This is my new story and it invovles some OC and a whole bunch of Winchester goodness! I wrote, edited, and did all of this on my own so if there are any mistakes please let me know.

I only own my characters

I was walking into a diner I normally went to when I saw a black Chevy Impala. I smiled and thought immediately of the Winchesters. I missed them but knew why I hadn't talked to them in nearly four years. Dean Winchester, probably the biggest pain in my ass I'd ever met and my first love. I met Dean when I was five and he was seven. He was with his father John and his little brother Sammy who was three at the time. I loved that little boy he was so cute and nobody could resist his little puppy dog eyes. Anyways my father was friends with John and had been for a few years when they came to our house. He was badly injured and the boys were shaken up. He had been attacked by an angry spirit and lost his weapon. He had gashes all over his body and was loosing a lot of blood. Dad made me take Sammy and Dean up to my room and we talked and played for awhile before Dad came up and said John would be alright. I learned a lot about Dean that night. He was extremely protective of Sam and would do anything for him, he loved his father and was very obedient, and he was also vastly more mature than any other seven year old ever should be. He was also sweet. Not that anyone could tell by meeting him. He seemed like an annoying, cocky, jackass. Truth was he was guarded; he and I were alike that way. Except where he joked around, never was too serious about anything or anyone, and just seemed overall very blocked emotionally I was the complete opposite. I was very task orientated and I got the job done, not that I didn't joke around and have fun, I also didn't get serious but wanted to whereas he had no need for serious, and when it came to seeming blocked I was nothing like it. Anybody who met me would think I trusted people easily and let them get close, but I didn't. Funny enough the people who thought they were so close to me didn't know anything about me. I just was a better actor than Dean. The only people I truly trusted were the Winchesters, my Dad, Bobby, Liz and my dog, Demon. Demon was my South African Boerboel, a big, sandy colored dog. I loved him a lot. Bobby was like my Uncle he knew John and then met my Dad and then I met him and he became Uncle Bobby. Liz was my best friend since I moved here at 18. We both told each other everything and she knew about Dean and about hunting. I trusted all of them with my life and stupidly trusted one of them with my heart. Dean, Sammy and I were all extremely close growing up. We understood how it was to lose our mothers, grow up in revenge stricken households, and to see out father's waste away with the quest to find the demon that did it. Dean and I were together through high school but it was a weird together. He dated other girls I dated other boys but we dated each other. We couldn't really get close to people since our lives were the way they were so when we needed someone we got together. When we needed the comfort of being close we were each others go to person. Since my Dad had permanent residency I sometimes went with the boys posing as a sister, a cousin, a stranger it was endless. My Dad was a hunter but he stayed close to home and did a lot of research mostly. He would do hours on hours of studying and looking then call John with whatever he found and send them around the country. He taught me self-defense and how to use a gun, how to kill creatures, how to do research but he never really taught me how to be a family. Dean always hated how his Dad rode Sammy and barked orders and screamed when they nearly got themselves hurt but I wished I had that. At least he showed that he cared with those things, my Dad never came out of his office and he worked all the time. I taught myself, with the help of Dean, how to live on my own because basically that's how I was. I taught myself how to cook, do the laundry, and how to be alone. That was the reason John took me on a hunt when I was six. He came to the house for a place to stay with Sam and Dean and found my Dad in his room surrounded by books. I was all by myself and John said he couldn't let me stay there. I went and stayed with them for a few months before returning. It was like for the rest of my life with them. Dad got too bad, I called, they came, I went, I returned, and then repeat. Until I was 17 and Dean broke my heart. We had been together like an actual couple for a few months since it was summer and John was off with my Dad in a new break on the demon hunt. I was talking about a future and family and commitment and he couldn't have that so when John got back he took off. I went on my own after that and haven't seen them since. He tried to call for a few months after it happened but I never answered. I talked to Sam a few time since and learned he'd gone off to college, Stanford, and left hunting. I was proud of him doing what he wanted since he always hated hunting but I knew how hurt he was because of his father. I was still in the middle of my memories when I sat down at the breakfast bar. I was skimming through the menu when I heard a voice that stopped me and made me nearly hyperventilate.

"So what are we looking at here Dad?" Dean asked stopping to probably take a bite of food.

"I'm pretty sure it's a spirit because at all the crime scenes in blood written on the wall is "I'm sorry I said it" and they are all young couples. The girls are attacked and killed then the guys are attacked and cut open to use in the writing of the message. I found this story of." John's deep voice muttered.

I didn't notice Sarah, the waitress, come up to me.

"Bailey you there?" she asked waving her hand in front of me. I blinked before looking up at her.

"Oh sorry Sarah I was spacing out there" I looked over my shoulder carefully to see Dean and John still talking.

"He's cute huh?" Sarah asked playfully.

"Yeah sure anyways I'll have the usual" She nodded writing that down before looking at me curiously.

"What?" I asked.

"I don't know, are you gay?" I nearly choked on the water I was drinking.

"WHAT?" I scream-whispered "No"

"Oh okay"

"Why would you ask me that?"

"Well because that guy" She pointed her pen in Dean's direction "Is super hot and looks like he'd be AMAZING in bed"

I sighed and answered without thinking "Oh he is" I slapped my hand over my mouth before looking down.

"What?" she asked leaning down on the counter towards me "Do you know him?"

"Uh yeah but I haven't seen him in awhile so just don't say anything to" I was cut off by John's voice

"Miss" we heard a voice come from behind us Sarah looked up while I turned around expecting anybody else besides Dean. He looked down at me then up to Sarah before his eyes returned quickly to me. His mouth froze opened slightly and I took it on myself to make this a quick meet and um not greet.

"Keep your mouth open any longer and you'll catch flies" I muttered before standing up and dropping a five on the table "Bye Sarah" I squeaked before turning towards the door and rushing out. I was just about onto the sidewalk when I felt someone grab my arm and turn me around. Dean was standing there staring at me now taking all the changes in me since we last saw each other. I dyed my hair a warm brown and had put a reddish pink color on the bottom layer. I was also in great shape; I went to the gym everyday. I was a few inches taller and I'd grown in more ways than one. I felt weird just standing there so I took in all his changes as well. His hair was shorter now but still long enough to run your fingers through OH STOP THERE I would not think about running my hands through his hair. Anyways, I could tell he was more muscular now and he had a few small scars on his face he didn't have before. He also seemed sad now, probably because of Sammy leaving. He'd lost his spark in his eyes and I kin of felt bad. I noticed now he was staring back at my face so I opened my mouth to say something but he beat me to it.

"You um you look good"

"You too" I said awkwardly. He ran a hand over his neck and I could tell he was stressed.

"You okay?" I asked quietly. He looked up surprised and shrugged his shoulders.

"You know me, I'm always okay" I nodded knowing that even if he wasn't there wasn't much to do about it.

"How's um how's your dad?" He asked.

"He's uh" I laughed to myself "He's my Dad so yah know there's only so much to say" He nodded understanding.

"John looks good" I tilted my head in the direction of the Diner. He nodded his head again.

"You should come say hey, he loves you yah know" I laughed knowing John wasn't a love you kind of guy but I did know he cared about Sam and Dean more than anything. I also knew he cared about me.

"Sure" We both walked slowly into the Diner to see John still sitting at the table like nothing happened.

"Hey John" I smiled standing at the edge of the booth. He looked up and smiled slightly before looking down at the paper he was reading.

"Hey Bailey" Dean and I looked at each other before lowering our heads and laughing at John's brief show of acknowledgment.

"So Dean what are you doing here?" I asked.

"Um a hunt yah know the usual." I smiled at his very non-specific answer. No trust at all.

"That's good because I wasn't having any luck with it" I muttered watching Dean and John's face snap up.

"You're here on this hunt?" John asked incredulously obviously thinking of how my Dad always said I'd never be allowed on hunts alone.

"Yeah um I don't really hunt that much anymore I'm just on this one because it's so close to home" They both looked at me again.

"You live here?" Dean asked this time. I nodded my head.

"I live like five minutes from here, I come here for breakfast before work" Dean started laughing now and I threw a napkin at him. "I happen to have a very nice job at Danville Inc." He stopped laughing and turned to John. He pulled out a file and passed in to me. I opened it and saw a young woman's face. It was a report of her death and on the wall she said "I'm sorry I said it" in her own blood. She apparently killed herself, but what I assumed was the tying factor was that in all of the couples at least one worked in Danville Inc.

"Oh" I whispered "What can I do?"

"Well we need her file pulled to see if we can find out what the message means and who its to." I nodded.

"I know who it's to" They both looked at each other before John turned to me.

"What do you mean?"

"Well it's probably to her ex-boyfriend Jared Danville"

"It would help us a lot if we had any information on Jared Danville, like his files"

"I know that won't be easy since he keeps all his files in his office so" I cut Dean off.

"It won't be a problem" I answered unfazed.

"What do you mean?" John asked.

"I'm Jared's assistant this will be easy" We agreed to meet after my shift to discuss the plan. I said good bye and left thinking about how weird that was.

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I was standing on the curb of my office when I saw the familiar black Impala pull up to me. Dean was smirking at me before he motioned for me to get in. I slid onto the seat and was hit was a crap load of memories. From hunts, to movies, to dates, to um other stuff. I looked over at Dean and was hit with how hot he still was. He was looking at the road so I juts continued to stare at him memorizing his face. Every scar, the way his jaw tightened when people came to close to his "baby", how he seemed so much more relaxed here in the car than with his father who was nowhere to be found. I didn't notice he'd looked over at me until he started talking.

"I know I'm hot but would you quit staring" I was embarrassed but didn't show it, I instead replied.

"Well I'm just trying to figure out what the ugly thing on your neck is" His brow furrowed and he put one hand on his neck moving it up and down before looking at me.

I faked shock then smirked "Oh it's just your head" He started laughing and returned his gaze to the road.

"Where's your Dad?"

"The hotel" I nodded and we spent the rest of the trip in a comfortable silence.