When you woke up it was pouring rain. You smiled at the sound and noticed the room was dark, save for a strip of moonlight from the window. You sat up and shifted off the couch quietly. You had no idea where the boys were. You opened the door and walked outside. You shut the door softly behind you and noticed the impala wasn't back.

You remembered where you crossed a bridge on the way back from the hospital. Your skin was hot, so the rain felt nice on it when you stepped out. You pulled your hair from the ponytail and walked to the bridge.

You didn't want to be around people who thought you were a flight risk. Neither of them cared, not really. You didn't know if you were crying or if it was just the rain. It was a long walk, but you eventually got to the bridge. Your hands grabbed the slick metal and you gazed down to the stormy water below. All you would have to do was drop. You could feel your body shaking now, whether from sadness or cold, you weren't sure. You didn't even hear footsteps when a voice spoke behind you and cracked.

"If you go over the edge, I follow." You whipped around to face Dean.

He was just as soaking wet as you were.

"How'd you find me?" You asked.

"I followed you. You closed the door right as I got out of the bathroom." He said, taking a timid step towards you.

"Go back to the motel, Dean." You said over a crash of thunder.

"No," he said after a moment of hesitation.

"You've never cared before, so why do you care now?" You said venomously.

"You're so stupid! Why the hell do you think I always went with you on hunts? Why do you think I stayed by you every god damned time you got hurt? You think I don't care?" Dean shouted at you.

You only blinked at him.

"I've always cared about you. Ever since that stupid moment we met!"

"You're lying!" You could hear your voice crack.

"I wouldn't, couldn't, lie to you." He was walking closer now.

"Just go back to Sam, he's more important than me." You knew you were crying now.

"No one is more important than you. Not Sam, not Cas, not anyone. As I said, you take the plunge, I will join you."

"You have a future, Dean."

"And so do you!"

"You have a real one though! With a family! A wife, kids, hell maybe even grand kids!" You shouted. "Me? My future is counting numbers and making sure no one catches the scars!"

Dean faltered for a moment before he regained courage.

"My future is with one person, and that's you."

You stared at him.

"Dean . . . Don't say that."

"Why not? You're always on my ass for telling the truth. This is the truth."

You shook your head.

"No, Dean."

You didn't really have a choice about anything, because soon Dean had his arms around you, dragging you away from the edge of the bridge. You struggled against him, shouting, crying, and trying to get away. A large flash of lightning filled the sky and he saw the skin on your arms. Those were too neat for hunting cuts. He held you tighter and you stopped moving as he grabbed your wrist

"Why would you do this to yourself . . ." You heard him say.

You could only cry now. You were both soaked so when your head hit his chest, you didn't mind the wet. He held you tightly until you stopped crying.

"Please can we go back to the hotel?" He asked gently.

You stared at him through blurry eyes before you nodded and he grabbed your hand protectively. He gave your hand a light squeeze and you gave a half-hearted one back. He lead you back to the motel and you were going to open the door when Dean pulled you back to him. You looked up at him and saw his green eyes searching yours. His hand grabbed your chin and he lowered down a bit until he was half an inch away. You let out a shaky breath while he inhaled. He brought your lips together and they lingered on yours for a few seconds. You were crying again.