Come Back Again(A supernatural fanfic)

PROLOGUE

    It was a warm September night, we were sitting in the Impala silently driving. Dean had avoided me all day at school which was unusual for him. I was worried about him, But I knew Dean. He had something on his mind, Something bothersome. He parked in front of my house, and turned to me. "Alyssa," He said in an unusual serious tone. I could see the sadness on his face,  it made him look much older. This was not the Dean I knew, this was not my Dean. "There is something a got to tell you." He told me that the night before his dad told him he was old enough to join him on the job, and that today was his last day at school, and his last night in town. "I'm finally old enough to join the family business, and to be honest, I'm not as excited about it as I thought I would be." I couldn't contain myself, this was all too much. Dean was the best thing that had happened to me since after the death of my parents, and now this! I couldn't help it, tears flowed out of my eyes while Dean held me closer and closer. When I was all dried out, did not have another tear left in me. I looked at Dean, and then at my house, where I lived with my aunt and uncle. The house was dark. "The lights aren't on." I said looking at Dean again. "You know what that means." Dean smiled. "It is my last night with you." He said as we got out of the car and ran into the house. We rushed into my bedroom and shut the door behind us. Dean had never kissed me so passionately before, but then again he would never be able to kiss me again. 

    The next morning I woke up, my clothes strewn all about the room. I shivered, and looked to my left only to discover my window was open wide. To my right there was nothing but empty space, and an imprint in the sheets that only could be left by a human body. I wrapped my blanket around myself and made my way to the window. "Dean." I whispered to the morning air. I slightly  turned my head to the right to see if the Impala was parked in front of my driveway where we had left it last night, but it was not. I closed my window and drew the curtains closed. Clutching the closed curtains in one hand and the blanket around myself in the other I began to tear up. He was gone. 

9 months and 1 week later: 

   I stood on the sidewalk, Just across the street from my brother, Aden's, house. As soon as I was sure nobody was coming I quickly made my way across the street and swiftly knocked on the door. I am really doing this. I thought to myself. While I waited for Aden to make his way to the door looked down at the little bundle I was carrying  carefully tucked in the crook of my arm. She was fast asleep. When Aden finally answered the door he looked surprised to see me. "Hey Alyssa, How's it going?" He said inviting me inside. "It's been good." I said, "But I'm not here for a visit. Where's Chelsea?" Aden called his wife of 2 years down to the living room. And we sat down on the couch. neither of them had noticed here yet. "Aden, Chelsea, I have a big favor to ask of you." I began. I transferred my bundle from my arm to my lap, and she slowly began to wake. Chelsea gasped. "Is she-," I cut her off with a nod "Yes she is mine. And she is what brings me here today." Aden and Chelsea stared at me, waiting for me to continue. "Now don't get me wrong when I say this, I do love her. I just can't keep her." Chelsea nodded as if she understood. " I still have my whole life in front of me, but I don't want to give her away to some orphanage, because I still want to be her in her life and, If i ever did something like that, I would never forgive myself it's just-" I was beginning to ramble, so Chelsea cut me off. "You just don't have a place for her to live and grow." I nodded and looked to my brother.   " I know you have been preparing for a baby since the day you married Chelsea. I know you already have a nursery. So please Aden, Will you take her." Aden exchanged looks with Chelsea and then looked back at me. I knew he saw the desperation in my eyes. He smiled "Anything for my little sister and her daughter." I smiled, relived. I handed the custody papers to Aden, and we filled them out while Chelsea put my little girl upstairs. I was almost out the door when I remembered something. "Oh here," I said to Aden pulling a folder out of my bag and handing it to Aden. It held all of my daughters personal papers. He flipped it open and read the birth certificate. "she a week old I see."  "Mary," He said aloud "What a lovely name." I said goodbye and headed to the courthouse to turn in the custody papers. The lady at the desk accepted them and put them on file. Mary was no longer legally mine. The last thing I did before going home was drive to the bridge that went over the river. I parked on the side of the road and looked down at the rushing water. I took the necklace off from around my neck. It was a little heart locket with a "D" engraved into it, I held it in my right hand and raised it to throw. I thought a minute then caught myself. What was I doing? I  headed back to my car, and put the necklace into my glove box. As I drove home I kept looking over at the paper that sat in the passenger's seat. It was Mary's blood test results. It was offically printed on that piece of paper. Mary belonged to the same man that gave me that necklace. Someone I would never see again. Dean Winchester