A/N - This is my first attempt at a fanfic so any/all reviews would be appreciated. I have several Chapters awaiting the continued review by my wonderful Beta Rachel! Hope it meets with everyone's approval! Thanks for reading!
AU – Dean/OC, Set during All Hell Breaks Loose, Pt. 2 *Spoilers* - M Rating for language and adult situations.
Summary: AU – Imagine that Bobby had a daughter, Tessa. She watched her father as he was forced to kill the thing that was pretending to be her mother. From that moment on she knew her destiny was to hunt. Like the boys, she was raised a hunter and has been on numerous outings with Sam and Dean. Now, Dean has made a decision that affects everyone…including Tessa.
Returning home to the farmhouse had never felt so good. The hunt was harder then she had expected and she was a bit surprised that Bobby let her go alone. Her instincts were telling her that there was something even more dangerous going down that he wanted her well away from. It didn't seem to matter how old she got, her father still tried to shield her from the worst of it. Bobby's truck was parked out front and, better still, so was the familiar Impala that she knew meant the boys were visiting.
Feeling silly, but doing it anyway, Tess ran a quick brush through her hair and checked the rear view mirror. "It's just Sam and Dean and they have certainly seen me look worse", she smiled to herself. She hoped that whatever the boys were working on would allow her time for a shower and a quick nap before they hit the road. There was no way Bobby was going to keep her from joining this one; it had been too long since she had been out with the boys.
As she got out of her car she saw Dean and Bobby among the many skeletons of ruined vehicles that were scattered around the lot. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw her father storm away into the yard. Dean stood for a moment, quietly, before heading back into the farmhouse alone. She wasn't sure what they were arguing about but it was apparent that something was up and Bobby wasn't happy.
Deciding to let her Dad cool off for a bit she headed into the farmhouse. Maybe she could find out from Sam and Dean what was up. She walked in to find the boys pouring over maps. Nothing unusual there. Sam looked tired and pale but at least he seemed to be eating the soup that sat beside him. At the sound of her approach Dean looked up. His anxiety was clear on his face; he probably thought she was Bobby returning for round two. When he saw that it was her a complex set of emotions quickly flickered over his face before settling into his typical Dean smirk.
"Hey Short Stuff, long time." He moved around the table to give her a quick hug and a kiss on the top of her head. "Well, maybe not so short anymore", he said eyeing her from head to toe. Sam started to get up and winced at the sudden pain in his back. He settled instead for a weak wave and a smile. "You look like you just crawled out of a sewer."
"Yeah, well, damn demon decided to make a run for it. Believe me, this is the best outfit I had left. You don't look so hot yourself. Someone want to fill me in?" She looked from brother to brother and had the odd sense that there was some silent communication between them. "I'd love to but I think I'll let Dean give the play by play. I'm beat. Wake me in a couple hours, will you?" Sam got up and almost stumbled to the staircase. Dean started to follow but stopped when she put her hand on his arm.
"What's up Dean? You and Bobby are fighting. Sam looks like he's been in a train wreck. Did I miss the party?" She was going for lighthearted but cringed inwardly when she saw his eyes darken. "I'll fill you in upstairs. I want to make sure Sam got into bed ok. I may have put more of that Valium in his soup then I realized." He was heading for the stairs. Reluctantly she followed him to the closed door at the top of the stairs. He opened the door just a crack, peered in, and, satisfied, closed it again.
"Dean, are you telling me you just drugged your brother?" She couldn't quite believe that. Dean was, if anything, overprotective of Sam. She couldn't imagine him ever doing something like that. "He needed the rest and he wasn't really inclined to get it on his own. It's a long story Tess." He turned and headed for the second guest room. "I really need to get some sleep myself. Can we talk about this later?" She followed him into the bedroom and closed the door behind her. They were going to talk now, whether he liked it or not, and she didn't want to wake Sam.
"Dean, what is going on?" She noticed that he was shaking, just slightly, as he removed his jacket and threw it onto the chair. His back was to her, he seemed to be ignoring her. She stepped closer, taking him by the shoulders and turning him to face her. "What the hell?" When he finally raised his head and looked at her she was shocked. The raw pain in his eyes caused her to take an involuntary step back.
"Dean, we have known each other since we were kids. I know you almost as well as Sam does. You can't hide this from me. Please, tell me what's wrong." Her heart started racing as she watched him fight to find the words. He shook his head slowly and sat heavily on the edge of the bed. He dropped his head to his hands. Suddenly she wasn't so sure that she wanted to know what could shake Dean up so badly.
"I fucked up Tess. I was supposed to keep him safe. It's my job to protect him and I failed."
"Dean, what are you talking about? Sam? Sam's fine. He's down the hall. You aren't making any sense at all." Sam didn't look great but she had seen him in worse shape. She couldn't imagine that Dean would be in this much distress over something that Sam had walked away from.
"You don't understand Tess. I can't tell him. He can never find out. My choice, my decision. I'd do it again." She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Dean's shoulders were softly shaking as he tried to suppress his tears. "What? Dean… What did you do?" She was torn between wanting to go to him, to comfort him, and the fear that was building inside at his possible response.
"I lost him Tess. I was supposed to protect him and I let him die. I had to make the deal. I've screwed up everything I've ever touched. He has a chance… he can still have a good life. It was worth it."
Her knees suddenly felt weak. A deal? No, Dean wouldn't. He lost him? Sam was dead? Her head was spinning. Yes, yes he would. To save Sam he would do anything. That quickly she knew the truth. He raised his head slowly, almost as if afraid to see her reaction. The fear and pain she saw in those green eyes broke her heart. She had to stop that pain. She couldn't stand to see him hurt like this.
Without thinking she went to him. Sitting on the bed next to him she put her arms around him. Pulling him close she began to murmur words of comfort. "It's ok Dean. Not your fault. He's ok." Her hand made slows circles over the thin cotton material that covered his back. They stayed like that for what seemed like forever; Dean finally letting go and sobbing quietly through his pain while she held him and rocked him. Sam and Dean were family. They had been a part of her life almost as long as she could remember. She knew how strong their bond was and understood the hell that Dean was going through at the thought of losing his brother.
She wasn't sure at what point she realized that she loved him. She was completely aware of the fact now. His pain caused an ache in her heart that she had no other explanation for. She realized at that moment that she had always been in love with him. It was as natural to her as breathing. It was so much a part of her that she had never bothered to name it. Dean was strength and protection. Dean was stone that would never crumble. Dean would always be there; except now he wouldn't. Dean had made a deal and she was terrified of hearing the terms. For now, she would just hold him and hope to ease some of his pain.
After awhile his breathing began to slow. The sobs had stopped but she couldn't bring herself to let him go, not yet. He eased back from her, swiping his hand over his eyes. When he raised his head and looked at her she thought her heart would stop. The tears were still swimming in those eyes…those beautiful green eyes. As she watched, one spilled free and slowly ran down over his cheek. Impulsively she leaned in and kissed the tear away.
From his cheek she moved to his lips. So soft and full. How could she have never noticed before how beautiful he was? She kissed him gently feeling him tense at the touch of her lips to his. The world stopped moving while she waited to see what he would do.