The jet black '67 Chevy Impala roared down the lone highway, the musical sounds of Renegade by Styx disrupting the quiet sounds of nature as it passed.

In the front seat of this unique vehicle sat Dean Winchester, tapping his fingers rythmically against the steering wheel as he bobbed his head to the music. His green eyes turned to his right where his younger brother Sam was sound asleep, head lolling lifelessly against the window.

Dean sighed, relieved, as he caught a glimpse of the 'Welcome To Jamestown, North Dakota' sign. Finally, after a short period of time (which seemed an eternity to Dean), the Impala pulled into a motel parking lot.

Sam almost instantly awoke (perhaps some teenaged girl behind a computer screen decided to write it as such) and waited for Dean to return with a room key.

Falling onto the twin sized bed, Dean let out a painful grunt. His whole body was aching, and he hadn't slept in three days straight. He moaned, rolling onto his side and closing his eyes, before he slowly fell into a dreamless sleep.

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Shaine tossed and turned, kicking the thick comforter away from her body. Sweat glistened off her pale skin as she let out a shakey breath.

Her eyes shot open, and instatly tears formed. Her bottom lip quivered, but she bit back the cry that threatened to escape.

Taking a deep breath, she sat up and looked out the window. Her green eyes focusing on the full moon, partially hidden behind a bundle of rain clouds.

The nightmares started almost two years ago, ever since.. that night. Shaine could stare the most frightening creatures in the face, and kick their asses, but she couldn't shake the pain of losing them. Losing him.

She turned her head, her eyes landing on her best friend's slumbering figure. If only her roommates - her friends - knew what she'd done for a living.. before.

Before Dean got sent to hell, before Sam abandoned her for Ruby.. before she came back home to Jamestown, North Dakota?

Shaine had been a hunter, and close friend to the Winchester brothers.

Honestly, she'd always suspected that the brothers never cared for her as much as she cared for them. Being introvert, selectively mute, and downright defensive made it hard for people to get close to her.

But they.. they had made her love them. As if they were her own flesh and blood. Well, okay, maybe SAM was flesh and blood. Dean was more like.. well.. Shaine would've done some very dirty sexual things to him, given the chance.

Only.. they were gone. Dean was nothing but a memory, and Sam might as well have been the same. Shaine clutched at her stomach, the thought that she'd never see them again causing her physical pain. As much as it might've hurt.. she knew it was the truth.

The sooner she accepted this, the better off she'd be.

Easier said than done.