Amie walked out of the hospital doors, followed by Sam. She was worried about bumping her cast and damaging her arm any more, but the doctors had assured her that it was okay. She just needed to make sure she didn't have to go back to the hospital where so much happened in such a short time.

"You okay?" Sam asked.

"Yeah," Amie replied quietly, looking around the edge of the building. "Where's Dean gone?"

"Probably gone to Bobby's," Sam said, holding out his hand to take Amie's bag.

"It's okay, I got it."

They walked down the road, talking, all the way into the town. Amie tried to have a normal conversation with Sam, talking about their childhood, but she couldn't stop thinking about her Dad and was sure Sam was the same.

"My Dad didn't really like me being so studious," Sam said quietly, after talking about their average grades.

"I dropped out of school before I really got to that kind of age."

"How old were you?"

"10. I'd been struggling through school ever since my mum died, my Dad was going insane. He'd begun hunting when I was 8, then eventually pulled me out of school so I could hunt with him," she said.

"How did your Mum die?"

"Dean didn't tell you?" Sam shook his head no as they stopped walking, reaching a bus stop. They were the only ones there. "She was killed by a vampire."

"I didn't know. Sorry," Sam said.

Amie smiled sadly and shrugged. "She was great, my mum. So funny, so helpful. Terrible cook, though! God, the amount of times she set off the fire alarm with burning food… You should've met her Sammy, she would've taken you boys in. She always wanted more kids. I'm pretty sure my Mum and Dad were trying for another baby when she died, but my Dad never spoke about it and now-"

Amie choked back tears. Sam wrapped his arms around Amie's shoulders and pulled her in for a hug. She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his waist, breathing through her mouth.

"She seems nice."

"Sam, I'm worried I'm gonna forget her. The more people that I know who die, the more people I have to remember. I can't even remember how her voice sounded, I can't remember the exact colour of her eyes," Amie rushed. "I'm already beginning to forget my Dad."
Sam sighed. "It's okay. As long as you remember her. Remember all those saturdays you spent together, early mornings. I can't even remember my Mum."

Amie pulled away from Sam, her arms still wrapped around his waist.

"It's strange how similar our lives are, don't you think?"

Sam shrugged. "I guess…"

"Think about it Sam. My mum died when I was young, your Mum died. My Dad took me off hunting, so did yours. We all separated from our Dad's for a while, then on the same night we find out that our Dads are dead. It's weird."

"I guess every hunter's life is similar, though. You don't start hunting for the fun of it, Amie. Everyone starts because of something. Everyone dies young."

Amie looked up at Sam evenly for a few minutes. The bus arrived and she let go of him and stepped on, Sam paying for the ride. They sat down right at the back of the bus in silence.

"I'm sorry," Sam said.

"For what?"

"That I said everyone dies young. We won't. Me, you and Dean, we'll live as long as possible."
Amie smiled sadly and shook her head. "It's not that. I don't know, it's been a long week."

Amie leant into Sam as the bus took them to the only place Sam thought of as home; Bobby's.

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The door opened, Bobby waiting on the other side.

"Sam," he said.

"Hey Bobby," Sam smiled. "Is Dean here?"

"Hell, he's here. He's drinkin' all of my beer in the kitchen," Bobby smiled. "How you holdin' up, Sam?"

"Great," he said. "I mean, not so great, but…"

"I know. Amie, how are you?"

"I'm okay Bobby."

"Sorry I didn't visit ya in the hospital," he said, stepping back so they could both come in.

"It's okay Bobby," Amie said. "I understand."

You both put down your bags and walked through to the kitchen, where Dean stood, leaning against the counter.

"Dean," Sam said softly.

"Sammy, sorry I left like that."

"Dean," Amie breathed, wanting him to look at her.

"Wha'd'you want?" Dean said gruffly.

"Dean," Sam sharply hissed. "Amie needs to tell you something, and you better listen."

"What then?" He said.

Amie shrugged. "Don't matter."

"Amie," Sam said.

"Umm," she took a deep breath. "My Dad, he didn't leave me."

"What?"

"He died, Dean. My Dad's dead," she said, a tear rolling down her cheek. Dean watched Amie closely, confused. "The reaper," Amie gasped. "Tessa told me. My Dad died trying to save me."

Dean covered his eyes. "When you said you knew how I felt…"

"I meant it," Amie whispered. She watched Dean cautiously, then looked back up at Sam. Dean was as still as a statue.

"Dean," Sam said carefully, realising they had underestimated how drunk he was. Suddenly Dean let out a moaning noise, then swept an empty beer bottle off of the side, it shattering on the floor. Sam put his hands on Amie's shoulders and pulled her back towards him protectively.

Amie looked up at Sam over her shoulder. "He won't hurt me," she whispered.

"Not on purpose," he mumbled back. Amie's heart began beating harder, but she refused to cower away from Dean, her protector, her hero, her man.

"I can't do anything right," Amie heard Dean gasp painfully. She stepped forward, and for a moment Sam held on to her. She looked over her shoulder and looked at him softly, reassuring him that it was okay. She stepped forward again, and this time Sam let her go.

"Dean," Amie said softly, but he didn't look up. She reached out and cupped his cheek, and he looked up. "It's okay, you didn't know."

"I'm so fucking sorry," Dean breathed, tears dancing in his eyes.

"It's okay Dean."

"I didn't know, I'm sorry," he repeated. Amie could smell alcohol on his breath and moved closer to him, gripping him tightly. She needed to ground him, this drunk, broken boy. Amie pressed her body into him.

"Dean, sweetie, it's okay. You haven't slept properly in a few days, you're troubled. It's fine, just put down the bottle," Amie hushed him, trying to get him to put down his drink. He looked up at her, smaller than her by an inch as he was slumped against the side board, afraid.

"I'm sorry," he said, as Amie took the bottle from him. He pressed his face into Amie's shoulder. "I'm so sorry."

Amie hushed him and tried not to cry herself. This Dean was so different to the one she had met so long ago.

She loved him all the same.

"Come on sweetie," she said bravely. "Let's go see if we can find somewhere for you to crash."

Sam rushed over to help her drag Dean up the stairs to a bedroom where he could rest. He watched her carefully, taking almost all of Dean's weight himself.

When they finally helped Dean onto the mattress he grabbed Amie's arm, and for a second Sam grew worried, but Amie knew Dean would not hurt her.

"Stay," he choked.

"Of course," Amie smiled. She looked up at Sam. "Thank you so much, for everything today."

"Anytime," Sam said, moving round the bed to hug Amie. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he hugged her unnaturally tightly, finally letting you go when she thought she would pass out. Sam leaned over and ruffled Dean's hair, then rushed to the door, closing it behind him.

Dean reached up for Amie and she crept into bed next to him, snuggling into his side.

"You ditchin' me for my baby brother?" Dean mumbled.

"He is the better one," Amie smiled, kissing Dean's chest. He grunted, then fell asleep. Amie closed her eyes, breathing slowly.

She tried to fall asleep, but her head was too loud, too noisy.

Dad, John, Jess.