A/N: Okay, so I know this was only going to be a one-shot, but I got this idea tonight, and I really just want to draw off the history I already created for the two. So this is a pretty significant time jump and you can obviously tell that a lot has happened since then, and I will fill you in on pieces of that slowly as it will probably be significantly different. I guess for now, you should know that the first chapter was when Peyton was around 16 and still dating Nathan, and now we are probably about 10 years down the road. sorry for the long A/N, just wanted to explain. Hope you love Dean/Peyton as much as I do. And sadly, I don't own Supernatural or One Tree Hill, and even sadder, I don't own Jensen Ackles (sigh). Enjoy.

Peyton furiously wiped down the yellow countertop of the café. On her feet for 10 hours straight, she still hadn't become accustomed to this, even after five years. Days like this were especially hard on the woman, watching as families walked through town with their children. They all held happy smiles on their faces and a certain quirk to the steps, as if they were walking on air. She wished she could have that, but her life was very different.

Lucas walked in to see the blonde working as if she had been challenged to rub a whole in the counter with her rag. Her hair was pulled up as it normally was, her clothing loose from the weight she had been losing, and the circles under her eyes seemed to grow each time he saw her. The green sparkle in her eyes that used to be present had also seemed to fade. He knew when his mom gave her the job a few years ago, that it would wear her away, but she wouldn't accept help from him or Brooke, or Nathan and Haley. She was stubborn, to a fault. Working had allowed her to keep up her childhood home, pay the bills, and put food on the table. It hadn't, however, allowed her time to be Peyton Sawyer, and for that he was sad.

"Hey, stranger." She said almost silently as he slipped into one of the stools at the counter.

"Hi, everything okay?" he questioned glancing at the pace of her arm.

She glanced down, stopping her motions, obviously having been unaware of her actions. "Yeah, it's just been a long day, I'm kind of on auto-pilot right now."

"I can take over from her if you want to take the rest of the evening off. I know since Mom left with Andy that running this place hasn't exactly been the easiest."

"It's fine, really. I mean you have a life to go live. This is my job anyway, and you know how much I depend on it."

"Peyton, let me help." He placed his hand on hers, and he couldn't help but notice the small droplets of water forming in her eyes, that is until she looked away. She hadn't shown weakness in so long, she couldn't now, not knowing that one breakdown would set her back and likely lead to more. Wanting to alleviate the tension, and help her keep her emotions in check as she obviously wished, he added "Besides, Brooke flew to New York this morning to meet with Victoria about the clothing line they are going to start. You know how lost I get without her around. I need the distraction."

"I really would like to get out of here." She admitted after watching yet another couple walk down the sidewalk in front of the café, a young girl in their arms and boy attached to their hands.

"I know, so go." He walked behind the counter and wrapped one of the red aprons around his waist, motioning with her hands for her to scoot. She hugged him quickly before removing her similar apron and whispering. "Thanks Luke" to which he just smiled, hoping that she would make the most of the afternoon without punishing herself too much for the situation she was in. If only she could just allow herself to feel happiness.

She walked to the booth by the window and slid in, and skillfully shook her curls loose from the tight hold they had been in. She picked up a pencil and got a sheet of drawing paper from the stack in the middle of the table, and began tracing the outline of a young boy of about 6 years old. She was interrupted from working on his eyes, when a similar pair flashed in her mind, a pair that had been absent for nearly 6 and half years.

Across the café, Luke noticed the blank expression on his friends face and spoke from across the counter in the half empty café. "Peyton." She shook her memories off, and turned to look at the man. "It's a nice day, don't waste it. Go to the park or something."

"Yeah, momma, let's go to the park. I want to play on the merry-go-round." She cracked the first smile she had all day seeing the impending excitement flash in her son's eyes.

"Okay, sweetie. Let me get my coat. Put your things in your backpack, okay."

"Yay." the boy squealed, something he had likely picked up from spending many afternoons with Brooke. Lucas smiled, thankful that his godson's presence never failed to make her smile, even if nothing else would.

She returned from the back with her purse and coat, offering Luke a thanking smile as she and J.D. left the café for the park. A light sting grazed her heart knowing that it would only be her walking with her son, she couldn't give him the father that she knew he so desparately wanted and needed in his life, much as she had needed her mother in hers.

She took a deep breath after exiting the café. The air was crisp and slightly cool, much as it is on most spring days. The trees were showing signs of new green leaves, and buds forming on flowers along the sidewalk. Days like this almost made her feel alive again. Almost. "Do you want to stop by and see if Jamie wants to go?" She asked as she grabbed his hand in her own before beginning the journey a few blocks over.

"Not really, can it just be you and me today, momma?" he asked sincerely. She knew they hadn't been spending the time that he needed with his mother, and another sting entered her heart. She regretted everything she couldn't give her son, including more of her.

"Sure thing, buddy. Let's go get that merry-go-round." She said quickening their pace, which she knew would only spark his excitement more.

When they finally reached the park, they noticed how bare it seemed with only a few other children on the swings, the slide with one child, and the merry-go-round completely empty. She wasn't sad though, she knew her son would be delighted that they didn't have to wait their turns. She was, however, curious because days like these often overcrowded the park. She temporarily brushed it off to the new park opened across town across town, it had monkey bars. "Looks like we won the lottery, J.D."

Back at the café, Lucas was getting along well. The café seemed to die down a little after the rush of after-schoolers passed. He was rolling up napkins for the next day when a tall dark haired man walked in, sitting down directly in front him, his gaze focusing on the phone as he texted to someone on the other end. "Hey, can I get a cup of coffee?"

"Sure thing, black?"

"Yeah."

"Thanks." Lucas watched the man slide his phone back into his pocket with ease, and began sipping his coffee, and checking his watch. He noticed something familiar about him yet, he couldn't place it.

"Are you waiting on someone?" Lucas asked, not meaning to pry but trying to feel out whether another cup would be needed, or maybe he was prying.

"Yeah, he's a little late, but if you knew my brother it would surprise you, he gets sidetracked by anything with legs, and if they are exposed or carrying a heavier load, then his brain practically shuts down."

"Say no more, my brother used to be the same way." He said referring to Nathan days before Haley.

"So…" He squinted his eyes a little to read the nametag on the man. "Lucas." He reached his hand across the counter to shake. "I'm Sam. Nice to meet you."

"Same here."

"So Lucas, do you know about anything weird going on around here, more particularly around the buildings on Maple, around the graveyard and park?"

"No." Lucas shook his head too, wondering what could be possibly have brought up this question. He didn't need to ask for the taller man to explain himself, obviously catching the question in the other man's eyes.

"I've just heard some rumors about ghosts and was kind of interested. I don't you suppose you believe in them?" A smile gracing his lips, assuming that would be a 'no'. He stated the last sentence as a question just in case. There was nothing too strange about believing in ghosts, especially if you knew they really existed.

"I'm not really sure."

"How are you not sure?" Sam quipped.

"It's just, a while back, I was in a coma, and my Uncle Keith came to see me there, I'm not really sure whether that would be classified as a ghost or just my subconscious."

"I see." He looked down at his cell phone, and looked up again rolling his eyes in the process. "Looks like he's gonna be awhile."

"Want something to eat while you wait?" he asked, thankful for the conversation with someone, but not wanting to neglect his duties as a server.

"Actually, that wouldn't be so bad. Can I just get a burger." He said after reading the menu on the wall briefly.

"Of course." Luke said before turning to tell the cook to make a burger.

When Sam's eyes trailed the wall back down from the menu, his eyes caught sight of a black and white drawing of a car posted.

"That is a pretty amazing sketch on the wall there."

Lucas couldn't remember what was hanging on the wall, and turned quickly before explaining. " Ah yes, the '65 Impala. My friend's son, my godson, is obsessed with the car, I've never been able to figure it out, but he drew that last week. Pretty good for 5 right?"

"He's gifted. I'll have to remember to show my brother if he ever gets here, that what he drives. I think he would give up sex if he had to choose between it and car." After their conversation from minutes earlier, he knew exactly what that meant.

As soon as Luke set the burger down in front of Sam, Peyton and J.D. walked through the door. They had been gone for a little while, and Luke suspected that Peyton would come back to ensure everything was closed up properly. Karen had left her in charge of the café, and she intended to see that she didn't screw that up.

"Hey, Luke. Nathan will be here in a minute to pick up J.D, do you mind keeping an eye on him, while I run to the back and check stock?"

"Yeah, of course." He watched the little boy climb into his usual booth and take out his ipod and begin drawing yet another Impala.

Dean walked through the single glass door of the café knowing that there was a chance of seeing her. He expected her to still be in LA, especially after all the speeches he had heard of how great LA is. When he saw the curls bounce away toward a door in the back of the quaint little café, he wasn't so sure. He quickly got himself in check, not letting himself think it was her, but still cursing himself for the actions he had only recently performed with a sultry redhead he had seen through the dress shop window.

He focused himself again, seeing that his brother was engaged in conversation with some guy at the counter, he looked around at the rest of the café. He noticed the boy sitting in the booth by the wall, and noticed the drawing beneath his fingers. It was an Impala. Finally a kid with good taste, he thought to himself. "Nice drawing you got there, kid." He said as he slid into the adjacent booth so that they were facing. He knew when his brother was done talking; he would get the hint and join him so that they could discuss business.

"Thanks. It's a '65 Impala." He said never breaking his gaze the pencil and paper contact.

"Trust me I know what it is." He said trying not to sound too asshole-ish, as it was a young kid he was talking to.

"You do?" the boy questioned, glancing up briefly to see Dean playing with his keys.

"I have one." The little boy gaped his mouth in awe and stared at the man in front of him, but Dean's attention had already shifted. He heard her voice break through from behind the wall to the back room, and then he watched as the young child rang quickly to the blonde he had once called his and excitedly ask. "There is a man with an Impala out there, can you take me outside to see it? PLEASE!!!!" That's when everything changed, the room started spinning and closing in around him, he was able to focus on the young boys eyes, and see the same shade in them as he saw in the mirror, and the infatuation with the Impala. It clicked in his head and he felt his own eyes flash with several emotions all at once: love, regret, anger, pain. This didn't go unnoticed by the blonde as she was unable to unlock her eyes from his. Six damn years and she still felt that connection. Luckily, Nathan walked in and noticed the visibly tense situation, clearing his throat, and offering up a "hey guys."

Peyton brought her attention back to her son. "No, honey, we can't. I want you to go with your uncle Nathan now, okay?"

"But mom, I want to see the Impala." The child whined.

"J.D. I said go with your Uncle Nathan. Now get your stuff. I'll pick you up later." She sternly reiterated despite her heart protesting her harshness. She didn't really want him around when she and Dean actually spoke.

"Sawyer?" Nathan's voice broke through, and she glanced in his direction noticing the worry on his face. "Everything okay? Do you need me to come back?"

"No, just take J.D. and make sure he has a fun time with Jamie." She said softening her tone. "J.D., I love you, I'll pick you up tonight, and I'll make it up to you okay?" she said as she leaned down to wrap him in a hug and kiss his cheek, just long enough for him to wipe it away, and weakly whisper a disappointed 'okay'.

As soon as the bell on the door rang to indicate they were gone, her gaze once again returned to the man she loved despite her hatred for him. "Dean, what the hell are you doing here?"

He rose to stand in front of her with a look nearing disguist on his face. He had a son that he didn't know about and she was asking what he was doing here. "I have a son." He whispered in almost disbelief as water began to cloud his eyes threatening release, but he got a hold of himself, and felt the sting in his cheek clearly when the blonde swung her hand up to meet the side of his face. He caught her wrist when she attempted to repeat the actions, her eyes boring into his, both not giving in the words threatening to leave their lips. She was now the one feeling the room getting smaller, and she wiggled her hand free and then rushed out the door before he could catch her.