Summary: We all know that Sam found love, only to have her torn away from him….but what about Dean? Before Dean went off to find Sam, he had also found love in a young girl named Madeline. What is their story? Well, read and find out…..

A/N: I'm not too sure where exactly I'll go with this….I just came up with it while watching a SUPERNATURAL marathon. Pleeze R&R

Chapter 1:

"Dean, why do you have to go?"

"I told you, Madeline, I have to find my father."

"But your father always goes on hunting trips and he has always come back. Why is this time any different?"

"I'm just worried about him, Maddie; he is always back by now."

"Well, let me go with you then. We can look for your dad together."

"No. I have to do this alone."

"Same old Dean, full of mystery. I think that's why I fell in love with you in the first place. Do you remember when we first met?"

"Met? What do you mean? I saved your ass!"

"Hey! I could swim just fine. I let you 'save' me. How often do you think a handsome man has ever come to my rescue? I wasn't going to let that pass me!"

"Oh really?" Dean laughed at this. That's what he loved about Madeline; her wonderful wit and irresistible charm. About one year ago, Dean was walking near the lake and saw Madeline struggling in the water. He dove in and pulled her to shore, and things just unraveled from there.

He had been so busy killing evil with his father that he had missed most of his youth. His younger brother had gone off to college, but Dean had to stay behind because his father needed him.

"Well, when will you be back, Dean?" Madeline was a good head shorter than Dean, with mid-back length curly chestnut colored hair. Her piercing green eyes often stared Dean down and won her side of the argument. The weather was warm and humid, a typical Kansas summer night. Still dressed in her spaghetti-strap summer dress, she looked positively gorgeous in the moonlight. Her body seemed to glow with a heavenly shine, and Dean was fighting to get the words out that he had meant to say from the beginning of their conversation.

He had to say it, but how could he? It would break both their hearts, but he knew it had to be done; there was no other way. It couldn't be avoided. His life was cursed with loneliness and solitude. He was a one-man army, given the task of saving complete strangers from evil creatures.

It was impossible for him to keep up his relationship with his darling Madeline. She would never understand why he had to do it; she would never believe him. He didn't want her to get hurt; he had to hurt her to save her. She would never understand.

Dean wrapped her in his arms; he wanted to hold her one last time. He took in everything about her; the touch of her tender, fragile skin against his strong body, the smell of her fresh hair, her innocent view of the world. She had no idea how much evil there was out there. He could never expose her to what he faced all the time; it just wouldn't be fair.

Then, gently lifting her chin to meet his gaze, he embraced her in a loving kiss. It was the most tender experience of his life; he placed all his emotions in their final kiss. Everything he ever wanted to tell her was placed in that final, parting kiss.

Madeline sensed this feeling of sorrow, for when their lips parted, she was no longer smiling, she knew that something was about to happen.

"…Dean, is everything alright? Why did that felt like good-bye? Dean! You're crying!"

Tears had formed in the corner of his eyes; he knew that he shouldn't have gotten attached, but he was only human, and he wanted, needed her. He needed to feel a loving embrace, to care for someone so wholly, and to know that she felt the same for him.

"Baby, whatever it is, you can tell me. Whatever it is, let's face it together."

"Madeline…" He started, but there was no way he could finish.

"You're leaving…for good, aren't you?" Tears now began to form in Maddie's eyes as well, for she had figured out what was torturing Dean.

"I can't explain it all, but I need you to understand that I'm only doing it because I don't want to hurt you. I would never be able to forgive myself if anything ever happened to you."

"I don't know what is going on with you, Dean, but I know that something has always troubled you. I knew that from the moment I saw you; you have a burden, I just can't figure out what it is."

"Maddie…"

Maddie silenced Dean by placing her index finger tenderly over his lips.

"Shh…it's alright, Dean. You do what you have to do, just don't forget about me."

"That's impossible, Maddie. I love you."

"And I love you, Dean. But I know we can never be together until you are able to face whatever it is that is haunting you."

Although he tried to resist, Dean had to laugh at Maddie's use of words. If she only knew what all was truly 'haunting' him.

"What's so funny?" At this, Maddie herself let out a little laugh.

"Nothing. I was just remembering all the wonderful things we've done together. I'm really going to miss it all."

"Me too."

Maddie then threw her arms around Dean and took in his powerful scent. She always thought he smelled of burnt cedar. She could never figure out why, but that scent always came to her when she was near Dean.

Tears flowed freely from Maddie, but Dean couldn't let his emotions take control. He knew if he let them take control, he would turn his back on his father, his brother, on his entire fate, and walk away with the woman he cherished more than anything on the planet.

But he knew he had to leave; he knew there was no way around it. He had to let go now, or he wouldn't be able to. After kissing her forehead, he gently pushed her warm, tiny body away from his.

The two lovers stared at each other for what seemed like eternity, until finally Dean turned around and got into his car and drove away. He looked back at Maddie through his rear-view mirror until she was merely a speck in the night.

Safe alone now, Dean let his emotions run freely. He cried until he felt completely empty inside; he had cried out all of his pain, fear, and resentment. How could he just leave her like that?

He had never felt this way about anyone. He knew he never should've gotten that close to her; he knew this was going to happen from the beginning, he just wouldn't let himself believe it.