Finally! Worlds collide and their lives are now forever intertwined.

What will happen next? :)

"Don't be dismayed by good-byes. A farewell is necessary before you can meet again."
~ Richard Bach

"My name is Jane, and who might you two be?"

Sam watched from behind his brother, waiting for him to respond. Dean's eyes moved from her hand to her suppressed smirk as she stood waiting, her hand held out in front of her as her other rested on her hip. The longer they stood there in silence, the slower time seemed to become.

Dean's eyes once again flicked between the woman's hand and her face. He was trying to figure her out. Almost an hour ago, she had come at them with a knife after they found blood in her bathroom sink, and now she wanted to be friends? It just didn't add up, but he knew that standing there any longer would make his head explode, and possibly Sam's, judging by his brother's incessant foot tapping.

"Jane." Dean finally stated, not even bothering to return her waiting handshake. He looked back at his brother, nodding for him to step forward so that he joined them in the middle of the hallway. Sam eyed her hand, feeling the urge to shake it out of common courtesy, but he held back, unsure of what his brother was planning to do next.

"My name is Dean, this is my brother Sam. We're hunters, and judging by the way we met earlier, I'm going to go out on a limb here and say you are too."

Jane dropped her hand, her smirk fading. Her face was a stone-faced calm and unreadable. She looked between the two brothers in front of her. After a few more seconds, she looked at Dean, his bright green eyes serious and trained on her. She held his gaze for a breath, and then with a nod, turned, picked up her gun, and went back to her room, leaving the Winchesters in the hallway.

Dean bent down and grabbed his gun as well, leaving Sam and going back to their room, saying nothing until Sam closed the door behind him.

Sam watched as Dean fell onto his bed and sighed, closing his eyes with a look of frustration.

"Alright, what the hell was that?" Sam asked in exasperation, "Dude I thought we were supposed to be talking to her and getting answers, not having staring contests and standing in awkward silence! I mean if that's all that we were planning to do, a little heads up would've been..."

"She's not it." Dean interrupted. He sat up, brushing a hand over his face tiredly. It was like he'd expected something exciting but got nothing close.

"What?" Sam asked.

"She's not it, Sammy. She's got nothing to do with the case. Don't ask me how I know, I just..."

"Do?" Sam finished with a knowing look.

"Sam..."

"Hey I get it," Sam raised his hands in defeat, setting his gun down on the table, "if you know, you know."

"Look, she's a hunter, that much is true. What she's doing here, I can't tell ya, but it's not for what we think. I've seen that look. She's running from something. And whatever it is, she doesn't need a couple of hunters to worry about on top of it all."

"But you aren't the least bit curious as to who she thought we were?" Sam asked in disbelief. The fact that his brother was being so passive about the whole situation was beyond him.

"Of course I'm..." Dean sighed, sitting up a bit straighter on the bed, "of course I'm curious, but, man I'm not gonna lie, that was probably one of the weirdest situations I've ever been in." He chuckled. Sam joined in, a light air settling on the room.

"So..." Sam asked in anticipation, a smile growing on his face.

"No. Sam, it's none of our business." Dean replied, shaking his head.

Then, not a moment later, both were out the door, scrambling down the hall to Room 38 and knocking on the door. After a couple minutes, the door opened, but it wasn't Jane who answered, it was the old woman who had checked them in earlier, a cart packed with cleaning supplies behind her.

"What do you two want?" The woman asked, a scowl written on her face.

"Hi, where is the girl who was staying in this room, um... Jane?" Sam asked, looking down at the small elderly woman as he glanced into the room.

"Oh her? Eh, she left a couple minutes ago. Poor thing could barely get her coat on fast enough. Why? She your girlfriend or something?" The lady scoffed, her voice raspy like a chain smoker's.

"Look lady, we just want to talk to her." Dean cut in.

"Well that's too bad sugar. Where she is ain't none of my business."

"Can we just have five minutes? We need to check her room."

"Oh, so she's your girlfriend huh? Fine. Five minutes." The old woman responded, grabbing her cart and rolling out into the hallway as the Winchesters filed in, closing the door behind them.

"Okay," Sam said, immediately beginning to rummage through the empty drawers for anything Jane could've left behind, "so what are we looking for exactly."

"Anything I guess. If we want to talk to her, the first thing we should do is find her, right?" Dean said matter-of-factly, looking through the bedside table.

Sam squeezed into the tiny bathroom for the second time that night, looking through the drawers and finally coming to the trash bin, grimacing as he reached inside. He found two used wads of tissues, a broken comb, and a box with a receipt for a bakery.

"Hey Dean! I think I got something!"

"Oh yeah?" Dean called as he looked under the bed.

"Yeah, a number on a box from that bakery we stopped by earlier. It looks like Jane made a friend there too." Sam replied, walking out of the bathroom and handing Dean the box with the phone number. "You think this will help at all?"

"It's worth a shot."