Hi there. Here is my first Supernatural story. I have another one in the works but want to see what kind of reaction/reader rate this gets before I post the other so please let me know what you think.. The things written in italics are someone's thoughts just fyi and there is important authors notes at the end.
Wicked.

"Hey baby? I was thinking maybe we could go out for brunch? Maybe to the new café we stumbled across the other night? If you even remember that night. There's something kinda important I have to tell... what you are doing?" She had walked out as he was zipping up his bag.
"Leaving." He said. Short answers. Short answers were good.
"On a trip?" she asked softly. Oh this was going to suck so much.
"For good." He barked.
"Why?" he heard her voice hitch.
"I can't do this anymore." Lie. Lie through your damn teeth. He watched her out of the corner of his eye.
"Do what exactly?" she asked placing her hands on her hips. He wished she wouldn't. She looked so damn cute standing there in just a large jumper that reached her mid-thigh and her long chocolate hair piled up high on her head. God, she was gorgeous. No damn it! Stay strong.
"Sit here and play happy families. It's just an illusion and it's not working for me anymore" he stood and looked at her. He instantly regretted it. The heartbreaking look on her face alone was enough to make cracks appear in his hard facade. Truth was he didn't want to leave her. He actually enjoyed living the apple pie life. She cooked, she cleaned, she was hilarious and understood his sense of humour and matched it with her own. She was intelligent and sarcastic and kind and caring and she looked after him when he came home after a long job. She even understood what his job was and understood…hell she even helped him on some of the research seeing as she had a master's degree in Demonology and Religious studies with a minor degree in Mythology. He was so damn proud of her. She was his home and man did this suck! But he had to. He had to do this. She would understand…eventually…maybe. Doubt it.
"Really?" She asked. "It's taken this long? Almost three years to work that out?"
"Yep, I don't belong here with you. I was an idiot to think so." An idiot to be leaving. He grabbed his bags and headed downstairs. Had it really been that long together? Three years of coming and going at all hours, at all times and in all kinds of states and yet she still stuck by. Idiot!
"Is this about the werewolf attack?" He paused. No flashbacks dude. Stay strong.
"What?" he turned to look at her from half way down the stairs.
"You've been distant and weird ever since then. I keep telling you it's not your fault! That thing was huge. You couldn't have stopped it if you wanted to. It wasn't your fault." She practically pleaded with him not to leave. "I am okay." Oh sugar, you're killing me here.
Yes it was my fault. I should have kept you safe. I never should have introduced you to this world and I never should have let that thing get my scent and follow me home. I should have never believed that being happy and safe with you was a good thing. "Besides, look its almost gone." She held out her arm where three faint red lines lay. His gut twisted again at the sight of them. She never should have even gotten them in the first place. He knew there was four more marking across her left shoulder to her right hip on her back. The wave of guilt that washed over him was almost friendly these days. He had spent a long time seeping in it.
"You're right. It wasn't my fault. It was yours." He replied. Harsh, stay harsh. Having her hate you will work better in the long run. The voice in his head at that moment sounded a little too much like his dad.
"What?" she whispered, hurt flashing in those gorgeous blue eyes.
"I can't do my job with you around. You're distracting and sloppy and I never should have introduced you into it. Next time you might die and I can't have that on my conscious. I can't be a babysitter while I work." He turned and walked down the rest of the stairs. Lies. Total utter lies.
"That's bullshit and you know it. I'm a hell of a shot and probably know more about this shit than you do." She argued. He couldn't argue with her. The first time she shot a gun in front of him, his jaw hit the ground. Her accuracy was insanely good. Not to mention the fact that when they first met it was over a game of darts and she had creamed the floor with him. No flashbacks. Don't go there dude. He ignored her instead.
"Just answer me one thing?" She asked him softly. This is going to hurt.
"What?" he turned to look at her. Sucker for punishment. He tried to soak as much as her up as he could. To remember every single detail about her. Why does this hurt so much? She stood half way down the stairs hugging herself. He knew that it was a way of keeping herself together. It took all of his will power not to run up there and wrap her in his arms and tell her he was sorry and he didn't mean it. To tell her that he wanted nothing more than to keep her in his arms and stay with her forever. That he loved her more than he ever had said. But he needed to keep her safe.
"Did you love me?" She asked softly.
"No." Yes.
"Did you ever?" Always.
"No." He gulped. "Anything else?" she shook her head and bit her trembling lip. Oh sugar. She wasn't begging him to stay no matter what her eyes said. She would never beg. It wasn't her style. She was too proud. It was one of the things he had admired about her since the first meeting. He turned his back on her and walked down the rest of the stair and towards the front door.
"Stay safe a…and shoot straight." He faltered as he reached out for the door. She had said that before every hunt. It was those words that made him careful. He had always wanted to come home to her. He couldn't turn back around. He had heard the break in her voice. He couldn't turn to see her tears…nor let her see his.
"Stay safe." He turned the knob and walked out. The sounds of her sobbing hit him before the door closed. He lent his head against the door and listened as she sobbed, his heart breaking with every tear. He had to leave, she was in danger. He caught wind of a mate of the werewolf they had hunted a few months back, the one that had scratched her. It was hunting for him for revenge over her mate. If he didn't tuck tail and run now, it would find them and kill her. That couldn't happen. Not after leading the first werewolf to her in the first place. He refused. She meant more to him than anything else in this world. Seeing her in the hospital attached to all those tubes and having blood transfusions and praying to God she didn't turn. She didn't obviously, apparently only a bite could do that. But the scarring would always be there.
Not to mention that every monster he hunted and ganked with Dad could come after her. Getting attached was a stupid mistake. Three years was long enough. No more danger. So he broke her heart and left the only place he had thought of as home since his mother had died. The sounds of things smashing made a small smile rise on his face. She was a hellion, strong and fierce…a true fighter. He knew it wouldn't take her long to go from sad to angry. And although she was small, standing a tiny 5'2, her temper was something to admire. Especially the way her blue eyes would darken and sizzle….no no more. Let's go. Stop thinking of her. It's for her safety.
"I love you." He whispered before pushing himself off the door. A loud gut wrenching scream followed him as he stepped off the porch. He rubbed his chest at the ache that was starting in it. The scream was so full of pain and angst and oh God did he want nothing more than to go back and beg forgiveness. But he needed her alive and safe. I need her so damn much. He climbed into his car and threw his bags in the back seat. He turned back to the house. She was in the lounge room now. He could see her through the large windows, on her knees, holding her stomach crying hysterically. He sighed and started the car. It was for her safety. Her safety. He needed to leave. She was just a chick. No! she wasn't just some chick. She was different. The forever kind that made men jealous of you just because she was all yours. She was his One.
As the car flew down the road, a single thought connected them.
"Why?"

Authors notes: Hi there. Just a few notes before you continue to read.
- The first few chapters are set before John goes missing at the very start of the series.
- It will follow the episodes pretty closely with a few changes.
- There will be a few hunts the boys go on that aren't in the show…it will be for plot and it will be explained when I write it.
- The characters may be a little OC, but this needs to happen in order for the story to flow. I will try my hardest to keep them as close to original as possible.
- This story may change it's rating as it progresses…I am sorry if it offends anyone

- I think that's all for now…let me know what you think.

Wicked.