As Dean ran the shower for himself, his shirt now laying on top of his bed, he noticed a phone charger on his night stand. Looking closer at the shipping box it rested on top of, he realized that Scarlett must have ordered it and had it sent to the house just for them.

He pulled his cell phone out of his leather jacket strewn on a chair and attempted to jolt it back to life. Dean studied the small, blue screen and then scowled as it turned black.

Nothing.

"Damnit," the older Winchester grumbled as he kicked off his boots and walked into the bathroom.

"Hey, Scarlett?"

The blonde pushed the last of her tools into a storage cabinet in the garage and turned around. "Yeah, Sam?"

"Can I ask you something?"

She nodded and took a step towards him. "Sure, what's up?"

"Do you ever regret…" Sam started then paused to run a hand through his shaggy hair. "Taking up the hunt?"

Scarlett kicked the door shut behind her and walked to the start of the driveway, where her fellow hunter was waiting. "You know, I ask myself that question all of the time."

"Do you ever come up with an answer?"

"Yeah," she bobbed her head in agreement, her curls bouncing with it. "I realize that I have an overwhelming desire to be what I consider normal. By this point in my life, I should have had a few serious boyfriends, possibly on the verge of getting married and starting a family. Maybe, working on being made partner at a law firm. I should have had the opportunity to do whatever I want, at the very least. But hunting is in my blood, Sam. Just like it's in yours. And no matter how much we try to fight it or convince ourselves that we can have what we perceive to be a normal life, there's no escaping it. For us, this is normal."

Sam shook his head. "You make it seem so simple."

Scarlett let out a casual laugh. "You have no idea how much time I had to put the pieces together."

"How do you deal with all this?" the younger Winchester continued to press her, but she didn't appear bothered by his questions. "Twenty-six years have passed and I still can't figure it out."

"Look, Sam. I know you're wondering why can't you deal with it as well as Dean or I do." She looked down at her shoes and then back at the much taller person to her left. "And to tell you the truth, Dean and I deal with everything in very different ways. "

He eyed her strangely. "What do you mean?"

"Your brother and I…" she rubbed her cheek, trying to find the words. "Feel very differently about our lives. I feel like I'm hunting because it's what I'm meant to do in order to make a difference in the world."

Sam continued to press her, "And Dean?"

She crinkled her nose in thought. "I think that Dean feels like it's something he has to do to make everything okay again, for him and for you. And he resents that you both can't have normal lives."

In disbelief, he sunk to the ground and leaned against the side of the house. "For a girl I just met, you seem to know my brother a hell of a lot better than I do."

She extended a lightly tanned hand towards the ground and sat down beside him. "It's because we both have destinies we've spent all of our lives trying to avoid."

"But if it wasn't for me, there'd be nothing for either of you to avoid," he responded guiltily, staring off into the horizon.

"I didn't say what I did before just to make you feel better, Sam," she told him, looking out, as well. "I said it because it's true. It started with Campbells… and it was always going to end with one, even if his last name is Winchester."

Sam sighed heavily, "Maybe."

Scarlett turned her head towards him, her hazel eyes studying his face intently. "Tell you what," she started and stood up, brushing off her jeans. "We're going to do something that's going to make you forget about everything for a little while."

Sam swiveled his head around as she walked back into the garage, searching for something. "What are you talking about?"

"When I need to clear my head," the blonde explained, disappearing from his line of vision, "There's only one thing that helps. If only I could find my spare… ah! Found it!"

He watched as the lithe blonde woman came into view, holding a white box. "What is that?"

Scarlett flipped him the box with one hand. "Open it and see for yourself."

Catching the cube, Sam pulled open the top and looked inside. "A helmet?"

"Sam," She smiled at him, as she pushed her now un-covered motorcycle out of the garage. "Have you ever been on a motorcycle before?"

"Can't say that I have," he tilted his head to the side and eyed Scarlett. "Were you wearing that jacket before?"

She looked down at her arms, enveloped in a black, leather riding jacket, and shook her head. "No, I left it out here the last time I went riding. Now, are you gonna come or what?"

"I've never driven one of these before, Scarlett," Sam laughed at her. "I'll kill myself."

She rolled her hazel eyes and straddled the bike. "I'm not letting you drive! I was asking you if you want to ride with me?"

Sam moved his head from side to side as he mentally weighed the pros and cons of riding, but when he saw her start up the jet black bike with blue flames and watched as it was consumed in an electric blue glow from the lamp lights, he couldn't say no. He pulled out the helmet and slid it onto his head. "Ah, what the hell. Now's the time to start living, right?"

Scarlett pushed her own black helmet, with silver and blue blade-work, onto her head and tucked in her blonde hair. "Exactly. Now, climb on and put your arms around my waist."

The younger Winchester did as he was told, climbing onto the bike, and was soon pressed against her. "Arms around your waist?"

"No one's going to see you, Winchester. Man up."

"Right, right…" he nodded and placed his sweatshirt-covered arms around her waist. "Now what do I do?"

The buxom blonde revved the engine twice and then smirked. "Hold on."

And with that, they sped off and out of the driveway, into the afternoon sun.

Dean emerged from the bedroom about an hour later, his hair still dripping with water, and lacking a shirt. With a smirk, he wandered around the house, looking to accidentally bump into the goddess-like woman that was Scarlett Lucas. While she had certainly saved he and his brother from whatever still lurked in the darkness, it didn't mean that he couldn't thank her in his own way…

Even if his own methodology was kind of what he desired anyway.

He couldn't deny that she was sexy and he certainly dug blonde chicks. In fact, it appeared as though with every passing minute, her hotness factor increased. But when he had covered all of the square footage of the house, and she, nor Sam, was anywhere to be found, Dean forgot all about his attempts to bed the blonde and focused on finding his little brother.

For the first time in what seemed to be forever, Sam found himself reveling in freedom, freedom that only the open road could bring. The beautiful, rolling countryside whipped past him at first, the colors blending together into an impressionist painting. But as soon as he adjusted to his surroundings, he experienced a world that he'd never seen before.

He'd lost track of the time since they'd left. Had it been minutes? Hours? He didn't know. But frankly, he didn't care. Not once had he thought about his father, his mother, Dean, Ruby, or Lucifer, nor the part he played in each of their existences, or lack therof. It was just him, the open road, and Scarlett Lucas, the woman who had probably saved his life once and more than likely, saved his sanity with just her motorcycle.

He slowly loosened his grip on the driver, allowing himself to lean back and take it all in for a little while longer.

Scarlett smiled beneath her helmet as she felt him shift. He deserved this much, a happy moment to savor… because she wasn't really sure how many more happy moments Sam Winchester would have over the course of the next thirty days.

"Sam?" Dean's voice rumbled through the house as he opened random doors on the top floor, hoping to find his brother inside. He looked out the back window, wondering if Scarlett was showing him around her garden. No such luck. "Sammy?" he repeated, to no avail yet again, as he descended down the stairs, throwing a black tee-shirt on over his head.

He and Sam had survived Lucifer's rise in Maryland, yet he had just managed to lose his brother while he took his time trying to get their hostess into the sack.

Really fucking smart, Dean. Way to think with the appropriate appendage.

Dean made his way into the backyard, hoping that his view of his brother in the yard would be obstructed from upstairs, but yet again, he was wrong. Then out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the garage door was open. Slowly and quietly, Dean moved towards the driveway and noticed that the side that was open contained the track marks of a inline set of wheels. But before he could draw any further conclusions, the older Winchester brother heard a rumbling sound coming from way down the street, to his left.

He took a few steps away from the garage and set his eyes on a small figure in the distance that grew larger as it grew closer. Then it turned into the driveway and sped towards him. He recognized the passenger of the motorcycle immediately by his tall, lanky frame and shook his head as the engine idled. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

Sam pulled off his helmet, the faint remnants of a bright smile still present, and looked at his brother. "Nothing, but you seem to have a problem."

"Sammy, you can't just take off when I'm in the shower to go joyriding. Although, it's not like there are a whole bunch of demons out there after us or anything," Dean retorted angrily as his brother dismounted the bike.

Scarlett pulled off her helmet, her blonde tresses cascading down around her, and looked over at Dean. "First of all, he was out there with me, not some random stranger. Give him a little more credit than that," she continued, dismounting the bike and walking over to him. "Secondly, I'd never ever let anything happen to Sam, not just because we need him, but because he's your brother."

Dean attempted to keep his cool as he was absolutely schooled by the young woman who embodied the volatility of a stick of dynamite and tried to avoid looking further downward than was warranted.

Metallica shirt, ripped jeans, riding boots, leather jacket, and a motorycycle, he mentally ticked off in his head. Add ten to the hotness factor.

"So you're just going to stand there and not say anything at all?" Scarlett challenged him, folding her arms in front of her and, as Dean noticed, inadvertently pushing up her chest.

Dean tilted his head to the right and arched an eyebrow. "Pretty much."

"Awesome," the woman snapped back sarcastically and then turned towards his brother. "Sam? You get shotgun. It's too bad the car has a backseat. I'd really like to stuff your brother in the trunk."

Sam started to walk towards the garage and Scarlett followed, "You know that we can still put him in there, right? I think the two of us could overpower him enough to squeeze him in there."

"You think so? It'd be worth a shot."

Dean watched them as they continued plotting against him while walking away and furrowed his brow. "You two know that I can hear you, right?"

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter as much, if not more, than the last. Hopefully, you're starting to see Scarlett's personality a little more.

I'm sure that some of you are probably wondering why there's a little inconsistency in the chapter. Such as how Scarlett conveniently has her jacket in the garage or how she seems to know so much about Sam and Dean, despite only having really interacted with them for a day. I promise you, it's not an oversight or my lack of attention to detail on my part. I take a lot more care in my work than that. It's actually rather significant.

The next chapter will prove to be a little more explanatory and a character you've yet to find out the fate of will reappear. So, I guess that's a bit of a teaser for you!

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