I sighed as I stepped out onto the balcony of the one bedroom apartment that Crowley had allowed me to stay in while he kept me here in Jacksonville, leading the Winchesters to the other side of the country on a wild goose chase, this goose really wouldn't like to get caught. I was unsure of how long I was too stay here, I really didn't want to leave the weather is amazing here in Jacksonville, Florida and plus this apartment is a luxury. Furnished with the most modern furniture I'd ever seen and the added bonus is the view from this balcony. It really was a cushy life here, I'd even gotten a little job in bar down about a few blocks down from here. I didn't need it I still had a lot of Winchester cash left over but, I suppose it wasn't a bad thing to have more. It also made me feel like I had a normal life, a human life even it's all I've ever longed for and as much as I know it won't last long it sure is nice while it lasts.

Carefully I placed my elbows onto the barrier and leaned into it as I looked down at the river, I could see the sun glistening off of the rippling water as the sun rose. It was a beautiful sight from this apartment that's on the fourth floor, I took one last look letting out a soft sigh before stepping back inside closing the balcony doors behind me. I suppose I'd better get ready for my shift, now that the Winchesters are out looking for me I couldn't live off the credit cards and I certainly didn't want to accept Crowley's money.

I'd left a fake credit card trail for the boys to follow, every so often I'd drive to a town a few miles in the other direction of each motel I'd stayed at and the last place I'd used the cards was at an ATM in Richmond, Virginia. It'd been a little over a month since I'd left Colorado, I've only been in Jacksonville for about three weeks. Crowley had insisted I never take the impala out of the garage that came with this apartment, I just had to walk everywhere or take the bus.

Crowley had been pleased with the trail I'd left as last he'd heard about the Winchester's was that the boys were following it, apparently getting distracted by a few cases they'd stumbled on across on the way.

I just hope that they keep looking and never find me, I headed for the bedroom right at the back of the apartment, skimming the closet quickly grabbing a pair of jeans from it. I pulled on the pair of ripped black jeans, once they were on I turned to the chest of drawers pulling out a white T with ACDC scrawled over it pulling it on quickly, I'd learned all about this band now because off the bar I work in they played that type of music.

I sat myself down in front of the dresser running a brush through my long red hair before pinning it to the top off my head, I opened the top drawer off my dresser and pulled out a wig cap pulling it over my hair making sure it was all stuffed into it before turning to the blond wig that sat on top off the dresser on a wig holder, I carefully placed it on top off the wig cap positioning it carefully.

I looked strange with the blonde hair that hung just above my shoulders, whereas my natural flaming red hair hung just below my ribs.

It really was a strange sight for me, I did kind of suit the blonde bombshell look though I pretty much rocked it. I thought to myself as I got up and stepped away from the dresser, grabbing my leather jacket on the way out off the room.

That was another thing Crowley had provided me with clothes that weren't actually half bad, I had no idea how he could afford all of this I only assumed it had something to do with either bank robberies, murder or demon deals. I shrugged to myself trying not to get to bothered about it, one of the main reasons I won't accept his money. I mean demons will be demons after all.

Quickly I grabbed the mobile phone device thing off of the counter top that Crowley had given too me for better communication 'apparently' but I didn't really like the thing, it was too flimsy and made annoying sounds every so often that infuriated me a little each time it did. As I shoved the stupid little thing into my jacket pocket I grabbed the keys with my other hand and headed out the door locking it before running down the stairs.

I bounced into the reception room at the bottom off the stairs, this really is a fancy place they had a security guard patrolling at all time. I gave him a smile as I strode past him looking at the clock above him, dammit it's half past ten how was that possible I'd gotten up at half eight what have I been doing for two hours. Well I don't have time for the stupid bus now. I'll have to get the car, Crowley won't be happy but he can go suck it.

I spun around getting a strange look from the guard as I did but I didn't acknowledge it I just headed for the garages, you had to go out the back door to get to them. I stepped outside and quickly ran for the one labeled 4C that I knew held the impala inside, I quickly unlocked it letting the massive door disappear above me as it slid away from me. And there she sat it was a miserable sight for this car to be locked away, I didn't ponder too much on that thought as I quickly unlocked her and got inside sliding her into reverse as I sped out of the garage.

I'd never been late before, not that it mattered but I couldn't be bothered with the hassle off it so I quickly made my way out off the lot and followed the road that ran by the river.

The bar isn't far it's only down the road from the apartments, it would've taken half an hour to walk though and twenty minutes on the bus. The thing I loved about driving the car was that I was there in ten minutes, I just looked for the most discreet place to park her in the back car park that is behind the bar just incase the Winchester boys roll into town. The thought only dawning on me now, just don't dwell on it Lailah or the thought will drive you insane.

I was really annoyed that Crowley just didn't just give me another car to use, the journey is much more efficient than the bus. Having to sit on a bus full off lots off other people, where it's humid and kind of smelly was a tedious experience for me I would rather just do the half an hour walk. I'd really rather drive, it made me slightly sad to know that this was going to be just a one off.

Now that I'd parked up in the back staff car park behind the set off dumpsters that sat out by back door, I was satisfied that she was hidden well enough and I quickly got out making my way through the back door where I ran right into into Mel.

"Well blondie you sure are early today, what's that like an hour early?" She laughed causing the lines below her eyes to crease and her light brown eyes to gleam.

"What are you talking about Mel it's quarter to eleven."

"No hun it's quarter to ten," her smile still held.

"Dammit," I whispered to myself, I'd forgotten that stupid lobby clock wasn't on the right time.

"No worries hun, plonk that little butt of yours on a stool and Daryl will get you some breakfast."

I just nodded, watching as she spun around heading for the kitchen her long brown hair held high in a ponytail that bounced as she walked away.

I decided to make my way out to the front, positioning myself on a bar stool with my back too the door. I peeked around to see only a few people in the bar right now, a few men in leather jackets sitting in the on of the five booths that ran down by the side of the wall just by the door, one of the men is bald and they both have long grey beards, they were tucking into a full breakfast along with some coffee.

There was one other man in the booth closest to the door who was skinny and kind of scraggly looking with dirty blond hair and a crooked nose, his clothes looked dirty I thought as I watched him take a sip off his coffee.

I spun back around looking along bar, a flash off red catching my eye as a redheaded woman made her way from around the back where the toilets and jukebox are, I watched as she slid into the booth with the scrawny looking guy, they looked odd together, her all in leather looking like she's ready to kill with her blood red hair and he looked like you'd kick him once and he'd crumble like fresh bread. I turned away not wanting to pay anymore attention to them as Hot Blooded by Foreigner blasted out off the jukebox, my guess was that was the redheads choice.

A smile spread across my face as the muscular tattooed man, with brown floppy hair appeared with a plate full of beautiful looking breakfast items. I really have some appetite now with most of my grace missing I really didn't expect that, I didn't have the need to eat or sleep when I had all off my grace.

"Yup this is for you, you silly early bird," Daryl said cheekily, he's always like that. "So did you piss the bed that you're up this early?"

"Ha ha Daryl," I said with an eye roll.

"Well here you go, you enjoy now!" He smiled as he placed the breakfast in front of me, giving me a wink as he said. "Don't piss on the bar stool now."

That earned him another eye roll which he retorted with by shaking his head at me before he began to wipe down the bar and I began to shoveled the beautiful breakfast into my mouth, he past me again placing a cup of coffee by me which I did thank him as best as I could through the massive mouthfuls I'm taking and he went to organising the liquor on the shelves chuckling as he did. I gently picked up the mug that'd just been placed in front of me gingerly taking a few quick sips, perfect as usually I thought as I placed it back down and I began hungrily digging into my breakfast again. I quickly noticed as I looked down at the plate that I'm almost done, only two slices of toast left and a few beans hadn't I just been given this? Man I really am greedy.

I really had to stop being this greedy now that I enjoy food, I mean I really enjoy the food that these humans prepare. I don't know how I survived without it, I've been missing out on full sized breakfasts, ice-cream, chocolate, fries and most of all pizza. The first time I had pizza I'd shoveled it all pretty quickly not leaving much for anyone else, it's the perfect combination of cheese, sauce and dough. Mel's shocked faced at my animalistic nature towards pizza had left her holding her stomach and gasping for air through her laughter, I was like a dog with a bone was the expression she had used not that I'd understood it which almost made her double over with laughter again. Daryl would sometimes call me an airhead when I didn't understand any of the expressions that they had used and of course I didn't understand that he was referring to me as a dumb blonde until he had to explain it to me, which resulted in him calling me a dumb blonde anyway. Quickly I learned to keep up with Daryl's humor and he warmed to me when I began to enjoy the music he plays in the bar, he'd taught me all about it and different bands that he liked. It's also why I ended up with a collection of band T's from him, which I was to wear to work, 'mandatory uniform' apparently.

I quickly shoveled in the last slice of toast, taking a sip of my coffee right after to wash it down. I glanced at the clock as I sipped my coffee, forty minutes until I start my shift and I now have nothing to do. I really shouldn't have ate that so quickly I sighed at the thought, setting the mug down as I did. Back in black started blaring from the juke as I did, that had been the song that had first played in the impala when I'd played the ACDC tape, my new knowledge of this type of music made me realise. As I'd gotten lost in my thoughts and the music, I'd almost missed the sound off the door opening I only noticed the click as it shut. I was disinterested in whoever had just walking in, by the sound of the footsteps there are three of them and men by the sound off their voices, two were bickering with each other but I couldn't quite make out their angry whispering and the third just huffed, probably because of their bickering.

"Come on guys, there's a booth right here."

That voice was all too familiar, the dread that washed over me almost made me throw up and I was resisting the urge to jump around in my seat. Franticly my eyes scanned for the nearest exit, could I just make a run for it? No, that would probably be too obvious. I took a large intake of breath, shoved my mug and plate away from me and forced myself to sit up straight, trying hard to fight my flight reflex. Just remain calm, everything will be ok, at that thought I slowly turned my head to watch the three men climb into the booth nearest the bar.

I couldn't see the other two, they had their backs to me but, I could Sam Winchester clear as day. He didn't miss me looking at him either, I quickly averted my eyes from his. Catching the other two beginning to turn to see what had caught Sam's eye, my heart felt like it was going to pound right out off my chest. What the hell are they doing here? Panic screamed through my head. Okay Lailah, you've got this just don't panic.

"Nice one Sammy," a cocky chuckle coming from one off the other men, I assumed that was Dean.

"Shut it Dean," Sam hissed.

"Bet you won't talk to her, I mean if you don't I will."

I could hear Sam shifting in his seat as he slid out of it, footsteps approached me from behind before an arm rested on the bar about five inches away from mine. I stared at the arm that was so close to mine, slowly my gaze went from the arm to up at the face of the tallest Winchester brother. Awkwardly I just started at him, a goofy grin spread across his lips as our eyes met again. I glanced away looking over towards the booth he'd came from, the other man with them still had his back to me, all I could see was dark short hair and a beige coat but the other Winchester was watching me.

He really is a beautiful specimen, as the girls of today would put it he looked like a greek god with his short light brown hair, perfectly placed jaw and pouty lips. He caught me staring which caused him to flash me a cheeky grin and wink at me with his green eyes, I just scoffed and turned back to Sam staring up at him again as I did causing him to chuckle.

"Hi I'm John Smith, don't mind my partner," he chuckled lightly.

"Laura," I replied dryly, the lie rolling off easily.

"Well Laura, we're looking for a car. A chevy 67 Impala to be exact, you wouldn't happen to have seen it?"

"No," I shook my head, causing my blonde wig to bounce around my face.

"Well if you do see it could you give us a call," he produced a card from his coat and placed in my hand.

I started at it for a brief second before looking back up at him, "and what does the F.B.I want with a chevy 67 Impala?" I questioned my lips still slightly parted from the 'a'.

"That's confidential," his eyes caught on parted lips for a second, causing me to close them.

"Was it stolen?" I cocked my head to the side playfully. "I mean I thought you'd be here for the strange murders."

"Murders?" His eyebrows knitted together at the word, Dean had also lead forward more. I didn't think that was possible, with how far he'd been leaning over already.

"Yeah," Daryl piped in, I hadn't seen or heard him come back. "All these pretty little blonde girls have been going missing and they always find them dead, washed up on the river banks. The worst part is their hearts are always missing, what kind of sicko would do something like that?"

"Sound like something we need to look into."

"Yeah I think you should, I don't want to read about another murdered girl or worse my best bartender little blondie right here." I glanced at Daryl, his finger pointed at me causing me to shake my head at him, "don't you shake your head at me girl, you fit the profile."

"I can assure you that won't happen, not while we're here." Sam motioned to himself and the other two in the booth before looking back at me. "You take care of yourself and if you see anything strange call the number on the card."

He gave me a nod before heading back over to the other two men, as I went to slide off the bar stool I jumped at the figure next to me. I hadn't noticed Daryl coming to the other side of the bar, "jeez Daryl announce yourself or something."

"Sorry Laura, I'm just going to have another quick word with them. You ok to jump behind the bar?"

"Yeah I'll just quickly get organised," I smiled at him sliding of the stool as I did.

I took one last glance back at them as Daryl asked if they really are F.B.I, they certain looked the part all suited up like government agents.

I watched as the two Winchester as quick as he'd asked had their badges wiped out and they even flipped them open as they did. The other wasn't so quick with his, flipping his open when the other two had theirs flipped shut and back in their coat pockets. I let a small chuckle as I headed round back to hang my coat up, Daryl was probably giving them a proper interrogation right now. Daryl maybe a sharp one but, those Winchester boys are sharper.