The quartet were now sitting in the Impala. Dean was seated in the backseat with Shaun, who was patched up, thanks to Sam. "Shaunie...about earlier...Th-"

"Oh gosh, I was too harsh, wasn't I? Shit, I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"

"No, Shaunie, I was gonna say… thanks. A lot. It means a lot, you know?" Shaun blushed, fidgeting a little and staring at her hands.

"Shaun, what did he… what did he mean, he 'killed your entire village?'" Dean asked gently. Shaun inhaled sharply. Her eyes glazed over as she remembered that night.

Screaming. That was all that she could hear. The bloodcurdling screams of the people she cared most about. Everything they strived for, everything they built, was gone; burned in a fire caused by a demon.

Shaun, age 11, was spared. She didn't know why or how. All she knew was that she was immune to the fire and she was being forced to watch her home collapse into ashes.

Yellow. Big yellow eyes. She remembered the eyes. She remembered the face. That sadistic grin. The bastard was enjoying it. He was getting a kick out of watching her village burn to the ground. And Shaun did not appreciate it.

She ran. It was all she could think of doing. Her parents were dead. Her friends were dead. She hadn't even left the village when the screaming stopped, leaving her with the painful silence. Everyone was dead.

She could feel the tears cascading down her cheeks, and her vision was blurry. She kept running, tripping and stumbling, struggling to get out of the dense woods her village was settled in while trying to control her power. The smell of ash and burning flesh wouldn't leave her nose. She came to the edge of the forest, not daring to stop running.

She'd been running for 2 years. Hiding out in the nearby city. That was when John Winchester captured her. That was the night Dean Winchester saved her life.

It was dark. She had no idea where she was. All she saw was a large silhouette, and then she was consumed by blackness. Her heart raced and she trembled with fear. She let out a yelp as her jacket clad arm collided with a cool, hard surface. She whimpered quietly as she was met with an enormous face, and it wasn't a friendly looking one.

"Why are you killing people?!" the man growled.

"I-I'm not I swear! It wasn't m-me it was a-" She was cut off as he shook the jar that was her prison. She cried out, her shoulder slamming into the side harshly.

"Tell me the truth!" he demanded.

"I-it was a Shifter, I swear! I-I-"

"How do we know you're not a Shifter? You get hurt by iron!" he argued.

"I'm a type of Fairy!"

The man glared, turning the jar in his hand. "Where's your wings? And why are you wearing clothes?"

"M-my species doesn't have wings! I can run r-really fast, but I can't fly! A-and I can shrink objects, l-like clothes! I promise!" she pleaded. He pulled out an iron knife.

"No. I don't need you anymore, and this is the only way to stop you from killing anyone else!" She let out a sob as he tipped the jar, beginning to open the lid. A young boy about her age walked in.

"Dad, NO!" he yelled, walking in and taking the jar, sending Shaun onto her shoulder again. He gently set the jar on the table.

"Dean, that- that creature has been killing people!" the man said.

"None of the shifters we know can change their size! You know that!" Dean reasoned. "Dad, think about it; do we NEED to kill her?"

The man sighed, "I guess not…" He glanced at Shaun.

"Ok Dean, we can keep her, but she's YOUR responsibility, got it? She's not allowed to leave your sight. And she has to become a hunter." Dean nodded, his lips pursed in a straight line.

"Ok Dad." The man left the room.

Dean turned to Shaun, "You heard him. You've gotta be a hunter now, and you CAN'T leave my sight. Ok?"

"O-ok.." Shaun replied, backing up into the glass. Dean smiled softly.

"I'm Dean, Dean Winchester. What's your name?" he asked quietly.

"I-I'm Shaun.." Dean grinned.

"Well Shaun, welcome to the family."

By the end of the story, Shaun was in tears. Dean was, too. He had no idea that her life and been so...traumatic. That son of a bitch is gonna pay, he thought, holding her close. She grabbed handfuls of his shirt, crying into his chest. John and Sam, who had heard the whole thing, stayed silent. Even John was a little sympathetic. He'd scared the life out of the poor girl.

Dean couldn't help but think back to when the demon was possessing his father. When Shaun was up on the ceiling…

The demon chuckled and went to the window, looking up at the ceiling and the fairy on it. "You know, this is fun; I could've killed you a hundred times today, but this-" Shaun cried out as she could feel an invisible knife cutting into her abdomen, the blood soaking her shirt.

His eyes screwed shut. He had almost killed her just like he killed his mother and Jess. He almost took her from him. There was no way he'd let that happen any time soon. No one was gonna take away his Shaunie.

But he just had to jinx it, didn't he?

The force of the truck was directed toward Dean and Shaun. The Impala was smashed and pushed forcefully down the road. No one had time to cry out. No one had time to scream or throw up their hands in a pathetic attempt of reducing damage. The windows were shattered. Shaun didn't even get to hear Dean call her name a final time before the world went black.

Her eyes didn't even bother to flutter shut.

Dean was in critical condition. He was technically dead, actually. So when he heard about Shaun, you can only imagine what he went through. He'd managed to channel that energy into using the ouija board Sam bought. He talked to a reaper named Tessa. He mourned.

When John sold his soul to save Dean, he couldn't help but wonder if this was all some cruel joke God was playing at. His best friend was dead. His dad was dead. His mom was dead. All he had was Sammy.

Sam and Dean continued hunting. Dean was never the same. He still tried to find a way to bring her back, but the hours he spent looking eventually dwindled to none. He stopped trying. He and Sam died, multiple times, came back, the works. Dean went to Hell. Castiel, an Angel, pulled him out.

They met many new friends, and many old friends died. They saw the apocalypse. They prevented the apocalypse. They met Satan.

They forgot Shaun.

But then, years later, when they discover Leviathans and Purgatory, Dean remembers. He remembers his fallen friend, remembers who she was, what she was. And then it clicked.

Shaun was in Purgatory.

So, when they defeated Dick Roman and Dean and Cas became collateral damage. They were sent to Purgatory. The first thing Dean does is look for Shaun. He tries everywhere. Cas goes missing. Dean meets Benny, a vampire. Dean tells Benny about Shaun.

And guess who Benny calls over?

None other than a little fairy with super-speed and a bloody pair of Converse.

Shaun was back.

And she was better than ever.