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…..

Disclaimer: Okay, I forgot to do this for the first chapter, so I had better do it now: okay, I DO NOT OWN the show SUPERNATURAL, or any of the characters from the show. I DO OWN all OCs in the story, so no stealing!

A/N: I am not entirely sure where I'm going to go with this, so just keep reading and if you have any ideas just let me know; although I have a general idea….THANK YOU to the wonderful people who made me happy by reviewing…..you are all angels!

Modern-Insomniac1138

Ghostwriter

Chapter 2

He is gone. I can't believe it; Dean has left me. As she watched her love drive away into the humid Kansas night, Madeline felt all the strength leave her body, and didn't resist as she slumped to the ground. She sat there on the wet grass, crying.

I can't believe it. I don't know what I am going to do without him. Why did he have to leave me? He is just the same as every body else who has hurt me. He doesn't care about me; why wouldn't he take me with him? I would have understood. Doesn't he trust me?

Madeline cried with her loneliness; was it possible to feel so utterly lost and alone? Now Madeline had had her share of disappointments in her life. Her mother had walked out on her and her father when Maddie was just a little girl.

Slowly, Madeline's tears ceased. As she gathered her emotions of confusion, despair, and loss, she wiped her tears from her face and stood on her feet. Bending over to wipe the dirt from her calves and knees, she caressed her skin and rubbed the red marks made from the ground.

Drawing in a deep breath, she slowly made her way up the hill to her house. She knew that nothing would be the same without Dean, but she also knew that she would survive. Madeline was a strong person, although her petite form may have given a different message; she had already been through a lot, and knew how to take care of herself.

Just be numb. She told herself continually. Just be numb. Don't feel anything; run on empty. That way, you can't get hurt. Don't think about Dean; just don't even think about him.

By now, Maddie had made her way up to her old Victorian style house her father had left her. Her father had died almost a year ago, around the time she met Dean. Her father had been killed in a terrible fire, and he left all he had to Madeline and his dear friend, John Winchester.

She opened her front door and made her way inside. Upon stepping through the entryway, Madeline was flooded with memories of Dean. Was it possible that less than an hour ago she and Dean had shared a lovely evening? Looking over to the living room with the dying fire, she could see the two wine glasses and empty dinner plates.

Madeline stood in the empty hall near the front door with her eyes closed, memories of her time with Dean flooding her spirit. In that instant Madeline realized that she would never forget about Dean; his memory would be her 'fuel'. She would make it by running on her memories of her time with Dean.

Feeling somewhat renewed, Maddie locked the door and made her way upstairs to take a shower. She took off her cotton dress that was sticking to her body from the humidity and removed her sandals. Stepping into the hot shower, she felt all her pain wash away with the water. Standing there, letting the hot water flow all over her body, she rinsed off the remaining dirt from her tender skin.

After washing her hair and body, Madeline turned off the water and wrapped herself in a towel. She took her hand and wiped the fog from her mirror and studied her features. Her long, wet hair framed her tender face and fell over her shoulders. Madeline was a smaller person, but her face wasn't in the least bony; it was full and fleshy. She always had a natural color in her cheeks, and her eyes were a striking emerald color. She felt her lips with her fingertips, and then stroked her cheekbones.

It was now nearing midnight, but Madeline didn't feel tired in the least bit. Changing into her silky nightgown, she went over to her dresser and got out a leather-bound book. On the cover of the book were the words 'Our Life so Far: Madeline and Dean'. She ran her delicate fingers over the soft leather cover, outlining each letter with her finger.

Skimming over the pages and pages full of memories, Madeline felt that same sense of peace that came over here earlier when she realized that she would always remember Dean. Whatever it was that he had to work through, whatever was troubling him, she would always wait for him. It might seem naïve and childish, but Maddie was overcome with this feeling, and she believed it to be true.

She looked through the pages, until her eyes fell onto a particular picture. It showed Dean holding Maddie 'princess-style'. It was taken on their first date together; they had gone to a restaurant in the next town over that sat on a lake. Madeline, who always loved to preserve memories, took her camera almost everywhere with her. Dean got the idea to carry her 'bridal style' into the restaurant, and the seating hostess saw them and offered to take their picture.

Of course, the seating hostess thought that they had recently got engaged or the sort, but Dean explained that he was simply being 'courteous' to the lady. The hostess took their picture anyway, and it became their first memory.

Madeline carefully peeled back the protective plastic sheet and removed the picture. Holding the picture close to her chest, Madeline got into her bed. She kissed the picture once and placed it beneath her pillow. Turning her lamp off, she quietly cried herself to sleep.

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You fool! How could you get so attached to her? You knew this was going to happen from the beginning, and yet you insisted on falling for her! Now both of us have to suffer, fool!

Dean was doing almost 90 on the nearly deserted highway. His emotions were going out of control. He blamed his father for condemning him to this life of constant hunting. He hated his brother for getting to go off to college, while he had to stay behind because his dad needed him. He hated himself for getting involved with Maddie. He hated himself for hurting her.

You brought this on yourself, Dean! You know you did. You don't deserve her, anyway, you idiot! She is better off without you; you would never be able to protect her. She will be safe there, while you go off and look for your father.

Dean was still about three hours from Stanford, but he was already harnessing his emotions. Dean, you need to get a grip on yourself. You're going to have to get Sam, and you can't show yourself like this! Come on, get a hold of yourself!

Like it or not, you are not like every other man; your job sucks, but you have to do it. You have to protect people, and kill every evil creature you can get your hands on. That's your lot in life, too bad if you don't like it.