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: I do not own the show SUPERNATURL or any of the characters from the show. I do own ALL oc's, so no stealie!

A/N: I made up the town of Harpersville, Kansas, so any similarities are purely coincidental. Again to all the people who reviewed….you make me feel SO happy! Enjoy chapter 3!

Modern-Insomniac1138

Ghostwriter

Chapter 3

---------------------One and a half years ago----------------

"See the sign, Dean? Harpersville, four miles…" John Winchester asked his son as they made their way down the freeway. John had given the whole driving job to his eldest son, Dean, while John looked at the map and did his 'research'; research being looking through the obituaries in local newspapers to see if there was anything worth investigating. After seeing something out of the ordinary, John would dive into his journal that contained every single fact he knew about every evil creature. Although this was a rather helter-skelter way of hunting, it worked for the Winchesters.

The Winchesters being John Winchester and his eldest son, Dean; John's younger son, Sam, had gone off to college nearly half a year earlier. John knew that Dean would not leave because he was needed at home. Although John felt guilty about keeping his son from a normal life, the Winchesters did not have the luxury of a 'normal' life. Ever since John's wife was killed, the family has been hunting evil creatures madly, in an attempt to find her killer.

Their newest hunt was in a small town named Harpersville, in central Kansas. John had discovered a mysterious death in the obituaries from the newspaper in the next town over from Harpersville; two college girls were found in the woods, with no obvious cause of death. The case was still open, and as of yet, no cause of death had been discovered.

This might have seemed like a terrible tragedy to anyone else, but to John and Dean, it was telltale of some sort of evil creature's handiwork. They wouldn't know more until they got to Harpersville and began poking around a little.

"Yeah, I see it dad, thanks. So, why don't you read the obituary article one more time for us?" Dean always liked to be prepared; and to him, prepared meant having the facts down perfectly so he could assume a fake identity when they arrived and look the part.

"Alright, Mon Capitan!" John teased, and he got the newspaper out of his bag. "Okay, let me see…right, here we go. 'Trey Lambsy and Bekka Walters, ages 23 and 24, were found dead in the woods behind their dorm three nights ago. The girls were seniors at Harpersville College, and as of yet their cause of death remains unclear. There were no visible signs of a struggle, and the investigation is still open.' Now, did you get all of that, or should I read it again for you?" John always told Dean that he worried too much, but Dean said that you could never worry too much, especially in their line of work.

"No, dad thanks. This is our exit; hold on." Dean said as he veered to the right and made the exit.

"Hello Harpersville." John said. "I must confess, Dean, I didn't figure we would get here quite so fast; it's still early." 'Early' was a mild understatement; they had left their motel in the town over at around 5 am to avoid traffic, and had arrived in Harpersville at around 6:15 am.

"Oh well, dad, this way we can get a feel for the town. Nothing's open yet, so we can look around a little, you know, get used to the surroundings."

"Alright, but if I'd have known we would have made such good time, I would've slept a little longer." John did a fake yawn and stretched for dramatic effect.

"Haha, well, you can sleep tonight. Let's look around a little." With that, Dean turned onto Main Street, and they perused the area. Now when they say Harpersville was a small town, they meant it. There was one large bank, which was where a lot of the residents worked. The total population was about 1,870 people, which isn't a lot at all. On Main Street, which stretched from one end of the town to the other, there was the one bank, several small shops, three cafes, and a small grocery store.

The other residents of Harpersville either ran the various shops, worked at the grocery store, or were independently wealthy going all the way back to the Civil War. Harpersville had a mayor, but was ultimately governed by the wealthiest families of the town.

Dean and John drove through the entire town in less than half an hour. They drove by Harpersville College, which was one large building with two smaller dorm buildings on either side. Driving back onto Main Street, they saw a small bed and breakfast made out of a renovated 19th century Victorian home. It was 7 am by the time they parked in front of 'Lila's Bed and Breakfast'.

After John and Dean got a room in Lila's Bed and Breakfast, they walked down to one of the many cafés to grab some breakfast. They sat at a small table towards the back, and Dean ordered French toast with black coffee while John got pancakes also with black coffee.

"So dad, how do you want to play this one?" Dean asked his dad in a low voice. There were only a few more people in the small café, mostly students grabbing a quick bite before heading off to their classes.

"Well, I was thinking you would be a student reporter from Danton, and I would be your journaling professor."

"Sounds good; we read about the murders that happened in the next town over, and we come to investigate."

"Exactly, you're Dean Hawkins and I'll be Professor John Lester."

"Ah, the food's here…..thank you." He said to the waitress as she put the plates on the table. John and Dean ate their fabulous breakfasts, and then finished it off with their black coffee.

John got the bill, and then said, "I'm going to go down to the local Sheriff's Department and see if I can find anything out."

"Alright, I guess I'll head up to the college and talk with some of the people who knew Trey and Bekka."

"Sounds like a plan; meet back at the bed and breakfast later this evening."

With that, Dean and John walked out of the café together and then split ways. While John made his way to the sheriff's department, Dean walked back to the bed and breakfast and got his car. He decided to drive by the lake that rested on the edge of Harpersville and get to the college the back way.

Parking his car near the lake, he got out and started to walk along the shoreline. He was just about to go back to his car when he noticed some splashing not too far off from shore.

"Help me!" Dean heard a muffled cry from the water. Looking again, he realized that someone was drowning on the lake. He quickly took off his jacket and ran into the water to help the person out.

"Hold on! I'm on my way!" Dean yelled as he quickly swam out to meet the person. Right as he came upon her, she went under. He quickly dove under and pulled the limp form of a young woman back above the water. She wasn't breathing, but he had to get her to shore before he could help her. He swam as fiercely as he could, struggling to keep her head above the water as well as his own.

With her small, limp frame held tightly against his chest with one arm, he stroked with all his might to get back to shore, straining every muscle in his body.

He finally made it to shore, and quickly laid the young girl face up on the ground. Checking again for a pulse and not finding one, he began to perform CPR. After one repetition, the young woman coughed up water and leaned into Dean's form.

"That's good, just breathe; come on, just breathe." Dean was sitting behind the young woman now, supporting her body as she leaned into him, trying to catch her breath.

The young woman stopped coughing and turned around to face Dean. The two of them just looked at each other for what seemed like eternity, until Dean said, "Lucky I decided to go for a stroll, eh?" This made the young woman laugh; she looked so beautiful when she laughed.

"Lucky indeed." The young woman said. Dean stood and helped her to her feet. She was wearing a black bathing suit that showed off her curves very tastefully. Her long chestnut brown hair hung in wet clumps around her body; and the sunlight hit her startling emerald-green eyes.

"Thank-you…you know….for saving me."

"No problem, I was in the neighborhood." He flashed her one of his innocent smiles and noticed that she was slightly shivering.

"Here…" he said as he wrapped his jacket around her smooth shoulders. His hands lingered just a moment longer than they should have as he draped the jacket around her body.

"Thank-you….Mr?" the young woman asked

"Oh, right. I'm Dean."

"Dean, that's a nice name. I'm Madeline, but my friends call me Maddie. My stuff's over there. So, Dean, what brings you to Harpersville?" Dean and Maddie started walking towards the place where Maddie's stuff rested.

"How do you know I'm not from here?" Dean asked in mock suspicion.

"It's a very small town; everybody knows everybody here. So, what brings you here?"

"Well actually, I'm a student reporter from Danton. I'm here with my journalism professor. We read about the two girls who died at the college, and we came here to investigate."

"Really? You mean Trey and Bekka? They were good friends of mine; it's absolutely terrible."

"I'm sorry Maddie. Do you know anything about what happened that night?"

"All I know is what the reports say, and that they were really nice girls. They were friends of mine since grade school."

They had now reached Maddie's car, and she gave back Dean's jacket.

"So, how long are you here for, Dean?"

"I'm not sure, hopefully a long while."

"Well, thank-you again for saving my life back there."

"It's nothing, really."

As Maddie got into her car and shut her door, she asked, "I will see you again, Dean, won't I?"

Dean once again flashed her with one of his innocent smiles, and said, "It is a small town, isn't it?"

Maddie smiled and said, "It is, isn't it?" And with that she drove off.

Smiling to himself, he put his jacket back on and made his way slowly back to his car; he had work to do.

A/N: Did ya like….dislike? I know it's been a while, but I'm gonna try and update one more time before I go back to school. Review and make me happy!

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