We were childhood friends, Dean Winchester and I. Best friends since we were three years old. Until one night, something happened that changed his life forever...

"Hi Mrs. Winchester!" I happily said as Dean and I entered his house.

"Hey there Evelyn! How was school?" Mary Winchester asked.

"Very fun. Dean shared his goldfish with me!" Dean's face turned red with embarrassment. "Oh really? Now does my little Dean have a crush on Evelyn?" Mary asked.

"No way! Girls are gross!" Dean yelled, running upstairs to his room.

"Ah, kindergarten crushes," John Winchester, Dean's father, murmured as Dean pushed pass him. I giggled and ran upstairs to Dean's room. "Dean! Dean! Dean! Let's play!" I shouted.

"Shh! You'll wake Sammy up!" Sammy, or Sam, was Dean's baby brother.

Dean and I played and played until it got dark and I had to go home (I lived across the street). I laid in my small bed and closed my eyes... But I couldn't sleep. I heard... Screaming. And I smelled smoke... "Dean! Take your brother and get out of here!" I heard John yell. I jumped up out of bed and looked out my window. Dean's house was on fire! "Mommy! Daddy!" I yelled, running down the stairs and out my front door. "Evelyn! Don't go near that fire!" my dad yelled, grabbing my arm and jerking me back.

"But Dean and Sammy and their mommy and daddy!" I yelled letting the tears stream down my face. Dean's whole house was consumed by orange flames and black smoke blanketed the sky. A few minutes later, Dean ran out the front door with Sam in his arms. My dad and I ran towards them just as John ran out. "Where's Mary?!" my mom yelled as my dad took Sam from Dean.

"S-she's g-gone!" John cried. Dean and I just exchanged looks. We knew exactly what John meant by 'gone'.

-11 years later-

I'm 16 now... Dean is 17... Sam is 13... We don't really talk much about what happened that night. It's a soft spot for both of them. John is always out on hunting trips, so we don't see much of him. Dean and Sam pretty much live with me now. I've... Developed feelings for Dean over the years... As for Sam... He's like my little brother. He told me once that he would take a bullet for me.

"Hey, Evelyn," Dean said, sliding next to me in the halls of school, "how about you and I cut class? Maybe go home or something? Your parents aren't home..." I blushed.

"Uh, sure..." I replied. So, Dean and I cut class. We snuck out the school doors and hopped into his 1967 Chevy Impala. "We need to be back by 4 to pick up Sammy," I said as Dean started the car.

"Yes," he replied the windows, "I know that." I hit him in the back of the head for being a smartness to me.

We sped out of the parking lot blaring "Hair of The Dog" on his radio. The wind blew through my long, brown hair, whipping it behind me. "Why are you wearing a jacket? It's hotter than Hell outside," Dean commented as we pulled into my driveway.

"Uh. I'm just cold, I guess," I said. He ran to my side and opened the door for me. What a gentlemen. I dug through my purse for a key, unlocked the door, and threw all of my stuff on the ground. "I'm gonna go change, okay?" I asked. Dean nodded with a smirk.

I walked down the hall into a small room with white paneled walls. On one side, directly in front of the window, was my bed. It was snug in the corner, full of white sheets and brown pillows. I had a small canopy above it, and brown blinds covering my window. Above my bed, on the wall, were pictures of Dean, Sam, and I all the way across. My favorite picture was in the middle. It was of Dean and I kissing on New Years this year. He had claimed that it meant nothing to him, but to me... It meant a lot.

I stripped out of my jeans, boots, and jacket and put on some shorts, a crop top, and some high heels. I was super short compared to Dean. Even with my heels, I'd only reach his shoulders. I brushed my wavy hair and put it in a messy bun on the top of my head. Before I opened my door, I noticed my wrists. They still had deep cuts on them from that night...

"Evelyn Marie Daaé, you're a worthless, piece of shit daughter!" my drunken dad yelled. I looked behind me at Sam, Dean, and my mom. "Mom, Dean," I said, "take Sammy away from here." Sam had tears streaming down his face. My poor Sammy.. "Everything will be okay Sammy, I promise," I said as they took Sammy to him and Dean's room. I turned my attention back to my drunken father. "I'm worthless? Look at you. What have you done for this family? NOTHING!" I shouted.

"I MADE this family!" my dad shouted back, "You keep fucking up in everything that you do! You can't make good grades in school! You don't respect me-"

"Why would I respect YOU?!" I yelled, "You treat me like SHIT! Not only that, but you yell at me in front of Dean and Sam! I don't care if Dean hears, but NOT Sam! Go to Hell, you stupid motherfucker," I spat at him. His fist raised up and hit me, causing me to stumble back.

Before I could react, Dean was already on my dad, beating the shit out of him. "Don't you EVER lay a hand on her AGAIN!" he yelled. While my mother handled that situation, and Sam called the cops, I ran to my room, locking the door. With tears streaming down my face, I dug through my jewelry box for a razor blade. And, without any hesitation, I ran it down my wrists...

I sighed and put on a bunch of bracelets. That usually covers them up. Right as I finished, Dean came into my room with a bag of Cheetos and laid on my bed. "Um, hello? A little privacy would be nice!" I said, startled.

"Yeah, not gonna happen sunshine," he said with a sly smirk. I couldn't help but smile at him. The way he was positioned on my bed... It may be my teenage hormones, but damn. That man. His green eyes stared at me with such... Happiness.

"Ya just gonna stand there and stare at me, or are ya gonna lay in bed with me?" Oh goodness, Dean. Don't tempt me. I chuckled and took my place by him. I could feel the warmth radiating off of his skin. He dropped the bag of Cheetos on the ground and stared at the ceiling. "What am I gonna do when I graduate this year?" he asked me.

"You're gonna go do something amazing," I laughed.

"I'm being serious, Evelyn." He rolled over, staring at me.

I couldn't look at him. No. Not while he had THAT look. "What am I gonna do without you?" he asked, accidentally brushing his arm against mine. I could feel sparks fly through my body. "Y-you're really gonna leave me...?" I asked, concerned. I rolled to my side to look at him. His brows were furrowed, and his eyes rested on mine. "My dad wants me to work with him," he said.

"Work where?" I asked. He closed his eyes, bit his lip, and shook his head. If he only knew how irresistible he looked right now.

"I... I can't tell you. I'm sorry Evelyn. Maybe some day, but not today," he said. His voice got noticeably deeper.

"You never tell me anything about John anymore," I said, "Where is he again?"

"Hunting trip."

"Hunting what?" Dean chuckled. "That's enough questions, sweetheart." I didn't bother to argue with him. Instead, I just laid there with him, listening to him talk about his day. He told me how the blonde girl with the big boobs bent down right in front of him today, and how he got the new girls number. I felt the jealously in me, but I just inhaled his sent, and pushed it deep, deep down inside me...