I drove my Honda Civic down the highway, hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. My heart pounded in my chest, and the lightning flashing across the night sky didn't help ease my anxiety. "Crimson and Clover" came on the classic rock station, and I felt a pit in my stomach. It was one of the songs that played the night that my life was changed forever. I continued driving, and let my mind drift back to that fateful night, fifteen months ago.

Sam Winchester wasn't like any of my usual clients. He was tall, handsome, muscular. Amazing body. Perfect face. Hair long enough to give a good pull. Sadly, I don't get many guys that looked like him in my line of work. They're usually middle aged, married men just looking for something their wives didn't give them. Sam was different. We had met at a bar, I approached him and laid out a proposition. He accepted without thinking twice, finished his whiskey, and lead me out to his car. A short, silent drive to the hotel later and we were inside. He didn't match my attempts at conversation, which was another clue that he wasn't like my usual clientele. He was a little demanding, a little too concerned about his own needs, but not to the point it was a miserable time. It was a wonderful time, in fact. Definitely the best night I had on the job and I'd rate it as one of the top sexual encounters I've had. I remember the next morning like it was yesterday. I had woken up to him sitting at the small table on the other side of the room, he was writing something in a notebook and sipping coffee. He barely nodded in my direction when I gave him a cheerful good morning. I shrugged and went into the bathroom to freshen up before leaving. He had mentioned he had work to do, so I didn't want to keep him. I emerged fifteen minutes later and stopped short at the door. A smile crept across my face as I watched him do pullups on a bar he must have installed himself. He stopped when he saw me, and gave a blank stare. I gave one last attempt at conversation but he played the mystery card again so I shrugged and turned toward the door. He stopped me and handed me the folded up hundred dollar bills he owed me for my "services". I honestly had forgotten he was supposed to pay me. I had given him my personal phone number in return, but as I had assumed, I never heard from him again.

After several weeks I had put him out of my mind, summing it up to a mysterious drifter I'd never see again. Boy was I wrong. Sam Winchester had left me with a gift, and from the moment I discovered said gift, I knew that he'd forever be a part of my life whether we crossed paths again or not. I had assumed not, and never went to look for him. I had planned to live my life peacefully, just me and my little Isabella Grace Winchester, that was until Izzy was taken from me by a strange man with black eyes. That was when I knew I had to find Sam.

I snapped back to the present, tears falling from my eyes. I looked in the backseat at the empty infant car seat strapped onto the bench. I sniffled and shut off the radio, the only sounds now being the swishing of the windshield wipers and my hard sobs.

I didn't know what would happen when I finally found Sam, but kicking him right in the gonads was at the very top of my list.

I continued my drive, crossing into the New York state line. I was getting closer.