Authors Note: This story spawned from my RP game I currently have with my friend Bria (Live Like You're Dying). Before anyone freaks out (who have seen the show) about why I had Storm there when Dean died, I needed to put her there for the emotional affects it would cause her to make her who she will be in the story. This is why I added the AU too.

Please visit my author page for more info on characters and what to expect. Feedback is always appreciated while flames are not tolerated and used for new reading material to make fun of with friends.

Timeline: Season 4ish.

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The Plot

She was the woman from his past. A shape shifter and a hunter who fell in love. But their differences tore them apart. In an act for forgiveness, Dean Winchester seek out the shifter before his time on Earth came to an end. They fought and argued until their score was settled and they made amends. Then that dreadful day came and Dean was ripped from her arms and he was sent to hell. The hell hounds came to collect.

Dean was forever gone from her life or so she thought. Unexplainable reasons, Dean was brought back from the brinks of hell. But sadly, the news never reached the shifters ears. Completely drawn from the world around her, Storm Patterson lost her way.

Now she was in deep trouble, no memory of how it happened with blood on her hands and something deep down, dark and feral lurked inside her very well being.

She reached out to the only person she knew that could help her...Bobby Singer. But will he be able to reach her in time? What happens when Storm comes face to face with the man she saw die before her? Something was happening to her and time was running out.

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Prologue: The Dream

She was frozen, bound to the wall by some sort of magic or force unknown to her. She couldn't see it, sense it or even smell it. The disguise was thick with sheer power…dark and deadly. She struggled against it, if only she could free herself. She needed too. She had too. Time was running thin and she had to get too him. His cries and screams bellowed from the other room, sending a cool ghostly chill down her spine.

Storm saw him laying there on the floor, convulsing as the hell hounds growled and tore into his flesh. Blood flooded her nose, covering up the stench of death. It was his blood spilling to the floor, claw marks slashing into his chest and arms. The sound was so sickening that it drained the color from her face, pale and white, she felt sick to her stomach.

She cried out, screaming for it to stop but the restraints kept her in her place. She begged, pleaded. Nothing. Her own skin burned, tattered as her wrists dug into the silver metal. They stung and hurt like hell. She screamed his name, tears flowed down her cheeks, waterfalls of pain unbearable agony as she watched her lover be torn apart in front of her very eyes.

He shook frantically, choking on his blood as it sputtered from his mouth. She should have stayed away and gone back home like he asked of her. But Storm knew she couldn't just leave, she couldn't walk away. She followed, wanting only to stand by his side and fight against that evil bitch Lilith and protect him from letting the hounds come near him. But that plan failed. They were vile creatures sent on a mission to only collect their prize winning; Dean Winchester.

She felt him quickly fade in the pit of her stomach, what came next was something even she didn't know about when it came to losing a mate. Storm felt her heart break; a piece of her died. The pain she never experienced before rippled through the very ounce of her humanity. She knew, she felt it pierce her soul…Dean was dead.

She gasped the weight of the restraints was lifted off her chest and she fell to the floor with a hard thud. Air withered away from her chest, escaping her lungs in a burning sensation. She gasped for air again feeling the sweet air expand her aching, shattered life. She coughed, her chest screamed as she clenched at her shirt. She felt light headed and dizzy. The floor beneath her body spun out of control. She cried out trying to gain back the thread of her humanity she felt slip away from her. Tears blurred her vision leaving small pools of water on the floor.

She heard muffle sounds ringing in her ears. Storm stumbled to her feet dragging herself up. She took a step forward, the chain rattled against the floor, tightening its hold on her wrist. She was still chained. She turned and looked down wrapping the chain around her hand a few times and pulled as hard as she could. The one link in the chain finally gave way after a few times trying and Storm stumbled forward and bumped into the doorway that led into the other room. The room that had Dean's lifeless body in.

It took all of her effort to turn herself around and face the inevitable truth. Sammy's cries tugged and tore at the strings of her heart; what little piece she had left. She couldn't speak. She couldn't move. She couldn't think. Her knees were weak and she clasped to the floor when they finally gave way.

Sam turned his head in time to watch Storm collide with the floor. His loss for his brother intensified when his eyes connected with his brother's girlfriend. He saw something different inside them; the deeper he looked the more damage he saw. She was on the breaking point of losing the battle she was struggling with to hang on too. Something snapped and broke inside her and Sam knew that this wasn't going to be good. He couldn't even if he tried too, shield her from this.

He left his brothers body, covered in his blood now and scooted his way closer to her. "Storm…" He chocked out, his words barely able to get out or make out. His own tears, his pain heavy and thick with such a loss that he felt…he would give anything to have his brother back.

Dean was such a fool to make such a deal with a demon to bring him back from the dead. Sam never quite understood why he did it, sell his soul…until now.

"You shouldn't…" He stumbled on his words, moving in front of her to block her from seeing his body.

But it was already too late. The images were burning its way into her memories, her heart, her soul. No matter how many times she would try to forget, fight it, wash it or even try to erase it from her mind the scene would never leave her alone.

"He wouldn't.." He swallowed hard, shaking his head. He rested his hands on her shoulders, shaking. He couldn't even control his own actions. It tore him up from the inside out. "He wouldn't want you to see him this way."

"Too late…" Storm muttered.

There was nothing that she could do now. The deal was done, taken right off the map, one less soul to collect. She hated herself more now then she ever will. She couldn't stop it from happening. She was suppose to be this great hunter, this killing machine because of what she was, but it did no good and got the man she loved killed.

Her eyes borrowed a hole through Sam's shoulder as she tried to reach around him to look. Every little bit of her died. The wolf cried out, howling to the sky for the loss of her mate. She shook uncontrollably until her sides ached and cramped, tightening as it got harder to breathe. She dropped her head, closing her eyes tight trying to rid the images from her head. Tears spilled down her cheeks. "I'm so sorry, Sammy." Storm cried.

"I'm so sorry…."

The words fading from her head as she was ripped back to the land of the living. Her eyes shot opened. Vividly, she relived that same night 3 weeks ago that plagued her every waking moment. The images bright and new as if they happened just moments ago. The pain stronger and unbearable to the point of breaking down and crying her heart out all over again.

She cursed and screamed, begged for it too stop because she couldn't take another minute of it. She cried out Why! Why was this happening to her? Why couldn't she just let go? It was torture, tormenting every fiber of her being. She wondered if she was being punished. What did she ever do in her life that was so awful that she was cursed with reliving his death?

The world around her crumbled to pieces when Storm lost the battle of control.