Sam Whinchester. I'm going to see him again, it feels like so long. I always miss him ,but its always a year just as he promises. My oldest friend… my only friend. As the Wiccan freak I don't have many friends in school. I'm not Wiccan just weird things happen in this town, scary things ,things that make a seventeen year old girl interested in protective charms , Sam will be intrigued the way he's into the paranormal and supernatural you'd think he's some occult major. I never understood it, thought he watched to much Buffy as kid, but I'm beginning to understand.

I leaned against the hood of my perfectly groomed muscle car, parked just outside the local book shop. I began picture his soulful brown eyes, his puppy eyes that goofy grin. Butterflies fluttered on over drive in my stomach. My eyes scanned the crowd of morning shoppers bustling through main street, I was looking for his floppy mop of hair. There I saw him standing there taller than I last remember, his hair floppier if that were even possibly. He stood frowning looking from the book shop to the side walk , his eyes searching. I smirk, like my car was inconspicuous . I pushed up the hood and stepped up on the curb into to his line of sight and smiled lifting my hand in a slight wave, he flashed a grin and stode toward me, and pulled me into a bear like hug pressing me to his chest I closed my yes breathing him in.

'Sam.' I said smiling. 'Hey.'

'Ever.; He said pulling back to look me in the eye. 'Your hair grew.' He said in confusion and took a golden curly lock of my hair and twisted it in his fingers.

'Yeah.' I said. 'Tends to happen after a year, you know grow, like what are you six feet tall now?, that's allot of growing in one year.'

He smiled .

'Yeah well two glasses of milk a day has benefits.' A smirk playedon his face. I punched him playfully in the shoulder.

' Come on, our natural habitat calls.' I said gesturing towards the book store. 'Plus lots of catching up to do.'

I dragged by the arm into the heated book store, a very buff arm I thought surprised. I scanned Sam now fully, his shoulders were broader, his jaw more was angular and absolutely no baby fat, stubble made a shadow on his face and he was buff, I eyed his white tee under his brown canvas jacket, Sam didn't look seventeen he looked well twenty.

'What.' Sam said catching my stare.

'Well .' I paused (awkward) '…your not a jock wannabe are you? Cause your rocking the zero body fat look, big change from book worm Sammy.'

'What,? no I … run.' Sam said looking conflicted.

'Run?' I said holding him by the forearms in full examination mode. 'Allot of running.' I said as more of a statement.

'Yeah well my dad pushed me more into sport this year.' He said.

I had never meet the mythical John Whinchester but I gathered from Sam's many emails on the subject in which he rants about his father, its not a great relationship. So I'm imagining the push was more of a shove, an unfriendly one.

'Good cause I've got a big theory about jocks, dicks all of them.' I said my tone darker.

' You said , they still bothering you?' Sam's eyes flashed dark for a second. 'Nah I just ignore them now no biggy.' I said shrugging.

' I know what bullies are like.' Sam says putting a hand on my shoulder in comfort.

'Well I'm not a wimp you know, I still do martial arts ,and I'm not bad.' I said changing the subject.

'Huh.; Says Sam. 'I'm not a bad fighter we could you know..'. Sam made a chopping motion with his hands complete with a high pitched 'HI YA!.'

I chuckled 'Yeah right Winchester, I'd whoop your ass.'

We carried on like that for a good hour in the bookstore mocking and joking discussing the pros and cons of many books. Just like we never missed a beat, never been apart. I wonder how long Sam will stay this time?