She had fallen asleep at some point in the afternoon. Running away was more tiring than she thought. She was awoken by people walking up the stairs towards the rooms and voices slowly getting louder. It was dark in the room she was in so it had to be in the middle of the night. A faint light came through under the crack of the door from the hallway outside. She was just about to turn over and go back to sleep when she suddenly was wide awake when she recognized his voice outside her door.

"Will you please just look at the photo and tell me if you've seen her?" He asked the woman who ran the bed and breakfast.
"Tomorrow, sir. It's late, I'm tired and I'm not wearing my glasses so I won't be able to tell you anyway," the woman answered with a sigh. "Just go to sleep and we'll talk in the morning."

She held her breath as she laid frozen in bed and listened to them talk. He was right outside the door, Dean was right there, so close, too close, and he had no idea she was just on the other side knowing that he was there. He made a grumpy sound as he decided to let the matter go, something she knew he wasn't too happy with, and then the sound of a door closing as he entered the room across from hers. He had found her and he had no idea. What were the odds?

No way she could go back to sleep now. Even if she could, no way she would. It was too risky. She needed to get out of there fast. She sat up on the bed and just stared at her watch for 30 minutes. If there was anything Dean was fast at, it was falling asleep and once he was asleep, it took an earthquake to wake him.

After 30 minutes she quietly opened the door and tiptoed to the door he was behind. She leaned in and listened and breathed a sigh of relief as she heard his light snoring on the other side. She tiptoed back to her room and closed the door. She worked on the new pair of jeans along with one of the tops and packed the remaining stuff in the bag she had bought.

She was just about to leave the room and disappear into the night when a little evil thought ran through her mind. With a smile on her face she turned on her phone and started recording a video. With the phone in one hand she recorded her taking the bag and swinging it over her shoulder. Then she moved on to the door which she opened. Then down on her feet crossing the hall and up on the door he was behind. Then down the stairs, out of the house and finally turning around to film the house and the sign on it so he would know for sure it was the same place he was in. Then she stopped the recording. She sent it to his phone right away, knowing that even if his phone wasn't muted, the sound of a simple message coming through wasn't enough to wake him.

She walked downtown, not knowing exactly where to go from there. Should she take a train, a bus or a cab? And where should she go? All she knew was that she needed to get out of this town before he would wake up. He might be a heavy sleeper but he never slept too long. As she was walking down the street with her thoughts, she came across two young men who were just finishing loading stuff on a trailer.

"Morning, sweet lady," one of them said and smiled.
"Good morning, guys. Or goodnight. Whatever you prefer," she smiled back. "What are you doing loading stuff at this hour?"
"Moving my friend here to another town. It's easier to do at night. Less traffic," he answered.
"If I help you unload once you arrive, can I catch a ride with you?" She asked.
"You don't even know where we're going," he chuckled.
"Doesn't matter. Anywhere will work for me," she said.
"Sure. Get in," he said.

They arrived an hour and a half later. As promised she helped them unload. Then she thanked them and went on her way while they drove back to load the trailer once again. It was still way early but she managed to find an open diner to get an early breakfast. She sat in the diner for a couple of hours, drinking too much coffee, just trying to figure out where to go from there. A little over 7 AM her phone rang. Dean was finally awake.

"I don't believe you!" He almost shouted.
"Well, good morning to you too, mr grumpy," she said.
"This is getting ridiculous. You were right there. Couldn't you just have ended this stupid game and knocked on the door?" He asked.
"And then what?" She asked back.
"And then we could have gone home and back to normal," he answered.
"Back to normal," she shook her head while repeating his words. "Back to the problem. Do you honestly think two nights apart have changed anything? Yeah, you would go right back to normal, flirting and touching other women in front of me again."

There was a loud thud from his end and she could imagine him kicking the bed in his frustration. She knew he wasn't mad at her. He was mad at the situation. He was mad that she had been so close and he hadn't known it. He was mad that he had lost the round.

"Just stop being such a bitch and come home," he growled.
"Oh, I'm a bitch now?" She was getting angry too.
"No, I didn't mean that. That came out wrong," he tried smoothing it out.
"Tell me, how exactly is the word bitch supposed to come out right?" She hissed.
"Just stop it, alright?" He sneered.
"Yeah, I'll stop it. I'll stop everything. Goodbye Dean," she said.
"Don't you dare hang..." She heard him shout but she hung up before he could finish the sentence.

He let out a loud scream before trying to redial her. Of course she had turned the phone off already. He kicked the bed one more time. The video had made him so angry. She had been right there, just a few steps away, and he had had no clue. He had slept through her leaving and she was mocking him with that video and that stupid lady running the bed and breakfast could have stopped it from ever happening if she would have just looked at the stupid photo like he had asked her to. It was all her fault. But mostly he was angry with himself. He had failed again.