents killer. I have summed it up to a supernatural being, I am not yet sure of what kind but it is the only thing that makes sense. My family took severe caution when we moved. Our names changed, all ties to any friends I had had back in North Carolina had been cut, and only our close family new what happened to us after we left my father. To this day as far as I know he is rotting in a jail somewhere outside of Winston-Salem. No one had the key besides my mother, Joe, and me. It was all impossible and the case has remained open. I plan to close it, at least personally. All I know is I can't do that until I go back to Chicago and even though I am on my way it is gonna' take a while to get there. I can say one thing though and that is good bye shitty Arizona road side hotel and hello open road!