Summary: Post season five AU. Bobby's daughter turns up after eight years of living without contact with her father only to reveal the real reason why she stayed away and didn't speak to him. When she and Dean start to spend a lot of time together, romance blossoms as it did when they were teens, and Dean rediscovers a side him he forgot existed. Please R&R!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters. I only own Amelia Singer and other OCs.

A/N: A Dean/OC because I just love Dean, and I always have. He needs some love and someone to care for him, so here's a story about him and a teenage sweetheart regaining their love. I'm in a loved up mood, so here we are. Enjoy! Please review!

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I Loved You Once, I Love You Still

Chapter One

Brushing a strand of stray golden hair behind her ear, Amelia Singer took a deep breath and picked up the bags of the few possessions she had left, including her hunting equipment from her teen years.

The twenty-six year old stepped onto the porch of her father's house, biting her lip anxiously and wincing as she caught the split in it with her teeth. Her father was gonna be pretty pissed when he realised she was back without a word in eight years. But maybe he'd understand when he knew what happened...Although, men didn't seem to understand much. They hadn't in her life anyway. Gasping at the pain in her arm as she raised it, she knocked on the door, her dark eyes blinking away tears as one slipped out from her swollen and bruised left eye. It still hurt to try and open it.

The door opened to reveal her father, who was looking tired and worn with his age, but still those eyes were as warm as they always had been. His expression changed from a pissed off one because he was being disturbed, to one of shock and horror as he looked at his daughter. She was battered and bruised, tired and exhausted, looking like all the spark of life had gone from her.

"Amelia...?" He breathed, "What the hell?"

"Hey, Dad..." Amelia whispered, failing to hide her tears, "I'm sorry I haven't been in touch."

Bobby shook his head and pulled her into his arms carefully, hugging her close and breathing in her scent as she cried into his shoulder. He closed his eyes as he savoured the feel of his baby girl in his embrace again, and when they pulled away from one another he carefully cupped her face to examine her injuries.

"It took three years but I got brave enough to leave..." She whispered, "I got myself a bad one, Dad."

"God, all those talks I gave you when you were growing up..." Bobby breathed, "All those times I warned you..."

"I know." Amelia sobbed, "He wasn't like it at the start, he changed..."

"Most of them do, honey." Bobby said softly, stroking her hair and kissing her temple gently, "You're safe now, darlin'...You're home and safe. It's gonna be okay."

"Bobby?"

Both father and daughter looked up to see Dean and Sam standing in the hallway and as they set eyes on Amelia, Dean marched forward and wrapped her in his arms. Bobby and Sam were a little shocked as the two held each other, but due to their past and how close they'd been in their younger years, it was understandable that Dean wanted to protect her. He breathed her in, sighing as she cried into his neck.

"What's happened to you?" He breathed, "Who did this?"

"His name's Richard. We lived in Minnesota together for two and a half years." She cried, "He'll find me and take me away again."

Dean let her rest against him as he lay his head on hers, looking over at Bobby and then at Sam who nodded in understanding. That bastard wouldn't get within an inch of her because none of them would let it happen. Dean would kill him in a heartbeat and so would Bobby, and Dean almost hoped the guy came around just so they could show him what happened when someone messed wit Amelia.

"He tries to take you, he'll get a bullet in his skull. Simple." Bobby said, "You're safe here. He's not taking you back."

Dean went up to Amelia's room to check on her later that day, and he took her up her favourite tea and a slice of toast because she hadn't felt like eating since she got back, and he knew she needed something to eat. She'd been filled in on what she'd missed in her absence, and knowing that her first love had gone to Hell really hurt her and really upset her. Dean had held her for a long time after finding that out. He knew she'd be upset because of their past and she felt partially responsible for not being around to help. Gently, he knocked on the door, hearing her ask him to come inside which he did slowly, picking up the mug which he'd placed on a small bookcase by the bedroom door and heading inside, balancing the plate in his other hand.

"Hey..." He said quietly, "How are you feeling?"

"Tired." Amelia replied softly, looking up at him with big, red, weepy eyes, "So tired. I've missed home."

"Do you want something to eat?" He asked, approaching the bed slowly, "I've brought you some toast. And your favourite tea."

"Thank you." She whispered, pulling the long sleeves of her soft pink sweater over her hands, warming them a little as she reached out to touch his cheek, stroking it gently, "I've missed you. I've missed all of you...But you in particular."

"I've missed you too, y'know." Dean replied, "Eight years without a phone call, Amelia...I've worried a lot."

"I'm sorry." She began to cry again, hiding her face so he wouldn't see, "I didn't know what to do."

"Hey, don't cry." He whispered softly, putting the tea and toast on the bedside table, "I get it, okay? You wanted to be independent, and your father was being a bit too strict with you...It's alright."

He wound his arm around her and hugged her closely as she curled up into a little ball in his embrace. He looked over to her bedside table and saw a box of tissues, taking one and carefully lifting her chin to dry her eyes. If it was ever known that he did this he'd never live it down but he did things like this for Amelia. He did things that a boyfriend should because she'd never been treated with respect by any man she'd dated. Even he disrespected her when he 'dated' her when they were teenagers. But he was young and stupid back then. Now he was older and wiser, he knew that how he'd treated her was wrong, but she'd never been mad at him for it or hated him for it which frustrated him.

"I'm so glad to be here, Dean. I can't even tell you how glad I am." Amelia said quietly, hugging him again.

"We're glad to have you back too, sweetheart." Dean said softly, watching her take the plate and place it on her lap, "Enjoy your food. Don't stay up too late tonight, huh? Get some sleep. If you've got anything you need or want to talk about, you know where we all are."

"Thank you." She whispered as he stood up to leave, smiling as he gripped her hand tightly before leaving her to eat.

As he got outside the door, he closed it and leaned against it. Closing his eyes, he sighed and ran his hands over his face as all his feelings rushed up inside him. It made him want to vomit because he realised he was head over heels for her all over again. Maybe she could be the woman who'd give him his apple pie dream.

He had to give her time to heal before he could find out.

-TBC-

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