"Stare much?"

For weeks I've been doing the same thing, ever since Dean and I went our separate ways (no trust to be found), watching her.

(her who is a miracle on two long legs)

"S-Sorry."

This town was just a big accident, flat tire, no gas, every wrong thing happened so I could find her, who is everything that is right, everything I've been missing.

If she wasn't Jess in every single way, the face I only got to see in my dreams, I would never have looked at her twice or even thought of staying this long.

But here I am, not hunting (which for me is not living) always a book and coffee in hand and my eyes and mind always on her.

"Give him a break, Tyra, the guy sure does look lonely."

"Fine, but that doesn't mean it isn't creepy."

-

It's been two weeks and five days, spent away from Dean (not a call, not a damn whisper) and the impala which holds more memories then any home could, being in the same place this long was something I never did, until now, until Tyra.

(the only reason why I wasn't home, with the brother I wanted forgiveness from most of all)

"Since you haven't taken your eyes off me for a week and half now, which most of it has been spent in a Chili's which is just sad, could you tell me your name? Or I could just keep on calling you the creepier."

Rather then glaring at me from a distance we were now face to face with each other for the first time, but she didn't know I'd had seen her face for years most them in my nightmares, and it was clear my method of winning her wasn't going to work.

"Sam, Sam Winchester.'

"Okay Sam Winchester, what's your story? And by the way is that Winchester with a W? I want to spell it right when I get the restraining order."

This time there was a playfulness to her manner, reminding me more and more of Jess with each smile, and I was getting ready to crush her with the weight of facts I should have told Jess right from the start.

(then maybe she would be by my side, not ashes)

"Y-You look like some I knew, someone I loved."

I stopped with the act, my eyes following her every move like she was a angel (something I had prayed for right from the start), started from the very beginning of my screwed up story and let her into a world I wish I wasn't apart of.

The world that was taking away the only thing I had self, myself.

(all that's left is a black heart and black eyes)

-

"Here, take it and call your brother, you big wuss. Ever since you came in here, telling your story of woe and demons, you've had your eyes on me and the phone."

She was becoming Jess in every way, in every smile, every look, and I was getting something and someone I didn't deserve, not even for a second.

(my mind now on her rather then blood, making me think maybe she could save me)

"I can't, Tyra, he hates me."

Her pink and gold phone was shoved in my hand, all ready to call the one person besides her I've been thinking of none stop (forgiveness from the both of them was all I needed to make it), but every pained word he had spoken to me came to mind, letting me see just how much I had hurt him.

(or rather hurt myself)

"I bet he's thinking the very same thing, now call him or I'll rethink letting you bunk on my couch, or believing your tragic life story."

"Fine, fine! I'm dialing."

"Good, tell him to come here when you make up, I have a feeling I'll like just as much as I like you, Winchester."