A/N: Just a quick note before the story...this is my first Supernatural fanfic so I hope you guys enjoy it! I will do my very best to do justice to Sam and Dean's character, but (of course) there may be times where they get OOC, so I apologize in advance for that.

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~Prologue~

One Year Ago

May 9th, 2011

It was the night of my 27th birthday when the accident took place. Jeremy, my boyfriend of two years, had taken me out to the city. He had planned a small surprise party for me in one of the bars where just a small gathering of my closest friends showed up. It had been a night meant for drinking and laughter. However, Jeremy had refused to drink that night using the excuse of me needing someone to drive my drunken self home later.

When the clock's hands read half past one, it was then Jeremy decided it would be a good idea for us to go home so that I could have plenty of time to sleep off my hangover before work later that day. We had been driving on the long stretch of road for what seemed like hours before I decided to have some fun with him. I wish I would have known the horror that would later ensue.

"Come on, Jeremy! Just let me drive," I giggled reaching for the steering wheel of my 2004 Kia Spectra LS.

"No, Jace," Jeremy sighed blocking my arm from grabbing at the wheel. "You're drunk. You don't need to be driving."

I relaxed back in my seat folding my arms across my chest with a huff.

"You're no fun," I pouted turning my gaze out the window to the cluster of trees alongside the road flashing by us. Jeremy chuckled at my childishness as he interwove his fingers between mine. I squeezed his hand gently as I rested my head against the cool glass of the window.

Everything outside the car was cloaked in complete darkness; the headlights of my car being the only thing that illuminated the midnight highway. I could feel myself being pulled into the arms of slumber, but I didn't want to fall asleep just yet. I wanted to ride out this wave of feeling good for as long as I could. It was rare that I ever got hammered enough to wake up with a hangover, but when I did I made sure that I lived it out even if there was no remembering the next morning.

I had tried to convince Jeremy that I was sober enough to drive, but there was no tricking my over observant boyfriend. I dragged my gaze away from the blurring sight of passing trees that only served to make my head pound in agitation. He had one hand gripped loosely around the top of the steering wheel while the other gently held onto mine. My eyes slid over to peer out the front windshield of the car to see we were approaching the old, rickety bridge that was an official sign that we were crossing out of the city's borderline. Our small little Podunk town of Garix, Indiana lay only twenty minutes beyond the bridge.

Smiling, I recalled a memory of when Jeremy would always scare me as we drove over the bridge by tugging on the steering wheel making the car jerk off center. I would always chastise him for it even though he would only laugh trying to convince me he was only having a bit of fun. So I wanted to give him the scare he always gave me. I only wanted to have some fun, but had I known what I knew now? I would have just fallen into that deep slumber that had so lovingly enticed me earlier.

Being quick with my actions so Jeremy wouldn't have time to stop my hand again, I wrapped my fingers around the cool, faux leather of the wheel and jerked it to the right as we began to drive over the bridge.

"Jace, no!" Jeremy yelled out in panic. Only it was too late. Time seemed to completely slow down around me as I realized the horrifying mistake I had just made. The car veered off the road to crash headfirst into the rotting bridge railing; the wood splintered into pieces as the vehicle smashed through traveling down the embankment where the woods awaited us.

I flung out my hands to keep my body from thrashing around in the passenger seat as I became aware of the fact I had never buckled in my seatbelt.

"Jace!" Jeremy's cry registered slowly in my brain as my eyes made slow work of moving over to meet his frightened gaze. The horror must have been apparent on my face because in the next moment, I watched as my boyfriend removed his seatbelt to cover my rattling body with his. He grabbed onto my seatbelt and wrenched it across my chest making quick work with his hands.

As he was fumbling to get the mechanism buckled, I noticed over his shoulder the trunk of a large tree quickly nearing the front of the car. I called out his name, tears streaming down my face in fear knowing what was about to happen next.

Jeremy buckled my seatbelt just in time, a smile of relief gracing that handsome face of his the moment before the car made impact with the base of the tree. I screamed out jerking forward in my seat to only be held back by the strap across my body. Jeremy's body flew through the glass windshield to smash into the tree; I could hear the audible crack from the deadly impact of his collision. He lay unmoving on the hood of the car as blood began to pool around his head and drip down the side.

"Jeremy, no!" I sobbed, crying out for him to stay with me; to not die on me. My hands fumbled for the latch of my seatbelt, but my vision kept growing blurry from the never-ending wave of tears that kept streaming down my face. I jerked at the seatbelt in anger. I only wanted to unhook myself so I could hold my best friend, my lover, my life in my arms just one last time.

"Please, please, please, please," I mumbled to myself tasting the saltiness of the tears upon my tongue as they dripped into my mouth.

"Jace."

My head whipped around to see Jeremy's head had turned to face me; a ghost of a smile still on his face. How could he be smiling when he was about to die because of me?

"I love you," he whispered, a tear of blood fell from the corner of his eye.

"Jeremy, I'm so sorry. It's all my fault," I sobbed watching him struggle to take in a simple breath. My hands still groped at the latch to the seatbelt although less hastily. Jeremy couldn't be saved. Even if I were to get to him, moving his body might only kill him quicker.

"Jace, it's ok. I'd die to protect you….rather than see you….be….harmed," he breathed. Those bright blue eyes that had held so much love for me since the day we had met slowly lost their light as his life faded away.

I slammed my head back against the seat; my hands came up to cover my face wishing I could die anyways from my regret and shame.

I sat there crying for a good hour before sense came over me and I called 911. Not that there was much they could do for Jeremy anymore as he had already taken his last breath with a smile still on his face. Never once did anyone blame me for what had happened even though it had clearly been my fault. I had basically killed my boyfriend and no one cared. They had all tried to convince me that the bridge should have been replaced years ago or that the tires on the car should have had better grip on the road when Jeremy tried to steer us back to safety. I knew the truth though. I had killed my best friend; my boyfriend.

All for the sake of wanting to have fun with him.

A mistake I would never be able to fix.