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Long Road
As long as Faith could remember there was one constant in her life Dean Winchester. She had known him for what felt like forever. No matter where she went or what she done at some point she knew she would run into him again. It was almost like their lives were intertwined. They walked down similar roads and the paths continuously intersected. The first time she had met Dean was when she was fifteen years old her mother was on another bender. She hadn't been home in weeks. It was no big deal. Faith was use to it. Sometimes it was better with her gone there was less drama. The problem was cash and food stamps had run out days ago. She got caught trying to lift some snack foods at the local convenience store. The Winchesters happened to be there that day as well. Dean was with his little brother Sam buying him some things for back at the hotel. Their father John was out again on one of his hunts. Once Dean had seen the shop keeper man handling the girl he stepped in to help. He told the gentleman that there was a mistake his girlfriend had thought he had already paid for the items. He then settled with the man paying for the merchandise in question. The simple act of kindness confused Faith. He not only lied for her but spent his last few dollars to acquire the goods for her. No one had ever done anything like that for her before not without expecting something in return. She flashed him a warm smile taking her supplies and parting ways with the handsome stranger just outside the store. The only thing he had asked from her was her name. She offered him nothing more. A few days later the two ran into each other down at the Laundromat. She couldn't help but smirk as she noticed the familiar pair, but pretended not to notice. Sammy was lost in a video game. He plunked coin after coin in the machine. Dean was handling the chores until he noticed the brunette. She tried to ignore him at first but he was so damn cute in a cocky over confident kinda way. She couldn't help it. They finally struck up a conversation. She ended up hanging out with the boys the rest of the night. He had asked her back to his hotel room to sit on the balcony. As they stared up at the stars there wasn't much they didn't talk about. It was easy to open up to him. He was a lot like her. He was latch key kid who's surviving parent was rarely home. He knew what it was like to pretty much have to raise yourself. Although she didn't buy everything he said a friendship was forged. The demon hunting stories sounded farfetched. She figured it was just a story to impress her so she over looked it. A year later she would have her own calling being chosen to a life of a slayer then this part of his world would become real for her as well. John Winchester upon his return had discouraged this relationship. He fussed at him for telling their secrets. It was things the girl he thought would never understand. He also didn't think he son would see her again. He feared him getting close to people he may lose. Over the next several years the two ran into each other from time to time. It gave them the chance to catch up and reconnect. Most of the time it appeared to be a flirtatious playful relationship masking the depth of the true bond between them. It crossed the line becoming something more than platonic shortly the death of Faith's first watcher. She was scared on the run from Kakistos. She showed up at the only one place she felt safe by Dean's side. The slayer's guard was down. She was venerable letting the hunter in closer than normal seeking comfort in his arms. It evoked emotions she wasn't comfortable dealing with. It scared her so she avoided dealing with it. There was something deeper than ships passing in the night. He was the only one that could calm the storms raging within her, but the relationship was at a stalemate. She figured she was just too damaged to be loved. Kakistos caught up with her placing Dean in danger. There was a small show down between his minions and the hunters causing Dean to get hurt. The pain was more than she could deal with. She bolted to Sunnydale to avoid putting him in further danger or dealing with seeing him harmed. She didn't seen him again until after the death of the vampire. They never discussed that night. It had been at least a year this time since she had seen Dean. She stood outside his hotel room with her duffle bag tossed over her shoulder and her stomach in knots. She ran her fingers through her hair taking in a deep breath before knocking.
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