Prologue
I was naive and that's all I'm willing to say, but sometimes being naïve doesn't always lead to bad things. Dean was proof of that.
We had met and parted, and on both occasions it hadn't been on the best of terms for the both of us. He had come looking for answers with his brother as to of how my mother had known his father, and he had left me with answers to questions I've been asking my mom since I was 4 and my dad died. At that point, some might think I'd be grateful, but I wasn't, because the answers I had gotten from him.
Maybe that's in fact my mother's own fault for lying to me or maybe it's my fault for believing her. She had told John killed my dad; practically making it seem like there was no real reason until a month or two after I told Dean to go and never come back. My dad had actually gotten damaged by the demon and John had to put him out of his misery. The truth had come way to late, Dean was gone, and I'm pretty sure he wouldn't be coming back anytime soon.
That whole thing was months ago, maybe even a year, I lost track of it all. I finally got back into the root of things pre-Dean, and it had taken some time but I managed it. Dean hadn't come back once either. Let's just label that as fate…totally messed up fate.