"Hey Dean?"

"Yea?"

"Who's Althea Dominic?"

"Who?"

It was late afternoon and yet Dean was still lying on his bed, holding his head in his hands due to the hangover from the night before indulgence, when he heard the name from Sam his body tensed. How could Sam possibly know that name?

"Althea Dominic?" he said again.

"Why do you ask?" Dean asked suspiciously.

"There's a letter here."

"Letter?"

"Yea, I got from the office box Dad set up a couple of years ago. The letter is addressed to you, it looks like it's from a lawyer but the address is obviously residential."

"Give me the letter."

Dean sat up straight in bed, the headache forgotten in the mist of anticipation and fear, his mind raced with reasons for Althea to be sending him a letter, she had to have known that it would be months before he would read it.

"What's wrong?"

"Just give me the damn letter."

Sam handed Dean the letter, his look of confusion was missed by Dean as he impatiently ripped open the letter and peered at the contents, his heart seemed to have stopped in his chest.

"What is it?"

"We have to go."

"Where?"

"New Hampshire."

Dean wouldn't let him say anything more as he walked to the bathroom, taking the letter with him, he couldn't believe that she had the guts to do this to him. The hot spray from the shower poured over him, easing the headache but not blocking the memories of Althea, by most standards she was pretty plain, but to him she was beautiful, long brown hair with blonde highlights, large moss green eyes and a wide smile. He remember the smell of cookies and cake batter that clung to everything she wore, the way she never wore make up or dressed professionally for work, casual, always casual. To tell the truth, sometimes he missed her, especially when he was eating, she always made the best sandwiches and roasted chicken, he missed her when he slept alone or when he saw a brunette.

It had been two years ago when he had met Althea, after a serious injury that kept him confined to a bed for nearly a month, it was the first time his father had really left him alone. She had found him in an abandoned field a mile away from her house and brought him to a hospital then back to her house, she had taken care of him because at the time he had really needed it. Dean turned off the shower and got out, done with his introspection of the past, anger fueled his desire to go back, it blocked out the fear of rejection from her. Dean still couldn't believe that she was doing this to him, it wasn't in her nature, which means that something is going on and he would find out what it was.

Althea: Two weeks after

Three months and he still hadn't sent the damn papers back, Althea tried to convince herself that he was probably on one of his damn hunts and still wouldn't get it for another month or so but somehow she just couldn't shake the feeling that he was coming her, soon.

"Still not here?" Ben said as she walked in.

"No, damn it."

Althea looked at her fiancée and smiled, he was nothing like Dean, nothing like that no good, lying jerk she called a husband, or didn't call that is, Ben was safe, warm and loving and didn't carry around a shot gun like a holy cross.

"Don't worry about Thea. He'll send them. You said he's probably on that cross country trip he always wanted to go on, maybe he just hasn't gotten the mail yet."

"You're probably right." Althea knew better, she leaned into his arms, kissing his lips lightly. "I shouldn't be worrying so much about it."

"Right, babe."

"I'm goin' to check on the muffins."

Ben rolled his eyes at her and smiled. "You and you're baking."

"You like my baking!" she exclaimed.

"Not when you've already made two batches of chocolate chip cookie, a cake and a batch of muffins."

"I want our dinner tonight to be perfect."

"When are you actually gonna make the dinner?"

"After the muffins."

"Swear?"

"Swear."

Ben smiled again and took her lips in a lingering kiss. "I love you, babe."

"I love you too." She wasn't sure if she meant it just yet though.

"Go finish your muffins." He patted her butt as she walked away.

Dean: The Fateful Night

They had been staying in this hotel for 3 days and had yet to go see her, mostly because Dean wasn't ready to see her, especially if the rumors were right. Affianced and already forgetting about him.

"Dean, what are we doing in New Hampshire?" Sam asked for the 12th time since they arrived, his voice held a string of frustration.

"I'll tell you…."

"Later, I know, but when is 'later' gonna come up, Dean? I mean, Dude, we've been here 3 days and nothing has happened, no demons, no ghosts, no nothing. What the hell are we doing here?"

"You really want to know?"

"Yes."

"Read this." Dean passed him the letters that he had put in his pocket.

Sam opened the letter and looked at it, his brows slid down into a frown.

"You're married?"

TO BE CONTINUED

A/N: This is an idea I've been playing with for a little while, If I don't get any reviews I'm going to delete it so if you want to see more of it, please, please, please, send some reviews.

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