This story is for my dearest fan,SpnKs15. It takes place in season two shortly after John died. I am open for story ideas (although I cannot guarantee I will write it without a doubt). Unless of course, you can guess what creatures I am writing about before I reveal them. Warning, I will not do romance or smut.
Deans whole life revolved around fire. The first fire he remembers took place when he was four, and when it had left it had taken his mother and his voice and left behind a new job to watch out for Sammy. The thing about tragedy is that it doesn't do the same thing to everyone. Dean had a spark ignited in him the day of the fire and turned him into a guard dog and adult at that young age. Johns fire was far more than a spark, it ravaged him body and soul, flaming Deans fire to grow and burning down all responsibilities and morals that would've been needed to successfully parent a child. The fire that burned in John led him from town to town, where he and Dean lit up many monsters with their own flames. Fire had taken Jess from Sam, but given Sam back to Dean. Fire was a part of Dean as much as it was a part of his life, burning with intense purity and passion that could only be put out with the waters of loneliness and self-loathing.
"So what are we doing at some ski town again?"
"A bunch of people went missing last week and there was a huge increase of grey wolves, bears, hairy moss, and trolls oat which aren't even native to America."
Dean shook his head at Sam "I don't even want to know why you know those plants grow here. What do they teach you in college man?"
"Hey, I learned alo-"
Sam sighed at the hand over his mouth all the sudden.
"Shhhh."
Sam pushed said hand away from his mouth. "Dude what the heck?"
"Shhhhh. See that chick over there?"
Dean nodded at a girl with long red hair who was wearing a long golden dress.
"You shushed me so you could check out a girl? Really?"
"No, I think I know her."
"By her hair and a dress? You're joking right?"
" Lasair! Hey that you?" Sam face palmed.
The girl turned around and both of the Winchesters lost their breath for a moment.
The girl was stunning, although if you asked them to describe her they wouldn't be quite able to. Her face seemed to simultaneously stay the same and yet it was always changing. Her eyes looked like the reflection of sunlight off of water, green and brown and blue at the same time, but with something else they couldn't identify.
Dean was the first to break out of the trace and the first real smile since his John died covered his face as he moved toward the girl. "Lasair, hey long time no see."
Lasair smiled at Dean "it's only been about a year Dean. I see Sam has grown since I last saw him."
"Yeah he's a sasquatch. Wait what do you mean when you last saw him?"
"Well I haven't seen him since he left for Stanford." Deans face fell at this news.
"I thought youd've kept an eye on him occasionally."
"Why? He didn't need it, he never did. I'm sure you remember I only ever dropped by when he was asleep."
Sam was slightly unnerved at this point. Believe it or not it is not very comforting knowing that most your childhood some random person you didn't know came in your home when you were asleep and was expected to do the same when you were an adult. And since they moved around so much the only way she could've been around enough for Dean to bother remembering her was if she stalked them. Far from a comforting thought.
"Dean, can we talk really quick? Privately?"
Dean sighed but complied.
"What Sam? I was kind of in the middle of something."
"You don't find it weird that this chick has been following us around our whole lives?"
"Well I never put much thought into it, I mean she's been around since the fire it's not like she's some stranger. You got a point though." Dean turned around to talk to Lasair.
"Really? That's all you got to say about it? 'You got a point?'"
"I'm going to ask about it doofus. You go geta motel or something."
"Dean….."
"I can take care of myself Sammy."
Sam sighed and went to get them a room.
Thank you for reading please r&r