Hey guys!

I am soooo sorry that it has been a long time since my last update. I have been super busy with wedding stuff so I hope you'll forgive me! Here is a nice chapter to make up for it.

I own none off Supernatural, unfortunately.

Tethered Love

Chapter Ten: Gone

Amy took deep breathes in her mustang. Her heart was pounding beyond normal speeds in her chest. She held her hand to heart and let the tears come, she began sobbing uncontrollably. She could feel her soul splitting, she could feel Dean's heartbreak along with her own. HOw could a human being even begin to fathom the heartbreak of two individuals? She should have been honest with him... but it's too late now. She lost him. How could she have been so blind?

She laid back against her leather seat and let the sun wash over her, warming her chilled skin. She wanted to die in that moment, but she couldn't. She was responsible for two lives, her own and that of the man she loved.

Suddenly, her eyes flared white...

Dean.

Hers/Dean's arm reach out as he stroked the red hair of the woman sitting on his lap. He felt cold hearted and completely not himself. There was another force taking over him, and that was a melonchonly soul. The woman's lips found his as he breathed in her overwhelming perfume and smells of smoke fromm the cigarette that had touched her lips earlier. Her closed his eyes tightly, ignoring the tear that slipped his way down his cheek as he pulled his shirt off over his head and proceeded to push her down into the bed...

"ENOUGH!" Amy screamed at the top of her lungs. Her chest burned as fire lit under skin, threatening to burn her from the inside out.

Suddenly a fist knocked on her window, splitting her thoughts. She jumped in her seat, smacking her head on the ceiling of her vehicle. Pain pulsed as a goosegg began forming on the back of her head. Amy sniffled, wiping the tears from her eyes, before rolling down the window. A needle suddenly stuck her neck, making her vision go black. Her last thoughts were of Dean, and the woman he was ravishing...

Dean walked away quickly, pulling his black t-shirt back on over his head the nexxt morning. He was trying to ignore the pounding headache in his head, and the ache in his chest. No more feelings. No more chick flic moments. He was done.

"Dean! Where the hell have you been?"

Dean turned around and rolled his eyes trying to grab the right key for Baby, "Not now, Sam. I'm not in the mood."

Sam slammed the car door of the vehicle he had borrowed from the bunker, "Seriously Dean! I waited all night for you or Amy to come home. Nothing... no calls no texts, no responses to the ones I sent. You need to figure your shit out!"

Dean growled before sitting in the front seat of Baby, "Sammy, get away from me before I hurt you."

Sam shook his head, "Amy told me what you did before she went storming after you."

"Did she also mention the guy she's been seeing behind my back?!" Dean's nostrils flared as he stood back up, clenching his fist at his sides-ready to punch his brother if nessasary.

"Do you really think Amy would do that? She told me that moron Ian kissed her on her way back home. They were friends in highschool and he was on his way to New York when he saw her. They were going to catch up."

Dean's fist softened, still hesitant, "How do you know?"

Sam sighed, "Amy... do you think she'd be capable of doing something like that?"

"No..." Dean finally whispered as he looked down completely ashamed of himsellf, "I need to talk to her."

Sam sccrated his head, "I think that would be wise, but like I said she didn't come back to the Bunker last night."

Dean's head shot up, as he quicklly pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed Amy's number. No answer. Nothing. Dean's hand began to shake. He was a moron, a complete and utter mornon. He was a selfish jerk. His eyes suddenly darted to the gift sitting idly in the passenger seat of Baby. He leaned over and grabbed it in his hands, rolling it over in his fingers before slipping it into his pocket. He had no idea if she would take him back... no idea if she would still want him after his fiasco...

He looked up suddenly, to see a red vehicle out of the corner of his eye. He slowly walked toward it, Sam directly on his heels. Dean's mouth went dry as he heard the purr of the engine and saw the red mustang he was all to familiar with. He clenched his jaw together as his fingers reached the open door, sitting ajar. He crouched down, not sure what to say. He was a hunter... and he needed to use his skills. He snapped himself together befofre running his fingers along the leather seat and taking a deep breathe to smell for sulfur, or anything that would give a hint of what went on here. Amy would not leave her car like this. She was as much in love with her red Beast as he was with his Impala.

He looked up to see minor blood spatter on the roof.

"Dean," Sam muttered breaking his concentration as he pulled out a peice of paper expertly hidden in a spot that they were sure to look in. He handed it over to Dean. he quickly unfolded it, before ripping it to shreds. He grabbed Amy's keys out of the ignition and locked it up before sprinting back to Baby.

Sam jumped in the passanger seat, "Dean?"

Dean said nothing as the engine roared to life, I'm coming sweetheart...

There we go all! Let me know what you think . I am suuuper excited about the next chapter :)

Love ya'll!

~Dean'sGirl555