Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. I do not own Supernatural or its characters. I only own Aeron (pronounced Erin). I am doing this purely for entertainment purposes. Enjoy!

The winter here's cold and bitter

It's chilled us to the bone

I haven't seen the sun in weeks

Too long, too far from home

I feel just like I'm sinking

And I claw for solid ground

I'm pulled down by the undertow

Never thought I could feel so low

Oh darkness, I feel like letting go

Sarah McLachlan - Full of Grace

It was raining in a way she figured people would describe as raining cats and dogs. She had never quite understood the meaning behind that saying. Why people couldn't just say it was pouring was beyond her understanding. She stood beside the window, her eyes following the trail a raindrop left on the glass before it too disappeared from her line of vision. She looked back up, out into the vast darkness surrounding her, her eyes searching for a speck of light. She was looking for something…anything that would alert her to his presence, something that would ease the pain and fear in her heart that he wasn't coming back.

Her hand reached up and with the tip of her finger, she traced the line of another drop of rain, her nail lightly scraping against the glass, creating an eerie sound that pierced through the silence of the room. A clap of thunder shook the cabin she was in, and with a weak flicker, the lights struggled to stay on before finally blinking out. She let out a sigh as she reached into her pocket and pulled out a lighter. Using the light of the flame, she walked over to a nearby table and lit the candle sitting on it. The meager light barely lit the small room she was in and she found herself reaching for her weapon to make sure it was safely tucked in the waistband of her jeans. At this point in her life, it was her safety net, the one thing she could rely on to protect herself.

She carried the candle back over to the window and setting it on the ledge, she sat in a rickety chair the previous owner had left behind. She would keep her vigil; she would keep her look out. She had promised him that she would be there when he needed her and although she knew she had left a hunt unfinished, which left countless lives in danger, she couldn't tell him that she didn't have the time to meet him. She only hoped that he would make it through alive, in one piece, if not in mind, in body.

She knew he was broken, in many ways. She knew his soul was shattered and he wasn't sure he could continue with the life he led. She knew he understood what was before him and what he would ultimately have to do. She knew that he felt responsible for every bad thing that was happening in the world and that the knowledge had left him feeling like a fractured human, unworthy and unnecessary to anyone. What he failed to acknowledge was that the world was depending on him…she was depending on him.

She loved him, although she had never told him as much. They had been a release for one another on more than one occasion and were both there for the other when an itch needed to be scratched, and yet she wanted nothing more than to wrap him in her arms, protect him, take away his pain and let him know that he was loved, completely and unequivocally. She would die for him…she would sacrifice for him…she would do anything he asked of her without a question or another thought. On some level that frightened her, yet whenever he was around that didn't matter.

She hadn't seen him since he had returned, her only access to him through quick phone calls, infrequent text messages, and voice mails that were more silence than talk. It was because of that she was as shocked as she was that he wanted to see her. She had known that something was wrong the moment she answered the phone. His voice had contained so much pain, sorrow, and a hint that he was close to breaking down and giving up. She had never heard him sound so utterly dejected and she wasn't sure what to expect when she saw him. Add on the fact that he had been to hell and back since their last meeting…she was nervous and unsure of what to expect.

A low rumbling broke through her thoughts and as she sat up in the chair, her eyes darted to look out the window. In the distance, she could see two small lights moving towards her, which she knew were the headlights on the Impala. She stood and made her way towards the door, her steps light and slightly hesitant. She took a deep breath and leaned her head against the wood of the door, her eyes closed and a hand on the doorknob. Saying a quiet prayer, something that was becoming more frequent, she opened her eyes and pulled the door open. Her sights fell on the Impala as it pulled up next to the rundown cabin and she watched, holding her breath, as the driver's side door opened.

Neither of them moved, and she realized she was barely breathing, as she looked him over, head to toe. The rain continued to pour down, drenching them both and with unsure steps she slowly began to walk towards him, her eyes never leaving his. It seemed like forever before she reached him, her tears merging with the rain as they ran down her face. She came within a foot of him and stopped, her eyes searching his for some kind of acknowledgement, something that told her he needed her, that he was happy to see her. Instead, she found pain, uncertainty, anger, and above all sorrow. His hand reached up tentatively and he lightly brushed his fingers against her cheek as if he feared that she wasn't real, that she would somehow disappear if he touched her. She leaned into his touch, her eyes closing as his hand moved to cup her cheek completely. Her heart soared at his touch and with a sigh; she felt all of her fear and tension wash out of her body.

She opened her eyes and looked up into his, amazed by his beauty. She was relieved that he looked no different. Hardened maybe, but relatively unchanged. Somehow, she had feared he wouldn't be the same, that hell would have disfigured him in some way. Silly, she knew, as only his soul had been in hell, yet it had been flittering through her mind ever since she had learned of his resurrection. Her eyes fell to his lips as he leaned in towards her, moving back to meet his eyes before his lips touched hers.

With a soft moan, she closed her eyes and leaned into the kiss, her arms winding around his neck, latching his body to hers. He attempted to pull her closer to his body, his hands in her hair, and he clutched onto her as if she was his only lifeline. She could taste the salt from her tears, or perhaps they were his, as their tongues moved against one another, and it was if the rest of the world had disappeared. They weren't standing in the middle of nowhere, in a field that had long ago turned to mud from the water. There wasn't the constant threat of a demon attack, of another seal being broken. No, instead, they were somewhere peaceful, where nothing could harm them and the reality of life didn't exist. Yet deep down she knew and acknowledged that the moment he pulled away from her everything would come crashing back down on them. Nevertheless, for this one moment, this one fleeting moment, she would let her mind dream and she would forget what was going on around them. He pulled away slowly and she felt the staggering loss of warmth. Wanting to cry out from the loss, she slowly opened her eyes.

"I missed you," he said softly, pushing a piece of wet hair off her forehead. She closed her eyes against the pain as she tried to come up with some answer to that admission. Nothing she said would be able to express what she had felt while he had been gone.

"I…" she trailed off and unable to stop herself, she pulled him back into another kiss, hoping that somehow he would understand what she was trying to say. She pulled away, her eyes still closed, and leaning her forehead against his shoulder she whispered, "I missed you more than I could ever begin to explain to you."

"Aeron…" his voice faded away, breaking slightly. She pulled away from him and nodded slowly.

"Dean," she whispered. "Come inside," her hands ran down his arms before she grasped his hands. "We'll dry off, warm up, and talk."

She led him into the cabin, knowing that she had to be patient and allow him to open up on his own. He would tell her eventually what he needed her to do, how she could help him and all that he really needed to understand was that she would do anything for Dean Winchester. She would kill for Dean Winchester. She would steal for Dean Winchester. Above all, she would die for Dean Winchester.

A/N: Well, this is my first Supernatural story. For some reason it popped into my head and refused to go away so I thought I would write it down and put it out here. Please let me know what you think and let me know if you think I should continue or if this was a complete mistake and I should go far, far away. LOL. The title of the story is in reference to Fray's "You Found Me" which I think fits Dean in a way.

Alrighty, please read and review. I would greatly appreciate it! Thank you!