This book is dedicated to the one and only Dean Winchester.
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"That's it. It all makes sense now"
Young Dean's POV
____ grew up knowing us because she were a daughter of one of the very few hunters Dad trusted.
After her dad died she spent some time at Bobby's and some with my Dad.
He took more of a liking to her than to most people. Maybe it was because he didn't have a daughter of he needed a distraction, I don't know.
She is a year older than Sam so she gets along well with Sam and I.
I go on more hunts alone with Dad than ____ or Sam so they have a special bond.
Even though they spend more time together ____ and I have a bond too. It's just different, she understands me.
Now, a couple years later, I'm 19, Sam is 15, and ____ is 16.
We have gone on more hunts with the four of us. Sam has gotten better, he doesn't like it though. ____ has skill, she is not small for her age but she is quick.
I have become more distracted and Dad is mad at me because of it. I just can't fix it.
When the werewolf hunt was over we headed back to the car.
Dad let Sammy sit in the front so I sat in the back with ____.
It was late at night, we were all tired, and there was a 2 hour drive back to the motel.
____ started getting tired and she leaned against the window staring outside.
I had never noticed it before but she was beautiful.
Not a common beautiful but beautiful nonetheless.
It started raining and it got colder in the Impala.
She shivered slightly then looked at me, I nodded and she leaned against my shoulder.
I leaned against the window and wrapped my opposite arm around her.
She eventually fell asleep and so did I.
When we got to the motel Dad decided to get another room so we could each get our own beds and get a good night's sleep.
Dad carried Sam's sleeping body into the room and told me to take ____ into the new room.
I lightly shook her shoulder to wake her up.
"____, wake up"
"I'm awake"
"Dad got us another room"
"Ok"
She got out of the car and leaned against me so I draped an arm around her waist.
While she took the first shower I got things set up. I got her her oversized T-shirt and put it on the toilet in the bathroom since she forgot to grab it.
Once she was done she came out wearing just the T-shirt like she always does, but this time I swallowed hard and went straight into the bathroom to take a shower.
When I came out she was laying on top of the covers, fast asleep.
I walked over to her bed, pulled the sheets out from under her and put them over her.
I looked at her sleeping figure.
She really was beautiful.
To add to that she is kind, caring, sarcastic, and funny.
She is always there for me to talk to and she understands what I say.
She comforts me when I'm upset and helps me hide it from my dad.
Suddenly the realization comes through me. It's like I can feel it through every bone in my body.
