A/N: Just a reminder that things written in italics are either thoughts, in Deans case or flashbacks when there is a larger block.
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Wicked

He looked in the mirror and nodded. Not bad. After his chick flick fit last night, he had decided he had to find her. See where she was buried and pay his respect, beg forgiveness. Beg her to come back. His lip trembled and he shook his head. Not today not now. Wait til its night when no one can see. Keep it together man. His phone rang loudly, shattering through his thoughts. He frowned as the name Dad popped up. Dean hadn't told his dad that she was dead. For some strange reason he didn't want his dad to know. He also felt a little…a lot… angry towards his father. It was John who had pushed for Dean to leave her after all. Maybe if he had a backbone and stood up to his dad, she might still be alive. And she would be laughing at you in this damn suit. He sighed and tugged the collar into place. He figured the morgue was a good place to start. Someone there would have some answers and they tended to listen to a flash of a badge. He adjusted his collar again. These damn monkey suits. Here goes nothing.

He straightened his shoulders and adopted a look of cool indifference as he stepped through the morgue doors. Don't let it affect you. He walked up to the front desk and rapped his knuckles on the counter, startling the receptionist.
"Good morning my name is Agent Hudson. I am looking for the person in charge?" the blonde receptionist blinked in confusion as he flashed his badge. Obviously there were not a lot of people who came looking for the living down here.
"Can I ask in what regard?" she asked tilting her head and fluttering her eyelashes. If it was any other time he may have shown interest. He may have thrown her his trademark smirk. But these were different times and a whole lot of unhappy.
"A body, sent here around nine months ago." He pulled out a notebook and pretended to check the name. As if he could ever forget. "A Miss Callie Winston?"
"And what's your name gorgeous?" He said smiling at her. She raised an eyebrow and smirked back at him. "You are persistent." She wasn't kidding. He had asked her for her name or number or even both about five times already. He didn't know what it was but he HAD to know her name.
"You know what they say, sixth times the charm." He dropped her, the infamous panty dropping smirk. She grinned and finished the last of her beer. It was refreshing to see a pretty girl drink beer and not some fancy fruity sounding drink.
"Tell you what, if you can beat me in a game of darts, I'll tell you my name." His stomach gave a jump. This girl was incredible. She hadn't been rude or nasty to all his advances. She met him with wit and sass. She was his kind of girl.
"You're on sugar." He tapped his knuckles on the bar and signalled the bar tender for two more.
"Sugar?" She asked with a laugh.
"Yeah, cause you are all kinds of sweet." She had laughed at him and passed him his darts as he passed her, her beer.
"Game on buddy."

"Sir?" The receptionist asked, interrupting his flashback.
"Yes?" He snapped.
"S…sorry. I just asked why the FBI would be interested in a girl who's been dead nine months?" she asked confused. The offhanded comment was like a knife to his heart. Keep it together man.
"We're following up on a case." He snapped harshly. The receptionist, Lavender, according to her name tag hurriedly typed something into the computer.
"There are no records of a Callie Winston. Someone may have collected the body or we've cremated it if nobody had." Another knife in his chest. Not only did he leave her to die alone but to not even have a funeral? If she was alive, she'd kill him.
"Try Calyssa Wilson. I believe that's her full name." He said nodding at the computer again.
"Ever call me Calyssa and I will gut you like a fish."
"Hmm no still nothing. Hang on for a moment and I'll get Frank. He's in charge here." Lavender scuttled away. Dean ran a hand down his face. Someone had to know something. Bodies just didn't disappear and she didn't have anyone to collect it.
"You're the only one I have Dean." She snuggled into his chest.

"Agent Hudson?" A deep voice echoed behind him. Dean spun around and came face to face with a tall, dark skinned man decked out in some sort of apron. It was smeared with blood. Dean grimaced but nodded.
"Frank?" he stretched out his hand. Frank nodded and shook his hand.
"Frank Jones. Lavender said something about you tryin' to find a body?"
"We're looking for a lady who would have been brought in about nine or so months ago." Dean swallowed thickly. Keep it together man. Frank tilted his in indicate that Dean should follow him.

"What do the cops want with a nine month old corpse?" he asked pushing open the doors to the autopsy room. His gut twisted at the thought of Callie being called a corpse.
"Following up the case. Something didn't sit right with upstairs so they sent me here to see if I can put it all together." Dean nodded.
"Always sending the lackeys to do the crap jobs huh?" Frank shook his head. "Never can do it themselves." He walked through to a make shift office covered in paper work.
"Ain't that the truth?" Dean said. Frank grunted as he pulled open a rusting old filing cabinet.
"So who am I looking for?" Frank asked looking up from the piles of paperwork.
"Oh a ah…Callie Wilson." Dean cleared his throat. "Animal attack. Nine months ago. Torn to shreds…Went…unclaimed…" Keep it together man!
"Doesn't ring a bell…" Frank muttered running his fingers over the folders. "Animal attack you say?" he reached up and scratched his greying hair before clicking his fingers. "Oh I heard about her! They reckon it was a bear. Nasty business." he shook his head. "Bears attacking people in alleyways! Crazy huh? Global warming…you watch." He shook a finger at Dean.

"What happened to the body?" Dean asked, choosing to ignore the statement.

"Body?" He frowned, looking up from his paperwork.

"She was killed. I'm guessing there's not to many morgues around here." Dean snapped sarcastically. Couldn't these people give him a break? All he wanted to do was to find out what the hell happened and where she was buried so he could go and say goodbye. Beg forgiveness for being a total dick and basically killing her too.

"Oh man this towns rumor mill is getting out of control. She wasn't killed." He rolled his eyes. What?
"She was severely injured like maimed pretty much but not dead." Not dead. Not dead. Alive. She was alive. Alive!

"Where can I find her?" he asked feeling almost out of breath. There was still hope.

"Ah try the hospital? We only deal with them once they are dead." Frank frowned. "You sure that's the girl you were looking for?"

"Oh yeah! Some greenie must have gotten mixed up. Thanks man" he turned and all but ran out of there. She was alive! He could still go beg forgiveness. If anything this whole thing had taught him it was that he had a made a mammoth mistake in listening to his dad and leaving her. He slept better with her for one and she was so incredibly intelligent and her cooking. Dean nodded once. He was going to the hospital to find out what happened then to wherever she was and beg forgiveness make things right. This was a second chance and he'd be stupid not to take it.

"Dad, found her. Looks like she was attacked by a bear at least that's what the locals are saying. Going to stay and see if I can find her in person. Call me when you get this" He hung up the phone and took a deep breath. It will all be okay. He had his second chance. It will all work out.