Author's Note: This is a flashback to when Dean and Eleanor were teenagers, it's also a little bit of a back story to how they know one another.

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As she leaned against him, Eleanor could feel Dean's hand on her stomach. A small smile appeared on her face as she listened to his heartbeat. Sure she was a little afraid of what was to become of their relationship, but she was happy to be where she was, in his arms. Closing her eyes slightly, Ellie started to slip into sleep, she had not been sleeping very well since she started getting sick from the pregnancy. Feeling Dean lay back, she moved with him, curling up next to him with her head on his chest, her head falling with his breathing. It was not long after, Ella found herself asleep.

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Her thoughts started drifting a bit, before she heard 'It's A Long Way To The Top' by AC/DC, her favorite song growing up. She looked around to see that she was in the Impala, her and Dean sat up front. She glanced over at Dean, who was smiling and singing along with the song. Ellie smiled brightly at him as she started to sing along with Dean and the band. They were only about eighteen years old when they made the memory. It suddenly changed to the two of them in the motel they were staying at during this hunt.

"Babe, have you seen my wallet?" Dean s voice rang from outside the bathroom door. She quickly finished rinsing the soap off her body before she stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around her body before she grabbed another one and started to dry her hair, opening the door. Shaking her head at him, Ellie sat on the bed. "I checked my pockets and around the room, but nothing, he said to her as he walked over, a smirk on his face as he gently pushed her down on the bed. Smiling at him, Ellie wrapped her arms around his neck before gently kissing him.

"Did you check the car, Dean?" she asked, an eyebrow raised a bit at him. Shaking his head slightly, Dean moved his lips from hers' to her jawline down to her neck. Ella smirked as she pressed her body against his, she moaned softly as his hands moved to unwrap the towel from around her body. Leaning up, letting the towel fall as she did, Ellie roughly kissed Dean, gently biting his lip as she broke away slightly. Gently biting her lip as she felt Dean s hand move up her inner thigh, she moved slightly to give him more room. She saw the smirk he had on his lips as he teased her gently before standing back up.

"No, but when we leave I'll check. You, on the other hand, should wear the jeans that make your ass look good." Dean said, smirking the whole time he spoke to her. Ella could feel him checking her out as she stood up from the bed, leaving the towel there as she moved over to their duffle bags. She grabbed a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, a teal tight fitting tank top, no show ankle socks, a black and purple striped bra along with a matching thong. Sliding her underwear and bra on, she noticed Dean's eyebrow perk and his bright green eyes shine with love and lust. "Oh, the things I want to do to you." He said, his voice laced with seduction as he watched her.

"Well, it's going to have to wait until we take care of this wendigo I'm afraid." Ellie said with a smirk. She could not deny the fact that she wanted to take him right then and there but she knew the family who's son was taken by the wendigo was actually had faith in the couple to get their son back. As she slipped her jeans on, Dean made his way over towards her. He grabbed her waist gently pulling him close to him, resting his hands on her hips. Eleanor looked up at him, her eyes brown eyes toying with him as they stared into each other's eyes for a moment. "Dean, please let me get dressed so we can finish this hunt and I promise that I'm all yours tonight." She said with a wink, her voice smooth and sweet. "If you want to go get piss drunk in the next state, that's what we'll do." Ella said as she gently pushed him away, digging her nails tenderly into his chest. She kissed his lips in a passionate, tender kiss.

Dean pulled away from her kiss, looking at her half naked body as he bit down on his lower lip. His teenage hormones trying to swing in but his hunter instinct was telling him to put them aside, she was right. They needed to take care of the wendigo before they did anything else. The family was counting on them and Dean didn't really want to let his dad down again. Or Bobby Singer for that matter. "We'll drive to the next state, hit up a liquor store before hitting a motel so we can pick this up later." Dean said as his hands made their way over her torso. He loved the curves of her muscles, muscles she had been toning and keeping in shape for like twelve year now. "You know, in the twelve years or whatever we've known each other I still can't get over how great looking you are without clothes, half clothed, and fully clothed." A smirk pulling at his lips as his green eyes took her body in again.

Ellie could feel a warm sensation in her cheeks as Dean spoke to her. She put her tank top on before giving him a loving smile. "I like that idea too." She said, running a hand through her damp hair after pulling her shirt over her torso. Making her way to the other side of the room, she grabbed a pair of steel-toe boots before sitting on their bed and slipping them on. She tied them quickly before getting up and heading towards the door, making sure to grab her leather jacket and slipping it on. Elle glanced back at the guy who had managed to steal the young hunter's heart. He was honestly the only one she wanted now and she could feel that deep down somewhere she'd never want anyone else. His smile was one of the first thing had drawn her to him from the day she met him all those years ago.

Dean soon followed suit, they both knew they'd be stopping by the room one last time before the left town completely. He watched her ass as they made their way to the Impala, the memories of the two of them in the backseat caused a smile to appear on his features. There was one memory that stood out more than the others for him though but given what memory it was, it was one most guys don't forget. Eleanor Singer was his first. She was his first true friend, his first best friend, his first crush, his first kiss, his first love, she was even the first girl he slept with and he'd never forget what that was like. His gaze met her's as they got to the Impala, his cheeks flushed a light shade of red as he ran a hand through his hair. He slid into his side of the car as she slid into her's, that's when he noticed that he had a smile on her face as well.

"What's the the smile there, gorgeous?" His voice was sweet and light, filled with curiosity. His green eyes were shining with a hungry as he let his gaze drift towards her face as he started the Impala up. As he waited for her to reply he pulled out of where they were parking, his right arm reaching across the back of the seat. Dean's hand rested on Ellie's shoulder before he applied the brake and put the car in drive with his free hand. It was bugging him that he didn't know what the smile on her face was for.

Meanwhile, Eleanor glanced over at him before she slid closer to him. She landed a soft kiss on his cheek as she eyed the backseat. "Oh, just the memories we have in the backseat of this car." She said snuggling up to him a little. Moments like these were her favorite, the memories of the times she had with just Dean were her best. Elle knew that if John knew that she defiled his son in the backseat of his beloved car she'd be skinned alive. If John or Bobby knew the things that their son and daughter did would make them rethink letting them meet and spend so much time together. Ella let her gaze drift up to his face, watching him as he drove.

Dean couldn't help but chuckle at what she had said, a playful smirk appearing on his lips. He kissed the top of her head before pulling her closer slightly to his side. He was more that content where they were, driving to the outside of town to take care of a wendigo before leaving to head back to Bobby's. As he drove down the road, Eleanor turned the radio on before slipping an old Queen cassette in with a smile on her face as she rested against him again. He didn't need to say anything to her, she already knew she was the only one he let pick music out while on a road trip. Dean knew it made Sam mad that she got that prelievage over him but Sam would just have to get over that.

Once Dean and Elle got to the entrance of the campsite where the wendigo was taking people from, they got out and went to the back of the Impala. They eyes met for a moment as Dean unlocked and opened the trunk. When the trunk and he had opened the hidden compartment he kept his weapons in, there was everything from all types of guns, a couple flare guns, to holy water, to salt and gas. Grabbing a flare gun a piece and some refills, Dean closed the trunk before moving his hand to Eleanor's waist. "Look, if this goes bad, Elle, you need..." He started before she held a finger up to his lips.

"Don't give me the 'get out and save yourself' speech, Dean. If this goes bad, we're either both getting out or we're not. There is no one of us getting out of here without the other." Eleanor said sternly to him, her eyes were soft and loving. She gently kissed his lips before giving him a smile. "Come on, lets kill this son of a bitch and get to the next state." She spoke as she grabbed his hand in hers and started to walk towards the area that the last victim was known to be camping. Ellie wasn't really sure how she felt about this one, Bobby and John normally didn't send them on trips like this. But it's an opportunity to prove to their dads that they could handle hunting and maybe be able to get to hunt more.

Dean just gave her a short nod as he gave her hand a light squeeze. There was something about her that made him go crazy, he had a soft spot for the girl next to him and there was no way he could deny it when he let her break rules that he didn't even let Sammy break. She had seen a side of him that Dean himself hadn't even seen. Dean made sure to keep an close eye on Eleanor as they walked throughout the campsite, looking for clues and signs. He had bent down to get a closer look at the drag marks on the ground when he hear it. The sound that made his heart stop, drop to his feet, and break all at once.

Eleanor was right through a small patch of trees, looking at the remains of the tents that the campers had used. They were shredded, if she was a normal civilian she'd say they looked like a bear had been through here but her hunter trained eye knew better. She had been on one other wendigo hunt before this and that was with her dad. That was a few years ago and all she really got to do was the boring research and get Bobby's supplies ready. Ellie wasn't allowed to go with him when he went to actually kill it though, he made her sit in the motel room looking for their next hunt on their way home. After Bobby killed the son of a bitch, he took her back to show her what the creature looked like and the damage it did. Comparing that scene to the one in front of her, Eleanor knew it was for sure a wendigo that her and Dean were hunting. Before she could stand up to look and call out for Dean, she heard something in the brushes in front her.

Holding her breath, she stayed as perfectly still as she possibly could. The movement stopped but Elle stayed where she was, barely breathing afraid that she might get the attention for whatever it was that was on the other side of the brushes. A minute or so had passed before she took a deep breath in and stood up slowly, the flare gun she had at the ready. Biting her lower lip slightly and moving forward she prepared herself for the worse. She prayed it wouldn't be the wendigo, she knew she could probably take it on by herself but if something happened and she somehow managed to screw it up she had to pray that Dean would be able to finish what she couldn't. As she got to the brushes, Elle held her breath once more as she peeked around them. There was nothing there. Maybe it was just her mind playing tricks on her, she had been living on greasy food, coffee, unhealthy amounts of booze for her teenage body, not to mention barely sleeping.

Turning around she was faced with the one thing that she was not wanting to run into. Aiming the flare gun at the wendigo's heart and pulled the trigger, only for it to get jammed. She let out a soft curse before the creature strutted over to her, hitting her over the head with his arm. She let out an earsplitting scream before she fell to the ground at the wendigo's feet. Ellie's vision started to blur then she started to lose consciences but not before hearing Dean scream her name.

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Author's Note Part Two: There will be more to this dream/flashback/back story in the next chapter! Promise!