PROLOGUE

A Familiar Face


Sam Winchester.

It's all she could think about. He was her first crush. One she never got over. The last time she saw him was the day he left Stanford. She cursed herself, never having the courage to speak to him. Out of all the boys at Stanford, Sam was different. She couldn't explain it, though. There was just something about him.

As the months flew by, the thoughts of Sam Winchester vanished from her mind. Until, that day. The day she saw Dean Winchester's mug shot. She wasn't surprised, however. Dean had a knack for getting himself into deep trouble. But, her surprise came from Sam – his mug shot. She couldn't even begin to fathom how this happened.

It didn't matter at all. He was still Sam Winchester – no matter how much he changed. She wondered if she would ever see him again.

She walked down the sidewalk, hands shoved deep into her pockets. The crisp, cool air snapped at her from both sides. She looked around her, noticing the lifeless atmosphere.

Almost taunting her. The thought of being stuck in this town for the rest of her life made her shiver. As she glanced back and forth, something caught her attention.

A face. A familiar face.

Driving down the road in a black Impala was Sam and Dean Winchester. They didn't notice her at all for she had changed her appearance. Why would they notice her? She never spoke a word to him.

The Impala disappeared around the corner.

As she watched, enthralled by the sight of Sam, she knew one thing and one thing only.

She had to meet Sam Winchester.