Episode: Season 8 - Man's Best Friend With Benefits Pt. 2 

In two bounds, I was in my familiar friend's arms. The scent of musky cologne, old books, and cat hair filled my nose, giving me a sense of peace, sense of home. I held him at arms-length then as I pulled back, eyes raking his tall frame. His dark brown hair was a tad shorter than it had been before although his impeccable taste in clothing still remained intact. But what made me smile the most was those denim-blue eyes that were exactly the same as the last day I'd seen him.

"Parker Martinez. How are you, Little Dracula?" he asked me warmly and I laughed at his old nickname for me, once used in snarkiness but now only an endearment.

"I've been great. My gosh, has it really been 7 years?!" I asked in disbelief, shaking my head.

He nodded, about to reply when my husband cleared his throat and I turned just in time to take notice of the annoyed expression on his face.

I sighed, rolling my eyes once before introducing them, leaning into Philippe's arm slightly much to Dean's dismay, "Dean, meet Philippe LeChat, my late mother's familiar and...a very good friend. Philippe? Dean Winchester...my husband,"

"And father of her child," Dean made sure to add, earning an elbow in the ribs from me.

Philippe only arched his eyebrows in surprise before gesturing for us to sit on the couch opposite him while he sat down himself.

"Wow. Married with a child. Thought I'd never see the day - my little Parker's all grown up," Philippe grinned at me, a twinkle in his light eyes.

I smiled good-naturedly, shrugging in response just as Dean sneezed.

"That's weird. It only happens around cats," Dean mumbled and I fought the urge to chuckle at his naivety.

"Your magic's stronger, I can feel it," Philippe observed and my smile widened as I nodded.

"I've been practicing ever since you gave me my mother's spell-books," I admitted.

He smiled in response, "Good. I always knew you were the brightest witch of your age,"

I snorted, a playful smile tugging at the corners of my mouth, "And I always knew you'd become a massive fanboy from my influence,"

A grin split the familiar's face then at my remark. From beside me, I could practically sense the jealousy radiating off of him. As Portia and Philippe began to discuss James, I leaned in close to Dean's ear.

"Babe, if your eyes weren't already green, they'd be green," I whispered, only to have him scoff in response and try to pull away from me.

But before he could, I placed a reassuring hand on the knee of his faded, worn-out jeans.

"Hey," I said softly, finally getting him to look at me, "Philippe is just a friend - your my husband and I love you. Only you."

Dean smirked then, completely reassured and I bit back a chuckle. We bid Philippe goodbye then as he left with his new master. But not before he transformed into his feline form.

Dean was flabbergasted to say the least, "I knew it."

Later on, we discovered that Philippe's new master, Spencer, had been the one that was setting up James, planting those dreams in his head that Spencer himself committed. The boys went to check it out though while I stayed at the hotel with Yasmin. It was a few hours later when they came back. I was grateful I'd already put her to bed since the both of them were covered in bloody cuts and bruises. She was still too young to know about the supernatural aspect of the world we lived in. When they stumbled through the door, Sam sent me a sympathetic glance before heading into the next room to take care of his wounds.

Dean, however, stood hovering in the doorway, light rain falling in the parking lot behind him. He looked troubled.

"Dean...what's wrong?" I asked, my voice going quiet as the dread of what went wrong settled into my veins.

His green eyes were filled with a mixture of guilt, sympathy, and concern as the next words tumbled unbidden from his lips.

"Park, baby, I don't know how to say it...Philippe's dead,"

"W-what?"

Disbelief rang clear as a bell in my voice as hot tears filled my brown eyes. He-he was gone? My friend, my mentor, my...family? Philippe had been there when no one else was, guided me when I had felt so lost, so alone in this world. And he was the only one who'd wanted me grow, known me when I was a only an infant. Before everything in my life had changed so drastically.

He'd even been prepared to raise me on his own before I was taken away by Grace. And now...now he was gone, the light in those cat eyes of his snuffed out. But before I could fall to my knees, the grief hitting me like a truck, Dean was gathering to his chest. I sobbed into his tan army jacket, grabbing the material on his back in fistfuls as his strong arms tightened around me. I squeezed my eyes shut so hard, I saw stars behind my eyelids.

The last piece of my past was gone.

Note: So close to the end of Season 8, guys! Also, I should warn everyone that this book will be longer than the first two because as you know, I haven't even started Season 9 so yeah :)