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Eric Kripke and the writers of Supernatural: I both love you for the series and despise you for creating the one show that has ever made me cry. Thank you. :)

I do not own or have any stock in Supernatural except a massive addiction that has driven me to write this FanFiction.

This is my first Supernatural FanFiction so please be gentle. :)

Enjoy!


Three days later Esa wakes, coming to with a jerk and sitting up. The blankets that been over her fly off and she stares at the far wall, her mind taking a minute to comprehend the dark red flaking wallpaper. Weak light filters through the window, marking either sunrise or set she can't tell.

There is a soft snore beside her and she turns to see Dean asleep in the chair beside the bed, his legs stretched out before him and his head back at what looks like an uncomfortable angle. Esa contemplates him a moment then smiles and reaches over, pinching his thigh lightly.

Dean wakes with a yelp, nearly falling out of his chair and Esa snickers, bringing her knees up and resting her elbows propped up.

Dean recovers quickly and gives her one of his playboy grins.

"Good to see your up."

"You watching me sleep? Little creepy don't ya think?" He shrugs and nods toward the table beside the bed.

"Thought you'd be hungry. Cass said you'd be waking up today and Sam and Bobby are out on a job. Besides, it's too creepy in this house when there's no one else here." Esa laughs.

"After all the shit you've seen, your afraid of an empty house?" Dean laughs.

"Yeah, that is pretty dumb. Anyway, eat up. I'm heading back downstairs." Esa captures his arm as he goes to walk past her.

"Oh I'm hungry, but not for food." He looks down at her and one eyebrow raises. She gives him a foxy smile and he cant help but smile back.

"Well all right then."

When Dean wakes a few hours later she is gone.

...

Downstairs he finds the three sitting at the table, remnants of their lunch scattered across the table. Dean puts on a frown.

"What, you didn't save any for me?" Sam rolls his eyes and points to the counter where a bag awaits and Dean grins when he sees the burger and fries in the bag.

"And with that, gentlemen, I must be getting going." Esa rises from the table and starts heading for the door.

"Where you going? Back upstairs?" Dean asks, munching on fries as he follows. Esa shakes her head as she steps off the porch.

"No. Apparently Cass has a few jobs he wants me to take care of down here first."

There is the roar of an engine in the distance and all three men stop as a sleek black ride pulls into Bobby's lot. As it parks Dean's jaw drops.

"Woah."

Regitha gets out, tossing the keys to Esa.

"There ya go sister. He's all gassed up and ready." Esa gives her sister a nod before she disappears and she turns back to see all three men staring at her ride in apparent envy.

The 67 Mustang is dark grey, two wide back stripes running up the hood. Dean gives her a look.

"A Ford?" Esa chuckles.

"A Ford that could stomp your Impala's ass. Besides, do your reading. Valkyries ride horses." Esa leans against it, smiling and giving the roof a loving pat. "Maybe if we meet again I'll let you boys ride in it."

"Can we drive?" Dean asks. Esa laughs.

"Oh hell no." As she is climbing in she pauses. "I'm sure we'll meet again. Take care of yourselves."

As she pulls out onto the road Bobby shakes his head.

"That was one hell of a woman."

Both Dean and Sam can only nod in agreement, staring after her until Bobby claps them both on their backs.

"Focus you idjits. Before ya woke up, Dean, I got a call from a friend up in the Pacific Northwest."

"What, Bigfoot on the loose?" Dean remarks, commencing to munch on his fries. Bobby shakes his head, heading back toward the house.

"No, but close. Dryads."