What the Fire Left Me - a Dean Winchester Fanfic

My name is Cameron Rivers-but most people just call me Cam.
I was born May 22, 1974, and by the time I was 26, I was already one of the best hunters out there. But that title came with a price.

I grew up in a house where love was twisted and survival was the only thing that mattered. My father was a monster long before I ever knew real ones existed. When my mother found out she was pregnant again, she made a desperate deal with yellow eyes to save us. We escaped, but safety was short-lived-because soon after, I found her on the ceiling, burning. I saved my baby sister... but we were alone.

Until Bobby Singer took us in.

He didn't mean to love us. At first, I was just a puzzle piece in one of John Winchester's cases. But eventually, Bobby became family. He taught me how to fight, how to hunt, how to survive without losing my soul. I owe him everything. But I couldn't save my sister from the darkness inside her, and when I lost her... it felt like the world was on fire all over again.

Grief made me sharper. More dangerous. But not cold. I never stopped caring.

I grew close to Dean Winchester while helping him and John on cases. He's reckless, infuriating, and far more broken than he lets on. But I've always seen through his walls-even when he refuses to see mine.

When John went missing, Dean said he was going to get his brother. I told him to call me when he needed backup.

That call came.

Now I'm back in the game-with the Winchesters, with the monsters, with everything I've spent my life trying to outrun. But hunting monsters is the easy part.

It's what's hiding in our own skin that might destroy us.