Jack

"I feel that my son isn't very forthcoming about this mission, Jack." Damon said. I only nodded in response, unable to speak. "Have you made any progress with her?"

"No, I haven't." I shook my head.

"Why is that?" He tapped his fingers on the desk.

"Well... Dean has been threatening every male, including me, to steer clear of her." I said bitterly.

He always gets what he wants...the house, the cars, the money...He didn't have to work for any of that! I do! And now he wants the girl too!

"Would you say that he still have feelings for her after that last job?" He quirked an eyebrow.

I nodded. "I believe so." I said quietly.

He leaned back in his chair. "Seems like we really need to figure out a plan without him involved." He combed his fingers through his hair. "We need her. She's more powerful than you think."

My eyes met his. I raised an eyebrow. "But before we initiate our plan, I need to talk to her first." He smirked. "You're dismissed."

I stood up and walked out the door.
On second thought, he can have the girl. I need her to keep him calm.

When you get to a certain part, play The Resolution by Steven Cravis... I cried writing this btw...

Dean

I knew it. I knew she wasn't coming. She better be ready for the world of pain I'm about to put her in right now.

I slowly walked up the steps, unlocking her door and stepped in. The apartment was pitch black. I cautiously walked forward, hoping that she wouldn't pop around a corner.

Her room door was open and the moonlight from the window shone on her bed, revealing her trembling body.

(Start song here)

"Milan?" I quickly strode to her.

"Go away." She sniffled.

I knelt beside her. "Mils, what happened?" I stroked her hair.

"I said go away..." She curled up in a ball. "Don't act like you care."

"Why do you keep saying things like that, Mils. I do care." I said quietly.

"The fact that you don't remember hurts." She said muffled into the cover.

"Remember what?" I hissed.

"Think back four years ago." She muttered.

Four years ago? Four years...that was the year mom died, the year I....

Flashback

I was shaking with anger. He...he killed her! HE KILLED MY MOTHER!

I picked up a pillow and ripped it in half. I broke the vase. My television. Punched holes in my wall.

I heard a small tap on my window. Then it slid up. In stepped the most angelic creature you could ever see. She wore a grey hoodie and black jeans. Her curly black hair fell perfectly on her shoulders.

"I knew I'd find you breaking stuff." She said quietly with a small smile, attempting at a joke.

I only shook my head and she strode towards me and wrapped her arms around me. "I'm so sorry." She said quietly, her voice quavering.

I held her tightly and we stayed like that for a few moments. Inhaling her beautiful scent of roses and berries. Then I looked down meeting her silvery eyed gaze. Something I found beauty in, I despise it now. Reminds me of her father. That killer.

Something in me boiled to surface. I frowned down at her. "Milan...we can't see each other again." I said.

She furrowed her eyebrows. "What?" She mouthed. The swirling storm in her eyes ceased.

"I don't ever want to see you again. You and your family disgusts me." I snarled.

She stepped away from me shaking her head. "No... I refuse to believe it. You're only speaking out of hurt and anger. I don't believe that...not after these past years." She hung her head. I could see her heartbreaking right in front of me and it was killing me...

"Oh? You mean these past three years, Milan? Guess what?! They meant nothing to me...and do you know why?" I smirked stepping forward smirking, her doe like eyes gazing at me. "It was all a job. Get close to Black's daughter and get all the files you need." I'm dying on the inside. "Remember all those times you helped sneak me in?"

Her jaw dropped slightly, tears streaming down her face. "That's what it was all about, huh?" She wiped her tears. "J-just...use me..."

"That's exactly what it was all about." I grinned.

"Here I was thinking that you were different from everyone else." She wiped her tears and slowly stepped away from me. "I...I thought that maybe... No lo se. Guess I was wrong. You're a user too." [I don't know]

"At least you finally figured it out." I took a step forward with every word, and she took a step back. "You're nothing but a naive, stupid, girl. I never wanted or loved you."

Flinching with every word, she shook her head and stepped towards the window. "If that's how you feel." She sniffled, wiping her eyes. "I...hope I never see you again. And you can have these back.''
She threw something at my feet and gave me one last teary eyed look and like a vapor, she was gone.

I walked over to were she threw the object and picked it up. It was a bracelet that I got for her and a few photos of me and her...

I stood transfixed to the spot. I didn't lose just one important person in my life.. I lost two.

End of Flashback

"Given the fact that you were silent for so long, I figure you finally remember." She mumbled.

I stayed quiet for the longest and I wept. Yes, the big, bad, ruthless Dean is weeping. "I'm so sorry, Milan. I was so angry. I didn't mean anything I said. I wish I could take it all back."

I felt her stir. "Great. Lets put my feelings on the back burner." She mumbled under her breath.

I looked at her. "You always speak your mind, don't you?"

"Yup." She popped the 'p' and sniffled then she scooted over and patted a seat next to her. "Why are you crying?"

I wiped my eyes and sat next to her. "I wasn't crying. My eyes were just watering." I looked at her. "A wolf doesn't cry."

We stared at each other intensely before we broke away smiling. "Okay, WoofWoof." She grinned. "If you say so."

WoofWoof...haven't heard that in a while.

"Okay... I admit. I was crying. I was crying because I am sorry. I was crying because I was being a little douche bag." I shook my head. "I said all those hurtful things to you all those years ago, breaking your heart; meanwhile, I was breaking mine."

She stayed silent for a while. Then she looked at me. "Why did you? Why did you say all of those things to me?" She asked quietly.

"I was angry. Hurt. And when I saw your eyes, something clicked. Reminded me of him and the rest... you know." I twisted with my watch on my wrist.

"You could have just...said something other than just push me away like that, Dean." She shook her head. "You broke a part of me. The only other person I could take comfort in was my mom. After she was killed, I had no one else."

"Not even your father or...Elliot?" Gawd I hate him so much. She must've sensed my hatred and laughed.

"No...not my father or Elliot." She mimicked me. "They wouldn't have understood. Only criticize me and say 'I told you so'."

"I'm sorry for not being there." I put my hand on top of hers. "But I'm here now, Mils. I want to be." Then I pulled something out of my pocket and handed it to her. "This is yours by the way."

She gasped and took the bracelet out of my hand. It was in the sane condition. An emerald and silver charm bracelet with an Ace of Spades on it.

She didn't say anything. She looked at our hands together and bit her lower lip, pondering. Something adorable she always does when she thinks.

"...I..." She said quietly.

I squeezed her hand. "Please don't say no." I pleaded. "I need you."

She placed her other hand on mine and she took my arm and wrapped it around herself and placed her head on my chest.

"I really hope you're not lying." She mumbled. "I can't take anymore heartbreak."

"What happened?" I pushed her chin up to look at me.

"If I tell you, you'll want to shoot every person whose name I mentioned." She moved her face away from me.

"I can't promise I won't, but at least tell me." I twirled her hair on my finger.

"Okay... I warned you that this is a trigger alert." She said I a sing song voice.

I rolled my eyes and listened. I shook my head the whole time, feeling my anger rising. The fact that he tried to marry her off without a second thought and Elliot getting Mikey involved.

"HE WANTED YOU TO MARRY ELIJAH MATTHEWS?!" I jumped up suddenly.

"Whoa, Dean. Calm down." She put her hands on my shoulders. "Eli is cool. He was surprised about this whole ordeal too. But if you're going to shoot anybody, shoot Elliot."

I grinned. "You mean I can shoot him?" I turned around to face her. She nodded.

"Only if provoked." She said pointedly.

"Two words I've been hoping to put in a sentence. In that exact order. Shoot Elliot." Then I pulled her closer and peppered her face with kisses.

She pushed me back. "Okay ..okay... I get it. You're ecstatic." She cut her eyes at me. "Calm those lustful lips down, señor."

I just laughed and pulled her closer to me, enveloping her in a tight embrace.

She's all mine again... I'm nothing without her...