Helen woke up with a smile on her face and an emptiness in her bed. She sighed as she rolled over to stare at the spot where Sam had been. She had hoped against hope that he would still be there, but couldn't say that she was surprised when he wasn't. Although she didn't know when he left. She barely remembered falling asleep, and she had tried really hard not to.

It wasn't that she wanted to say goodbye, which she really had hoped to do, it was that she really did want to spend as much time as possible with him. It wasn't just the sex either. They talked, a lot. She was amazed at how much he knew about mythology, alternate religions and histories, and she loved that he was really interested in all of her knowledge as well. And she couldn't help but wonder the odds of finding another perfect 10 (to the 10th power) that was as smart, funny, and, the most difficult to find, interested in her. Guess it was a good thing she stuck her card in his pants pocket when she went to take her shower.

She grabbed the pillow he had been using and took a deep breath. It was a mix of her shampoo and him, which made sense since he had used her shower. She was a little disappointed, not that she really needed a physical reminder. She knew she wasn't ever going to forget this night.

She flopped over unto her back still holding the pillow tight and stared at the ceiling. No one was going to believe her. Hell, she still hardly believed it happened. Maybe she should write it into a fan fiction story. People seemed to love those, especially about Supernatural. She wouldn't even have to change his name.

She looked over at the clock. Time to get up and open the store. She didn't think calling in 'laid' was a valid excuse. Plus, it was her grandmother. She tossed the pillow aside and sat up. No more delaying the inevitable. Life went on.

The road stretched on before Sam. He hated to leave when she fell asleep, but, at the same time, didn't want an awkward goodbye. He wasn't sure he would have even been able to say goodbye. It was so enjoyable to just have normal for a night, not that the sex was 'just normal'. It was amazing. But having someone he could talk to about all the craziness and bounce theories off of that had a lot of knowledge to add, that didn't crack jokes, it was exceedingly rare.

She never looked at him strange. She never told him he was full of crap, never acted like what he said was out there. She wasn't afraid to challenge him when she disagreed with him. She also gave him a new perspective on some old problems.

A small animal ran out in front of his car, causing him to slam on the brakes. His hat, which had somehow made its way back into the car, got slung forward, along with something under it that made a thud. He spied a book on the passenger side floorboard that must have been the cause of the sound. Left on the seat was an envelope that had his name on it.

His curiosity got the best of him and he pulled over. He couldn't imagine who could have left something in his car. He knew for a fact that Helen hadn't left the apartment the entire night. And no one even knew he was here….

Sam reached down and grabbed the book. Looking at the cover he was surprised to see the Men of Letters symbol on the front cover. He flipped through some of the pages, finding information on some monsters, but the majority of it was dedicated to Soul magic and how to access it. He picked up the letter, having to know what this book was all about.

Sam,

Chuck told me to give this book to you or your brother if either of you happened this way. Here you are, so here's the book.

MHT

"MHT?" Sam wondered aloud. He thought about it for a minute and then it hit him. Marjorie H. Troy, Helen's grandmother.

Sam contemplated the last 24 hours. Was someone pulling his strings? Was it all just a coincidence? What the hell was going on?

And who exactly was Helen's grandmother? How did she know Chuck? What did he have to do with all this?

Sam ran a hand through his hair and the scent of Helen's shampoo hit his nose. A smile crossed his lips as he remembered her brilliant hair. And his arousal stirred thinking about being buried inside her, hearing her sighs of pleasure.

He tossed the note and book back on the passenger seat. He was glad to have the book. It would be very helpful, no matter how or why he got it.

And he was thankful for the memories of Helen. Their bliss would get him through some tough situations. And, who knew, maybe they'd meet again.

Sam merged back on to the road and headed back to the bunker. There was work to be done, always, and this book needed some serious attention. Life went on and so did the monsters.