Dean grabbed my hand pulling me away from the comfort of the sofa and out the front door.

I let him. We both needed closure and scarily enough we both had to transport ourselves back to the past. In order to move forward, we had to take a step back. I didn't know where he was taking me, but all I knew was that it was somewhere important.

As we drove down the dark lonely road, I glanced over at Dean to see his hands gripping the wheel tightly with a nervous and tense expression. He seemed to be on edge, nervous, fearful perhaps and I would've paid tons of money to know what was on his mind. But he simply said nothing.

Resting my head against the window I sighed deeply wondering where an earth he was taking me. We had been driving for what had felt like ages, but in reality it had only been 45 minutes. Dean still hadn't said a word but would only occasionally glance my way.

"We're here". His voice was sad and cold as he stepped out of the car and walked his way around to my side. Clicking off my seat belt, I placed my hand into Dean's awaiting palm and allowed him to help me out of the car.

Stepping out onto the beautiful green grass covered with little daises, my eyes flew up in the moonlight sky and realised that we were stood in a graveyard.

"D-Dean?" I whispered out softly before turning around confused by the lack of response. But he wasn't stood behind me. I twirled around desperately hoping to seek him out in the dark and spooky graveyard. But thankfully my eyes fell upon his tall figure crouching down before a single grave surrounded by flowers.

Gulping down my nerves, I walked cautiously towards him, tears pricking the lining of my eyes as a beautiful picture of a young girl came into view on a gravestone.

Lucy Penelope Gray.

02/06/2006 - 21/08/2017

The world has lost it's fearless warrior, but heaven has gained an angel.

May your light continue to shine forever.

I knelt down beside Dean and rested one hand on the beautiful inscription on Lucy's gravestone. I closed my eyes and remembered her infectious smile and her laugh that could brighten anyone's day. I wanted to cry, yet all I could do was smile. That's the effect Lucy had on all of us. She wouldn't want us to cry. She would want us to smile and remember the happy memories we had with her.

"I'm sorry" Dean whispered sadly making my heart clench. I didn't even know if he was saying sorry to me or not, but I didn't question him. Now was not a time for questions. I just wanted to listen.

"She loved you".

My heart skipped a beat as Dean broke the silence. He sat down in front of the grave with his head in his hands. I could tell he was on the verge of breaking down.

"She talked about you every single day since I first met you. She didn't have many friends due to our lifestyle, but you were the best thing to happen to her. The best thing she needed".

I promised I wouldn't cry, but I could feel my eyes welling up as Dean carried on talking.

"It hurts to think about the life she had. Life was not fair to us, especially her. Our parents ran a mafia. Neither of us were old enough to understand. I just thought it was a large business. That was until one day our home was invaded by some scary looking men".

I shakily sat down beside Dean and hesitantly rested my hand on his shoulder. I had never heard Dean and Lucy's background, yet I knew it was not going to be a pleasant one.

"They carried guns and searched the house looking for something or someone. I thought it was a burglary, that was until I saw my father get shot in the head. I ran to Lucy's bedroom and scooped her up out of bed. Half asleep, I shielded her eyes away from the blood and ran into my room. Lucy was only 2 at the time".

Tears poured down his cheeks as he too rested one of his hands upon the gravestone. The strong powerful man was stripped of everything as every thought, every memory came pouring out. Here before me was a man who had lost everything and everyone. He was all alone.

"I ran back into my bedroom and shut the door praying they'd leave us alone. The door burst open and I put my sister in the bed and stood as a shield to protect her from any bullets. But it was our mum. She had blood pouring down her body. Bruises littering her face and her clothes were ripped as if she had been attacked by a wild beast. She told us to hide and not make a move. Lucy was screaming for her, begging her to stay, but she bundled us into a cupboard and made us lock the door from the inside. She whispered one last I love you and then was killed not even seconds later in front of us. I clamped my hand down on Lucy's mouth to silence her cries and thankfully the men left without looking for us".

How can someone go through something so heartbreaking such as this and come out strong.

"We stayed there in that cupboard for hours. We watched silently as men raided the home emptying drawers and turning over pieces of furniture. They carried our mother's dead body out the room. I don't even know what they did with them. But the only thing on my mind was to protect Lucy. That's where James comes in. Lucy and I moved far away and lived on bare minimum. I paid for hotel rooms with the little money that I had. We would always move around as I feared the same men would come and hurt us. But one day I heard of a man who helped people. Knowing that we were soon going to run out of money, I went to James' office and he saved us. James took us under his wing and helped us both. We stayed with James and Isabella for a while. They looked after us and nurtured us. I finished school and instantly began working with James. Soon enough I earned enough money to buy my own place with Lucy. James helped us so much. He was like a father to me and Lucy".

It was a relief to know that Dean and Lucy had a light at the end of the tunnel. They both endured something traumatic and horrendous, yet they came out of it stronger.

"Dean, I, I'm so sorry for all you endured. It's something no child should've gone through".

Dean shook his head with a slight laugh.

"Why are you apologising Rosie? I insulted you, I accused you and said disgusting things to you. Why should you deem me deserving of an apology?". Dean was staring intently at me with tears still pouring down his cheek.

"Because you were hurting Dean. I know what you said was unacceptable, but I knew that you were in deep grief. You lost the only person you vowed to protect. At the time I was hurting too, and it did hurt being blamed for her death. But I knew you were angry, I just didn't expect you to leave me".

Dean couldn't stop the tears as his eyes flew between Lucy's grave and my eyes. I could tell it had been years since he had let his emotions out. And perhaps seeing the woman he thought he'd never see again broke down the walls he wanted to keep up.

"I'm so sorry Rosie. Words cannot ever tell you how sorry I truly am. I was angry at the world. Angry at myself. I was responsible for her death, I just didn't want to accept it. She was my baby sister and she was dead because of me. You may never forgive me and that's fine. I just wanted to tell you how much I resented myself for hurting you. I hated myself for losing the one person who could help me through that difficult time. I lost you and when I came back to find you, you weren't there. Rosie, I never thought I'd see you again. I never thought I'd get the opportunity to tell you how sorry I am".

Dean broke down before me pouring his heart out. Raw emotions echoed through his words as he pleaded for forgiveness. I was starstruck. I was confused. I was overcome with emotions. What could I say. What could I do.

Still unsure of what to say, I reached my arm out and stroked Dean's upper arm in hopes of comforting him. He shivered under my touch and let out a deep breath of relief.

"I had nightmares every night since I left you. Lucy haunted my dreams scolding me over and over again. I hadn't had a peaceful night's sleep since I left. I'm so sorry Rosie. I'll do anything and everything you want to prove how sorry I am. If you want me to leave you alone, then that's what I'll do".

My heart screamed at me to hold him in my arms and never let go of him, but my head told me to stay back. I was completely torn.

"Dean, I"-