I guess I'm just another thing you left behind.

I watch as Faith packs the boxes tight, filling them with books, clothing and other little artifacts of mine. Each box has their own label as she scribbles across them in black sharpie, helping me stay organized for the big move. I let out a sigh as I watch her packing my belongings, not knowing if I should say something or sit in the silence. I watch as the curvy brunette stands up, dusting her hands on her sweatpants and looking up to me, giving me a sad smile. "I guess that's everything, Sammy."

I nod, a heaviness sitting on my chest as I realize that the only thing left is for me to move away for school. "Thanks, you didn't have to do all of that." I tell her as I stand up, walking over to her.

Her arms are crossed in front of her chest as she chuckles, shaking her head at me. "If I didn't, you would've waited until tomorrow morning before you left to pack." She says, teasing me about my procrastination.

I take a deep breath before reaching for her, pulling her into my chest and holding her tightly. "I don't know what I'd do without you." I admit, feeling her breath shake. "I don't want to leave, I wish you could just come with me."

Faith grins slightly, "You have to leave. There's nothing here for you, and you're going to regret it if you don't go to school. I know you, and I know how badly you want this."

I nod as I continue to hold her, "I guess you're right."

I hear her laugh, "No, I am right." She teases me, "But you should probably get to bed. You guys are leaving early, and you have a big day ahead of you."

I sigh, pulling away from her and looking down at the woman standing in front of me. "Yeah, you too. I'll walk you to your dad's." I tell her, and she nods, reaching for her small purse and throwing it over her shoulder before walking down the stairs and sliding on her Birkenstocks. The walk to her dad's house feels like both forever and too short. Before I know it, I'm standing outside of the large brick house, clearing my throat as she stands beside me, looking at the front door and sighing.

"Well, here's my stop." She says quietly, obviously not wanting to go.

I look over to her, "I'm sorry."

Faith shakes her head, giving me a stern look. "You have nothing to be sorry for, Sammy. You have to do this for yourself, and I'm here to support you, forever and always." She tells me, reaching for my hand and giving it a tight squeeze. I give her a sad smile, taking a step towards her and moving my hand from her grip, slipping it to the side of her face.

"I love you." I tell her quietly.

Her chest falls as she looks into my eyes, reaching for my hand and gripping it as I hold her face. "I love you too. It's going to be okay, we're going to be okay, one way or another." She tells me, confidence in her tone. "Don't forget your care package my dad packed for you, it's with your other boxes."

I nod, a small smile growing, "I won't. Your dad would kill me if I forgot that."

Faith chuckles, "You're damn right he would." She says with a loud yawn. "Ugh, I'm sorry."

I shake my head, "Don't be. You're tired and should get to bed. I guess this is where we leave it off." I say, sadness in my voice as I stare into her blue eyes. "I wish you didn't have to work tomorrow."

"Me too, but hey, you're going to be too exhausted anyways. I'll call you when I'm off, okay?" I nod, agreeing to her promise. "Well, I love you, and I hope you drive safely tomorrow and aren't too tired."

I move closer to her, pulling her into me as I kiss her gently, not wanting to break away from her or this moment. "I love you too. Get some sleep and I'll talk to you tomorrow." I tell her, kissing the top of her head before kissing her once more. I watch as she breaks away from my embrace, walking up the concrete steps of her father's house. I watch as she stops at the front door, turning around and giving me a sad smile.

"I miss you already." She says with a faint chuckle.

I look at her with guilty eyes, "I miss you too, but I'll see you in a few weeks." I tell her, and with that, she just nods, opening the door to her father's home and heading inside. I stand on the sidewalk, waiting for her bedroom light to turn on so I know she's safe. I continue to watch her bedroom window and my eyes widen as I notice that her light isn't turning on, instead her room is engulfed with flames as a bloodcurdling scream fills the air.

I shoot up from my bed, my chest heaving as the nightmare burns in my mind. I look around frantically, searching for Dean, but instead I realize I'm alone in the motel room. I close my eyes, lowering my head and holding it in my hands as I let out a long breath, trying to calm myself down. "Another nightmare?" I look up and see Dean leaning against the bathroom doorframe. Instead of saying anything, I just nod, not wanting to go into details. "She's okay, Sam, we would've heard if she wasn't. Hell, the whole town would have gone up in flames if anything happened to her." I give him a stern look and he bites his lip, "Guess that's not the greatest choice of words, eh?"

I groan, throwing the comforter off as I get out of bed and walk towards my bag. "You think?" I pull a suit, dress shirt and tie out from my bag, getting dressed before pushing Dean out of the bathroom so I can brush my teeth and get ready for the day. "What's the plan?" I ask him as I put a line of toothpaste on my toothbrush.

Dean sighs, "Looks like there's a werewolf in town. Some college kid got killed and his friends won't talk about it to the cops."

I finish brushing my teeth and then raise an eyebrow, looking at Dean, "So what do we do? Talk to these kids? Who knows if they'll even talk to us."

Dean shakes his head as he gets dressed, "We need to talk to the people who are most involved in their lives. Maybe someone knows something that could really help us. They're all enrolled in a college, the same class too which makes it easy. We can talk to the coordinator and see what he says, get some information on them and then see if the kids will talk to us."

I nod, "Looks like we've got a busy day. School first?" I ask, and Dean gives me a smirk.

"You bet 'cha. Maybe we'll find some eye candy there." He says with a wink. I roll my eyes, shaking my head and immediately disagreeing with his statement.

"Let's go, perv." I say as I shrug on my suit jacket and walk out of the motel, Dean trailing behind me as we get to the car.

Once we find the address, we drive off to the college. We park and immediately start looking for a security desk or something, so we can find out where this coordinator's office is. Dean points at a large orange desk and I nod, following him as he heads over to the desk. Dean smiles at the two men standing behind the desk. "Morning boys. I'm looking for the coordinator of the behavioral psychology program. We have to talk to him about a few students of his." He says as he holds his badge.

The one guy nods, somewhat skeptical of Dean and I. "Sixth floor, room 218. Can't miss it." He says bluntly, not wanting to talk to Dean and I for longer than he has to.

I nod, "Thank you." I say as we walk away from the desk, finding an elevator and getting to the sixth floor. We scan the floor for number signs indicating where this office is and finally we find it. I walk over to it and start knocking, hoping someone is inside and we won't have to wait here until they come back from a class.

I hear someone clear their throat on the other side of the door before the handle moves and the door squeaks open. The door opens, and I can't believe my eyes. I analyze the stunning brunette. Her hourglass figure hugged by the tight black dress she's wearing that cuts off at the top of her knees, fitted with a pair of black Louboutin high heels. Her hair in a curly mess, hitting the small of her back and her glasses sitting on the end of her nose. I watch as her eyes widen, realizing who I am.

"Holy shit, Faith McKeown!" Dean says obnoxiously, staring at her and drinking in every curve of hers. "I can't say I thought I'd be seeing you today."

Faith looks over at Dean and then chuckles, "Yeah, I can't say I thought I'd be seeing you two either. Come in." she says, stepping away from the door and allowing us to walk in. She takes a seat at her desk, reaching for her mug and taking a sip of it. "What brings you boys into town?"

I am absolutely stunned, and I feel like there's a frog in my throat, I can't find the courage to say anything to her so instead I stare. Dean looks over at me and chuckles, nudging me hard with his elbow. I shake my head, looking at him then over to Faith as we take a seat. "We're on the case of Scotty Andrews. We noticed him, and his friends are in this program and we just wanted to gather some information on them, see what type of kids they were."

Faith nods, taking another sip of her tea. "Well, they're all very good students. Hardly any of them skipped any of their classes, and they're all on honour roll. I'm aware that Scotty had depression and was battling with it recently, and I can imagine the tension that could've built in his relationship with the boys. They all lived together, and everything seemed normal until I got the message of Scotty's passing." She explains to us, taking a deep breath. "Sorry, I'm finding it difficult to understand how any of this will be able to help you."

Dean looks back at the brunette, "We're just hoping that some of this information will act as a puzzle piece and help us figure out this case more, so we can bring justice to Scotty and his family."

Faith chuckles, shaking her head. "I know what you two do, and I'm not stupid. You're trying to find information on what killed him, not Scotty himself." She tells us in a matter-of-fact tone before taking another drink of her tea.

Dean tilts his head, confused and shocked by her statement. I clear my throat, watching her and getting lost in her blue eyes. "I-I, we just want to help, Faith, and we wouldn't be here talking to you if we didn't think this would help us catch whatever killed Scotty. For all we know it could be a threat to the whole town and we obviously don't want that." I explain to her.

"How the hell do you know about us?" Dean anger whispers at her, not wanting anyone to hear him.

Faith gives him a 'really' look, raising her eyebrow and shaking her head. "Our dads were best friends. I heard about it growing up and would listen to our dads talking about a hunt or two. I wasn't born yesterday, Dean. Now, is there anything else you boys need from me? Papers? Photos?"

I shake my head, "No, I don't think so. Hopefully we can figure it out sooner than later."

Faith nods, "Do you think you have a lead on what it was?"

Dean shrugs, "A werewolf more likely. We'll figure it out though."

I hear her laugh, "So what, I should stay inside on the full moon?" she teases us, and I feel my heart pounding in my chest.

"Ha-ha, very funny smart ass." Dean tells her, rolling his eyes. "Now, we should get going, we've got business to take care of."

Faith smirks, standing up and getting her things. "I'm out of here too, I have a meeting to attend to, so thankfully you guys caught me at the right time. I'll walk you two out of the building." She tells us, grabbing her tote and shrugging on her black trench coat, tying the belt up at the front, accentuating her curves.

We walk down the stairs and Dean seems nearly winded by the end of it. "Okay there, buddy?" I tease him, and he flips me off, shaking his head as he takes a break from the cardio.

Faith chuckles, continuing her strut to the front doors. I speed up to her and finally reach the woman. "So, I didn't know you left Kansas or were a professor." I admit, looking over at her and analyzing her features.

"It's been nearly ten years, Sam, a lot can change." She gives me a small smile, "How was Stanford? Did you finish?"

I shake my head, "No, things happened at home and I had to be there more than away at school." I clear my throat, "I'm sorry about what happened."

Faith gives me a reassuring smile, "You have nothing to apologize for, things happen and sometimes it's the wrong time." We walk down the steps of the college.

I nod, "Well, I guess this is where we leave off. It was nice seeing you, and I hope you're doing well. Hopefully we'll figure all of this werewolf nonsense out before it hurts anyone else."

"Yeah, of course. Well, enjoy the rest of your day and good luck." She says softly, looking up at me with a smile spread across her face. I nod and watch as Dean races down the stairs, meeting me at the bottom of it.

Faith walks towards the other side of the steps and Dean smirks at me, "Look at you love birds, nothing has changed since high school." He says, teasing me.

I roll my eyes, shoving him playfully, not wanting to deal with his teasing right now. I let out a long breath, still in disbelief of running into Faith after all of these years. I'm interrupted from my thoughts as a voice calls out to me.

"Hey, Sam." I look over to the brunette, staring into her blue eyes. "I'm happy to see you again. If you wanted to go for a drink while you're in town, just call me, my numbers on the card that Dean snuck from my office." A small grin spreads across my face and I chuckle, nodding at her statement, and for the first time in a long time, everything feels alright.