6 Months Later

Things have been remarkably smooth between Breanna and the boys the past few months. Once Dean asked her to move in they spent the next couple of weeks deciding what to move and what to get rid of. They also threw small celebrations for Christmas, New Year's, and Dean's birthday just the three of them. Sam was at first a bit worried about her moving in and was sure it would end up badly. He knew his brother didn't have the best record with ladies, and not to mention the small thing about them hunting for a living. He quickly turned around when he realized having her around meant getting some home cooked meals on top of a developing friendship. Dean would poke fun at them for hanging out as much as they did but there was really nothing that made him happier than the woman he loved and his little brother getting along so well.

Bree no longer worked at the bar full time because Dean said he couldn't handle the idea of her wearing low cut tops and serving drunken guys. She decided to make the decision to just go in if they needed her to work every now and then a month after they moved in together. She didn't really have a backup plan but Sam and Dean had convinced her they need her at the shop in town. So she learned a bit about cars from Dean and some of the employees, but she mainly just handled the paper work part of the business. It was easy enough and let's face it, dating the boss helped. She could do most of the work from home but she went in every day just to prove that she was to be taken seriously and Dean loved that about her.

Sam and Dean would come and go handling things like ghosts, something about an evil demon clown, and even a zombie. She didn't ask too many questions she just knew to be there if Dean needed her. He would never say anything, but she could always tell when it got to be a bit too much for him. Something happened making the past two weeks rough. Dean hadn't spoke much and was drinking more. It was starting to become an issue between the dynamic of the three. Bree was used to him not opening up too much but he always would at least give her a little bit of something, and Sam was starting to become more irritable. Sam had told her it had something to do with their dad and she knew it was a sensitive subject seeing as Dean barely brought him up unless it was to mention a memory of the past.

-IOH-

"Dean?" Bree asked from the doorway of the room they shared. He was sitting on their bed listening to Smoke on the Water from their record player with his eyes closed. When he heard her voice he smiled a little to himself before opening his eyes. He leaned over lifting the needle making the music stop.

"Hey, what's up babe?" He asked her quietly. He patted the bed beside him and she gave him a smile before sitting next to him on the bed. She sat facing him and pulled one leg under herself. She reached forward and lovingly touched his thigh a little.

"What are you up to in here? Sammy went into town to grab some groceries and we were starting to think you aren't going to leave the room at all today."

Dean had to look away; she was giving him a look that he couldn't handle. A look resembling pity. He clenched his jaw and she sighed. She grabbed his face gently with the hand that was on his thigh.

"Don't get upset with me, Dean. We just were wondering where your head's been at. You know that I love you and you can tell me anything." Bree gave him a smile and he couldn't help but relax a little.

He couldn't even count how many times she had said that she loved him but every time it warmed his heart. He wasn't sure how he could ever deserve someone as wonderful as her. He didn't say it much but it was so easy for her to share how she felt and it made him jealous at times. Dean rolled his neck preparing himself to speak, "I don't know what to say... I just..."

Then there was a knock at the door followed by the doorbell ringing. Bree gave Dean a confused look which he returned.

"Maybe Sam forgot his keys. I'll be right back, hold that thought." She flashed a small smile and gave him a small kiss. Watching her hop off the bed, he sighed again while trying to get his mind straight. He was thinking of exactly what he would say to her. How could he bring up that he was beginning to worry about his dad? He hasn't heard from him in a while and he was starting to think he had gone off the deep end searching for this yellow eyed demon. How could he bring up that at the moment he was just happy and kind of didn't care to waste any more time or energy on searching for the thing that killed his own mother? It was a hard thing to swallow and Dean was afraid to even say the words out loud.

When Bree got to the door she unlocked it and swung the door open expecting to see her goofy best friend. Instead she saw a handsome, dark haired older man. He had deep hazel eyes and a salt and pepper beard and dark hair. He was looking somewhere else when she opened the door and once their eyes met the man looked confused.

"Can I help you?" She asked politely, not entirely sure who this strange man was.

"Uh…yeah. Maybe I have the wrong house," he explained in a deep voice.

"Maybe, who are you looking for?" she asked again as nicely as possible.

"Dad?" Dean's voice bellowed somewhere behind her. She turned her head to see a very surprised Dean and he honestly looked on the brink of tears. Her head whipped back to the man in the doorway and he was giving a soft, sad smile.

"Hey Dean." The man's voice was control, and he appeared to have his emotions in check.

"Dad? Dean…this is your dad?" Bree asked. She didn't want to put herself between them but she was genuinely curious. Dean cleared his throat and the tears that brimmed his eyes disappeared in a couple of blinks.

"Yeah baby…this is my dad." He sounded different, cold and it made Bree worry.

"Baby huh?" Dean's father smiled. "Can I come in? Names John by the way." He held his hand out and she held it together long enough to shake his it, and move out of the way to allow him into the house. Once he was in she shut the door and leaned against it as she turned around just in time to see them embrace each other in a father son hug that was long overdue.

"I've missed you son." John said as he pulled away. Dean just shook his head in agreement. "It's been too long…I've apparently missed some things." He indicated to Bree and she wasn't sure what she was supposed to do in that situation.

"Yes sir. This is Breanna, my girlfriend." He held out his arm to her, and she softly removed herself from the door and made it to Dean in a few strides.

"Girlfriend, huh? Well that is new. Where's Sammy?" She tried to ignore the feeling she got when he said 'that is new', and the fact that Dean's grip got slightly tighter when it was said as well.

"He went to the store, he should be back any time now. I'll go make us some coffee, okay?" She glanced at Dean, who mumbled a thank you and placed a kiss on her forehead.

John gave her a smile and she immediately understood where the Winchester boys got their charm from. Once in the kitchen, she busied herself with making coffee. She even washed some of the dishes that were in the sink while trying to avoid listening to their conversation. Even though they were speaking in hushed voices she could still catch some of the conversation. There was disappointment from John about her living with them and the fact that Dean told her what they do for a living. There wasn't much coming from Dean other than agreeing with his father and she started getting an understanding as to why Sam wasn't a huge fan of their dad. While she was grabbing coffee cups the door that connected the kitchen and the garage opened. Sam was there with his arms full of groceries.

"I'm really starting to think I shouldn't be in charge of shopping anymore. I think I wiped the store clean." He said with a laugh. When she didn't laugh or acknowledge his joke he put all the groceries on the counter and gave her a questioning look. She gulped as Dean and John walked up behind Sam.

"Hey there, Sammy." John spoke and Sam turned so fast he almost lost his balance.

"Dad? What are you…I don't… Dean what's going on?"

There was no embrace like Dean and John had shared earlier. Just a subtle loving touch, John placed his hand on Sam's shoulder and gave it a small squeeze along with a heartfelt smile. She couldn't see Sam's jaw clench and unclench but she did see his body kind of tense with the touch. There was a moment where no one spoke.

"The coffee is ready." She said breaking the silence and locked eyes with Dean and he gave her a small smile but for some reason it didn't make the situation any better. She already had a cup for herself poured and mixed with cream and sugar. She grabbed her cup and walked up to the guys, "I'm going to go shower…It was nice to meet you sir," she said to John, looking him in the eye.

"Same to you, young lady. You must be very special to grab the attention of this one." She smiled and ducked her head while she chanced a glance at Dean and he looked embarrassed and sorry at the same time. Bree couldn't understand how John had this ability to say things that weren't really nice but make them somehow seem like a compliment.

"Thank you, but you're son is the special one." She gave a small smile and walked by Dean. She placed a small kiss on his cheek while giving him a look letting him know they would be talking later. Bree made it down the hallway quickly and shut the bedroom door behind her. She didn't know what to do, what to think, and she could only imagine what it was doing to the boys. She didn't even need a shower she just knew she didn't need to be anywhere near there for the moment. So she sat on the bed with her coffee and attempted to read a book. After about the tenth time trying to read the same sentence and with no more coffee she gave up trying to read and decided to go ahead and shower anyway.

After taking her time in the shower she spent too much time applying lotion to her body and reapplying make up. Dean still hadn't come to get her and she started to worry that maybe he up and left with his dad without saying anything to her. Panic setting in, she opened the door to their bedroom to hear voices and she felt relief. She only heard Sam and Dean, assuming that their dad had left she walked out of the room to join them. About halfway down the hall she heard Dean saying her name so she kept quiet and immediately stopped moving.

"Just because dad says something doesn't mean that you have to drop everything and follow him." Sam sounded aggravated.

"You think I don't know that, Sammy? But what else am I suppose to do? He said he needs us…he wouldn't ask unless he really needed to. You know as well as I do that he has a point. She's not safe here…not anymore. We are endangering her life…and for what? Because I'm too selfish and I can't let her go? I won't be the reason she ever gets hurt again and I mean that." She heard Sam sigh and tried to push her emotions to the side for the moment.

"What you two have is something special, Dean. And it's definitely worth it. She's a big girl, and I think she understands what she is a part of. Even if you think we need to go help dad that doesn't mean you have to end things with her…unless you just really want to break her heart. You know she will wait for you." Tears were beginning to prickle her eyes despite her trying her hardest to not let it affect her…it definitely was. She continued to listen, hearing Dean's strained voice.

"You think I want this? I would never want to hurt her but you know better than almost anyone Sam…dad is right. She isn't safe; you saw what happened to Jessica because of all of this. Dad lost mom and the only way he's going to ever come back to his normal self is to finally finish this. Then she and I can work everything out." Dean's voice sounded strange to her. Almost like John's voice had sounded to her, harsh and heartless. This wasn't her Dean and she couldn't sit here and listen to him be like this.

She stormed into the living room, not holding back the tears and not saying a word. Looking at Dean, she saw he was looking at her like he was trying to convince himself to not comfort her. Sam stood up when he saw her enter the room. "Bree.. You didn't need to hear this. It isn't what it seems," Sam tried to explain but she didn't allow him.

Her eyes never left Dean, "No I think it is exactly what it seems. Your dad comes by for the first time in over a year and your brother has decided our relationship isn't worth it."

"Baby, that isn't...''

"No.. Dean you've said enough. And you know what? I don't care. I love you with all of my heart Dean, and I love you too Sammy. You two are the best things to ever happen to me. You aren't getting rid of me that easy. I don't care what we have to do but I promise you that we can make this work. If you can look me in the eyes right now and tell me you don't love me and you want this to be over…" she took a deep breath and Dean's eyes finally met hers, "then it will be. I'll move on with my life but if you even love me a little then I'm staying." She finished confidently, only one lone tear sliding down her cheek.

Dean swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down while he glanced at his brother. Sam was giving him a look that only can be explained as the beginning of disappointment, and Dean couldn't take it. Without saying a word he stood up, snagged his keys from the counter and headed to the garage to take baby out. He heard Breanna yell after him followed by Sam doing the same but he didn't stop. He could talk to them later but right now he just needed some time to himself and this was the only way he knew how to do it.

Thanks everyone for being patient and I hope you liked this chapter! Let me know what you think.

I fixed somethings to the previous chapters 1-10, doesn't effect the story just little things here and there to make the writing a bit better.

A big shout out to AHChidemebabe taking the time to beta for me :')