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Recap: Once everything was put away he thanked me and then left to pack his own bag. I followed him back the hallway and went into my room to grab my suitcase.

As I was leaving, I shut the door only to see Dean doing the same. We both headed to the garage and Dean opened the Impala's trunk. Placing his bag in there, he went up to the front and sat on the hood. I placed mine in there as well and then shut the door. 

Something was wrong, normally Dean would have made a joke or would have at least said something, but he hasn't. 

My thoughts drifted off, trying to think of what would make Dean angry or upset. It didn't take me long to realize that he was probably worried about me. I really should talk to him. 

I walked along the back of Baby and sighed when I got to the end. 

Maybe I shouldn't go... I don't want Dean to worry about me. 

I continued running my hand along my favorite car as I walked up to the front and thought about what to say. 

My parents popped into my head for a second. 

The way Dean was worried about me right now...it just reminded me of them. They were always worried about me. It was stifling at times, but I knew it was only because they cared. I just tried to listen to them and go with what they said. But, of course, there were always times when I would get mad or yearn for adventure, or at least something different then the bubble it seemed like they kept me in. 

I realized then that Dean was just trying to look out for me because he cared about me, maybe even loved me. 

Finally reaching the front, I leaned on the hood right beside Dean and slid my hands into my pockets. I stared at a far corner of the garage just like Dean was doing and started to talk, just letting my feelings speak for me. 

"Hey, Dean?" 

He made a sound of acknowledgment but didn't say anything. 

"Listen, I know I'll be fine. I won't get hurt." 

I spoke in a soft force, hoping I sounded sincere and confident. I could feel him turn to look at me. 

"And how do you know that Sky?" 

I couldn't help the smile that came to my face as I turned to look at him as well. 

"Because I've got you protecting me. You wouldn't let me get hurt. Neither would Sam or Cas. You know that." 

His face immediately fell and obvious pain swirled in his eyes. Seeing that made my heart break and I tried to figure out what to say. 

"But I can't. I've promised to protect people, Sam, innocent strangers, family members, and they always end up hurt Sky. How could it be different with you?" 

The pain and sorrow in his eyes increased as he thought of all the people he supposedly "let down" and with it, my heart broke more. 

I always felt bad for Dean when I read the books. He had to deal with so much pain and loss, as well as Sam, and I always cursed the writer for making him lose so much, even though it made for a good story. Now, I was absolutely heartbroken and wished I could take it all away. I didn't know how, but I wanted to do whatever I could. 

I couldn't stand to keep looking and turned away, trying not to let my emotions get the best of me. Tears welled in my eyes, but I kept them at bay. 

"I-I..." 

I tried to speak but my voice wouldn't come out. Taking a deep breath I tried again. 

"I don't want to cause you any more pain Dean. I'll just stay here." 

I pushed myself off of the car, feeling the tears build. I wanted to get out of there before I started crying in front of him again. But I didn't get far before I felt his hand wrap around my arm. I was jerked back and immediately wrapped in a hug. The tears started falling and I instinctively reached up and grabbed his shirt burying my face in his chest. 

"I-I wish I could take it all away, Dean! All of the pain and the suffering and the loss you've experienced. I want to take it all away! You don't deserve it! Any of it!" 

My tears turned into sobbing and his arms wrapped around me tighter, his head lowering until it rested on mine. All of the sudden I felt a tear land on my hand, one I knew didn't belong to me. 

Dean...

My grip on his shirt tightened at the realization. 

Dean was crying... 

I calmed myself down just enough to speak again. 

"I'm sorry, Dean... I'm so sorry..." 

We stayed like that for a while until we heard footsteps heading towards the garage. 

Sam... 

Dean pulled back first, wiping the tears from my face. I knew he was still breaking inside, but he gave me a small smile. 

"I already said you could come, didn't I? I can't go back on my word, besides I can't keep you cooped up in here forever can I?" 

Before I had a chance to reply, the garage door opened and Sam walked in. He paused, knowing he had interrupted something but Dean and I got into the car, Dean telling Sam to get a move on because we needed to leave. 

I couldn't help but let a frown consume my face as I looked at Dean from the backseat. Sam finally got in the car and Dean started it up. Before he moved, he looked at me through the mirror and simply nodded before looking away. 

And then we were on our way to my first hunt.

To Be Continued... 

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