"I think we need to make a grocery run," (Name) commented one morning. "We are out of eggs, bacon, milk, beer, and -"

"Pie!" Dean hollered from the breakfast bar.

"And pie," she giggles poking her head back into the fridge.

"Why are we yelling," Sam yawned, trudging groggily into the kitchen.

(Name) popped back out of the refrigerator, and chuckled at Sam's bed head and 'morning with no coffee' face.

"Piiiiie," she emphasized, standing up on her tippy toes to ruffle his hair further.

"Pie," he agreed. Going to sit with Dean at the breakfast bar.

(Name) closed the fridge door, with her bum holding a leftover pizza box, and some cartons of Chinese food.

She set them down on the breakfast bar. And said, "Breakfast,"

No one was overly pleased with the choices but it was Saturday, so food and other needed amenities needed restocking.

"I'll go to town after breakfast, okay?" She asked giving Dean a kiss on the forehead.

"Sounds good to me," he replied grabbing a slice of cold pizza.

That afternoon (Name) left a little note on the refrigerator door with a copy of the shopping list attached. In case they wanted something that wasn't on the list they could call.

"See you later, boys. Call if you need anything.
Love love love
(Name)"

That evening, Dean sat on the arm chair in the living room, waiting for (Name) to get home. He was beginning to get worried, she should have been home by now, or at least called to say why she was late...

'Maybe I should call first'

'But she's always saying I worry too much. '

'But what if she's in trouble'

The bad feeling continued to pool inside of Dean's head. Until finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He picked up the phone and dialed (Name)'s number.

It rang and rang and rang. Until finally she picked up.

"Hello?" Came a tired voice not belonging to (Name) on the other end.

"(Name)?" Dean asked, anxiety beginning to take over.

"You know the owner of this phone?" The woman asked calmly.

"Y-yea... My girlfriend. What's wrong where is she," Deans heart sledge hammered into his ribs.

"Sr. Are you sitting down?"

'Oh my god...' He thought 'no no no no no'

"Ye-yes ma'am... Where's (Name)?"

"I'm sorry to be the barer of as news, Sr. But (Name) was in a terrible car accident about half an hour ago,"

His heart dropped. And his breathing shortened.

"What?" He began hyperventilating "What did you say,"

"Sr. Why don't you call a cab and come down to St. Martha hospital. We can discuss this further there,"

Dean said nothing. He hung up, and jumped out of the chair.

"SAMMY!" He shouted through the bunker. Sam came rushing in.

"What? What wrong?"

"Get I the car. (Name) is hurt,"

And with that they sped down the rode and into town, pulling up and dashing into St. Martha Hospital.

A young woman, who couldn't be more that 26 stood waiting for them. She face, sad a tried.

"You boys here for (Name)?" She asked.

"Where is she?" Dean demanded.

"Follow me, you need to speak with her physician,"

Dean sat in one of the chairs of a waiting room. The minutes ticked by, creating more and more agony. Finally the doctor came in, pulled up a seat and gave the brothers the bad news.

"I'm so sorry, gentlemen," the doctor said.

Tears trickled down Sam's cheeks, but Dean.... He just couldn't process it. Gone? How could she just be gone?

His mind turned itself to mush, trying to reason things out. But when he was conscious of his surroundings again, he was sitting on the living room couch.

The realization of yesterday's occurrences slammed him hard, and he doubled over in pain. But he could not wretch. He could not cry. He could not eat, sleep, or drink.

He could only lay on the floor and ache... For two days. Until, the ache subsided and it became numb. The following day, Sam who too was grieving deeply, retrieved her body and together they buried her in the back lot behind the bunker. They could not bared to burn her perfect face.

Dean no longer needed alcohol... Because it didn't help. He didn't even get drunk anymore. He was already numb. We wore her necklace around his neck, and her two rings on a deprecate chain.

Dean lived with his numbness for a week. Until his stomach growled so loudly he could hear it resonate off the walls. He ventured into the kitchen... Only to find her gentle note left still taped onto the front.

"See you later, boys. Call if you need anything.
Love love love
(Name)"

Dean took the note, and read it again and again. But he knew this little piece of paper wouldn't last forever. But he knew what would.

Dean grabbed his keys, and a wad of cash, also taking the note with him. He drove slowly and carefully down town the a local tattoo parlor.

"What kinda ink are you up for today Sr?" The man asked. Dean took the folded up note and set on the counter.

"My girlfriend just died in a car crash. She left this note before she left home. I want her last words to last forever,"

The man looked at the note.

"Where do you want it?"

"My forearm,"

A couple hours later. Dean had two tattoos. The original antipossession tattoo, and now a memorial to his girl friend.