"Where have you been?" I asked in a whisper as I tackled him to the floor in a hug. I held onto him like he would disappear if I didn't. "Doesn't matter. I'm here now," Dean whispered back, arms winding around me. "God, I missed you, sweetheart." "I missed you too." His hand rested on the back of my head as he held me close. "I love you so damn much, you know that?" I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters. All right go to Erik Kripke and the CW. I only own Saige and other characters not originally found in the show. _____ It's been one year since Dean disappeared without a trace. Saige spent every waking second searching for him. She needed to find him. Hope is starting to wane and she's losing it without the help of the two Winchesters she's never been without. That is until one night, she can hear Dean's voice again.

"I almost lost it without you," he told me, thumb brushing over my knuckles. "You...Si, I couldn't bear the thought of living another moment without you. Not again. Not ever again." I smiled softly, pressing my lips to his cheek. "I won't leave you, Dean. Not ever again." I rested my forehead against his. "Just promise me the same." "I do, Si. I promise I'll never leave you ever again." Dean's arms snaked around me. ______ Purgatory was opened, Levithan are crawling the earth, threatening the end of all human existence. Hell broke loose in Sam's head. Saige is dealing with demons of her own haunting her. She doesn't know how much longer she can keep hope, but she is determined to heal herself and everyone around her.

She stood before me with hair darker than it had been, eyes slightly clouded, almost distant. She smiled though. She always smiled. But there was something different. I could see it in the way she held herself. I could feel it around her like an aura. "Si...?" My voice died off, unbelieving that she was here, in front of me. "Been a while, huh, Dean-O?" She asked. I stride forward, all coherent thoughts dying as I quickly pulled her into my arms. She tensed for a moment, seeming taken aback as I hugged her close to me. Hesitantly, her arms snaked around my shoulders. I brought a hand up to cup the back of her head, shutting my eyes and taking a deep breath. Lavender and coconut....and whiskey? "I've missed you so much." I whispered. Saige pulled back then, shaking me off as if she didn't believe me. Then the door creaked open and a guy walked in. He was around my height, maybe an inch or two shorter. He had blond hair and dark eyes. "What are you doing here?" Saige asked, looking over at him. "Here to pick you up." He shrugged, a smirk forming on his face as he looked at me and placed an arm around her shoulder. "Nice to meet you. I'm Thomas." ____ One year after Sam sacrificed himself to stop the apocalypse, a year and a half after Saige died, and suddenly the two reappear, flipping Dean's world upside down and tilting it on its axis. He's pulled back into the hunting world now, unable to tell if he really wants to or not. Saige has had a horrible year. Her resurrection did not go as planned. She fell into bad places, into the hands of bad people. She was fighting for her life every day. She was being torn to pieces, she was tearing herself to pieces. Then when Dean is forced back into the hunting world, he is determined to fix what had happened to her but neither are sure it's possible. A/N: I do not own Supernatural, only Saige. All rights go to Eric Kripke and the CW

"If I die--" I began, voice quiet, barely above a whisper. "Don't say that." Dean cut me off, resting his head against mine. "You won't. I won't let you. You aren't dying. Not on my watch." A sigh slipped past my lips as I shut my eyes. "Show me you love me. Tonight, right now. Just prove it." ____ With the apocalypse looming, Saige is doing everything she can to prevent it and her family from falling apart. Angels, demons, good, evil, all of those lines blur. She has few people to trust. Hope wanes each day as her death seems more and more likely as each minute passes by.

"You came back." I whispered, gripping him tight. "You're here." "I'm here." He whispered back, lips brushing my shoulders as his arms wound around me. "I'm here. I'll never leave you again." I was so happy I wanted to cry. I wanted to hold him here with me forever because a part of me was terrified he was going to disappear. A part of me was terrified this was a dream, that I would wake up and he'd be gone again. But he was here. He was holding me again. ___ Four months after Dean died, Saige was still a wreck. She was trying to cope, to take care of a child, to learn more about the Sorceress that was prying into her life more and more. Then Dean comes back. He comes back from the dead. Saige couldn't be happier. Everything was better...But for how long? Dean is clearly hiding something from her, though she can't figure it out. And on top of it all, she's learning more about the mysterious figures she's seen since childhood.

"We're falling apart and I hate it!" I yelled, tears welling up in my eyes. "I want to hate you! I want to hate you for selling your soul to save me! I want to hate you for not caring about your own life enough to try and save it! I want to hate you for all of this. But I can't! I won't!" "It would be easier if you did!" Dean yelled back. "So just hate me already! Hate me! Leave me! Whatever you have to do to get through this! Just do it!" "Just...I don't want you to die." My voice faltered. "Please, Dean. Please. I just can't take this anymore." His eyes softened as he stepped forward and wrapped me in his arms. "I'm sorry, angel. I really am." "I can't deal with all of this on my own." "Yes, you can." Dean said. "You are so much stronger than you think. Believe me." ___ Saige Dawson's world was crashing down around her now. Not only was she slowly learning more about the curse she carried within her, but she realized just how bad things could get if she fell into the wrong arms. She also was trying to cope with the fact that she had died. That Sam had died. That because of that, Dean had sold his soul to a demon and was damned to burn in hell for eternity if she couldn't save him within a year. Time was running out and she was scared. She also has to learn how to tap into the power within her. She wasn't sure whether the power was good or bad and that alone made her want to ignore it, but she couldn't. She had to dig deep. To save Dean. To save herself. To find out what she truly is.

Sequel to Haunted "If I ask you to stay, will you?" I asked, voice quiet as I stared at him. His thumb brushed across my bottom lip as he leaned ever so slightly closer. "This time I will." He whispered back. "And every time after that." I smiled, letting my eyes flutter shut as he leaned forward. ______ Saige Dawson has been through a chaotic year. Fighting off monsters, demons, and her feelings for Dean Winchester was quite the task. But now she watched as he lay almost lifeless in a hospital bed. She couldn't do anything to save him, and it broke her. She was desperate at this point, willing to do anything for him. Something had to give. She knew she couldn't live without him. And on top of all of that, her mother was inching her way back into her life unwanted. Then with the demon that had killed Sam and Dean's mother still on the loose, Saige had her plate full. It's only a matter of time before it all falls apart.