Only a Year

A Glimpse into the Past

A/N: I hope you all really enjoy this chapter as much as I do!
Can't wait to hear your thoughts!

xoAmanda

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Dear Diary,

I know - it's been a long time. Things in my life have been crazy to say the least. I left my old life behind to travel and hunt with the Winchester brothers; they saved my life and now I need to save Dean's. I've done some research over the past two months since I've been with them but I haven't found anything solid, and it's frustrating. Anything I've found is something Dean would not approve of, and frankly, I don't want to piss him off.

I stick my pen in my mouth and look up from my diary; Sam and Dean are sitting on the hood of the Impala drinking beers and talking. I smile to myself and return to my writing.

It's been almost a month since Dean kissed me, and honestly I don't know what to think. Some days he flirts, some days he's distant, and most days he's hitting on anything with boobs. It kind of hurts. But it shouldn't, right? It's not like we're together. It was just one kiss.

Looking up from my pages once more, I see Sam on the phone and Dean trying to listen in on whatever conversation his brother is having.

I better go. I'll write again soon, I promise.

Slapping my diary shut, I throw my pen in my bag. I lift myself from the soft spot I had found in the grass and make my way towards them. As I'm approaching, Sam slams his phone shut and shoves it into his pocket forcefully, looking to his older brother. "Dad ever tell you he kept a container at a storage place?"

"What?" Dean responds with confusion.

"Outside of Buffalo?"

"No way."

"Yeah. And someone just broke into it." Sam states.

"Man…"

"What?"

Dean stuffs his hands into his pockets and leans back against baby. "Just Dad. You know him and his secrets. Spend all this time with the guy and it's like we barely even know the man."

"Well, we're going to learn something. I didn't know your dad, but I'm sure he had a somewhat decent reason for not telling you guys about it," I say, trying to keep the mood light- but it's immediately apparent that I've failed.

Sam's eyes grow a little wider and Dean looks like he wants to punch something, hard. "Let's go." Sliding off the hood he opens the driver's side door, all but throws himself into the seat, and slams the door behind him. I look to Sam, completely confused. He offers me a sympathetic smile and whispers, "Our dad is a touchy subject."

Shit. "That's just aweso-" Before I can finish my sentence I am cut off by the Impala's horn and Dean raising his arms at us in a 'What's the hold up?' sort of way.

Sam hops off the hood and opens the passenger door but doesn't enter the car. He just watches me as I don't move from where I stand. "Elena?"

I shake off my thoughts, "Yeah, yeah I'm coming." I force my legs to move and enter the back seat with a flop. Baby's engine roars as Dean slams on the gas, making our way to our destination.

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The silent hall echoes with the creak of Sam opening the storage unit door. None of us enter. Instead, we peer inside. There is a symbol painted onto the concrete floor, but it's smeared with a dark red liquid. "What is that?" I question, pointing to it.