-Past-

After 9 months of waiting and 9 hours of painful labor, she was here. Trudy lay on the hospital bed, her body trembling from the amount of work that had been put on it. She was frail, tiny-which was extremely unlike the hunter-and pale. She looked like death, though she felt like she was more alive than ever in this instance. In this moment, she had become a mother. At 11:16 pm on the cold night of February 12th, 1981, Serah Jane Matthias was brought into the world.

Damon, Trudy's husband, stood close to her bedside, holding the small bundle of life that he claimed as his own, falling in love with his daughter the moment he caught sight of her. She was so small-so pure and precious within her father's eyes. She was perfect. He had a part of creating something perfect and bringing it into the world.

No one could have been more proud than the couple in the hospital room.

Damon gave Serah to his wife, staying close to his small family. He kissed Trudy's forehead. "She's got your nose, and your lips."

Trudy laughed a bit breathlessly, beaming as she curled her baby close to her. "She's beautiful." And alive, and healthy-and that's all that mattered to Trudy-that her baby was alive and well.

A nurse entered moment later, slowly opening the door and popping her head into the room. "Excuse me, Mrs. Matthias, you have a few visitors here to see you."

"Oh," Trudy looked to the nurse, her eyes trained on the curvy woman in blue scrubs. Visitors. Right. "Uh, alright. They can come in."

And sure enough, the people were exactly who she'd thought they be. One blonde woman, a child on her hip, a tall, black haired man, and a shorter man—wearing a baseball cap.

"You look like hell." Mary murmured as soon as the nurse shut the door. Looking towards the couple, she quietly came closer—in no way wanting to disturb the baby. "How are you feeling?"

"Peachy." Trudy responded, laughing quietly. "I feel pretty peachy, Mary."

The Winchesters and the Matthias' had been friends for some time now—Trudy and Mary having grown up together. Their parents had hunted alongside each other, and Trudy and Mary did just the same, being raised up as a hunter. However, after a while, Mary met John and Trudy met Damon. The two girls vowed that—since, they were beginning families of their own—that they wouldn't be bringing their children into the lives they were forced to live. Out of this, they formed a near perfect, normal, family friendship.

John moved forward as well, clapping Damon on his shoulder. He murmured something in to Damon's ear, causing the man to laugh quietly and nod. Damon beamed, shaking John's hand.

"Well, I think I damn well deserve to hold her." I gruff voice came from the back of the room. Every head turned, and Trudy laughed at the sight of Bobby in the back, a baseball cap slightly covering his eyes until the man adjusted it. "I am the godfather of this kid after all."

"Serah," Trudy immediately corrected him, her motherliness showing. "She's not just a kid. She is Serah Jane Matthias—your goddaughter. Treat her as such."

Bobby laughed a bit, crossing his arms as he came up to the foot of the bed. "Jesus, you're a bit touchy, don't ya think, Gertrude?"

The long, once abandoned nickname "Gertrude" was once again brought up, and Trudy held up her middle finger, her pink lips drawn together in distain. "You're horrible."

In the end, Bobby got to hold Serah—for a very, very long time. He even gave her the first nickname she was ever given. Ser—her only nickname (with the exception of asshole, bitch, and Jane).

Dean was introduced to Serah. He looked at her curiously while keeping close to his mother, and blinked his big, green eyes at her. It was strange—this meeting. None of them would remember it. But, in fact, this was the day they first met. This was the day they had first held hands, shared a glance and became best of friends.

Sadly, the friendship could not continue. The Matthias' and the Winchester's lived far from each other. This had been the first time the couples had seen each other in years. Of course, they kept in contact over phone, but Serah and Dean did not meet again till….well…That weekend at Bobby's

"Who is he?" Serah pipped up, her chin resting on her hands as she watched Bobby work from her spot on the counter. "What's his name?"

She was 15 now—bright eyed, bushy tailed, and sassy as ever. Trudy and Damon had left (again) for (another) hunt, dropping her off at Bobby's for a portion of the summer—a few weeks at most. Once receiving the news that she wouldn't be all alone this time, she was ecstatic. She was told he was a few years older than her—2 at most—and was the child of a hunter. Just like her.

Bobby ruffled Serah's hair, moving outside to go work on a car. "You'll meet him soon enough, Ser. Be patient." He popped open the top of his beer, taking a long sip of it before setting it down on the table beside them. "He'll get here soon enough."

Though, Serah (as impatient as ever) let out a sigh and pouted, one finger furiously twirling one of the ribbons in her hair. She wanted to meet the boy. Now.

After what seemed like hours, he finally arrived. Serah ran around the corner of the porch, stopping as soon as she made her way around the bend.

And there he stood. Old leather jacket, t shirt, dark jeans that were slung low on his hips, and a smile that held the promise of mischief.

Serah probably looked like an idiot—with her pink ribbons and ratty ACDC t-shirt and shorts. Her face was dirty from helping Bobby work on his cars. Yep—she looked horrible.

Dean smiled—grinned—and moved forward, his hands shoved into his pockets as he loomed over her. "Hi." His words said hello, but his eyes were completely filled with a certain type of mischief that made women drop to their knees.

And she was in love. Just like that. Though, she wouldn't know that till she was separated from him. Serah had just fallen in love with the man who would take her to hell and back.

-Present-

"An adventure, huh?" Serah rubbed her eyes, stretching in the bed and rolling over slightly to get a better look at him. His green eyes seemed brighter in the morning. They didn't look dull, like most hunter's eyes looked every day of their lives. "Last time I went on an 'adventure', there were 3 werewolves involved, a helluva lot of silver, and ripped clothing."

Dean grinned, sitting himself up on the bed. "No, not like a hunt. Like—like a real adventure. Something that doesn't involve hunting for a change." He said, licking his dry lips as he lazily twirled one of her ribbons around his index finger. "Something different."

Serah raised an eyebrow. "Different?" She gave him a look. "You aren't very good at elaborating on this."

"No elaboration needed, my fair lady." Dean chimed, his lazy smile curling and forming into one of his all famous shit eating grins. "Just trust me on this."

They were out on the road within an hour, the Impala whizzing past trees on the open road, Dean smiling wide as Serah smiled as well, although suspicion was laced in her expression.

"So, where exactly are you taking me, Winchester?" Serah asked after a while. She already knew he was taking her far, judging by the fact that they had already been driving for about three hours, which only made her more weary and ready to pull out her knife and flask of holy water.

"Patience, young grasshopper." Dean cooed, smiling over at her, permanent wrinkles already starting to form at the corners of his lips.

Serah didn't take his teasing seriously, but his manner still made her eyes roll. "You can't give me a single straight answer, can you?"

"Eh."

"Eh?"

Dean only shrugged, his smile slightly dissipated, but obvious none the less.

He wanted to take her somewhere nice, he knew the perfect place too. She deserved it, they both did and they weren't getting any younger. Besides, he hadn't gone this long with a girl without giving her at least a little sample of what a Winchester tasted like, but she was different, she was Serah fucking Matthias. He honestly didn't mind waiting years until he could have sex with her. Hell years even.

"Eh." Dean repeated, checking his rear view mirror before his eyes shifted back to the road. "Two letters. For when you're too lazy to explain or for when its a surprise. Eh."

"You're somethin' else, huh." Serah smiled, teasing him back. "To think I left you all those years ago."

"Yeah, what the hell were you ever thinkin'?" Dean smirked, playing back.

Even if she was back…He couldn't help but wonder, why did she leave? Sure, he knew that her parents were hunters—damn good hunters and people too— but still, she didn't actually have to go with them. She was too young to hunt then, it wouldn't have made a difference. And it didn't matter that they had only spend a summer together, they were kind of hopelessly in love without knowing it (cheesy as that might've sounded in Dean's head, but it was true). She didn't fight to stay with Dean and Bobby, not for a day or week longer. Nothing.

Serah just laughed and pursed her lips before shrugging innocently. "Had better things to do, you know how it is."

Dean's smile was completely gone now. There was no frown on his face though. It almost looked like confusion, as if he'd shot someone and be puzzled on why they were bleeding. Humorous.

"Huh?" Dean blurted, his eyebrows knitting together as he glanced at her.

Serah saw his expression and immediately furrowed her own eyebrows. It was kind of amazing at how fast that man could change his emotion and expression. "What?" she asked. "What's wrong?"

Dean let out a laugh, almost convincing himself that she was just playing dumb. "Right, okay." he said, looking back at the road and shrugging. "Nothing, I just-…Better fucking things to do, I guess, right?"

She thought he was over this. It was fifteen god damn years ago. Hell, she was over it. She was over this before it even started.

"You've got to be kidding me." She muttered dully, glaring at him. She automatically became defensive, her arms crossing over her chest tightly. "You're not upset about that, are you? It was years ago, Dean, you know why I left."

"Yeah, you're right. Because I must mean a helluva lot to you…Y'know, as you left without fighting for a damn chance to stay." Dean shot back instantly, his eyes glaring at the road. He could practically feel her eyes burning holes into his body, so like hell he was going to look back at her.

"It would've been useless, De-"

"You could've at least tried!" Dean interjected, his voice already booming loudly.

Serah swore, his voice was more than enough to start earthquakes and hell, even the damn apocalypse. But that didn't mean she wasn't as fierce and she wouldn't fight back.

"I tried, Dean! You think I didn't try?!" Serah shouted back. God, this was a nightmare before it even had the chance of becoming a dream. "I tried everything! I begged my parents to stay and guess fucking what?! It was useless! So don't even dare tell me that I didn't try!"

The car jerked and halted to a stop. Dean's knuckles were white on the steering wheel, gripping the wheel as if it were the only thing stopping him from destroying the car and everything and anyone in it.

He turned his head towards her, rage in his eyes, his mouth pressed together in a deadly pout. Serah didn't hold back though. She didn't back away and whisper apologizes. She wasn't that kind of girl.

"You didn't fucking try, okay?!" Dean bellowed. "Maybe it was trying for you, but it was pathetic to me! It was like you didn't even care about me! You didn't care about us, Serah!"

"Are you even listening to yourself right now?" Serah asked, her breath seeping out of every word. She didn't care that he used her full name. Go ahead. "You sound ridiculous, Dean, I tried! You're just too damn stubborn to see through that thick head of yours!"

Dean didn't say anything. Anger and rage was practically seething out of him. He couldn't say that he wasn't stubborn, because everyone knew Dean Winchester was the most stubborn living thing out there. He knew he ruined it. He knew he ruined this whole trip and it wasn't even worth trying to fix. It was only another opportunity for Serah to check off another reason why Dean wasn't worth it and all of this was just a waste of time.

"You know what," Dean breathed, swallowing before turning and starting the car again. "I'm done. Let's just go home, I'm just…done."

It was raining when they got back home. It wasn't bad enough to make Serah quiver indecisively, but it was coming down hard and faster than usual. It had taken them the whole day to drive close to the "adventure" location and back, the sky now dark and blank. The ride home was unbearable. They didn't speak to one another, the music was turned off, which was considerably a first. Not even the low hum of the air conditioning in the Impala could settle the thick tension in the air.

Dean stopped in front of the house. He hadn't considered if he was going home with her and staying with her tonight. But from the look Serah had on her face when he originally turned to glance at the house, he wasn't getting anywhere besides Hell tonight.

"You coming in?" Serah asked, the first words either of them spoke since driving home.

Dean wasn't expecting that. He was more expecting a slap or even a kick to his pair down below.

"Uh," Dean muttered. Nice. He already fucked up twice since seeing this girl. He couldn't fuck up again. So, naturally, he guilt himself into it. "Yeah."

They both moped in silence around the house for a while, putting away their jackets and shoes before one followed the other upstairs and into bed.

It was like an awkward family reunion and Dean had just slept with his cousin or something, both of them staring up at the ceiling, enough space in between them for another two people to fit. The fight wasn't settling well with anyone, especially Dean. Serah at least invited him in, which maybe gave him a little mercy, but he was beat up inside. He was the one doing the beatings.

Two in the morning rolled around finally, Dean would know since he had been staring at the clock for the past twenty six minutes. Serah fell asleep a few hours ago. He wasn't looking at her, but he could tell she was from the little snores and shifts throughout the night.

He still felt awful about it. He was ripping himself apart about it. Damn him. He just had to make a big deal about everything and then be stubborn about it. He wasn't even mad about her leaving anymore, he didn't even think he was mad about it in the first place. All he knew was that he had to get out. Get some air or something.

He managed to crawl out of bed without Serah waking up, getting his keys and not bothering to slip his jacket on before going outside to his Impala.

He drove away fast, lack of sleep starting to bewilder and tire him, causing the car to jerk to the side when he would begin to fall asleep. No, maybe this was a bad idea. He was practically sleeping and driving at the same time. And besides, he left Serah there. All alone. God, if she didn't hate him before, she would definitely hate him now.

Second thoughts took control of his actions as he clumsily pulled out his phone and dialed in Serah's number.

He heard a couple rings before seeing light ahead of him. He thought he heard a horn sound, maybe from another car, but he couldn't even look up before he was submitted in complete darkness.