August 15, 1994 at the motel six just outside of Boston

It was only three in the afternoon but the skies were heavy and dark. Rain seemed to be pouring down in buckets just outside the motels doors. A petite sixteen year old girl stood at the motel counter pulling out crumpled soaked dollar bills from her pockets and tossing them on the counter. The man at the desk frustrated made an attempt to straighten them out as he counted it. "This is only seventy five," he glanced at the currency. "It won't pay for anything," he looked up at her.

"Yeah well it's all I got," chilled to the bone she ran her fingers through the wet strands of hair that had begun to fall in her face sniffling.

He smirked looking her over, "maybe we can work something out?"

She rolled her eyes and reached out beginning to pick up the money, "go to hell."

He grabbed her wrist, "wait." It was obvious the girl was troubled. He felt a bit guilty for his outburst. "I have a room, 325 on the end. We been using it for storage we don't rent it out much. The wall paper is peeling and the air don't work. I let you stay there for a week no maid service," he nodded hoping to give this girl a chance. He was worried she would end up another runaway working the streets. She looked at him with a raised eyebrow skeptically taking the key off the counter, "yeah thanks." She turned to leave he called out, "ahhh uh here." He handed her back twenty dollars. "You look like you need it," he smiled as she snatched it out of his hand. He couldn't help himself from admiring her back side as she left with a chuckle.

Faith settled in throwing her duffle bag in the chair by the door that poor sack contained her only worldly possessions. Tomorrow perhaps she could look for a job. The diner down the street had an opening for a waitress. It looked promising. She went in the bathroom to grab a towel in an attempt to ring some of the water out of her hair and clothes. As she came out she noted the sound of her tummy rumbling. It been awhile since she had grabbed a bit to eat. There was some change in the bottom of her bag. She figured it be enough to get a bag of chips and a coke. Seeing how she didn't know when she be able to get any more money she wasn't quite ready to blow the twenty just yet. Dressed in a white tank top and a pair of little blue jean shorts she headed out of her room to hit the vending machines.

The girl wasn't paying attention as she walked out of her room. as busy bustling counting her change. The next thing she knew she was slamming into someone. For a bShe wrief moment he looked annoyed, "hey!" As he took note of how hot this distractible brunette was his demeanor quickly changed. She looked up trying not to smile as she noticed his intense hazel green eyes and playful grin. She began walking once more trying to pretend she wasn't looking at him out of the corner of her eye.

"Look ummm I am sorry about that back there. The name's Dean," he ran catching up to her. She looked over to see his smirking face. She only smiled not saying a word telling herself to play it cool. This guy was kinda hot, but she didn't want him to think she noticed. "And you are?" he raised an eyebrow. "Didn't say," she grinned as she walked over to the coke machine. "You know you look familiar?" he began to study her eyes instead of those curvaceous hips and backside of hers. "That line work often?" she chuckled bending down to get her drink she noticed his gaze going back to her rear again.

"It's not a line well at least not this time," he gave her a cocky grin once again. She popped open her drink beginning to walk around him. She paused looking over her shoulder at him, "Faith." She grinned walking off brushing her hair back and staring over her shoulder as she went. He knitted his brow together the name was hauntingly familiar. It was her. The one person that he wished he never lost contact with. The one girl he actually cared something about. Although he was looking at her now with all new eyes. She had really filled out.

"Faith Lehane?" he ran around to stand in front of her. She was taking a sip of her coke and stopped short. "How the hell did you know that?" she studied him for a minute. A sudden moment of realization washed over her. "Dean Winchester? Man you really grew up," she raised an eyebrow giving him a playful smirk as she looked his body over wantingly.

The two seem to reconnect almost instantly. Dean gave her a playful smile, "you wanna go back to my room?" Faith chuckled, "damn man you don't waste anytime?" He suddenly seemed flustered, "nah nah nothing like that just thought you wanna you know catch up and all. My brother Sammy is in there playing his video games. I won't try nothin scout's honor," he held up his fingers to show his pledge. "Man that's too bad," she smirked and began to walk with him her comment almost causing him to stumble.

The pair walked into the hotel room Sammy's head snapped up, "who's she? Dad's not gonna like you bringing girls here." Dean shot him an annoyed glance, "she's not a girl." Faith's eyes fluttered, "gee thanks. And here I thought I had all the qualifications." Dean looked back over at her, "you know what I mean." He bent down grabbing a couple of his dad's beers out of the mini fridge. Sam's eyes grew wide, "I'm tellin!" Faith took the beer from Dean then bent down to talk to Dean's 12 year old brother, "relax little man. This can be our little secret." She tapped him on the nose before turning to take Dean's hand. She followed him out on to the balcony to gaze at the darkening sky.

She sat there on the ground crossing her ankles and staring off into the night. "So where is your dad anyway," she glanced over at him as he took a long sip of his beer. "Hunting trip," he sat his beer down. "And your mom," he looked over at her. The question sparked a degree of irritation she hated to think on it. She started to blurt out street corner or at least that was the last place she had seen her. "She bolted again," she raised her drink nodding.

"So what happened to you after that night?" she gazed over into his hazel green eyes. He knew what night she was talking about it was the last night they set eyes on each other. Dean wasn't accustom to telling anyone the truth for many reasons. One most people wouldn't believe the tale demons and hunting sounded like something out of a scifi movie. The other was he wasn't use to letting anyone close he kept up the wall building a façade that he was someone else just an average kid. One couldn't exactly go around in his line of work admitting who they really were, but this was Faith. She was the only girl that truly had known and understood him. 'You wouldn't even believe me if I told you," he shook his head. "Try me," she settled back leaning on the palms of her hands.

"You remember that fire that night?" his voice grew heavy. There was a weight to the story he was about to tell. "Yeah," she knitted her brow together not expecting what he was to say next. "The fire?...It wasn't an accident. There was this man that night came into Sammy's room. My mother walked in on him so he killed her. He was the one that caused the fire," he could tell Faith was shocked but she remained silent waiting for him to finish his tale. "He was a demon Faith. He had yellow eyes," he downed the rest of his beer.

"Wait a minute you mean to tell me your saying demons are real? Like for real for real? Shut up," she sat up straight. For a moment he wished he hadn't blurted all of this out to her. He thought she didn't believe him. "Hell why not. I had a run in with a vampire myself. The Foster's had one held up in their attic, their son. They just could bear to part with the little nipper," she chugged some of her drink. "You had a run in with a vampire?" he looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Yeah gave guy one hell of a sun burn before I bailed," she shrugged. He nodded suddenly getting the bigger picture. He wasn't the only one experiencing the darker side of life.

"Anyhow," he began to open up again feeling accepted now that he knew she believed him. "Dad kinda lost it, been out for revenge. He's been hunting the damn thing all over the country killing all sorts of things along the way. Hell, he even has me doing it. Knew how to handle a gun before I was eight. We never stay in one place to long and he's never home. I kinda end up stuck with Sammy most of the time," he trailed off for a moment debating whether to let it all out. "That' where he is at now..out hunting?" Faith looked back over at Dean. "Yeah been gone about three days now," his gaze met hers. "Sometimes….I just wonder what it would have been like you know if mom lived. Have a normal life, be a normal kid," he tried to smile for her. She nodded in agreement understanding this statement far better than he could possibly imagine.

She reached in her pocket pulling out her cigarettes and extracting one of them from the container. He raised an eyebrow as she lit up, "since when do you start smoking?" She chuckled, "since when did you start shaving?" He nodded beginning to smile himself, "alright fair enough." He turned his full attention to her now, "how about you?" She cocked her head, "me?" She shook her head taking a long drag off her cigarette, "nothing to tell. My aunt gave up on me nothing new. Everyone seems to." She flicked the ashes of the end of her Marlboro, "Mom couldn't keep it together. She was gone most of the time or high. She never knew where I was what I was doing. I was pretty much on my own. Not that I was complainin' sure beat when she was there with those grabby boyfriends of hers. They tried putting me in foster care. You know how well that turned out. So I ended up here," she took another draw off her smoke.

Sammy opened the door to the balcony, "Dean I'm hungry." Dean looked up, "go have some cocoa puffs." He shook his head defiantly, "I don't wanna." "I'm busy right now can't you wait for a few. There are some chips in there," he tried to dismiss his little brother. Faith chuckled snuffing out her cigarette and flicking the butt off the balcony. "It's alright," she leaned over giving Dean a pop kiss. The boy's eyes grew wide not expecting it. The act rendering both boys silent for a moment as the girl struggled to her feet, "I gotta jet." She wiped the palms of her hands off on her jeans, "take care of your little brother. I'll see you tomorrow." He was quick to get up, "Faith wait." The girl already made it out the door.

August 17,1994

Faith sat on top of the washing machine with her ankles crossed as she watched Dean folding clothes. "First kiss?" she grinned as they seemed to be engaging in a round of twenty questions. "Elizabeth Adams just outside of flagstaff," he chuckled. "Were you all shy?" she flipped her hair back. "Me baby? Never," he gave her a sly grin. "She give ya the warm an' fuzzies?"she began to flash him a playful grin wrinkling her nose. He ignored the question. Only one girl ever had that effect on him really and she was staring at him with those big brown eyes this very moment. "How about you?" his eyes met hers as he put down the item he was tending too. "Danielle Walker felt me up before homeroom," she smirked. "First time?" she raised an eyebrow. The questions came to an end just as the youngest Winchester came running into the laundry room, "Dean can I have another quarter?" Faith brushed some hair back behind her ear as she watched Dean delve out one last coin. "Cute kid," she grinned.

August 20. 1994

It had been an awesome five days. There was nothing the two of them hadn't discussed in there short time together. They shared and did everything together. It had been so long since either of them had been that close to anybody.

The phone rang eight thirty in the morning. Dean still half asleep in his bed fumbled for the phone. "Mm hello? Dad?" he sat up in bed wiping the sleep from his eyes. "Dean, I'm finishing things up here. I'll be back home for you guys tonight. We're going to head out towards Cleveland get you guys set up in school there," the man on the other end rambled. "No wait dad I kinda was hoping to stay around here for a bit," he tried to wake up give his father his full attention. "The jobs over here. I have some leads in Cleveland I need to follow up on. Get your things together," John hung up on his son. Dean stared at the phone almost as if it had the plague. Aggravated he hung it up placing his head in his hands. He knew this moment was coming just kinda hoping it wasn't this soon.

Later that afternoon…

Dean knew that Faith would be walking through his door at any given minute. He had been mulling the situation over all day with a heavy heart. He knew that he would have to tell her the truth that he was leaving. He was still sitting there lost in thought when the brunette came bouncing through his door way. Dean's head popped up watching hey sway into the room. "Hey sexy what's going on?" she tilted her head. Dean didn't reply he just shot a glance over at his brother, "Hey Sammy." He held up his last ten dollars, "why don't you split go hang out by the pool or somethin for a few." Faith had already wandered over to the table glancing through Dean's tape collection, "you know that these are out dated right?" He stood up sticking his hands in his pockets, "nah babe never those are classics." He looked over watching Sammy dart out of the room with money in hand. "You kiddin? No body listens to Metalica anymore," Faith retorted.

Dean pulled his hand back out of his pocket motioning for Faith to have a seat. "Listen we need to talk," he walked over sitting down next to her running his fingers through his hair. Faith raised an eyebrow, "yeah so spill." He looked down at the floor unable to look her in the eyes, "dad called he's coming home." She looked over watching him carefully. "He's says that we are heading out to Ohio," he took a deep breath. "When?" she tried to keep her tone flat to keep from showing how much she cared. "Tonight," he looked up his eyes meeting hers. "I see," she looked away. "I knew you were going to go away but hey it was fun while it lasted. Look don't get all sentimental," she could feel her eyes begin to tear up. He shook his head, "Faith I never felt for anyone like I have you. Your always the one."

Faith turned back towards him gazing into his eye she held a finger to his lips stopping him from going any further. The boys words were tearing her apart. She couldn't deal with the news just yet of losing someone else from her life. Suddenly she brought her lips crashing into his. She kissed him with a growing fire. She could deal with the pain tomorrow. Tonight she needed to feel him be close to him. If this was the last night they had together she wanted it be one he would never forget. Faith slowly crawled sliding over into his lap straddling him. Dean ran his hands along her back to rest on her hips. The pair's tongues entwining as their hands explored. He began to run his hand up under her shirt caressing her creamy flesh as he made his way to her lacey bra.

Just then the door flew open. Dean quickly yanked his hand back. Startled Faith fell backwards off Dean's lap. She quickly got up pulling and tugging at her disheveled clothes. "Dean you wanna tell me what is going on here? I found Sammy outside by himself," he held his hand up keeping Sam from entering behind him until he knew Faith was completely covered. "I think it is best you leave young lady," he gave her a stern glance. She shot a glance over towards Dean, "later."

"I can't believe how totally irresponsible you are. I told you never to leave Sammy alone. Who was that girl!" his voice getting louder. "Nobody," Dean snapped looking away. Faith had lingered just outside the room. She heard the voices echoing just outside. The words nobody felt like a knife in her gut. She shot a glance at Sammy before taking off down the walk way back to her room. Sam came bargaining into the room, "Dean, Faith looks upset." John's expression softened as the name struck him. He remembered those haunting brown eyes. "Faith?" he looked over at Dean. Sam nodded, "Dean said he had known her for years." Dean shot him a look of irritation. "Sam why don't you watch some cartoons while your brother comes outside with me for a little chat," John looked at his youngest.

At first John had thought his son was just being an irresponsible teenage boy meeting some girl and hoping to get laid. He realized though that this might run deeper than that. "Son," he walked outside with Dean pausing to stand against the wall. "Was that?" he began to ask. "Yeah," nodded before his dad could even finish the question. "Look the kinda work we do. The things we get into. It's not safe. Anyone you get involved with could be endanger. I don't want to see you hurt. I don't want to see you go through what I had to with your mother," he placed a hand on Dean's shoulder. Dean nodded his head, "yeah your right." John placed a hand on his son's shoulder, "go on pack your things we need to head out."