***Disclaimer: None of the Characters except for Amy is mine... although I wish Dean were.

Summary- Dean has a secret he has been hiding for the last year, and she has a name. Now it is time to bring it out. How will Sam react? Cas? What happens when a a danger looms in threatening Dean's life and that of the girl he loves? Hurt!Dean

This is my first fanfiction story so please give me all the help I can! I hope you enjoy it! So on we go...

Life Ties

Chapter One: HER

Dean Winchester liked women. He didn't love them. That is... until a pretty little blonde one had walked into his life. He didn't tell Sam. It was a secret that he wanted all to himself for a little while longer-he was a selfish, prideful man at heart.

He had met her a year ago on a case. Dean had saved her from a clan of vamps. She wasn't like normal women that he saved, met-the hooker bar damsels looking for nothing more than a one night stand. No, she was certainly different.

Dean drove quietly through the night. He had left Sam back at the motel sleeping away thanks to some Nyquil that had been mysteriously administered to him earlier. Dean smirked at the thought.

The Impala purred beneath him as it seemed to hum along to Kansas that was helping to tone down Dean's nerves. He was more nervous tonight than usual. This wasn't the first time he had snuck out to visit her. They did this every Friday…but tonight was different. Even the moon shimmering outside seemed to understand.

Dean drummed his fingers on the worn steering wheel.

His cell suddenly lit up with a text. The ring tone was different than his usual, alerting him that is was his secret lover sending him a message; trying to get a hold of him.

Dean picked it up with a silly smirk on his face. The message simply read, You here yet? This girl is anxious to be seeing you 3 He glanced up quickly to make sure that the road was clear before texting back, 5 minutes, be there before you know it!

This was completely unlike him. Dean hadn't felt this way about a woman since Lisa—and then it was a little restrained. He couldn't be his full self around her. But this girl… she was special. She understood what he was doing and why. They had so much in common.

Dean chuckled to himself as he thought of Sam in disgust when he found out she had the same taste in music as him.

Letting out a breath of tense air, Dean looked down at the white shirt and black tie under his leather jacket. Tonight was special and called for more than his usual flannel. In Sam's usual seat lay a bouquet of pink lilies. Her favorite.

3 minutes and the long seven day wait would be over.

He stood in front of the shabby hotel—eerily similar to his and Sam's. He clenched the flowers behind his back and raised his fist to knock when the door burst open before he had a chance to.

A body flew out of the door, wrapping small arms around his neck and crushing his lips with a hard and long awaited kiss. Dean growled happily, "Hello to you to."

The woman leaned back smiling and batted her large chocolate brown eyes up at him, "Hello Dean."

He grinned and stared at the sight before him. She was adorned in a sweetheart cut baby blue dress that went down to her knees, showing off just enough leg to keep him in anticipation. Her blonde hair was in ringlets that framed her soft-featured face.

"Amy," he breathed softly.

Amy bit her cherry colored lips, "Do I look alright? I know you said to dress up..."

Dean took a deep breath in with a dancing smile on his lips, "You look beautiful." He suddenly remembered the lillies hiding behind his back and he held them out for her shyly, "For you."

She took an intake of breathe and touched her chest in surprise, "Oh Dean... you shouldn't have." Amy curled her fingers around them ginergly before pressing her nose into the petals and inhaling the sweet aroma that the flowers gave off. Dean swallowed, being turned on by the pretty picture before him. She was angelic he thought.

Amy grabbed his hand and pulled him inside the motel, "Let me put them down so we can take off!"

Dean looked around the one-bed room. There was a purple duffel bag sitting on the end of the mattress, and makeup lying on the small table next to a large knife. Dean walked over to it, grabbing the black leather handle in fascination. The blade was atleast 8 inches long with a slight curve on the end. He smirked, running his finger along the smooth surface. Amy walked over in her silvery heels, "You like it?"

He chuckled and handed over her knife, "Is that one new?"

She nodded and lifted up the side of her dress to reveal her toned thigh and a haulter that would fit the knife perfetly under the dress, "Got it last week after you left when I was cleaning out a poltergist."

Dean bit his lip and pulled her in, "You are SO hot."

She giggled and pecked his lip. His hands slipped down to pull her closer, when she laughed, "Hold on big boy, we are gonna save that for later." She winked at him subtly and threw her head back.

Dean felt happy, more than he had in a long time and he was going to savor this moment.

Daaaah Daaaah! I hope you all liked it, and that you reveiw! I have plans for more... "exciting" material and Dean and Amy whumpage later. I would love any suggestions! Thanks :) Will post Chapter two soon!