Okay this is my second Supernatural fic, and hopefully this will be much better than my first fic, Highway to Hell. Though if you haven't read that, please check it out :) This fic is going to be a lot more angst-y and emotional, and hopefully much better in general when compared to my other fic.

Disclaimer - again, i don't own anything to with Supernatural or anything else mentioned in this fic - though i'm working on it!

Please read and review, and hopefully you'll like it:D

Chapter 1

Blood. That was all he could see. It was everywhere, on the walls, the floor, the bed. There seemed to be too much blood for one person, too much blood for two people even, yet there had only been one person in the room. His gaze was drawn to the bed. This was where he'd left her and this was where he thought he was going to find her again. But all that was left was blood. The white sheets on the bed were now crimson, with only a few white patches left in sight.

He should've known better than to leave her, after everything that had happened the year before. They'd only gone out for an hour to shoot pool, she should have been fine, dammit. Nothing was hunting them anymore, tormenting them and watching their every move. They'd put a stop to that, even if the price of it was losing one of their own. So she should have been fine, asleep and innocent in her bed, their bed.

He should've known the happiness wouldn't have lasted. It was too good to be true. They were all getting on so well and life seemed to be getting better. Even though the demon that had tormented them for over twenty years was finally gone, they had carried on hunting. It was their life, whether they wanted it to be or not. Deep down, he knew that the Winchesters would never settle down, not properly. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't get rid of their hunter's instincts. A normal life was something they both secretly longed for, but no life they led would ever be completely normal. There would always be something hanging over them, something that would stop them from being completely safe.

Yet over this past few months, he had started to think that maybe life wasn't so bad after all. For the first time in years, or possibly since he was a kid, he had started to feel like he truly belonged. He had begun to feel safe, not completely, but he had been getting there. And she had been the reason for this. She was the one who had pulled him through, after everything. He hated to admit it, but he doubted he'd be here without her. She was like him in every way; confused, alone and vengeful. Her family had suffered at the hands of the demon too and she more than knew how he felt.

The life they'd led afterwards, after the incident, had been as close to idyllic as a Winchester's life could be. Of course there had been grief, but that was to be expected. Their father had died at the hands of the demon, died to save his sons lives and the life of a girl who he had been beginning to see as his daughter. He could still hear his Dad's last words resounding in his head, and it was these that haunted his dreams at night. She could look after him in the day time, but he was alone when it came to his dreams. Sometimes she was in them, but it wasn't the girl he had come to care for, even love.

Love wasn't a word he thought he'd ever hear himself say, but that was the only word he came up with when her thought of her. He'd tried his hardest to fight it, but that had only made it worse. He really believed that their family was cursed. Every woman the Winchester men had ever loved, had died at the hands of the demon. Mum, Jessica; they'd died because of their involvement with them. Even though she knew about the demon and had nearly died because of it, he was still reluctant to be with her. He had always found it hard to talk about his feelings, to be himself, but she just managed to coax it out of him. Whether he wanted her to or not.

Now the thought of her lying seriously injured or even dead, spurred him into action. He wouldn't let this happen, not to her. She was one of the people he'd be willing to give his life for, and the thought of not being able to protect her was killing him. He didn't know what he'd do if she was dead. Sure he'd have his brother, but to lose the only person he'd ever loved? Losing his Dad had been traumatic enough, and he'd sworn he would never lose anyone close to him again.

Frantic now, he walked around the bed and followed a trail of blood that led towards the en suite. His thoughts were still fixed on her, silently pleading for her to be alive. He knew deep down that she was probably dead, but he wouldn't accept it. Not until her saw her with his own eyes.

Opening the bathroom door, he gasped as her saw her lifeless body lying on the floor. Her body looked so small and fragile and was covered in blood. It was then that he ran to her and held her close, sobbing as he stroked her hair and checked for any signs of life. He couldn't find a pulse, yet he refused to give up. He looked down at her chest, and was shocked to see it rising and falling. Only slightly, but it was enough. He laughed, relieved and pulled her even closer, hearing her taking short, gasping breaths. The sound of breathing had never sounded so good.

He checked her for injuries, but she was so covered in blood that he couldn't tell whether she was badly hurt or not. Thought what he could tell was that the demon wasn't back. Their father hadn't died in vain. Something else had come for her, but he couldn't be sure what is was, and right now, he didn't care. Right now, all Dean Winchester cared about was the girl bleeding to death in his arms.