Hey everyone, this was just something that popped into my head today when I was dropping my friend off at the ferry. It doesn't add a lot to the story line but I just felt inclined to write it. Enjoy.

Chapter 3:

I brushed my lips along his; it was a habit, like we would do it for the rest of our lives. I let my hand linger in his as he started to walk away, "I'll be back in two days, I promise." He reassured me. "Then it will just be the two of us for the weekend so don't make any plans."

"I wont," I promised him. "I love you."

"Love you too." With that he descended the ramp, scuffing the bottom of his black-steel toed boots on the way. He got onto the ferry just as they blew the whistle.

I moved to my car and watched the ferry pull away from the dock. I loved ferryboats, they always soothed me although I'm not sure why. I opened the door and turned the ignition on my '74 T-bird and enjoyed the roar of it's engine.

Saying good-bye to people, especially at ferries and airports always made me feel like crying like it was a final goodbye. Usually they were only going for a few days but still.

Just as I thought that I heard a loud explosion and turned in my seat to see debris and fire raining down from where the ferry had been only moments ago. The air had taken on a thick grey quality that seemed to engulf me. All around me people were running, crying, screaming but I couldn't hear them. I just watched the sot fall from the sky and tried to calm my breathing… it felt like the smoke was strangling me. I jumped a bit and looked at the hood of my car to see a black steel-toed boot, and my heart echoed the dull thud it'd just made.

I woke up in a cold sweet suffocating under the comforter. The dreams were always so vivid, just like I was reliving the moment. I threw he heavy comforter off me and pulled some yoga pants over the thong I had worn to bed. I didn't bother with a bra just slipped a tank top on and slid into my runners. 'Only three am, another sleepless night… That must have been only two hours.' I thought sitting on the bed with my head in my hands.

The ferry thing had happened about a year ago and it continued to haunt me. I had meet Chris and we had clicked instantly, he was completely devoted to his hunting just like I was. We had been together about 6 months before buying an apartment in Seattle and starting to settle down.

The thing that got me the most was Chris had been killed in a mechanical malfunction on the boat. It had nothing to do with anything supernatural and that meant there was nothing for me to chase down. But as soon as he was gone I started hunting again, chasing anything I could kill.

Thoughts of him followed me across the country. As I chased evil the vision of that boat chased me. There was no escape and all the meaningless sex and filthy whispered words in the ears of strangers couldn't remove the smoke that continued to suffocate me. The only thing that could make it subside was drinking, fighting and being in the throws of passion with another, sometimes occasionally girls but that wasn't really my thing. If I turned up the music in my car and drove fast enough it seemed to disappear but only for moments.

I sighed deeply and stood up waiting for the nausea to pass. It took a second as I swayed on the balls of my feet, still weak from the earlier inner battle with a demon and the alcohol. I grabbed a covered knife and slid it into the back of my pants and slipped out into the slick darkness. I pulled my door shut and made sure it was locked before walking down to the ground level of the motel.

"Subtle," A smiling voice said behind me. "It looks like you have a tail."

I turned smiling at Sam and pulled the knife out of the back of my pants. "Girls gotta watch her back."

"You're not kidding," He slid the knife from my hand as he moved towards me. He turned it as he admired the detailed handle before slipping the blade out and making a noise of approval. "Couldn't sleep?" He asked handing it handle side up to me.

"No, bad dream… thought I'd go for a run, what about you?"

"Same actually, feel like taking on a running partner?" He looked at me softly, and I knew he understood. About loss and nightmares and the need to just run and see if you can escape. For the first time I took in his sweat pants and runners and plain white tee realizing we really had had the same idea.

"Sure but I go fast you better keep up." I said starting a soft jog. He stayed easily beside me keeping a steady pace.

"Maybe I should lag behind… you know watch your back for you." He suggested with an adorable lopsided grin.

"Don't make excuses because you can't keep up." I started to run and again he stayed easily beside me and even managed to talk a little as we both pushed harder and harder wanting to know the others limits. I hadn't really been paying attention to where we were going but we reached a dead end at the top of an incline that over looked the small sleeping town we had stopped over in. We both stood panting as we took in the view.

"Whew, that was great Sam. Been a while since someone's been able to keep up with me." I coughed out once I caught my breath.

"Glad to hear it." He laughed and made an appreciative sound at the view.

"I know hey, how'd we end up here? I wasn't even paying attention to where we had gone."

"What ever it was worth the sort attention span. Come on I'll race you back! Even give ya a bit of a head start." He teased.

"You just want to watch my back, I can see right through you Winchester." I took off running as fast as I could the same way we had come. I could feel his eyes on me; I could feel his desire. That feeling caused a small pool of wetness at my center but I kept running. I could hear him catching up which only made me run faster. I liked to compete and besides, I had a feeling this one would have a good pay off.


Thanks for reading everyone. I promise there definitely will be a pay off next chapter. I need some reviews though so I know if you like it. Oh! and DEan will be in the next chapter. So review... feed the hungry writer.