You grew up in Ohio. It was your home. And it always had been.

There was never any excitement however. You guessed that was why it was semi nice. However, it was also boring as you got older. There was never a boy for you to get with. It was only the ones you grew up with. You just wanted excitement.

And finally when you leave high school, you go to college. But you stayed local for your parents benefit. The college was small, but you just told yourself it was okay because you could get what you wanted from it.

But when multiple people are killed suspiciously, a father and son move into a house a few streets from your house. The dad was older, gruff, with a scruffy apperance. But the son. Dean Winchester. Now he was handsome. He had this dirty blonde hair and gorgeous face. And he was just the right amount of cheeky that it wasn't overwhelming. Above all he was sweet and charming.

You guys dated for a while, even if he would play it off to his brother as only a few weeks. But he was genuinely in love with you. But the fighting became unbearable. Constant arguing and shouting, doors slamming.

So of course you cut it off when he told you about him hunting the supernatural. You thought he was nuts. So you slammed the door the final time.

That was for a few years until your dad died. It was simply too suspicious not to call him. And he and his brother, Sam, fled to Ohio.

Sam caught on when he saw both of your secret glances at one another. How he'd look at you when you weren't paying attention, and vice versa.

But as he dropped you off at your house, you invited him in. Yet you both started arguing again. He was mad that you left him before. But you were mad that he lied to you for so long.

The arguing continued for ages, brutal shouting and pushing, before he got up to leave. You couldn't handle him slamming the door. Not again.

So you shot up, grabbing his jacket and kissing him. But he didn't stop you. He only paused, before leaning in and continuing the kiss. This was what you two were good at.