Note - I decided to focus a little bit more on Sammy for this chapter, since we havent seen him since the first chapter :) Also, some of the words I've used such as couch I use because I'm British and all, and I'm not all that sure what word americans use so couch was what it ended up being, sorry. Although if someone could let me know the american word I'd be grateful, because this is supposed to be from Sam and Dean POV, and I'd much prefer to use their way of saying things. thanks :)

Sam placed his phone back in his pocket and sat down on his couch. It felt good to say that it was his couch. That he owned something that meant permanence. The fact that it was second hand didn't bother Sam. It was his and that was what mattered to him. His couch in his tiny apartment, that he lived in whilst he went to a college that he had chosen and that he had got into by himself. It was his and it all meant normality and permanence, a bed that he could sleep in for more than just a couple of weeks at the most. No matter how dingy it may appear or how much of his stuff had been owned by someone else first, none of it mattered because it all meant he was there to stay. It meant that he was in a place that he could finally call home. And he loved it.

His phone began ringing again, and he almost didn't bother pulling it out to check who it was, but he had a feeling that it was unlikely to be Dean again so soon. He pulled it out of his pocket and checked the caller ID. It was Jess. He couldn't help but grin like a fool. He had fallen for this girl almost the moment he had laid eyes on her. She was perfect. Gorgeous, funny and smart and that was only the tip of it with her. She was everything he had ever wanted, because again she meant that he had been able to set down some roots here, that he wasn't going to have to just get up and leave for the next job and never be able to look back. He quickly pressed the answer call button before he missed his chance to talk to her.

"Hey, Jess." He said with a smile in his voice.

"Hey, Sam. So I was thinking that you should take me out. You know like dinner or a movie, or maybe you could go all out and get both?" she said through the phone.

"Oh I should, should I?" Sam said with a laugh.

"Oh yeah definitely. I was thinking maybe Italian, and you could be romantic and stuff." Replied Jess.

"Okay, well Italian I can do, and I can probably fit a movie in there too if you really want it."

"Of course I want the movie, Sam. Now is it gonna be a date like kind of Italian or the college student budget kind of Italian?" Jess questioned him.

"You know it's almost like you don't trust me. But … to answer your question yes, it's the student budget kind of Italian and movie. Meaning pizza and a rental movie. In my defense though, I will get it from that pizza place that you love so much." Sam told her. He couldn't afford to take her out anywhere expensive, not without saving up first or if he were to earn the cash in the hunters way, aka hustling pool, and there was no way he was going to be doing that ever again.

"Of course I trust you. Just not to pick a good movie, which is why I took the liberty of getting one for us already," she said teasingly to him, "and there are no bad pizzas at Tony's Pizza Palace, so I'll leave you to order that. I'll be over in about 20 minutes, kay?"

Sam laughed, she knew him so well, well enough to know that he would never be able to choose a movie that they would both like. What could he say? He preferred the older movies; the ones that they showed as re-runs on bad cable TV, all of the films that hid dad had grown up with and shown him and Dean whilst on the road. And of course all of the typical guy films that include action. It would have been impossible to grow up with Dean without watching films that included violence. Sam had preferred the ones that hadn't had any monsters in them though for the simple fact that then the films were more normal, and how most people actually lived their lives.

"Fine. You want me to meet you and walk you here?" Sam asked her. He knew what hid in the dark, and he would die if anything happened to Jess. He wouldn't be able to bear it and he knew that if something supernatural killed her, he'd throw himself right back into that old life until he found the evil son of a bitch and killed it.

"No, I'll be fine. Jenny's gonna walk over with me, she's staying at Anna's tonight." It was a small relief. Two of them together made them a less likely target, and it would be okay for Jenny because Anna live just across the street from Sam.

"Good, well I'll see you soon Jess."

"See you in 20, Sam"

"And Jess? I love you."

"I love you too Sam."

"Excuse me, miss? Are you Mrs Watt?" Dean asked of the woman who the sheriff had pointed out and identified as being the wife of the recently deceased.

Her eyes were bright and puffy with recently shed tears, and she held in her hands a tissue that he guessed she had been using to try and dry her eyes, and erase the evidence if her emotional breakdown, not that he could blame her. Losing someone you loved is a terrible thing and being a hunter he saw plenty of people in the first stages of mourning their loved ones.

"Y-yes." She answered him in a voice made unsteady from the barrage of bad luck that had come her way.

"Ah, I'm Agent Roark, I was wondering if I could just ask you a couple of questions about your husband?"

"S-sure, go ahead. What do you wanna k-know?"

"Does your husband have any enemies Mrs Watt. Anybody who'd want to hurt him or that might have a grudge against him?"

"No, of course not. Everybody loved Craig. He was an honest and hard-working man … although, now that I think about it, him and his brother had a huge falling out about couple years ago, and Daniel always said that Craig would regret that day. That one day he would realize what he had lost. But Daniel would never do anything like this; no matter what he said he always loved Craig."

A brother? It could be something but then again it was just as likely that it wasn't It was the best lead he had yet though that involved some kind of grudge, even if it had been between two living people and not the ghost who's identity was currently hidden from Dean.

"Do you know what had happened to make them fall out, Mrs Watt?" Dean inquired of her.

"Oh, ahhh. You know I'm not entirely sure. Craig didn't like to talk about it, he and Daniel had been really close up until then, and they had only had each other for family. Craig's parents had died when he was just 22 and Daniel was 19. It hit them both hard. Whatever their fight was over though, it was enough to virtually rip them apart."

A grudge between brothers. Neither off them speaking to the other. It made Dean wonder.