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Chapter 1

Zoe Hart was sitting behind her over sized wooden desk, her laptop open in front of her as she stared at the blank word document in front of her.

"Knock, knock," Addy, the local nurse and Zoe's savior in the tiny town of Bluebell was standing in the doorway.

"Addy! Hi, come in," Zoe jumped, slamming her laptop shut and leaning on her hands, forcing a smile as she tried to regain her composure.

"What're you doing in here?" Addy asked with a smile as she leaned against the doorframe.

"Uh, nothing. Just," Zoe puffed out her cheeks and place her forehead down on the desk lightly, "just trying to find a way to tell my Dad that I'm mad at him," she grumbled.

"Zoe," Addy drew out the young girls name as she took a seat across the desk from her.

"I know! I know," she mumbled, sitting back in her chair.

"You don't need that kind of stuff Zoe, if he doesn't want anything to do with you then I'm sure he has his reasons," Addy tried to comfort the young woman in front of her.

Zoe hadn't been in Bluebell for long, and in the time she had been in Bluebell she hadn't exactly made the best first impressions either. She'd been there just over four months at that point and the only thing that was really working for her was the fact that she had at least five more patients than she had started out with. She had found a few friends around the place and whilst Lemon was still making her life harder to live by the second she felt as though she had found her footing a little more than before. The only thing she had to do now was to sort out the problem of her Dad, and not her biological one.

She opened her mouth to respond when there came a knock at the door.

"Hey there," a young dark brown haired girl was standing in the door way with a slightly concerned look on her face.

"Hey Millie, you okay?" Zoe asked, sliding out from behind her desk and going to check out her friend.

"Uh, not really," she answered, furrowing her brow a little and staring down at the ground in front of her.

"Are you sick dear?" Addy asked coming to stand next to Zoe.

"Well, not in the physical sense," she was cut off by the slamming of the front door to the surgery closing loudly.

"Millie Watson!" Millie looked up at Zoe and Addy and smirked a little, turning around just at the same moment that Wade Kinsella came to a halt directly in front of her, his body so close to hers that if he so much as blinked they'd be touching.

"Wade?" Zoe exclaimed shifting her weight to her right foot and folding her arms over her chest.

"Not now Doc," Wade exclaimed, his eyes narrowing as he towered over the slender frame of the 24 year old in front of him.

"How?" he held up a glass box in front of the girls face and pointed at the contents.

"You put blue dye in my washing machine Wade," Millie exclaimed folding her arms over her stomach casually.

"Wait a second, is that," Zoe's face went pale as she stepped back from the glass box in Wade's hand, "is that a tarantula?"

"And a scorpion, and a lizard, and a few baby spiders," Millie replied with a smirk.

"Don't forget the locusts," Wade growled, dropping the box back down to his side.

"Oh God," Zoe looked like she was about to vomit as she stared at the two standing in her doorway.

Addy couldn't help but roll her eyes and laugh at the extravagant game the two had been playing. Wade and Millie had been friends for a number of years, they had grown up together in the tiny town of Bluebell. When they finished school though, things changed. Some years later Millie left to live in Los Angeles and, it was a commonly known fact around town that, Wade had never really forgiven Millie for leaving. Wade's lack of forgiveness and Millie's stubborn pride had eventually manifested itself into an ongoing game of who could pull the biggest prank on the other one. This time it had turned all of Millie's clothes blue and Wade's car into an insect farm.

"What's the matter Doc?" Wade asked suddenly turning to face Zoe with a smirk on his face.

"This, is a medical practice, you both need to get that box of infectious disease ridden insects out of here, right now," Zoe managed to squeak out angrily, wrapping her lab coat around her tighter and folding her arms protectively over her chest. Millie cocked her eyebrow with a bemused smirk before grabbing the box off of Wade and headed out the front doors of the surgery.

"Hey wait a second, not so fast," Wade called suddenly, giving the Doc and Addy a wink and a smile before running after the young girl.

"There's still the issue of my car being filled to the brim with those things," Wade exclaimed grabbing Millie by the arm and spinning her around to face him.

"That's true," Millie said with a slight nod, her eyes suddenly shinning in the warm summer sun.

"What're you going to do about it?" Wade questioned, placing his hands on his hips expectantly. Millie bit the inside of her lip for a moment, furrowing her brow a little as she thought about what exactly it was she was going to do.

"Well," she drew the word out much longer than she should have done, looking down at the box in her hands before looking back up at Wade from under her long eyelashes.

"How about this?" in one swift movement she pulled the top off of the box and, standing up on her tippy toes, poured the contents over his head.

"You're dead!" he managed to bark as he was frantically swiping at his hair and clothes while Millie watched on, laughing the whole time at his manic movements.

Millie couldn't manage to stop laughing as she wandered back to the hotel she was working at, preparing herself for the days worth of work she had to do. That was the thing with small towns, everyone knew everyone else, and their business. Of course everyone knew that her and Wade had an ongoing war that had begun the moment she had set foot back in the town and some years later was still waging on stronger than ever. She hadn't been back for long, but it had gotten to a point where she didn't even feel like she had been gone at all. Even though she missed the bustling streets, the twenty-four hour coffee shops and the beautiful foods and aromas that would fill the streets every morning she was happy that she was back on familiar ground, with familiar people that knew her and of course, the people here knew her better than she knew herself some days.

"Morning sunshine!" came the familiar call from the three elderly women sitting on the park bench as Millie wandered passed.

"Morning ladies!" she said with a smile as she stuffed her hands into her shorts pockets and half jogged across the road.

"Oh Millie!" she stopped and turned back to look at the women on the bench with a beaming smile.

"There were two young men waiting out the front of the hotel in an old car about ten minutes ago," said Kathy, the older of the three women.

"Oh really?" Millie shielded her eyes from the blaring morning sun as she turned to look over at the carpark of the hotel.

"They were very dashing young men too," came the implied response from Mildred.

"Is that so Mildred?" Millie replied with a smirk, shaking her head as she turned back to face the three women.

"When are you going to find a nice boy Millie? You deserve a nice lad," Millie couldn't help but giggle as Jasmine added with a stern look on her face.

"Have a good day ladies!" was the only response they could get as Millie turned and headed over to the hotel, leaving the three women to chatter away amongst themselves.

Millie couldn't help but laugh to herself at the brief conversation she had just encountered as she slid the key into the lock and pushed open the door to the hotel foyer. She shoved the door stop into the door and double checked the car park. There was no old car or dashing young men in sight as she began her morning duties, getting everything set up and checking that all of the keys were in order, along with the eftpos machine and the till being in its rightful place. In all the years Millie had worked in the hotel there had never once been a theft of any kind, and even if there were, she was almost one hundred percent sure they wouldn't make it out of the hotel room without half the town being on their backs. That was just how Bluebell was, protective.

She was so busy looking through the different chores she had to do and preparing everything for the day that she didn't even notice the two men walk into the hotel fifteen minutes later.

"Um, excuse me, Miss?" Millie glanced up with a smile and almost fainted instantly. The man standing in front of her was most definitely handsome, in fact, he was almost as handsome as his older brother.

"Sam Winchester?" she couldn't help the beaming smile that over took her face as she dropped the pen onto the desk and half ran around the table to give the man a massive hug.

"I haven't seen you in years," he replied wrapping his long arms around her and hugging her tightly.

"You're telling me!" she laughed stepping back and looking up into his stunning blue eyes.

"Last time I saw you," he stopped himself short and looked down at the floor a little sadly.

"You guys had to leave town pretty quick," she said with a knowing nod.

"I'm really sorry about that," Sam said, his voice filled with genuine regret and disappointment.

"Don't be sorry Sam, it kind of comes with the territory doesn't it?" she said with a slight shrug.

"So I guess I won't have to use a fake name here then?" he asked with a cheeky grin.

"Not in this hotel no," she laughed walking around to the other side of the counter and logging on to the computer.

"So, just you checking in then?" Millie hated the fact that her voice sounded so, pathetic and wishful.

"Uh, no," Sam replied, shaking his head with a slight smile.

Millie looked up just at the same moment that Sam's older brother Dean walked through the front door. She was sure that her heart skipped a beat as the piercing green of Dean's irises locked with her golden brown ones. No matter how hard Millie tried, her insides still went to mush as she looked Dean up and down, his black t-shirt showing off the, rather perfectly, defined muscles of his arms.

"Holy shit, Mill?" he was just as much in shock as she was. The last time he had seen Millie they had been in a relatively serious relationship, and leaving her was by far the single hardest thing he had had to do.

"Hey Dean," she replied with a smile, her voice smooth and even as she spoke.

"I," he shook his head a little, dropping his bag by the counter and looking her up and down with a beaming smile. Sam looked between the two of them, a slight smirk on his face as he waited patiently for them to stop staring at each other intensely.

"It's been a while," she said wandering back out around to the other side of the desk and standing a little awkwardly in front of him.

"Too long," he said simply as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him tightly. She buried her her head into his shoulder a littler, feeling just as comfortable as she always had in his arms.

"So, you boys need a room?" she said with a half smile as she reluctantly pulled away from his embrace and looked up into his rather tired looking face.

"Please," he replied simply, his hands still resting on the tops of her arms as he looked down into her doe eyes.

"No problems," Millie wandered back around to the other side of the desk and checked the two boys in, refusing to accept payment from them until they were ready to leave.

"Hey wait a second," Millie stopped them just before they headed off to their room. Both boys turned to look at her simultaneously.

"Why are you guys here in Bluebell?" her voice sounded a little more concerned than intrigued. Sam sucked in a deep breath and turned to look at Dean expectantly. Dean ran his hand through his hair and shrugged a little.

"On business," he said simply. The moment he said it, he new full well that Millie would understand what they were there for, when they had met while she was in the city he had been upfront about everything that was happening in their lives, hunting, the supernatural, hell, everything. She knew as much as they did about what they were doing with their lives. Her face went slightly pale as she realised what that implied. Dean turned to Sam and nodded slightly who simply looked from his brother and back to the woman behind him before heading out of the foyer to find their room. Dean waited until his brother was completely out of sight before walking back over to where Millie was standing, biting her lip lightly as she tried desperately to process the information she was given.

"Don't worry Mill, I swear nothing will happen to you," Dean said softly staring her dead in the eye as he spoke.

"I know, but Dean, this is my home, and these people," she sucked in a deep breath and

looked up into his emerald green irises.

"I know. They're all you have," he replied with a simple nod,

"Trust me, I know." he gave her a smile before leaning over the counter and pressing his lips to her cheeks softly before giving her one last smile and heading out the door.

"Who's he?" Millie jumped at the sound of Wade's voice from the other side of the room.

"What the hell are you doing here?" she barked turning around to face him with a stern look on her face,

"Nothing," he replied, leaning against the doorframe, his eyebrows narrowing a little as he looked her up and down.

"What?" she growled folding her arms over her chest and cocking her eyebrow at him impatiently.

"Who is he?" he asked again, his voice taking a more serious tone.

"An old friend," she replied simply.

"From LA?" there was a bitterness to his voice and Millie didn't like.

"Yes, from LA," she said shaking her head a little as his eyebrows narrowed in annoyance.

"Now go away, I have work to do," and without so much as another word she grabbed a pile of papers from behind the desk and headed into the back room to file them. Wade stared after her for a while, his face still dark as he bit the inside of his lip before nodding slightly and wandering back out of the hotel room.

He didn't like the look of either of those LA boys, there was something wrong about them both, other than the simple fact that they were city boys. Something wasn't sitting right with Wade, they didn't seem right, there was no real reason for them to have come out to Bluebell. Most of all though, he didn't like the way the older one looked at Millie, not one little bit.