Wow I really need to update my other stories! But, this idea kind of came to me (mostly I'm just typing, so I have no clear idea where it's heading right now), and I figured I'd try it out! Enjoy!

Dean and Sam, and anything that is Supernatural does not belong to me!

"Life's… complicated," I said. My slight smile took up my face as I stared down at my cup of coffee before me. I knew I shouldn't have met up with Chris like this. Dean would definitely be yelling about keeping a low profile once I returned to the motel down the street. If he caught me.

Chris laughed slightly, his dimples lighting up the area. "How is college complicated?" Leaning forward, he asked jokingly, "Can't decide a major?"

I laughed outright. My brown eyes locked onto his green eyes; his carefree personality was enough to engulf anyone around him. It was a shame I had a thing for the bad boy. "No, not that. Personal stuff."

How exactly could I tell Chris that I was really on the run with two people, one of which I'd slept with one drunken night before exams and had been forced on the run with them, all the while hunting things that went bump in the night? I was sure that explanation of complicated wouldn't go over well.

"Do I need to beat up a boyfriend?" Chris asked. He flexed his biceps and said, "I'm pretty sure I can take him on."

"No, no beating up of boyfriends, please," I replied. I took in his shining green eyes as he snapped his fingers and settled back into the chair with a fake huff. He sipped on his coffee before looking off into the distance. Silence settled over us for minutes.

Then a whistle escaped Chris' lips as he said, "Man what I would do for that car."

"What car?" I asked. I turned in my seat and felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. The black 1967 Chevy Impala was passing the sidewalk café in the direction of the motel. I turned back to Chris, gulped down my coffee, and said, "I've gotta go. It was great catching up!" I grabbed my purse and took off sprinting in the direction of the motel, praying to any God listening to help me beat them there.

My legs began protesting quickly—heels definitely didn't agree with this workout—and I felt myself slowing down to run at a pace to keep myself balanced.

"I've gotta run faster," I muttered to myself. I picked up the speed instantly, pushing my legs to rush me to the rank motel room I was supposed to be hiding out in.

I made it inside the window, over the salt line without disturbing it, and out of my heels in time for something to brush against my shoulder.

"Who were you with?" Dean asked.

"Why do you care? I'm just your captive," I replied. I took a step back before I heard the deep chuckle behind me. I turned to look at Sam, who was standing just behind me.

"I told you that I needed you to stay here and that you could get hurt if you left," Dean said. "Damn it, woman, will you ever listen to me?"

"Listen to you? Dean, all I ever do is listen to you!" I exclaimed. "This was one time! One time that I decided to meet up with one of my old friends. You can't keep me hostage like this; I will protest until we get done with this whole apocalypse thing if you keep me hostage."

I heard Sam sigh lightly under his breath. I bit back a smirk; that was definitely the I-agree smirk. At least it was two against one now.

Dean sighed and settled against the wall. He ran a hand through his short, dirty blond locks. "Look, I get it, okay. Sam was the exact same way. But you don't have the Enochian seals; they could find you in an instant. No offense, but the reason you were brought along was to make sure you didn't rat us out."

I scoffed. "Really? I thought I actually meant something to you." I turned to Sam and motioned for him to step aside. With a slight groan, he moved, and I walked to the door. "If I'm nothing more than collateral damage then I'm going back to college. And I'll start living my life again."

I walked out of the door and expected one or both of the Winchester brothers to chase after me. Neither did. In relief, I found myself on the doorstep of Chris' house. I knocked and he opened the door within a moment.

"Trina? What are you doing here?" Chris asked. He opened the door widely but stood in the doorway.

Taking a step forward, I asked, "I kind of need a place to stay. I didn't get the chance to say it earlier, but I'm in a huge need of getting back to campus."

"I thought you were in college…"

"I am," I replied. "It's just that I had taken a vacation with my boyfriend and I've decided I want to go back." I smiled, hoping I was believable enough. My right hand pushed my ginger locks behind my shoulder in need to keep my hands from clasping in desperation.

"Okay," Chris said. He stepped to the side and let me enter. He led me into the living room and ordered me to sit while he found some blankets. I wasn't sure what he'd said to be honest; I'd been too busy thinking about what had just happened.

Would Dean come looking for me? I'd been on the run with him for so long—I'd even helped on cases—that I wasn't sure if either would be able to function without my help. Of course that sounded slightly vain, but it was true. Lately it seemed like I was more the brains of the operation while Sam and Dean had become the muscle, though I was sure Sam could become the brains again if they were desperate.

"So are you going to tell me what's going on now?" Chris asked. I looked up from where I'd perched myself up at him. He carried a few blankets and a pillow. He set them on the other side of the couch and stood before me.

"It's complicated," I replied. I laughed and asked, "Can we just leave it at that?"

After a moment, Chris sighed and nodded. "For now. Come on, I'll make you something to eat."

"Since when could you cook?"

"Hey, there are a lot of things you don't know about me," Chris replied. He hopped into the kitchen and began opening several drawers. He pulled out pans, food, and other things and set to start making food. I merely stood in the kitchen, watching.

After a while, I turned to the television in the living room. "Hey, do you mind if I turn on the television?" I asked.

"Not at all," Chris replied.

I turned on the television, flipping to a news channel. Immediately, I regretted the action.

"Trina, what's—"

I cursed under my breath. I turned to see Chris looking at the television where my MISSING picture was being flashed.

"I can explain," I whispered.

"You were kidnapped!" he exclaimed.

"Not exactly," I replied. Right as I said that, though, more bad news flooded. The front door to Chris' house slammed open and in walked two things I didn't want to deal with.

Demons.

"Johnny's home!" a male demon said. Black flooded his vision and he held out his hand, throwing Chris and I against a wall.

"What the hell is going on?" Chris asked while vainly attempting to pull himself from the wall.

"He's a demon," I muttered.

"Demon?" Chris asked.

I closed my eyes. I really didn't want to just push him into this issue, but it looked like I had no choice.

I opened my eyes in time to be dropped from my spot on the wall to the floor. In a crumpled heap, I took in my saviors—Sam and Dean—stabbing the two demons with Ruby's knife.

I pushed myself up and glared at Dean. I knew immediately why the two hadn't chased after me, and with this knowledge came the immense anger I felt bubbling up inside me.

"I was bait?" I asked.

He looked at me incredulously, his green eyes shining what I could only akin to protectiveness. At least with these little acts he did I knew he somewhat cared for me.

"It got the job done, and you played the part beautifully," Dean replied. He took in Chris, who was pushing himself up. "Now the issue with your little friend."

"I'm telling him," I cut in. "This is my story."