Title: Meant To Be

Summary: Dean Winchester POV/Scarlett Jones POV (a completely made up character of my own)

Rating: M

Notes: Here is the next part, normally only five parts to my stories but I am letting this one drag out a bit. ^_^ Thanks for reading and make sure to leave a review!!!

"You okay, girl?" Bobby asked.

Scarlett didn't answer and before she knew what she was doing, she pushed Bobby from in front of the door and ran inside the house. Dean was leaning against the wall, his eyes closed. It was a moment before he opened them.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Dean asked, as he shifted his position, standing up straight.

"I needed to see you."

Dean didn't wait a second before her response.

"You don't need me. You look like you got things pretty well figured out for yourself."

Scarlett didn't care if Dean was pissed off with her; all that mattered is that she was in the same room with him. Maybe that's all he would let her have now. Just his presence calmed her.

"That's where you are wrong. I don't have things figured out, in fact; everything is spinning out of control. The only time things were right, was when.. You were in my life."

Dean heard the front door open and close. Bobby's wrecker came to life outside, slowly the sound grew distant. Damnit, Dean thought to himself. Bobby must have thought they needed some time alone.

"I don't know what the hell has happened to you, with the drinking and.. and him. I don't even recognize you anymore. You've changed." Dean unwillingly let slip from his mouth. He didn't want to talk to her but he felt she should know where he stood.

"Don't preach at me. You were ten times worse before you met me." Scarlett said defensively.

"Yeah, but I am ten times better now, because of you." Dean looked at her as he said it. Scarlett's face contorted into a horrible frown, she didn't like hearing things like that.

"No, no. That's not true.." Scarlett was shaking her head; she didn't want to believe what he was telling her.

"I don't want it to be true but it is."

"Just because you have it all figured doesn't mean I do." She changed the subject, quickly. Dean guessed Scarlett didn't want to hear about how much she had helped him, just by being in his life.

What she had just told him hit him like a ton of bricks, she had no idea. No freaking idea what the hell she was doing to him. Screw putting her at a distance, it was time to let her know exactly what he was feeling.

"You think I have it all figured out? Are you crazy? I am dying without you. If you only knew how much hell you have put me through, by just.. Throwing me away like you did."

Dean watched Scarlett's face, she seemed to be trying to hold her emotions in but clearly this had gotten to her. She bit her lip and looked away from him.

"I didn't throw you away, I did it to protect you from the demons.. From every bad thing we hunt."

"This is our lives. Demons are always going to know about us. Always. Demons knew about me before I even met you. I have been on more hunts right now than you will ever be in your entire life. You can't stop it. Just because you aren't with me doesn't mean anything bad isn't going to happen to me." Dean was trying to get his point across, to make her understand this was the life he had chosen for himself; he was going to die a hunter. Hell, he had already died several times just because he was a hunter.

"Yeah, but now if something did happen I wouldn't feel responsible."

"So that's why you aren't with me anymore? Because you don't want to feel guilty if something happened to me?"

"No." Scarlett said then she sighed. At least they were finally talking this out, he deserved an explanation.

Dean shook his head; he was through talking with her. He looked at the girl in front of him. In some ways he was glad she was here but in other ways, he wished he was alone right now.

"Dean, please. Listen to me."

Dean ignored her and put on his coat. He began to pack his duffle bag with supplies. Suddenly there was a knock on the door, Dean knew who it was and didn't grab the gun before checking. He opened it and Millie stood outside the door. Scarlett stared at the girl in the doorway. She was beyond beautiful, she was exquisite. She had fiery red hair that was curled to perfection and her blue eyes shone brightly in the dim lighted house.

"Hi Dean."

"Hey Millie, give me a minute."

"Okay." Millie said as she walked inside, closing the door behind her.

Millie grabbed Scarlett's hand, giving it a shake.

"I'm Millie and you are?"

"Scarlett." Scarlett just wanted to stick out her tongue and tell her to go away.

"Oh, pretty name. How do you know Dean?" Millie asked as she sat on the arm of the old couch. Scarlett thought up a good lie but Dean saved her from it.

"Scarlett and I use to be an item." Dean said and picked up the duffle bag, throwing half of it over his shoulder.

"Ohhhh, wow. You are one lucky girl! Well, was a lucky girl! I can't believe you let this one get away." Millie said, her brilliant white teeth flashed in the sunlight.

"I know. She doesn't know what she missed out on, does she?" Dean joked back, cocking a smirk at Scarlett.

"Go ahead and get in the car, I'll be there in sec." Dean said to Millie and she obeyed perfectly. The look on Scarlett's face was priceless.

Dean turned to Scarlett and looked directly in her eyes. He felt absolutely nothing, he was numb. He had made her numb and he hated feeling that way.

"I don't want you to try to find me anymore. You had your chance, you blew it. Leave me alone now or you'll be sorry."

Scarlett cocked an eyebrow at the last part of his sentence.

"Just leave me alone." Dean said.

Scarlett watched as Dean got into the Impala, Millie was riding shotgun and he peeled out down the dirt road. She waited for at least ten minutes before following them.

It was about thirty minutes down the road before Dean realized Scarlett was following them. She probably would have got away with it but a car had pulled out of her lane unexpectedly and he spotted her. Dean wondered what he should do, he didn't want to start an argument in front of Millie but he had to do something.

At the next light he turned onto a side street. Scarlett was smart and figured out she had been spotted, she kept going straight.

"Why did we stop for?" Millie asked.

"Oh, just making sure we aren't being followed." Dean replied, waiting for a moment before heading back onto the road.

"You know, you really should give her another chance."

"What?" Dean asked, looking over at Millie.

"Well, she obviously loves you. You seem to still have feelings for her. If she messed up, forgive her. Love forgives everything." Millie smiled and he felt something inside he hadn't felt in a long time. If Dean had met her years ago, he would have been in her pants. It was crazy to think that in a span of a few years he had changed so drastically. I guess that's love for you, he thought.

"It's a little more difficult than just forgiving her."

"Really? Well, from the way I see it, you are just being childish. She's trying to tell you she is sorry and you won't accept it. Get past whatever is holding you back and go for it again, baby." Millie said as she lay back in the Impala's seat, closing her eyes. She turned the volume up on her mp3 player, blasting the rap music she was listening too.

Dean shook his head at the sound of it, at least with Scarlett he didn't have to endure this kind of torture. Dean smiled to himself as he thought about how Scarlett and him use to sing together to pass the time on long road trips; it was so much freaking fun. Dean ignored the hole that ripped itself open in his heart again; he was use to the pain now.