Amie and Dean lay in bed, cuddled together, a mass of tangled limbs and messy hair. Neither was asleep, but they just lay there, breathing deeply, feeling each other's presence. The thing curtains blew and danced in the breeze softly, letting light stream in. Amie traced patterns on Dean's bare chest, and his breathing would become irregular every few minutes. She smiled lightly, guessing this was because it tickled.

"You okay?" Dean asked in a husky voice, finally breaking the silence.

"'Course I am. Are you?"

"Yeah," he whispered in reply. Amie looked up at him, resting her chin on his skin.

"You don't sound so sure."

Dean looked at Amie, then sighed deeply. She wiggled up the mattress, so she was face to face with Dean, and interlaced her fingers with his.

"I almost died," he whispered. Amie nodded. "I almost died, and Sammy rang my Dad."

Amie's mouth twitched, knowing what was wrong. She leaned up, edging as close to him as the world would allow, and pressed her lips to his forehead. After a few seconds she pulled away.

"Doesn't it make you angry?" He asked, breathing heavily. "Doesn't it hurt?"

"What?" Amie asked, rolling onto her side and looking into his tired eyes.

"Your Dad," he whispered. Amie swallowed, her eyes tearing up. "How does it not kill you everyday knowing that he left you?"

She blinked a few times, looking up and at the windows, the light pouring through. The truth was, it always hurt. She never really spoke about her emotions, never really talked them over. So she never got over them really, they never left her own body. She just learned to live with it. The constant dull ache, wondering why he left, if Dean would too. The tiny ray of hope, that even though she had moved and it had been almost a year, he would come back for her. Because he was a hunter, he would be able to find her again. Because he was her Dad, he was meant to love her. But if he loved her, why did he leave her?

"It did at first," she whispered in a wavering voice. "But… I've got you and Sam. All the family I need."

Dean smiled softly. "I love you."

"I love you too," she breathed.

"You know I can see straight through you," Dean smiled, rolling onto his side as well.

"See through what?"

"I know you're hurting Amie. It's messed up that he left you, not just because he's your Dad, but because you are amazing. How could he leave you?" He paused to gently wipe away a tear from Amie's cheek, making her smile softly. "But I am so thankful every day that he did. Because if he had come back, if he had saved you, I would never have met you Amie. I wouldn't feel half as whole as I do now, and I wouldn't even know why."

Amie, nodded, smiling faintly. She lifted her hand and gently stroked his cheek, then cupped his face in her hand.

"It hurts. I'm not gonna lie to you," you whispered. "But we have eachother. We have Sammy. We can kill monsters on good days, and on bad days we can lie in bed and forget about the rest of the world. It hurts. But it's okay."

Dean swallowed, tears shining in his eyes. "If you weren't here… before you were here, I had to always be the strong one. I just… it was all, no emotions, no thoughts. Saving people, hunting things. Most importantly looking after Sammy. But now, I'm not going crazy anymore. I can finally breathe.

Amie smiled. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Dean stared at her, and a look that could only be described as pure love danced in his eyes. He wrapped his arms around Amie's bare hips and pulled her close to him, so that their bodies were pressed together.

"I never want to leave this bed." He breathed. Amie grinned and stretched her neck up, pressing a kiss to his lips.

"Then let's stay here forever," she whispered, her eyes still closed. "Grow old in this bed."

"Whatever you want Amie. We'll grow old and grumpy, we'll get all wrinkly," he said, tickling her ribs lightly. "We'll live here forever. Call this home."

"Home," she whispered, pressing another lingering kiss to his lips. He furrowed his brow, trying to get lost in the graze of her soft lips, become absorbed by her sensitive touch. He didn't care that they couldn't stay there. He didn't care that they had never really had a place to call home.

His head was completely full with the thought that haunted him late at night. Being a hunter, it had drawbacks on your life. It had negatives, as with your decision to be a hunter, you decide to sacrifice things that were all but guaranteed for others.

They would never grow old.