Say Don't Go ~~ D.W, S.W ~~

Chapter One: Where it Begins.

10 years ago

Becca Thorn was only 12 when Bobby found her crawled up in a ball on the side of the road. Her family in the house behind her their throats ripped out by a vampire. The house was burning down slowly. Bobby had no idea how Becca got out, but she did.

"Hey..." Bobby says, crouching down next to Becca. "What's your name?" he asked in his nicest voice he had. Becca was covered in blood. Bobby couldn't tell whether it was hers or her family's. "Rebecca..." She said with a whisper. Bobby could hear the crack in her voice.

"Hi, Rebecca, I'm Bobby." Bobby puts out his hand for young Becca. She looks up at it, confused before putting her hand up. Bobby watches as her shaking hand grabs his and picks her up, slowly making sure not to hurt her fragile body.

Sioux Falls, South Dakota, 10 years later

Becca was laying in what used to be a pink bedroom but is now gray reading a book. She heard a car pull up, but she wasn't accepting any visitors. Bobby was on a hunt, leaving Becca to handle the phone.

Her cellphones that were also connected to those lines lined up next to her. She hears a car pull into the dirt driveway and looks up, grabbing her gun from the back of her jeans

She wasn't expecting anyone at the moment, and Bobby wasn't supposed to be back for another few days. She walks down the stairs slowly and goes towards the door, placing her gun next to the door.

She opens it, pointing her gun at the person that was at the doors head. "Woah! Beck, " Dean said, Becca stops for a moment, freezing at the nickname that she hadn't heard in a while.

Becca lowers the gun and glares at Dean. "Hey, Dean," She said, leaning on the door "Wow Becca your all grown up." Becca rolls her eyes.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, leaving the door open for Dean to walk in. Dean smiles the smile that always breaks Becca, but she plays it cool.

"My dad, he's missing." Dean said Becca rolls her eyes. "What do you mean he's missing he John Winchester"

"He went hunting and hasn't been back in weeks. He hasn't called. He hasn't texted." Becca shakes her head

"I'm sure he'll be back soon." Becca said, grabbing a Beer from the fridge and handing it to Dean. "Becca, please. Just come with me to get Sammy, at least."

Becca looks at Dean for a moment. She rolls her eyes, walking up the steps. Dean follows behind her slowly. Remembering the last time, they walked up the stairs together.

Last time, they were holding hands interlock as though they were meant to be there together

Becca, remember the time as well sending shivers up her spine and looking at her best friend with a slight smile.

They make it to the room, and Dean looks around, remembering the pink room that had bows and many other girly things in it.

Becca grabs a duffel bag out of her closet and places some clothes in it. Dean opens the drawer to her dresser. He expected to see her underwear but instead saw guns and other weapons.

"Wow, you're more paranoid than me." Dean said with a chuckle. Becca rolled her eyes, stuffing the last of her duffle bag and grabbing another for her weapons.

She walks over, pushing Dean slightly to reach her weapons. Dean looks at her and sees her smirk and pushes her back a little.

She smiles again, pushing him more. Dean pushes her again, as well. This goes on for a while until Dean grabs Beccas arm, holding it close to his chest.