Sam was now back at the hotel with Dean, trying to figure out what to wear. Several types of dress pants and shirts were scattered all over the bed and a couple of suits that looked too FBI to be worn to Eliza's for dinner. "Ugh!" Sam groaned in annoyance. "I have no idea what to wear!"

Dean chuckled at his brother for getting all worked up over a girl. "My motto is dress to impress. I say wear a suit."

"That's too dressy and too suspicious for dinner." Sam commented before grabbing a pair of black dress pants and a black dress shirt. "How about this?" He questioned while holding it up to his body.

Dean shook his head. "Nah, too grim reaper." He joked about all of the black. "Keep the pants and go with a blue dress shirt and match it up with that silver tie dad sometimes wears.

"Thanks, Dean." Sam said graciously before grabbing the clothes and changing in the bathroom.

After Sam dressed and came back out, Dean used hair gel to slick back Sam's hair. "Is that really necessary?" He asked. "I'll look retarded."

"It shows you can tame your hair and that you want to make an impression, especially if you like her." Dean explained while combing Sam's hair back.

"I don't really know her." Sam confessed and was finally ready.

"Oh. I'm sure you will get to know her." Dean winked to suggest something perverted.

"I don't even know her yet and you're already trying to get me laid."

"Well, it's your senior year and you're eighteen so have at it."

Sam just rolled his eyes before heading towards the door. "See you later, Dean."

After leaving Dean and his perverted comments behind, Sam pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket that had Eliza's address on it. She had given it to him back in the library after he agreed to come to her house for dinner. Since the town was rather small, Sam decided he would walk to her house. It's not like he couldn't get a ride there, it was just he preferred that she didn't meet Dean because Dean would probably start dropping little sexual hints about the two of them. Sam didn't want to embarrass her or scare her away since he didn't even know her.

Sam passed several normal looking houses, ones that were all different colors as he walked on the sidewalk. At the end of the street, the same street the hotel was on, he noticed a rather big house, one that looked like a mansion. In his heart, Sam hoped the house didn't belong to Eliza, but when he looked at the address on the paper, and compared it to the address on the mailbox, they matched. At this point, Sam was glad he had dressed up, but wished that maybe he had gone for the suit.

Staring at the huge stone mansion, Sam walked up to the black metal gate and pushed the buzzer. A part of him wanted to turn around since he had never been to such a huge place, not even for a hunting case. His family didn't know anyone with such a big house, yet all this money. Well, Sam didn't know that Eliza's family had money, but by the size of the house, he just assumed they did. A woman's voice finally came over the speaker while Sam was lost in thought. "May I help you?"

"I'm Sam Winchester. Eliza invited me over for dinner." He explained, almost stuttering but keeping his cool regardless of his nervousness.

The gate buzzed for a moment and then opened so Sam could walk up the path to the house. His palms started to sweat and his heart beat quickened as he reached the front door. He quickly wiped his hands on his pants and the front door opened. Eliza stood there with a cute smile, wearing a black broom skirt and a pink fuzzy sweater. Her hair was down and long, but yet wavy and accented her face. "Hello." She said sweetly. "I hope you found the house okay."

A part of Sam wanted to laugh since the house was so big; it was kind of hard to miss. "No, I found it just fine." He replied before stepping into the house. His eyes went wide as he glanced around the luxurious-like palace. The walls were tall, leading up to a ceiling with beautiful paintings on it, almost like a copy of the Sistine Chapel had been painted on the ceiling. He looked back down and glanced around the room, noticing statues, paintings on the wall, and furniture that was too nice to ever belong in some place that Sam ever slept. "Wow." Sam said in awe. "You have a really nice home."

Eliza smiled sweetly again. "It's just a home for us." She mentioned before closing the door. "My father isn't home yet so we have to wait for dinner. He's probably busy at work again."

Sam nodded quietly and tried to take in his surroundings. There were several rooms that came off of the main room, which was beautiful in its own special way. There was a special carpet on the floor, which looked like it had come from another country. Most of the items looked like they had come from another country. Off to the side there was a grand staircase, leading to the upstairs. Sam glanced back at Eliza finally and smiled. He was surprised about her home because she seemed so down to earth.

"Come on." She said quietly, taking his hand and leading him into one of the many rooms. Sam felt kind of awkward with her taking his hand so suddenly but didn't read too much into it since she was leading him into a different room. He could see how it would be easy to get lost in a home like this so he let her guide the way.

Eliza opened the door to reveal a room with a grand piano. It was slick and black, like the ones that the really great composers played on stage. The décor in the room was similar to the main entrance, but the piano made the room even more gorgeous. The only difference was the double glass doors that opened up to a patio, which Sam guessed was there for entertaining dinner guests out on the patio by playing the piano.

Eliza sat down on the piano stool, leaving enough room for Sam to sit next to her. He sat down quietly and then watched her play the piano, hitting each key with such grace. He became mesmerized by her piano skills and watched with intense eyes. Being on the road all the time with his father and brother gave him little chance to witness such things as piano playing. Sam had never learned to play an instrument since he never had the time.

"Can you show me how to play the scale, like A, B, C, and so on?" He questioned while looking at the keys like they were foreign objects to him.

"Of course." She said quietly before taking his hand and making his fingers hit the right keys. Sam watched their hands hit the right keys together and it sent shivers down his spine. Her touching his hand in such a beautiful way seemed magical and at the same time intimate since she had barely known him. There was something about her, something he couldn't quite pinpoint that made his heart beat a bit faster than normal.

After she showed him the scale, he let her play by herself. He watched her intently; mystified by how gently she played the piece, but how strong the sounds came out of the piano. He stopped watching her hands and stared at her for a moment, realizing that she was gentle and fragile at the same time. There was something innocent about her that he liked, but scared him at the same time. He had never witnessed the actions of someone so gentle since he had spent most of his time fighting evil creatures.

Eliza stopped playing and looked at him. "What?" She asked in a smooth, even tone.

Sam quickly snapped out of his trance. "It's just really peaceful." He admitted. "Was that Mozart?"

She nodded silently and stared at the piano with sad eyes, or at least they appeared sad to Sam. "My mother taught me." She mentioned in a whisper.

Sam wanted to ask about her mother but he heard someone step into the room. "Eliza?" The man questioned.

Eliza looked up and saw the man in the room. "Hello, father." She greeted him quietly. Sam loved how her voice seemed like a whisper, but came out clearly as ever.

"Come on, Sam. We can eat dinner now." She explained before taking his hand again and leading him into the dining room. It was huge, but not as big as the main entrance. The table was long and looked like it could seat twenty people at it at once. A long white table cloth was spread down the length of it, with gold trim and tassels hanging from each corner. White candles were floating in vases filled with water along the length of the middle of the table. Only plates with all the silverware were set at three seats, one of the seats was at the end of the table, the two on the left side of the end seat. Only candles were lit by these three seats as well.

Eliza sat in the chair closest to the end chair so Sam assumed that her father would be sitting there. He sat down next to her quietly, almost afraid since the place was so nice. He wasn't quite sure how to behave, except to have outstanding manners. He noticed that the chair he sat in was rather comfy, the cushion lined with the same gold trim as the table cloth, and the same white material the tablecloth was designed from.

A couple of minutes they sat down, a woman came out carrying their plates. She sat down one in front of them individually. "Thank you, Greta." Eliza thanked sweetly before the woman went back into the kitchen.

Sam thought it was very nice for Eliza to be so sweet to even the maid. Sam looked down at the plate of food the maid had brought, noticing the china plate was a similar white color, and also trimmed in gold. The food on the plate was chicken, but it was cooked in a special way that Sam did not recognize. He had never eaten fancy food before and was definitely not used to eating anything that looked so awkward. He could tell the side dish was some type of rice, which made him a little less frightened since he figured he would have something to eat if the chicken tasted weird.

Eliza took a bite of her food, and so did her father, so Sam decided that he would also. He picked a little bit of the chicken up on his fork before placing it in his mouth. He was surprised to taste something so delicious that looked so funny on a plate. In fact, he thought it might have been one of the best things he ever tasted. After eating some of the chicken, he tasted the rice and admired how it was moist and slightly buttery. He never expected rice to taste so good with having butter mixed in, but it really tasted awesome on his tongue. "Wow. This is really good." He confessed.

Eliza smiled at him. "Greta is a really good cook."

"She really is." Sam said, before watching Eliza's father stand up from the table.

"I have some phone calls I need to make for work, so you kids have fun now." Her father said before leaving the table and walking down the hallway towards his office.

Sam turned to Eliza since he wanted to ask her a question. "If you don't mind me asking, what exactly does your father do?" He asked, more curious about how her father could afford such a glamorous home.

"He's a prestigious lawyer." She answered. "He has some high end clients that pay him a lot of money to be there if they need him regarding business deals or other things. He tries to do some pro bono work though too."

"And your mother?" He questioned, noticing that he hadn't seen a woman of the household around at all.

Eliza looked down towards her lap. "It's complicated." She replied. "I usually don't do this but, would you like to meet her?"

"Sure." Sam replied, his curiosity getting the best of him now that Eliza said she didn't usually do this. He wasn't sure what she meant, but he wanted to know.

Eliza grabbed his hand gently again and guided him towards one of the rooms. He watched as she opened the door and revealed a bedroom. There was a huge four poster bed with a white canopy hanging from each corner. However, this wasn't what caught Sam's eye. He noticed that a woman was sitting in a wheelchair, facing the window that had canopy type curtain on it which was see-through, just like the canopy on the bed.

Sam's heart raced a bit, fearing that the woman in the chair was Eliza's mother. As he was guided towards the woman, his fear was made a reality. Eliza let go of his hand and knelt down to the woman in the wheelchair who was wearing an ivory colored dress and matching sunhat. Her hair was long and wavy, just like Eliza's. Sam now understood where Eliza had gotten her looks from since her father was kind of chubby and balding.

Eliza ran her hand down her mother's cheek and tried to smile. "You look really pretty today." She said quietly. "Did Greta pick out that outfit for you?"

Sam noticed how her mother stared out into space and didn't seem to answer, like she wasn't there mentally. He now understood why she didn't normally have people meet her mother because they would either freak out or not understand. In a way, Sam didn't understand why she had him meet her mother since he didn't really know her all too well.

Eliza shut her eyes tight and a tear rolled down her cheek as she cried quietly. Sam watched her and wasn't sure what to do, but he felt terrible for her. He gently put his hand over hers, trying to comfort her a bit. "I'm sorry." He apologized, even though there was nothing he could do and it wasn't his fault.

Eliza wiped her eyes and opened them, looking at Sam. "No, I'm sorry." She sniffled. "I just cried in front of you and you barely know me."

Sam gave her a sympathetic smile. "It's okay. You don't have to apologize."

There was silence for a couple of minutes before Sam spoke. "So may I ask what happened to her?" He asked curiously, not wanting to be rude or intruding at the same time.

Eliza nodded slowly. "She was in a bad car accident. She hit her head really hard and there was some brain damage. She's catatonic all the time." She explained with grief in her eyes.

"I'm sorry." Sam apologized again. He didn't know what else to say but he felt bad for Eliza. She seemed so gentle and fragile, and now he figured that her mother's accident might have had something to do with that. On top of that, Sam got the impression that Eliza wasn't close to her father either since he was always working.

Eliza glanced towards the window and noticed it was getting dark outside. "It's getting kind of late. Perhaps, you should go home." She suggested, standing back up. She grabbed his hand again and led him out of the room and towards the front door.

"I hope you're not making me leave because of your mother. I'm not bothered by it or anything." He confessed as he was led to the front door.

"I know you're not." Eliza said and smiled at him sweetly before stopping in front of the door. "You're different."

Sam smiled nervously. "I hope different is meant in a good way."

Eliza smiled her sweet smile at him again. "It is." She blushed slightly.

"Thanks for having me over for dinner." Sam said and was about ready go leave.

"Do you want to come over after school tomorrow? We could study or something." She offered politely.

"I'd love to." Sam grinned. "I'll see you tomorrow at school."

Eliza opened the door for him. "Alright." She said in a whisper and let him out of the house.

Sam left quietly and walked back towards the hotel. He wanted to hang out with Eliza again to learn more about her. He found her captivating and realized Dean was right, he really did want to know her better. There was just something about her that he liked. He wasn't sure if it was her gentle nature, her piano talent, or perhaps how she acted so friendly towards him after she had just met him. He knew for sure he could always use a friend since he had a hard time making those whenever they moved. However, Sam couldn't get Eliza off of his mind when he walked back to the hotel that night.