Memories (A Supernatural Fanfiction)

Dumbass

Dean's POV

It had been a year since Lia, was killed. I went off the deep end, no amount of alcohol numbed the pain. Sam tried, Bobby tried, hell even Jeff tried to help me. I saw her face every time I closed my eyes.

I was finally starting to move on, slowly but surely. I would say I'm getting better, but we would all know that's a lie.

"Dean, I got us a case, in Louisiana. A few people have gone missing, no bodies found, just a finger." My brother crashes through my self pity.

Hunting. It was our way of life, but every time we fought a demon, I thought of Lia, and her mysterious side. The demon side, I had only met it once, and it was a weird meeting, but now I'm almpst sure I would give anything to just see Behlalonia, it would be close enough.

Maybe I'm not even close to getting better, no matter what I tell anyone.

"Okay let's go Sammy." I say, getting up off the couch, and finishing off my beer bottle.

"Dean, are you okay? Don't lie to me."

"I'm fine Sammy, it's been a year." I say, not elaborating.

"I just know that you haven't been happy since then." Sam says, his brown eyes caring.

"Drop it, Sammy, let's just go, just go." I yell, picking up my bag, and slamming the door. The fresh air does me some good.

The Impala, my baby, is like a beacon of hope. It brings good memories rushing back, including ones where Lia sat beside me, her head resting on my shoulder.

"Damn it Dean, stop thinking about her, she's gone just like everyone else." I think, but my thoughts are accompanied by her eyes, the two beautiful blue orbs that looked at me like she knew something I didn't.

The drive down South is uncomfortable, I knew Sammy meant well, he cared about me, but maybe I didn't want to talk about her, because it still hurt.

We reach Louisiana in record time, barely stopping.

We stumble on the latest crime scene, in our suits. My newest fake I.D. reads "Liam Bridgestone." it's sad, probably pathetic,  but it makes me feel a little better.

We figure out quickly that whatever is here, is a demon. A damn powerful one too.

However, when we reach the old, abandoned house in the woods, we see another car already there, and it's strange. It's a 1967 Chevy Impala, but blue. It's in good condition, but it's not as good looking as baby.

"Weird, I guess it's a hunter magnet kind of car." Sam says in a hushed voice.

I just shrug, but look back at the car, longingly like I should know it.

We walk near the door, and see a fire, we instantly draw our weapons.

There is a gut wrenching scream, and we kick down the door. We see the demon leave the body of a man, who falls to the floor dead. We also see the outline of a woman, laying on the ground a few feet away. Rubble lays on top of her small frame.

"She's breathing." I say, finding a pulse, and pushing rubble off of her back.

I carefully roll her over, and when I do, I nearly jump out of my skin.

I'm looking into the unconscious, bloody face of Lia Bridgestone.

"Sammy." I say, urgency in my voice.

"Dean?"My brother asks, as he walks to me, I hear his small gasp. "Is that?"

I nod. "Yes.."

AN: Sooooooooo...awkward.
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