-Sam-

While I was waiting for Dean to return from the bathroom, I flipped through pictures in my dirty leather wallet that had been long forgotten. I paused on a picture of Jess, lightly running my thumb over the outline of her face. I forced myself to turn to the next picture. It was an old one of Dean and I. We had to be 12 and 8 years old. My hair was shaggy and my boots were too big and I stood next to Dean in all his confident bravado. He had a shotgun over his shoulder wearing a backwards baseball cap. Funny how he thought this was cool until he was about 20 years old. I flipped through a few more random pictures when I came upon one I had to stop at. There was Ashley wrapped up in an old blanket in front of a campfire. Jess, Ashley, our friend Daniel, and I had gone camping over the Labor Day weekend and this was one of my favorite pictures from that trip. The fire lit up all the right parts of her face as she smiled at me over the firelight. I remember Jess had told this hilarious story of one of their many "girl trips" as they called them so her smile was genuine. When I heard footsteps approaching, I hastily shut my wallet and threw it aside.

"What you looking at?" Dean asked as he noticed my wallet on the edge.

"Nothing. Just making sure I remembered my credit card."

"That's a lie." Dean said. He picked up my wallet and started to flip through the pictures. He too paused on Jess but quickly moved on. A smile came on his face when came up on the picture of us as young boys, but again quickly moved on. I was hoping he would give up and move on but I flinched when he stopped on the picture of Ashley.

"Dean?"

"Have you heard anything from her?"

"Nothing. We lost contact the night we left."

"I tried to email her, but I never got a response. I hated leaving like that." I nearly choked on my spit when he said that.

"Dean you spent one night with the girl. One drunken night. What was so different than any other night you spent with a girl?"

"Not sure. She's just something I can't get off my mind."

"This is a first."

"Yeah, whatever dude. Let's get out of here. You're buying." He said throwing me back my wallet.

"You mean Lars Ulrich is paying."

"Oh yeah. Good choice with Metallica by the way."