"It's Been Awhile"~Staind

And it's been awhile

Since I could stand on my own two feet again

And it's been awhile

Since I could call you

And everything I can't remember

As fucked up as it all may seem

The consequences that I've rendered

I've stretched myself beyond my means

And it's been awhile

Since I can say that I wasn't addicted

And it's been awhile

Since I can say I love myself as well

And it's been awhile

Since I've gone and fucked things up just like I always do

11 years later

I rolled out of bed and onto the floor. The alarm clock said it was Monday.

I sighed and let out a shakey breath. I stumbled out of my room in my black boxers with nothing more than them and the many bracelets I wore. The smell of pancakes filled my nose and I nearly jumped over the railing into the floor of the living room. I ended up doing that at the bottom, about 10 steps from the bottom step, and front flipping over the couch and chair of my Uncle Bobby's cousin's house. "Samuel Lucifer Winchester!" Annalese yelled at me. "Don't you dare be backflipping over my furniture again!"

"I'm not Ms. Singer!" I told her. It wasn't a lie, I was frontflipping, not back flipping. I walked into the kitchen, where she set a plate stacked with chocolate pancakes drowned in agava syrup, my favorite syrup, dispite hating tequila.

She sighed as I dug into the pancakes. "So you can work on the hunt here," she told me. I nodded, then took another bite of pancakes. "You should see if anyone knows anything in town. I mean, half the town are wolves like you, and most of the kids would know something if there's anything else here besides you guys." I nodded again, shoving half of a pancake into my mouth. "Probably go to the park, usually there are a few hanging out there during the summer." I shoved the other half in my mouth and chewed on it for a while. When I finished the stack Annalese had left for work at the salvage yard, so I just put the dishes in the sink then ran back upstairs to get dressed.

I honestly wanted to crawl back into bed, but I didn't want Annalese to start asking questions. This was the anniversry of my pack's slaughter and the mass kidnapping. I shook the images out of my head from that night and finished getting dressed. After that night, I'd lived the life of a hunter, trying to find out what exactly killed my family. I haven't found anything that matches up to the MO, Bobby hasn't heard about anything like it in his life. I sighed and slid a .45 down the back of my pants, fully loaded with silver, gold, rock, and iron bullets in the clip. I climbed out the window of the guest room, and headed up town towards the park.

Township Park is the only park on Farmington with a lake. I'd heard from Annalees that most of the high schoolers came to the park for pre-prom pictures, while other's just jacked around. There was a basketball game going on, and I could see a black haired girl take a shot from the 3 point, making it like it was nothing. So, found a wolf.

She walked over to a guy who had to be an inch shorter than her, had white skin that stood out next to her black tanktop and red skin, and long-ish muddy blond hair. He nodded as she bent over, panting wildly, and went into the game. I caught a good look at his face, and my heart stopped.

No. There's no way. Fucking impossible. He can't be. He's dead. No. I'm seeing things. I'm totally seeing this.

But I wasn't.

Those pale green eye, the stupid smirk, the way he laughed.

I still couldn't wrap my head around it.

No, no, no. But. What if it. No. It's not. He's dead. All of them are dead.

Maybe not.

One word, was all I could faintly whisper.

"Dean."

But all that shit seems to disappear when I'm with you And everything I can't remember

As fucked up as it all may seem The consequences that I've rendered

I've gone and fucked things up again

Why must I feel this way?

Just make this go away

Just one more peaceful day

And it's been awhile

Since I could look at myself straight

And it's been awhile

Since I said I'm sorry