Sorry this update took so long—my head has been elsewhere. For those who are confused, don't worry, it'll all be cleared soon, just keep on reading. Thanks for all the reviews, I really appreciate them!

Dulce couldn't help but think of the Donny's words as she ate her pancakes. There were too many missing pieces to the puzzle. First, she didn't understand why he kept appearing to her as different people. Second, she still didn't understand what she was doing in the world of Supernatural if she was supposed to be finding herself. Third, she didn't know why it was taking so long for Sam and Dean to meet her at Luke's Diner. It must have been her fifth cup of coffee when Sam and Dean finally strolled into the diner.

"Anything here?" she asked right away.

Sam shook his head. "We looked everywhere. We're thinking someone is setting Bobby up on a wild goose hunt."

"Yeah well, I had another encounter with a random person who knew me pretty well," she began. She explained what had happened and emphasized that they should be looking for God.

"This is just ridiculous," Dean stated.

Dulce shrugged her shoulders and finished off her cup of coffee. "You should ask Bobby where he's getting these leads from."

"I'm about to do that right now," Dean said, pulling his phone out of his pocket. As he dialed some buttons, he looked to Sam and said, "The inn's not too far from here, do you mind walking?"

Sam shook his head and shared a knowing smile with Dean. "You about done?" Sam asked, looking at Dulce.

She quickly paid her bill and the two left the restaurant. It was a quiet autumn day in Stars Hollow, the very definition of a fairytale town, complete with bursting trees and perfect street lamps. The crisp breeze prompted Dulce to hug herself as they walked toward the hotel. Sam noticed this and instinctively took off his heavy brown jacket to place around her.

"Thank you," she said, her smile beaming. She looked up at Sam and mentally cringed, wishing that he were real. Though she had to admit her life currently felt like a roller coaster, she loved spending time with Sam...not to mention, looking at Sam.

"So," Sam began. "What's the deal with Tom?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Just curious," Sam answered.

Dulce shook her head. "There is no deal. I think he was just stringing me along. I practically kissed the ground he walked on and he never really showed any romantic interest in me."

"And if he did?"

Dulce paused to think. She wanted to say, he has nothing on you, Sam Winchester. Instead, she replied with, "I don't know. I'm sure he's not very good at saving me from supernatural stuff so what's the point?"

Sam chuckled, relieved by her answer. Though he was falling for her, he knew that his job prohibited him from establishing meaningful relationships with anyone. It was just part of being a hunter. He was fooling himself by thinking he could somehow be with Dulce and still save people. "Look," he said, "I can't tell you how sorry I am for putting you in that kind of danger. Dean and I wanted you to be prepared, we didn't want you to be so sheltered since you are around us all the time. You were bound to encounter something. But we did think that that hunt was going to be a lot smoother than it was."

Dulce nodded. "I understand why you did it, and in all honestly, I would really appreciate learning some basic skills. Once you're really in the heat of battle, it's a lot different from what it looks like on tv."

Sam smiled and focused on the way her black curls flew around in the wind. Living a normal life never looked so good. "I could definitely teach you some things," he said, leading her to the nice inn.

"Was this the cheapest place in this town?" Dulce asked, laughing.

"Actually yes," Sam answered, looking down. They walked in through the lobby and Dulce followed Sam up some stairs until he stopped in front of a room.

"I could really use a warm shower," Dulce crooned as Sam opened the door.

"Go for it."

The room was small, but cozy, definitely better than the motels they had been staying at. Dulce saw that the room had two beds and on top of one was her duffel bag, a gesture undoubtedly done by Sam. She pulled out some sweatpants and a tank top and prepared for her shower. Sam sat on his bed and began to surf through the TV channels. As Dulce let the water heat up, she tried to undress. She didn't understand how Sam and Dean took hard hits and did not need time to repair their bodies. She also needed another pain killer as her entire body throbbed. Trying to lift her shirt above her head was once again a challenge. She reluctantly gave up and walked out into the room.

"Sam?"

He looked away from the TV and saw the disappointed look on her face. He swallowed hard, knowing that he would have to control his male urges by helping her. He nodded his head and walked towards her. Gently, he tugged at the rim of her shirt and raised it above her shoulders and over her head. He quickly dismissed his racing heartbeat and turned his head.

"Thanks," Dulce whispered, walking back toward the bathroom. Just before entering, she paused and observed Sam watching TV. Selfishly, she began to reflect on her latest situation. She had been thrown into another world, fought ghosts, got cut up by a ghost, and a cryptic man was messing with her. She deserved some fun. After all, Donny had said to give herself what she wanted and God damn did she want Sam. She had been so wrapped up in her thoughts that she didn't even notice that Sam was staring back at her.

"You ok?" he asked.

She snapped out of it and walked into the bathroom without saying anything else. After her shower, she saw that Sam was under his covers, contentedly watching a sitcom. She combed through her wet curls and then climbed into Sam's bed with him.

"What are you watching?" she asked, innocently.

"I don't really know but it's funny," Sam answered, trying not to dwell on the fact that she was in bed with him.

"Thanks for everything, Sam," Dulce said out of her nowhere. "Thanks for always sleeping in the same room as me."

Sam smiled and lowered the volume. "Yeah because it's such a burden to sleep with a beautiful girl."

Dulce giggled and snuggled up closer to Sam's body. He took in her sweet smell and fought the urge to run his fingers through her hair. Though she felt herself staring at him intently, she couldn't look away. His eyes were brooding as he held her gaze. His lips were slightly parted, just enough to tempt Dulce with the idea of a kiss. She tried to steady her breathing.

"Dulce?" Sam asked, positioning himself dangerously close to her.

"Mmhhmm." She would have said more, but his warm breath on her face distracted her. She feared that if she said too much, or moved too much, Sam would end the nearness.

Sam's lips grazed hers with a soft kiss. He closed his eyes as the kiss grew deeper, wanting to take in all of Dulce. She tried to control her excitement, tried not to reveal how eager she was to finally kiss Sam. But as his hand slid down her back and as he pulled her closer to him, Dulce let down her guard and fiercely kissed Sam.

Sam painfully broke away and looked into her eyes to see her reaction. "I've been wanting to do that for a while now."

Dulce couldn't help but smile. "Sam, you have no idea." He chuckled before kissing her once more. The two fell asleep holding each other that night.

For the first time, Sam wasn't worried—he went to bed relieved and content with life. Just as a comfortable sleep had engulfed him, he was stirred awake by a sudden noise in the room. He carefully stood up in bed and made sure not to disturb Dulce. He looked around the dark hotel room, the moonlight peeked through the window, lighting the room considerably. On the other empty bed was a dark sitting figure. Sam instantly lunged for his gun that he kept under his pillow but it wasn't there.

"Relax" said the shadow in a familiar voice. "You're dreaming—you couldn't shoot me even if you wanted to."

"Who are-"

"You," answered the shadow. "Well, a variation of you—what you will become. Let's face it, Sam, you have a destiny to fulfill. You're the vessel, you already know you're going to cave in Texas. Do you really want to subject Dulce to that sort of pain?" asked the shadow, his voice condescending.

"I'm not giving in," Sam answered sternly. "We're going to fix things and I'm going to be happy with Dulce."

The shadow laughed and walked over to the window. "And if you can't? Do you really just want to string Dulce along for the ride. Here's an idea: maybe she'll die in the heat of battle, or even better, maybe she'll die trying to save you. Maybe you'll kill her after you succumb to your destiny! The possibilities are endless, but let's face it, nowhere is it written that you and Dulce will live happily ever after."

"I don't care," Sam said even though, deep down, he knew the shadow was right.

"Sure, sure, you don't care. Let's see...will you care when your enemies know how valuable she is to you? Are you willing to risk her safety for this unrealistic future? Get real, Sam, you know what you have to do. You're crazy if you think he doesn't know who Dulce is and what she means to you already."

"What?" Sam asked, alarmed.

The shadow laughed once more. "He knows and he's gonna dangle her in front of you if you don't give in. Oh and by the way, even if you do cave in at that point, she still won't live."

Sam swallowed hard and had no response. As he was about to speak, he woke up in a cold sweat, Dulce still in his arms. He looked around for the shadow but realized that he was not dreaming anymore. Dulce stirred slightly and Sam made sure she was covered enough. Even though he tried to block out the shadow's words, he knew he was right. Whoever the shadow was, it was right on all accounts. Sam would not be responsible for Dulce's death, she deserved better than him. Though everything inside him told him to resist his "destiny," he wasn't going to be selfish. He slowly got out of bed and made sure not to wake Dulce. He silently grabbed his things, and before leaving the room, he looked back to memorize the way Dulce looked one last time.