AN: I'm not too sure where this idea came from. I just got into the mood to write and this is what came out. I hope you like it. If you do, please leave a comment letting me know. Thanks and enjoy :)

She was standing in the checkout lane of the local drugstore, with only a few items in her hands. She'd been fighting a cold for the past couple of days and it was only getting worse, so she knew medicine was in need to stop her cough and sore throat.

It wasn't very late, but late enough for the place to only have a couple of customers. There were two women in front of her and a man behind her. She wrapped her arms around herself as a chill passed through her. She involuntarily shivered.

'Stupid cold!' She thought to herself. One of the cough medicines she had in her hands, slipped past her fingers and hit the floor. She sighed. 'Great! Now I'll have to bend over and my sinuses will hurt like hell.' She hated being sick and it wouldn't have been so bad if she didn't manage to catch a cold at the drop of a hat.

She started to bend over to grab it, but someone, the guy behind her, had already retrieved it.

"Here you go." He handed over her item. 'Damn, he has large hands.' She mused as she took the medicine from him, careful, not to actually make physical contact with him.

"Thank you." She politely smiled, not making eye contact with him.

"No problem." He replied and she turned so her back was to him once again. She wasn't trying to be rude or anything, but she wasn't feeling her best and also she didn't want to spread her germs to anyone else.

The woman in front of her left, so she took her place, placing her items on the small conveyor belt.

"Hello!" The cashier greeted her, in a very perky tone.

"Hey." She replied back, in a soft voice.

The woman gathered the items, scanning them. "Oh no! Do you have a cold, Sweetie?" The cashier asked, looking sincerely worried.

She looked down, rolling her eyes. "Yes, unfortunately."

"Oh, well I hope you get a lot better, soon."

"Thanks."

Why was it that every time she just tried to quietly buy something, the Cashier had to try and strike up a conversation? Why was this cashier so upbeat? Was it because it was so late or was she really that friendly? Either way, she had a cold and didn't feel like having a conversation with her or anyone really.

She just wanted to go home, take a warm shower, down the medicine, and crawl into bed and not wake up until she felt one hundred percent better.

She dug through her purse for the money as the Cashier informed her of the total, still with the same voice. She grabbed a ten out of her purse and handed it to the woman, but the woman wasn't looking at her, she was looking at the man standing just behind her.

She turned her head, to see what was going on. When her eyes landed on the man, she realized she was only staring at his chest. She had to slightly crane her neck to see his face. He was looking at her as if in shock, but she was only confused as to why for a moment. When realization washed over her, she looked back down.

She knew him.

The Cashier was obviously admiring his good looks.

"Miss, I think she's ready to pay." He told the Cashier, who was practically drooling.

"Right." She said, looking away from him. "Sorry about that."

"It's okay." She told her as the woman finally took her money. She tried to keep her eyes down and not look at him.

Of all the places, of all the times, she could have ran into him, it had to be right now. It had to be when she felt horrible? It had to be when she was not dressed to impress?

"Here's your change, Sweetie. Have a good night."

"Thanks, you too." She took her change and grabbed the bag that held her items, before walking out. The sooner she got in her car and left, the better.

When she walked out to the parking lot, she was half shocked, half not shocked at all that the all too familiar Black '67 Impala was parked next to her car.

It only got worse when the driver's eyes landed on hers. 'Damn those green eyes.' She wasted no more time quickly getting into her car. She closed the driver door and let out a big and loud sigh, dropping the bag in the passenger seat.

Not only did she have run into Sam, but of course, she needed to run into Dean as well.

She kept her eyes off the car parked to her left as she buckled her seatbelt. Once it was secure, she pulled her keys out of her coat pocket and grabbed her keys. She quickly started up her car and rubbed her hands together a few times to warm them up, before putting car in Drive and getting the hell out of there.

She hated herself for it, but she glance out of the rearview mirror and saw Sam exit to drugstore and watch her drive off. It was better this way, she didn't see a reason to stop and talk to them. Would they actually care what she had been up to? Did she really want to know what terrible, horrifying things they had been up to? What would have been the point?

Four years ago she crossed paths with Sam and Dean Winchester and ever since her life had never been the same. They rolled through the town she used to call home, and before she knew it, her life was forever changed.

Her brother, Kyle, who was everything to her, was killed, he was killed at the hands of something called a Khan Worm. She didn't have all the details, just the ones Sam and Dean had given her, when they came to her old apartment, the one she had shared with Kyle, to break the news to her.

It wasn't that she blamed Sam or Dean for Kyle's death, it was just that seeing them had brought back memories, memories she didn't like to think about.

She moved out of her hometown to a smaller one. One where hardly anything ever happened. That was just the way she liked it. Nothing happened, so that had to mean nothing would come after her. Also, she moved because the memories of where she and Kyle grew up together was all around her and she couldn't take it.

Four years had passed and the pain of losing Kyle had toned down. She was able to sleep a full eight hours without having nightmares, without crying herself to sleep, without waking up with a hole in her stomach. She was getting better.

One look at Sam Winchester and Dean Winchesters faces and she felt the hole starting to reappear.

She drove home to her small house and parked her car on the street. She got out and ran into her house. She hated being outside at night, even if she was sure she was in a safe place.

Was she in a safe place?

Sam and Dean were there. Did that mean she was likely to find herself in harm's way? Would Sam and Dean save her? Would she end up just like Kyle had?

She shook off the shivers and wrote them off, because of her cold. Once she was inside she locked herself in and ran to her back door to make sure it was locked too. It was.

Twenty minutes had passed since she had gotten home and had checked every room- there were only four- she checked every window. Once she was sure everything was locked and that she was safely barricaded in, she took a deep breath, finally allowing herself to relax.

Before she could even remove her clothes, which was a pair of sweats and a tank top, for the shower she was running, she heard a knock come at her front door.

Instantly a chill ran through her and that wasn't because of her cold. Images popped in her head and that only made her cringe more than she already had.

After Sam and Dean's departure from her life, she had done some research. She figured that if something like a Khan Worm existed, then maybe everything else she feared as a child did as well.

Ghosts, Vampires, Werewolves, and Ghouls. She read and saw pictures of each creature she typed in the search engine. Surely none of them would knock at her door, she wasn't stupid, but she did know that the person knocking on her door, likely killed creatures like the ones she had running through her head.

What if they were here because a Ghoul or Werewolf, or even a Khan Worm was after her?

She tried to calm herself as she turned off the shower. If there was a monster after her, she knew she would be safe with Sam and Dean, after all, they did kill what killed her brother.

She ran into the living room and peaked out of the curtain, just to make sure it was who she thought it was.

Without a surprise she saw Sam Winchester standing at her door. She looked around, but didn't see the car or Dean anywhere.

Another knock came and she walked over to the door, unlocking and opening it up.

"Hello, Sam." She greeted him, in as calm a voice as she could muster.

"Hi," He smiled. "Mind if I come in?"

"That depends."

"On what?"

"Are you hunting something here?"

"No." She found it strange how one word could bring her such relief. He wasn't hunting anything? She was safe? She was happy about that, but it did raise a question as to why Sam was at her front door asking to come in.

"Okay, but I should warn you, I have a cold."

"Yeah, I could tell by the medicine you had earlier."

She nodded. "Come on in." She moved over, giving him the space to enter. She looked at him thinking that he was taller than she last remembered.

She closed the door behind him, locking out of pure routine alone. She turned around to face him. He was taking a moment looking around her small home.

"Dean and I were surprised to see you in town."

"Yeah, I was pretty damn shocked myself to see the two of you. I thought maybe you were hunting something here."

He shook his head. "No, we were just passing through, that's all. Why are you here?"

"I live here now." She answered honestly.

"Figured that much." He cracked a smile. "Why the big move?"

She sighed. There was no sense in lying to him. "I couldn't stay there. Too many memories, you know?" He nodded to her, offering a sympathetic smile. "So I moved here a few years ago and haven't really done much since."

"Do you like it here?" Sam asked, walking past her, going into the kitchen. It was like he was spying, checking in on her, seeing if she was taking care of herself. She almost smiled at that thought.

She slowly followed Sam into the kitchen to find him peeking in her cupboards. She smirked to herself and shook her head. "I don't hate it. Nothing ever happens here, except for small town gossip, so I can't complain too much, I suppose."

"Seems like a nice place." He mused.

"Sam, why are you here?"

He frowned at her and shrugged. "I told you, we were pass-"

"No, I mean, why are you here right now, with me?"

He sighed, took another glance around her place, before looking back to her. "When I saw you tonight, I don't know what it was, but I knew I couldn't just let you walk away without coming to see, check in, see how things were for you." He walked closer to her. "Look, I don't want you to think I am some weirdo or anything, but after we left things the way we did, I felt like a monster myself. We threw this huge burden in your lap and we just left you. I don't know, that just never sat right with me and when I saw you tonight, I knew I had to talk to you."

"Talk to me?"

"Apologize at the very least. You deserve it after all."

"You don't owe me anything, Sam."

"Kyle-" He started and she stopped him.

"Sam, you didn't kill him and I don't blame for his death, I never did. In fact, I was grateful that their was someone like you, someone like Dean who killed that thing that killed him. I'm not saying finding out about monsters because one killed my brother was easy, because it definitely wasn't, but that's not your fault, Sam. You told me truth, what else could you have done?"

He looked at her as if he was left speechless. He was staring at her, seemingly unblinkingly, so she moved closer and waved her hand in his face. "Are you with me, Sam?"

"Wow."

"What?"

"I don't know. You're just really something."

"Something?"

"You're unbelievable." He stated it as if it was the truth and no one would be able to persuade him.

She felt something in her cheeks, a warmth. Was he making her blush? She hadn't blushed in years.

"In a good way, right?" She asked already knowing the answer.

"In the best way." He said, with a smile.

She smiled back to him and for once she didn't smile out of force, she did it, because, well, Sam smiling, instantly made her want to smile as well.

"I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?" She asked.

"Kyle. I'm sorry I couldn't stop that from happening."

"Sam-"

"I mean it. Telling you what happen to him was one of my worst memories. The look on your face hasn't left my mind. We drove off, leaving you there and I regretted it."

"There was nothing you could."

"I know and for that I'm so sorry."

"Sam," She walked a step closer and reached out taking his hand. "Stop it. You have nothing to be sorry for. Something terrible happened, but you killed that did it, so it couldn't hurt anyone else. That makes you a hero, not a monster, and definitely not someone who has to apologize to me."

She felt his hand squeeze hers and she returned the action.

"You're pretty smart, you know that?"

"I like to think so." She joked.

He smiled and bent down, leaning closer, making her swallow hard.

"Uh, Sam," She tried.

"What?"

"I have a cold."

He nodded, looking into her eyes. "I don't care." He moved closer and their lips met. She hadn't dated, kissed, or even hugged anyone in the past few years, she thought it was best not to get too close to anyone given the excruciating pain that came with losing them.

It was different with Sam. It was easy for her to get close to him, to stand close to him, to touch him and now to kiss him.

The kiss was slow, but filled with so much emotion that she couldn't think about anything, but him. He gripped her sides, pulling her closer to him, as he deepened the kiss, running his tongue along hers. She moaned into the kiss and gripped the back of his neck as the kiss turned heated. His hands were gentle, but she knew how strong they were, so strong he could probably pick her up, by placing his hands on her ass. That was an image she liked.

Sam's hands kept her firmly against him and she loved every second of it. She loved the feel of his skin on hers, of his lips on hers, she loved the way she his soft hair felt between her fingers and she especially loved the way he smelled. It was too intoxicating.

Sam pulled away and she whined. His forehead was against hers as their breathing returned to normal. He cupped her cheeks and kissed her once again, but this time it was just one kiss.

"I'm gonna go, while I still have the ability to, but I'm going to leave my number and when you're all better, you gonna call me and no matter where I am or what I'm doing, I'm coming right back here and we are going to finish this, deal?"

How could she ever pass up a deal like that?

She pressed her lips to his, silently sealing the deal.