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Chapter 1: Brick By Boring Brick

18 Years Ago

There's a moment in your life when everything seems perfect. That it's going to be okay no matter what. That moment ended and began in the same day. My parents died. Murdered. By a demon. Now you think I'm insane. Go ahead and continue thinking that. Just think this is fictional. You couldn't comprehend everything if you knew it were real, anyways. But that day, I was 6 years old. My heart broke. Shattered. I had nobody left in my world to care about. Then I met Dean Winchester.
"Victoria," The man, John, said."I would like you to meet my sons." He pointed out two boys. One had shaggy brown hair and brown puppy dog eyes. He looked a little smaller then me but not much. But the other one looked slightly older. He had brown-blonde hair and striking green eyes. Even at his young age, he had a slight build. He was actually really cute. "That's my youngest son, Sam," He pointed at the small boy."And my eldest son, Dean." He pointed at the cute boy. The small boy looked away shyly, while the older boy looked at me head to toe before shaking my hand.
"Nice to meet you." He said then turned to John. "Are you leaving again?" Dean asked him. John looked at his son sadly.
"Yes. I need you to not only watch Sam, but Victoria too. Don't let them out of your sight." With that, he took off. Dean handed me a box of rice, which I ate in hunger. "Thank you." I said. It was the first time I talked to any of them. John included. Dean looked up at me and smiled.
"No problem." That day, we became very close friends.

...

16 Years Later

"Dad, I'm going to college!" 20 year old Sam Winchester shouted at his father. "No, Sam, it's too dangerous!" John shouted back at his son. "If you walk out that door, don't bother ever coming back." Dean and I sat in the room in the horrible motel we were stuck in at the moment. Dean and I were being nosy and listening to the fight. John would win. He always did against Sam. Boy, was I wrong. The door slammed and Dean's head shot up. He ran out of the room.
"So, what? Your just gonna let him walk out like that?" Dean shouted at his father. I never heard him yell at his dad.
"Dean Winchester, don't use that voice with me! Your brother is gone, so let him go!" With that, John, in anger, bashed open the door and left. Dean looked okay as he entered the room, but soon broke down in tears on the floor. I got on my knees and pulled him close to me. My heart raced when his arms came around me. My heart raced... Okay, so I had a little crush on him. So what? We sat their and Dean sobbed quietly on my shoulder.
"He's gone, Victoria..." He said between sobs. "He's really gone..."
"I know Dean." I murmured, comforting him. "I know." He looked up at me, tears streaming down his cheeks. "Stay with me?" He asked quietly. I couldn't leave him like that, broken, crying, and shattered. Like I was all those years ago. "Of course." That was the first time I'd seen Dean Winchester cry.

...

Present Time

I felt a nudge in my side. I groaned and pulled the covers over my head. Another nudge. Finally I groaned more and looked up to see a smirking Dean.
"What?" I moaned.
"Morning to you too sunshine." He said sarcastically.
"What do you want?"
"Pie."
"Ugh!"
"Please? I'm really hungry and you know how I feel about my pie." I rolled my eyes. That boy and his pie...
"Okay I'll be ready in a minute." I stood up, got my clothes, and went to the bathroom to get ready. As I walked out, I realized how dark it was outside. "What time is it?" I asked Dean. He looked at me, grinning evilly.
"2." He said. My eyes widened.
"Dean! You ass! You woke me at two in the morning for pie! PIE!"
He grinned wider. "Didn't think you'd mind too much. You gotta admit you'd do anything to make this guy happy." He pointed at himself.
I rolled my eyes and hit him in the chest which, honestly, hurt ME!
"Come on you know it's true!" He yelled after me. I rolled my eyes again. Then I felt myself lifted off the ground.
"DEAN! PUT ME DOWN YOU EVIL...PERSON!" He smiled and threw me in his car, an Impala '67.
"Nice choice of words." He said with an extremely wide grin. "However, I believe even though we're leaving, I still want my pie." He closed the door and hopped in the drivers seat.
"So where are we really going?" I asked him. He looked at me with those striking green eyes of his. They were beautiful. I could sit and stare into them all day if he let me. But I didn't think he felt the same way. I realized something recently: I was in love with Dean Winchester. His voice snapped me out of my daydream. His beautiful, deep, country voice.
"We're going to Stanford. Unless you want to sit here and look at me all night." He said smirking at my face. I shrugged it off and turned looking out the window. Stanford. In other words, Sam. "Victoria?"
"Hm?" I asked him. We weren't moving yet, so he pulled my head so I faced him.
"I'll make a bet with you."
I groaned but nodded looking up at him. "What do you want?"
He grinned evilly. "If Sam doesn't come on the trip, I will let you have my pie. If he does, you have to go on a date with me." I stared at him.
"Why?" He smiled wider.

"Cause I said so." I hit him in the arm.
"May as well hand over the pie, cause there's no way in hell he's coming."

"Sure, but I have the Dean charm, remember?"
I rolled my eyes, and we raced to California.

...

Dean walked out of the house grinning. I groaned, knowing I'd lost. But then, no Sam. Dean hopped into the car. "Why are you so happy when Sams not here?" I asked him.
"He's coming tomorrow. Better get a dress on hold cause you've got a date with yours truly." He grinned at me wide.

"I was really looking forward to pie..." I moaned. He grinned even wider.
"If you agree on a date tonight I'll split with you." He said, winking at me. I rolled my eyes.

"Fine."

"Yes!" Then we drove off with Metallica blasting in our ears.

...

We drove to a motel and settled down in a bedroom. I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and put my hair in a messy bun. As I sat down, I saw Dean in his bed looking at me carefully. "Can't stop staring, can you?" I said, smiling wide. He rolled his eyes.
"Not my fault you wear really short shorts to bed." I rolled my eyes.
"Your just perverted." He smiled.

"Thanks, now get your beauty sleep. Not that you need it."
I smiled when red rushed to his face, realizing what slipped his mouth. "Go to sleep."
"Okay, We've got a big night tomorrow." He said, smiling at me before turning off the light. Then we fell asleep.

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