A/N: Okay, so this is my first time posting a multichapter story. Don't get too upset with me if I end up taking a while between chapters. I'm known to suffer serious bouts of writer's block from time to time.

Just a little warning, Dean is going to be a little OOC for a while. He just lost the last of his family, so he's still in a daze and doesn't really know what to do with himself yet.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or anything recognizable. I only own the OCs.

Silence reigned over Stull Cemetery after the wind finally died down. There was no movement. No people, no animals, even the nearby trees were still. The only thing that did move in the desolate silence was the blood dripping down Dean Winchester's face. He was unaware of everything; nothing caught his attention.

'They're gone,' ran like a mantra through his head. 'They're all gone.' A slow shift of his eyes led him to the body of Bobby Singer. His head was turned at an unnatural angle, evidence of Lucifer snapping his neck. The ground next to him was covered in blood and viscera. No bones, no clothes. Just an explosion of flesh that painted a grim picture of what had transpired only minutes ago. 'I've got no one left.'

Still in a daze, Dean slowly stood to his feet and stumbled out of the cemetery, absently bumping his beloved Impala on his way out. He didn't notice where he was going. Only his feet knew his destination, and they weren't telling Dean anything.

The next thing Dean knew, he was walking into a brick wall, falling to the ground in a heap. He didn't bother getting up, just curled up in the corner of the building he hit and the one next to it and let the rain he didn't know was falling soak him through. Cas... Bobby... Sammy... "They're all gone," he whispered brokenly as the tears finally fell.

The evening sky had opened a torrent over Lawrence by the time Audrey Dawson walked out the back door of the hospital. "About time that conference let out," she grumbled in a Southern drawl as she stomped her way down the alley toward the street to hail a cab. "The one time I forget to bring an umbrella."

As she strutted her way through the alley, she didn't see anything blocking her path until she kicked something solid and nearly went flying. "What was that?" she yelped, trying to regain her balance. When she looked behind her, what she saw broke her heart.

Leaning against the wall was a man. He looked to be only a few years older than herself, but she could see a deep sorrow etched into every one of his features. He didn't appear to be homeless, if his clothes were anything to go by. They had some rips and tears in them, but they were still in good condition, as were his shoes.

He was also clean. After three years of being a registered nurse, Audrey had seen homeless men come and go through her hospital. They were all dirty, their skin almost stained with the soil of the ground they were forced to sleep on. This man only had a little dirt under his nails and on his palms, and his dirty blond hair was obviously clean, though matted and soaked from the rain. Audrey realized quickly that this man was nothing short of an enigma.

"Hey, man," she said, keeping her voice loud enough for him to hear but not so loud it would scare him. When he didn't respond, she took a step closer. "Hey. Are you alright?" Brushing her dark brown hair behind her shoulders, the young woman knelt down before him. Now that she was looking more closely, Audrey could see injuries marring his features. His nose was badly broken and one of his eyes was so bruised and swollen, she doubted he'd be able to open it. "Sir?" She tentatively reached a hand out, and as soon as it touched his shoulder, his right eye opened just a slit. The movement startled her, but not enough to make her bolt. "Are you alright?"

The man didn't answer. "My name is Audrey. What's yours?" Silence still. "How about we get you inside to look at those injuries?" she offered gently. He just stared blankly through his uninjured eye. "Is there someone I can call for you?" asked Audrey. The man shook his head, the movement almost imperceptible. "No family, friends?"

"They're all gone," his deep voice rasped, tears threatening to fall. "Cas, Bobby, Sammy. They're all gone."

Audrey practically felt her heart break for this man. "Is there anywhere you can go?" she asked. "Where do you live?"

"Nowhere," he answered. "No home, no family. They're all gone." This man had clearly faced a tragedy, and recently if he was still so shaken by it.

A moment of madness passed through Audrey's brain, and she pounced on it before it could get away. "Why don't you come home with me?" she offered. "I'll have to get my things from my hotel first, but if you're willing to bear with that and a late flight, you're more than welcome to come back to my house."

"No flying," the man said. There was a spark of fear in his green eye that struck Audrey as odd. "No flying."

"Okay, it's alright," Audrey placated him quickly. "I could rent a car instead. It'll be less expensive than buying another plane ticket anyway, right?"

"Pocket," floated softly to her ears. With a head tilt of confusion, Audrey searched his jacket pockets until she found a tiny set of keys.

"Are these the keys to your car?" she asked, surprised. He nodded slowly, his right eye closing in fatigue. "Alright, I'll go get it. You just stay here and don't move. Are you injured anywhere besides your these on your face?" Another head shake. "Okay, I'll be right back. Where is it?"

"Stull."

"S-stull, the cemetery?" The man nodded again. "Okay, I'll find it. What kind of car is it?"

"'mpala," he slurred. Audrey could tell he was tiring out quickly.

"Impala, good. I'll be right back with it." With that, Audrey jumped up and ran out of the alley in hopes of finding the stranger's car. She wasn't a local, so she didn't quite know her way. After hailing a taxi to take her to the cemetery, Audrey contemplated what she was doing.

"He's a stranger," she reasoned with herself, ignoring the weird looks she got from the driver. "You've never seen him before in your life. But he obviously needs help. You're a nurse, Audy. You help people. Ugh, what am I getting myself into?"

When the cab got to the cemetery, Audrey's eyes were instantly drawn to the big, black muscle car parked right in the middle of the graves. "That must be it," she thought aloud as she got out. "How much do I owe you?" she asked the driver. Once she'd paid her fare, Audrey drew the keys out of her purse. For a reason she didn't know, Audrey felt the need to approach the car with great caution. There was something about it that demanded reverence, and she didn't question. The door opened and closed with a creak, and the engine rumbled and purred like a content cat as Audrey started it and drove out of the cemetery.

It took a while to find her way back to the hospital, and she prayed the man hadn't moved. To her amazement and relief, he hadn't moved. At all. He hadn't even shifted into a different position since she'd left, and Audrey had been gone for over twenty minutes. "He's got to be uncomfortable," she mused to herself as she approached him. "Hey, man. I'm back. I've gotta say, you've got an awesome car. So, why don't we go inside and get you checked out before we leave, huh? I'm a nurse, and there are doctors inside who can take care of you."

"No," the man said firmly, startling Audrey. "No doctors, no hospital."

"I know lots of people don't like hospitals, but I have to insist on this," said Audrey. "You're hurt. From what I can tell already, your nose is badly broken and needs to be set. I don't have the training to do that properly. You need a doctor to do it so you don't get an infection."

"No." This man was dead set against going into that hospital. Audrey wondered at that, but she knew she didn't have time to try convincing this guy that she was right.

"Well, if you don't want to go inside, will you at least let me bring someone out here to make sure there isn't going to be any permanent damage?" she reasoned. When she didn't receive an answer, Audrey took that as consent. "I'll be back in a few minutes. Just stay here."

Once she was back inside the hospital, Audrey looked around the stark white halls for a doctor. "Hey, Doctor," she called when she saw one. A man in his mid forties turned at the summons. "I've got a man outside. He's got a very broken nose, cuts and swelling all over his face, and he refuses to come inside to get examined. He says he has no home, but I don't think he's homeless because he's too clean cut. He's not dirty or scruffy, just looks like he's been in a fight. But he refuses to come inside. I don't know why, but he was adamant. Do you mind coming outside to look at him, make sure he doesn't get worse or an infection?"

"Yeah, of course," the older man agreed. "You go on back outside with him. I'll get the things I need to look him over and join you. Where is he?"

"Just come out this back door," Audrey instructed, indicating the door she'd just used. "You'll see us." The doctor nodded and scurried away to get the supplies he needed. Once she was back outside, Audrey knelt back down beside the stranger she'd found. "The doctor's coming to make sure you're okay," she told him. He didn't respond, which didn't surprise her. Instead of trying to make any kind of conversation, Audrey reached out a tentative hand and gently grasped his own. "You've been through a lot, haven't you?" she asked, feeling the calluses and scars that decorated his hand.

Not long later, the door behind them opened and the doctor from before was next to them. "How is he?" the man asked Audrey.

"Still the same as before," she answered. "Hey, man," she said, gently shaking his shoulder. His right eye opened again and focused on her blue ones. "This is Dr. Cason. He's going to make sure you're not too hurt."

"Can you tell me how this happened?" the doctor asked his patient. The man didn't say anything. "Can you at least tell me your name?"

"Dean," he whispered, voice nearly inaudible.

"Alright, Dean," said Cason, happy that the man was at least responsive. "Where are you from?" No answer. "Do you have any family we can call?" More silence.

"He said he doesn't have any friends or family left," Audrey whispered to the doctor. She didn't want to cause any more emotional pain by saying it where Dean could hear it. He didn't seem to react, so the young nurse took that to mean he hadn't heard her.

"Dean, your nose is badly broken," Cason said gently. "I'm going to have to reset it if there's going to be any chance of it healing properly." Dean didn't react, but he also didn't protest as the doctor's fingers gripped the bridge his nose. "I might need you to hold him still," the older man said to the younger woman. Audrey nodded and moved her hands to their patient's shoulders. "Alright, Dean, on three. One, two, three!" As soon as he counted three, Cason moved the dislodged bone back into place. The young man surprised his caretakers. Other than a wince and a grunt of pain, Dean didn't make a sound as his nose was set.

"Well," said the shocked physician, "since the worst is taken care of, let's get this blood cleaned off so we can assess the rest of the damage." Audrey took a warm wet rag that the doctor had brought and very carefully cleaned the blood from Dean's face.

"Hey, there, handsome," she said lightly with a bright smile. It was true, though. Audrey could see that, without the blood and swelling, Dean would be a very attractive man. He still didn't respond, even to being called handsome. "So, how is he, Doc?"

"Now that his nose is set, he'll be fine," Cason reported. "No other broken bones, that I can detect. Just the swelling and abrasions, which can be easily treated. Where will you be staying?" he asked Dean. As if in answer, Dean just closed his eye, still refusing to speak.

"I offered to take him home with me," said Audrey. "I was supposed to take a flight back to Georgia tonight, but he doesn't like flying. That's his car over there," she indicated the black Impala at the end of the alley, "so we'll drive that back." Dean's eye opened again and his eyebrow quirked at the word Georgia, but he still didn't say anything. "But we'll spend another night at my hotel so we'll be well rested to drive tomorrow." It was apparent she was saying this to Dean, as she looked back at him and gave him a smile.

"Alright, well, I'll let you get him on to your hotel," said Cason. "You take care, Dean, and make sure to go to a hospital if your condition gets any worse."

"Will do," said Audrey. Once Dr. Cason had left them alone, she turned back to Dean. "Okay, dude, let's get you up." It was a slow and uncomfortable process, but the small woman managed to get Dean up his feet and down the alley to the Impala. Once at the hotel, it was another slow pace to get from the door to Audrey's room on the second floor. 'Thank goodness there's an elevator,' she thought as she held Dean up. Once in the room, Audrey gently let Dean settle on the single bed in the room. She helped him out of his boots, jacket, and over shirt before tucking him into bed. "Goodnight, Dean," she whispered as she brushed a hand over his hair. The man was still silent, but he did allow himself to relax into the pillow. Dean was asleep in seconds.

A/N: Alright, so there's chapter one. Leave me a review please.