Discliamer: I don't own anything Supernatural, I just like messing with the Winchesters & Co ;)
Also, the lyrics don't belong to me, they belong to the wonderful talented Trespassers William.

Title: In The Middle
Rating: PG-13
Spoliers: Seasons 1[x] 2[x] 3[x] 4[x]
Pairing: Sam/Oc

I know i'll never see you. I know i'll never run into your body walking through the crooked streets. I know i'll never hear you, I know i'll never hear you like a sound that walks inside from outside there. I know thatif i waited; I know that if i wait, a thousand days will lie wasted with thoughts of you.

The smoke filled the air of the loud bar giving into illusion that is was in fact just another bar, and not a place where my life was about to change.

There were people in every corner getting drunk for different reasons. Some to forget someone or something, some to remember a time long ago as they wondered how life passed them by. Then you had the crowd who just belonged there, belonged among the memories and liquor just because they could, just because it felt right.

Yet, there were even sadder stories. Those like myself who came here to the comfort of the bar just to be. Not to drink my memories away not to even get drunk. But to watch the lives of those around me as they put the bottle to their lips an smile, getting a moment of bliss that they set out to find, as I watched in awe wondering why I never had that.

That's who I was. The watcher, the listener; I was never in the front nor in the back, I was in the middle. Always the middle. Never the start and never the ending, I was the in-between place that most people never saw, never remember even if they happen to spot me from across the room their eyes would wander a moment later.

Which is why I was so good at watching people. They never noticed me, they never noticed my intense gaze as I watched them from across the room wondering what their story was.

Tonight I watched an older man who was on his eighth beer and fourth shot of tequila. I saw the lost look in his eyes which made me wonder if he lost someone… A women, perhaps the love of his life.

He put the shot glass to his mouth gulping down the tequila only to chase it with a chug of his beer. I felt my stomach turn as I watched him wondering if there was anyone who could help him, save him.

His finger lifted signaling the bartender for another shot. She brought it over to him with out a question which led me to believe that not only was he a regular but also able to hold his liquor.

Had he lost the women a long time ago? Or was he always a drunk? Did he lose the women because of his drinking? Questions kept flying through my head before my best friend grabbed my attention.

"Hotties at ten o'clock," I glanced away from the drunk in the corner that I had been watching turning my attention to my best friend Cory.

I rolled my eyes at him with a smile on my lips. "Can't you keep it in your pants?"

He smiled at me though his eyes were still on whoever he deemed 'hotties' with an all to familiar look on his face. "Sugar' these guys are smoken. Even with your lack of attraction to the male species could see it-" He put his eyes on me and frowned "Or I would hope so."

I smacked his arm playfully pretending to be upset about him comment. "You know I don't have time for guys,"

He snorted at me. "You don't even have time for sex. When was the last time you got laid-" He put his hand up to halt my reply "Please don't answer that. I'm not trying to pry," I raised my eyebrow; Cory not trying to pry? Okay then. "But honestly honey, I'm not saying you need the head over heels love were you're off to Vegas getting ready to get hitched"

I laughed at him before taking a sip of my beer. "Vegas? Really?"

"You know what I mean Aurelia."

I honestly don't I thought to myself but was smart enough to keep the comment to myself. Guys are more trouble then they are worth if you ask me.

Guys want girls who stand out in the crowd. Funny smart blonde girls with blue eyes and big boobs. Not a girl like me with Sandy brown hair brown eyes and no boobs.

Noticing the look on my face Cory put his hand over mine. "Just sex baby girl. I'm not asking you to throw yourself down the aisle anytime soon. Just get laid for christ sake." He took a sip of his beer.

"It' can't be like that Cory and you know it. I'm not a casual type of girl."

"I know, I know. You're a sensitive girl that needs commitment," His frowned turned into a smile looking back over my shoulder. "But I swear if you don't talk to those guy and take home one tonight I will be forced to take back the best friend title."

"And why don't you sir, go take one of them home tonight," He let out a long dramatic sigh placing his hands over his heart. "They are unfortunately straight." He looked so sad while he said it that I had to laugh, wondering who these hot guys are that got my best friend twisted in knots.

His face perked right up. "Look at their asses" he glared at me. "Forget what I said, your bringing both guys home tonight and telling me every detail"

"Cory!" I said my hand over my mouth keeping in the beer that was threatening to escape from my laughter.

"I'm serious! Look at those asses! You could bounce a dime off of those fine pieces of-" I put my hand over him mouth stopping him from his rant.

"I get it" I was still laughing as I turned around trying to get a look at these two 'hotties'. With their backs to me I could only tell that they were both tall, though one was increasingly taller with longer shaggy brown hair. Both had broad shoulders. And… sighing in defeat. "Your right they do have nice asses"

Cory laughed happily obviously pleased by my comment. "Told you so"

I frowned wanting to see their faces. Their was something about the taller one… I shook my head out of the thought. I was not going there. Not tonight, and not ever again.

I turned back to Cory who was looking at me waiting for something. What he was waiting for I wasn't sure. "what?"

He smirked at me. "Baby girl how much do you want that new camera?"

I paused not liking where he was going with this, but I took the bait. "A lot"

Who was I kidding I would give my kidney for it but I wasn't willing to tell Cory that. It was way more money then I could ever afford. Not to mention more money then he could afford, well, maybe not. He could afford it, He gets a lot of money from his parents each month. Still the camera was more money then I was willing to let him spend on me. Hell the camera cost is so much our rent doesn't even make dent in it.

As his smirk grew so did my worry. "If you go-"

"I'm not sleeping with them to get a camera!"

Cory feigned shocked putting his hand over his mouth. "I would never," The look I sent him silenced him. He put his hand down and smiled at me. "Okay I so would." I laughed at him while he continued. "But, I was going to say if you go over there and talk to them."

I stopped laughing when I realized he was serious. "Talk?"

He rolled his eyes at me. "Yeah. You know verbally stringing together words that make sentences that complete a thought to another person who in returns does the same to you,"

I shoved his arm. "Jerk, I know what talking is," I grinned at him. "But I'm just making sure talking is all you had in mind."

He smiled sweetly at me. "Talking is all I want. Maybe ask for a number if you hit it off. Or you know take them back to our place to get more friendly if things go very well." He seen my look an stopped. "But that's all on you. I just want you to talk to them."

I sighed taking another sip of my still almost full beer wondering if I could do that. Talk to them? Sure. Talking to guys wasn't the problem. I wasn't that shy around males, I just liked to keep things platonic. But talking to a random guy, excuses me, I mean GUYS at a bar doesn't really say platonic. It says something along the lines of 'want to go back to my place and get lucky.'Another thing, If I go and talk to them and Cory gets me the camera I would feel weird. Wasn't that along the lines of prostitution or something?

So don't do it for the camera, do it for yourself. A naggy little voice in my brain said. The same naggy little voice in my brain that agreed with Cory that my libido was lacking.

"Alright,"

"Alright?" He sounded like he didn't believe me, but that was excepted. I was surprised myself but I knew if I didn't do it I would always wonder 'what if.' So I gave Cory my best smile. "Yes I'll do it. I'll go talk to them. But that's all, and I refuse to let you get me the camera."

He smiled happily nodding his head as if he just won the lottery. "Okay so what are you waiting for?"

I laughed at him and took another sip of my beer before standing up. "I'm going, I'm going" At five seven it was easy for me to hold my head up high and seem more confident then I really am.

I took slow strides towards them not trying to seem to eager when I saw the one with shorter hair (and height) stand up and head for the bar. I got a glimpse of his face and had to admit I was impressed he was good looking in his leather jacket and his rough facial features that just scream bad ass play boy. I could tell with out a second look that he was a heartbreaker.

I turned my attention to the other one, the taller one. With his buddy gone maybe I could get a look at his face. The smile on my face froze as I took in his face, his presence.

He looked up briefly as if feeling my eyes on his. He looked around and caught my eyes. His eyes hit mine, and for a short spilt second they stayed there before going back down to his laptop as if he hadn't even notice me all. I felt my heart shatter and hit the floor with a loud thunderous noise that only I heard and felt.

It can't be…

I vaguely saw the other one return but I heard him. I heard him as if his voice was a bullet in silent room. "Sammy find anything yet?"

Sammy.

Sam.

Samuel Winchester.

It couldn't be…

A hand on my shoulder caused me to finally remove my gaze from the man in front of me. I looked up too see Cory's worried eyes. "Honey you okay?" I felt sick to my stomach as a million emotions and memories came rushing forwards. But it was all the questions that hit me like a punch to the gut.

"Can we go home, please?" I was near tears and as a best friend would do Cory put a protective arm around my waist and led me out of the bar and to the car with out so much as a question too why.

I knew that I would get no sleep that night as I laid in bed wondering what just happen. I knew my mind would be busy dissecting everything that happened tonight as I tried to tell myself that it wasn't him. That he was dead, that he was gone. But I knew in every fiber of my being that it was him.

Silent tears made their way down my face as I rested my head against the glass window.

It was him and he didn't even notice me.

My tears slide down faster as that thought hit me. He saw me. He made eye contact and looked away like I was never there to begin with.

I was wrong, the other man with him tonight wasn't the heartbreaker out of the two, no it wasn't him, It was Sam. He was the heartbreaker, he was the one that broke my heart back in Stanford only to do so again tonight years later.