A/N: Hey everyone its been a while but I've been working hard with April3604 and the Winchester boys over in our profile Winchesters Bad Little Girls. I sort of got an inspiration on this story while listening to Rent's soundtrack. Gotta love that movie.

A few months later

Tracy found Dean sitting on the trunk of his car just staring at the night sky. He had heard her coming from the time she closed Bobby's back door. He always knew it was her, she was quiet when she walked but she still had a shuffle to her feet. He knew her hands were probably shoved in her black sweater and the hood was over her head. He knew she was probably freezing because it was winter in South Dakota and maybe because her TB was acting up on her. He wished she would just take the treatment, save herself, he didn't know why she wanted to die so badly.

The brothers and Tracy have known each other a little over a month now, trust was still being built but it was mostly because of her. She barely let anyone in and when she did it was only too little.

Dean had told Sam about her night sweats and what he had encountered with her staying in her room. How he had stayed up all night to make sure she was ok, to make sure she was more than ok. After that night Dean felt as if there may have been some sort of connection or understanding between them but she still wouldn't open up everything, he knew she was still holding a secret from him and Sam.

"Hey, hero," she said using the nickname she started to use on him after a hunt where he had saved some children from a Changeling.

He smiled sipping the beer as she sat next to him.

"Munchkin, what you doing out of the house? Though Bobby would have you under lock down."

"That's the skills of being a hunter…sneaking." She smiled and looked up at the sky. Dean looked at her and smiled he knew her too well she had the black sweater on with her hands in her pockets and the hood over her face. Just like he knew she would. "What?"

"Huh?"

"Dean you're staring at me. Trying to come up with a sarcastic comment to say?"

He chuckled shaking his head looking away from her. "No, actually, Trace let me ask you something." She nodded taking the hood down off her head and he looked over and saw that she was beautiful though the past couple weeks her TB has taken a really bad toll on her. She was skinnier then anything, her jeans hung off her hips loosely and her hair was thin, her eyes seemed sunken in a bit but they still showed the beautiful hazel color he liked. To him, she was still beautiful even if a disease was ripping her apart.

"You trust Sam and I right?"

"Yeah of course I do."

"Then why does it feel like you are still hiding things from us." His eyes darted to her hands where she started to play with her sleeve that's how he knew she was nervous.

"What do you mean?"

"Cut the crap Tracy, I can tell when you're lieing and I can tell when you're nervous…just talk to me."

"You're such a hypocrite." She shook her head jumping off the trunk.

"I may be a hypocrite but at least I don't lie to my friends and family."

She turned around looking at him wide eyed. "Hypocrite right there Dean! Right there!"

"What are you talking about?" He got off the trunk placing his beer on the ground.

"You are afraid to die. You are afraid to go to Hell and you're showing everyone this big tough macho act but I can see right through it!"

"Bull shit! You can't see anything!"

"Oh no? Maybe I can because I'm going through the same damn thing! You have about a month or so to live sure but I could die tomorrow, maybe tonight, maybe in five minutes. So to answer one of the many questions that have been buzzing around in your head, yes, I am afraid to die and no, I will not take the treatment because I deserve to die. At least over 100 children died because of me."

Dean and Tracy stared at each other for a split second as Dean processed what she said. "What do you mean at last fifty children died because of you?"

Tracy shoo her head. "I said too much already." She started to walk away but Dean grabbed her arm and spun her around. "Let go of me Dean."

"No, you said it Tracy! You opened a can of worms with me now! What do you mean fifty children died because of you?"

She looked away from him towards the darkness of the salvage yard as a tear fell down from her eye. "The orphanage I was in it caught on fire. I snuck out that night like I did almost every other night just to see what trouble I could get into. When I got back it was around midnight and in the room I was sharing with a couple other teenagers I could smell this, this sulphur and blood stench." Dean's grip on her arm loosened. "I turned the light on to see my roommates dead, blood just dripped from their bodies and their eyes were wide open. I ran out of the room and I could hear screaming and crying from the younger children. Then I heard one of them talking."

Tracy looked up into Dean's eyes. "They were looking for me."

"How do you know they were looking for you?"

"They said my name. One of the others that were with him told him I wasn't there and that's when they said they'll look in other orphanages, thinking maybe I was transferred. That's when the fire began and that's when I the doors opened Bobby and a few other hunters had come in but they were too late. Most of the children were trapped and the others were dead only a few of us got out."

"You said 100 children…"

"The orphanage only could carry so many and the demons went after the other orphanages in that area but they never found me. Bobby kept me safe, taught me everything I knew…" She shook her head. "Then I got TB when I was twenty. I guess it was Gods way of punishing me for what happened to the children."

"Trace…"

"Don't say you're sorry. I am tire of people telling me they're sorry." She took her arm out of his grip and folded her arms across her chest. "I'm the one that should be sorry. All those children's lives…"

"We're not your fault, Tracy. You can't save everyone you can only save yourself."

She looked up into his eyes. "What if I don't want to be saved?"

The Day After Dean's Death

Bobby, Tracy and Sam stood around Dean's grave mourning in their own way but the only thing that Tracy was thinking about was the promise she gave Dean right before the clock hit midnight.

Sam, Dean, Ruby and Tracy looked over at the clock to see it was almost midnight and they had no way of saving Dean.

Tracy couldn't help the tears that flowed down her face knowing he was about to die. Dean looked at Sam and Sam was in tears and shaking his head. Dean nodded to him as if to say it's ok.

He looked next to him where Tracy stood and held her hand in his. She looked at it confused and then up at him. Dean had never showed any kind of attraction towards her the whole time they were together, sure he would hit on her here and there make her blush at times but that was it. He never showed any kind of interest unless she wasn't paying attention to it.

The clock hit one and Dean put his hands on her face. "Promise me something Tracy, promise me, please."

"Anything Dean," she said putting her hands on his that covered her face she was going to miss his warmth.

"Promise me you'll get the treatment. Promise me you'll take it and won't stop until things get better for you, promise me."

"Dean…I…"

"Tracy…you deserve to be saved. Please let me save you."

Her eyes softened as he closed the space between them and kissed her lips softly. She had more tears fall down her face as she kissed him back. It's been a long time since she kissed someone, maybe even since the orphanage and she knew it would be a long time since she would kiss someone again.

Dean let go and ran a hand through her hair. "Don't cry over me ok?"

"I'm not promising that one," she said giving him a small smile and then twelve hit and Dean turned his head slightly as if hearing something they couldn't. Dean pushed Tracy over to Sam.

"Dean what is it?"

"Hell Hounds."

Tracy wiped the tears that escaped her eyes and Bobby put an arm around her shoulders. "Everything will be ok."

She nodded smiling at him. "I know…look I have a doctors appointment in an hour. I'll call you in a few days, ok?" Bobby nodded and kissed her forehead.

She looked at Sam and walked up to him. "We did everything we could Sam."

"I know…" He looked into her eyes and he gave her a hug.

"If you need anything, anything at all call me ok?"

He nodded as he let go. "Where you going?"

She smiled looking at Dean's grave. "I have a promise I have to keep."