Dean was bleeding, and the doctors weren't doing anything about it. He wanted to see Charlie, because he knew he was dying. It had been two days since Charlie rushed him through the emergency room doors, and the gash that the demon had left on his torso wasn't even starting to heal. The demon must have stabbed him with something cursed or poisoned.

Dean layed in his hospital bed, when Charlie came bursting through the doors. He was on serious painkillers, and could barely tell it was her. It was the first time he had seen her since that night. "Dean, I know that you're a demon hunter, and there's something I should tell you about me, I'm a witch."

Dean couldn't believe he was hearing that, so he said what he was thinking. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Shut up." She said in a not mean way and kissed him.

The rest of the next few hours was a blur to Dean. He knew she fixed him somehow, she was very powerful.

Dean woke up and touched that spot that was still scarred to this day. Every now and then he felt something in that scar, almost like there was some form of magic still coursing through him. He couldn't even begin to comprehend the emotions he felt when he got that feeling, only one was clear- love.

Dean got up and began to search the apartment. When he reached the bathroom, he looked behind the toilet paper rolls, and saw a safe. The lock was in letters, and not numbers, and he knew exactly what it would be.

Dean and Charlie were laying in bed one night, about a month after he had gotten out of the hospital, and Dean brought up the subject of marriage. "Do you think you will ever get married?"

"I used to dream of a fairy tale wedding, but now, I'm not sure. It's funny how you spend your entire childhood dreaming of something, thinking that it would happen just like in fairy tales, but once you grow up it's like everything is suddenly so much more complicated, and you have all these conflicting thoughts, and don't know how to deal with them." Dean reached over and traced a couple of the scars on her arms, then gently kissed them.

"Wow, with me I was always thinking that I would just spend all my time hunting the demon, and never settle down."

"Dean?"

"Yea? What's up?"

"Kylie"

"Am I supposed to get that?"

"I hope you won't have to."

Dean spun the dial on the safe, and it opened. He couldn't believe what he saw when it opened.

"Like You"

Stay low.
Soft, dark, and dreamless,
Far beneath my nightmares and loneliness.
I hate me,
For breathing without you.
I don't want to feel anymore for you.

Grieving for you,
I'm not grieving for you.
Nothing real love can't undo,
And though I may have lost my way,
All paths lead straight to you.

I long to be like you,
Lie cold in the ground like you.

Halo,
Blinding wall between us.
Melt away and leave us alone again.
Humming, haunted somewhere out there.
I believe our love can see us through in death.

I long to be like you,
Lie cold in the ground like you.
There's room inside for two and I'm not grieving for you,
I'm coming for you.

You're not alone,
No matter what they told you, you're not alone.
I'll be right beside you forevermore.

I long to be like you, sis,
Lie cold in the ground like you did.There's room inside for two and I'm not grieving for you.

And as we lay in silent bliss,
I know you remember me.

I long to be like you,
Lie cold in the ground like you.
There's room inside for two and I'm not grieving for you,
I'm coming for you.

A/N: The song is Like You by Evanescence. If I don't get at least ten reviews, I won't continue. Please review, even if you don't like it.