Supernatural fan fic con.

Blinking, my vision changing from the hospital room to the dreary cafe we were sitting in. It all felt like yesterday. Giving birth, meeting Jack. Finding out I had been manipulated by one of the oldest beings in the universe. Lets just say, it took awhile to get past the anger.

I was a hunter for gods sake. How did I let it happen? There were signs. Boy were there signs, but somehow all my instincts went out the window with Tristan. But at the end of the day I wouldn't have Willow if things went differently. I look over at her with a smile as I cut up some more toast for her to eat. She giggles as she grabs a handful of cereal and shovels it into her mouth. More then half fall onto the floor then go into her mouth but even so, she giggles and keeps eating. Chuckling to myself, I check the time on my phone. Five til 10. They should be here soon. I think to myself as I look up and out the window. The cafe itself was shaped like an L. with booths along the wall and windows looking out into the parking lot. We were sitting in the last booth in the back of the cafe. Willow at the end of the table as I faced the front. I could see the parking lot to the front door, the inside of the cafe to the back door of the kitchen. The place wasn't very big.

As my eyes traced the parking lot again, it wasn't long before they fell upon her. Deans 1967 chevy impala, Baby. If you knew of the winchesters, you knew their car.

'They're here', I thought.

My heart started pounding. We've been planning this since the day Willow was born 2 years ago. But it was 4 years since I've seen deans photo.

2 years of planning. 4 years of dreaming.

'Maybe once I meet him this silly crush will fade away', I think to myself.

I can see their silhouettes in the front seats. They must be debating on whether or not I'm to be trusted. I don't blame them. As a hunter, Id do the same thing. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. My nerves taking over now, I try and steady my breath but when I look back up, the car is empty. Sending my nerves into over drive.

'Okay, okay, keep it together'. i tell myself.

'They still have to walk inside'. But as I look around the empty parking look towards the door I see it swing shut behind two men. Palms sweating, I slowly move my eyes to inside the cafe where the two men stand by the door. I'm finally meeting the man I've been dreaming about for 4 years and for the life of me I cant bring myself to even look at him. I look down, close my eyes and take a deep breath.

'Get a grip hansley, you kill vampires you can look at the dead man you've dreamt about the past 4 years' I tell myself. Taking one last deep breath I look up and open my eyes to instantly be met with his and my world stops turning. I can see deans shoulders stop abruptly which means he stopped breathing too. It felt like time no Long mattered and the only two things left were him and I. This silly infatuation I've had these past 4 years doesn't feel so silly anymore.

It felt like fate.

Thinking of the photo as I look at the man before me now, I can't help but think of how incredibly stunning he is. His face strong and stern. The way his lips pout together and his forehead drawn in. Lines from years of always looking ernest. All I could imagine was my fingers tracing over them to smooth out the fine lines as I parted his pouting lips with my own.

I see the whites of his knuckles as he squeezes his fist and his shoulders broaden has he finally catches his breath and breaths in deeply. And my mind wondered if he imagined a similar scene.