"So what's your name anyway?" Dean wondered why that matter. "Dean" "Well Dean we were just children when we met." He stopped her before she could even really start. "I thought he didn't age?" She huffed. "Let me finish before you ask questions." Dean just nodded. "Maybe we should go and sit down, this will take awhile." Dean followed, determined not to speak. With all he'd seen he knew he couldn't judge her.

"Okay well we were children. I was seven years old and I met him at a park." She smiled fondly. "He was all alone on the playground. No one wanted to play with the 'witch boy'. He was the only nine year old I'd ever seen wearing all black and a studded dog collar, he's always dressed a little on the goth side though. I think it's cute."

Dean had noticed early in the evening, the guy dressed a little weird, and he didn't think it was cute at all. If anything it hid the guys natural good looks from most people, apparently not this girl though. "He was adorable with his black hair stuck out in every direction. I couldn't resist talking to him. He was hesitant, he didn't know how to make friends. But once we got past all that, he was the most sincere person I'd ever met."

"We were friends from that day on, playing together ever day until we hit our teens. He was the best friend a girl could ask for. He's my perfect match." Her small smile faded away when she started to speak again. "When I was barely fifteen my dad started abusing me. It wasn't pretty. He was angry, mad that my mom had left him and hadn't taken me with her." Dean was silent. Why was she telling him this? "Gregory found out. He wanted to kill my dad, but he settled for running away with me."

"We left and never looked back, moved down south, found a small house in Texas. He'll do almost anything I ask him and I begged to go where it was sunny all year round. He kept me safe, working two jobs to support us both and keeping me away from people who would try to take me back to me dad. It wasn't until almost a year later we found out my dad had never even called the cops. He told everyone I moved in with my grandma or something along those lines."

"So what does this have to do with him sucking your blood in our kitchen?" She sighed. "I'm getting to it. Be patient." Dean fell silent once again, his face judgmental. "You have to understand! You have to see that Gregory isn't a monster!" Dean just stared at her. "He'd never kill anyone! He has to have blood to survive. What he did to your friend today, it takes a lot out of him!" She paused, regaining her calm from before.

"But I'm getting ahead of myself. We were in Mexico, doing a little vacationing, I begged him to take me." She frowned. "It was there it happened. I walked to the store by myself while he was out. He told me not too, he didn't want anything to happen. I was so stupid." She stopped and Dean could see regret stamped so heavy on her face it almost hid the beauty of her features.

A sigh passes through her lips. "He was only human then. He should have known better. There was a bunch of them. Ten maybe fifteen. They grabbed me and were holding me down when out of no where Gregory starts ripping them away."

A pause. "Okay that doesn't seem so bad." More silence. "There were so many, Gregory was strong but he couldn't deal with so many and some of them had knives. They stabbed and cut him. Two men held me and made me watch."

Her teary eyes were distant, far away in Mexico seeing everything as it had been that night. "They left him, bloody and dying. I remember holding his head in my lap." The tears fell now. "I'm sorry. I promised myself I wouldn't get into the details like this. I got lost in the story. Just give me a minute."

Her pause was a long one as she slowly calmed her tears and connected her eyes with Dean's once again. "I'll skip the mushy goodbye speech he gave me." Dean could tell that was a private memory, one neither of them would never speak about with anyone. "I sat there, holding his unconscious and dying body in my arms. I couldn't get help. I was too weak to carry him and we'd never had the money for cell phones."

Dean allowed himself a moment to think. If bringing Sam back as a monster had been his only option would he have done it? Of course he would have. That's the nature of love, you do anything to keep the ones you love even if it hurts them.

"An old man came then. He told me he could help. He told me he could save him. Gregory was all I had. He was the most important thing in my life and I couldn't live without. I had planned to kill myself later that night. But now I had hop and I couldn't just let him die." She looked at Dean, shame in her eyes. "I understand completely." His voice was a bit strange to even his own ears. She nodded. "Well I told him to do it, whatever it was."

She swallowed. "He woke up like he is now. Of course he never blamed me, said he would have done the same. I kind of believe him too." Dean just nodded. "I've made a decision like that before. I've never regretted it." She blinked in surprise. "And before, when I said he couldn't die, that's not exactly true. We found out after a few weeks when he started to grow very weak. He got to where he couldn't get out of bed."

She grimaced. "We found out what he needed on accident. I sliced my finger and he kissed it like he always would when I got hurt." The face Dean was making cause her to blush a little. "And he started to drink my blood. That first time he almost killed me. He was so angry with himself for weeks, it was nearly impossible to snap him out of it." She pause again, cutting out pieces of the story.

"Well after that we searched for a way to make him normal again. Since then though I've aged to be his equal. I'm worried. We're both only 23 now, but what about as I grow older?" Dean sighed. "Yeah, I've had to think like that before too."

Her face was covered in question so he continued. "I am in love, or was, with an angel. He's human now though." She smiled. "I'm glad that worked out for you. Was that the man Gregory saved earlier?" Dean nodded. "So you wouldn't happen to have forgiven him, would you? I mean he didn't do anything wrong." Her voice was the same plea she'd used earlier in her worry for the strange black haired man.

Dean was silent for a minute. "Yeah sure. Just don't tell Sam or Bobby. Leave that up to me." She smiled a wide smile. "Oh thank you!" Gregory entered the living room then, his face pinched in annoyance. "I was waiting but you took so long I came to get you." She smiled. "I'm fine. I'll be up in just a few minutes. Let me say goodnight to Dean." Gregory smiled then, Dean could see how it affected her. "Okay, I'll be waiting." She turned back to Dean. "He was worried, don't let him fool you." Her smile then said it all, and putting everything she'd told him in the story it made even more sense. "You're in love with him."

"What? N. . .no I'm not." She stuttered, sealing what Dean could already tell was true. "Why don't you tell him? I know he feels the same for you." She blushed. "We're all each others got, it's not like that with us." Dean grinned at her. "Sure it's not."

"I'm heading up to bed before Gregory come back down. You should go upstairs, I bet your friend will be waking up soon." Dean stood. "You're right." They walked silently up the stairs and before she turned away from him Dean grabbed her wrist.

"Look I don't know exactly what happened to your friend but I've been there before. I've been lost and had no one to help me. So if you want some help from people who know what they're doing just stick around a little longer than tomorrow." She smiled wide at him. "Thanks Dean." He nodded.

He felt like he could relate with her. When he'd made his deal and Sam had come back he hadn't thought anything bad would happen to Sam. But when Dean went to hell, things changed. Sammy spent more time with Ruby. She talked him into practicing with his powers and drinking demon blood. Now Sam was a strung out junky trying hard to resist his quick fix.

Dean sighed as he entered his bedroom. He understood her and it made him want to help. Dean had opened the door silently but still Castiel's open eyes found his with ease. A smile spread wide on both of their faces.

Dean made his way over to Castiel, still smiling when he reached out to take his hand. Castiel looked Dean deeply in the eyes, both rememorizing the others face. It was a little strange to see Cas's eyes devoid of the sparkling light of his grace, but Dean could get used to it. "I've missed you." Dean sunk onto the mattress beside his fallen angel. "I've missed you too Cas. It's been a long couple of weeks without you."