Hello my fellow readers and writers. Here is an update, sorry it has been so long but I have been busy starting my apprenticeship :D Ah the joys of the working world.

It was days like this that Sam appreciated the most. The sun was casting a warm light across the grassy fields. Children's joyous laughter filled the air, which was a gift compared to the horrific screams Sam encountered on a daily basis.

Here he was, alone with Huntress in a stress free zone; the local park.

As soon as Sam had realised that in their temporary location there was a park he had wanted to set off. Dean decided to hang back and actually do some research for a change as he knew how desperate Sam was to spend some down time. This case had been leading them to dead end after dead end and Dean had noticed that the light was fading from his little brother's eyes. He knew Sam needed the break more than he did and Huntress looked glum as well as she kept adopting a head on paws position. So Dean had relented and waved his brother off with a smile and an empty threat when Sam had tried to protest,

'Go on Sam and take Huntress with you, she looks as miserable as you do. I think I can handle a few books by myself. Relax, enjoy yourself. I mean it, now go before I call Cas to kick you out.'

(*Break*-sorry my computer doesn't let me do breaks when I use fanfiction)

'Want the Frisbee Huntress? Huh, do you?' Sam asked teasingly as he waved the frisbree playfully above Huntress' head as she danced around before leaping up to try to snap the yellow plastic disc out of his hand.

After waiting patiently for a few seconds Huntress began to bark, her body bending down into a playful stance, whilst her tail wagged rapidly.

'Well then go get it,' Sam yelled as he threw the disc across the vast field.

Spinning around Huntress tore in pursuit of the disc, her sharp eyes locked onto her target. Effortlessly she sprung into the air and clamped the disc in her powerful jaws before she flipped herself over and landed on all fours. Who says only cats can land on their feet?

Bounding back over to Sam, Huntress grunted as he showered her with pats.

Today had provided a rare opportunity to relax but Sam knew all too well that in a couple of hours the job would pull them back in. Sometimes he wished that they could all have a much easier life. One where they could do whatever they wanted to without feeling guilty or having the overwhelming sense of responsibility to save people from the dangers that they could not even begin to comprehend. That they didn't have to feel the constant thump in their skills of all of those lives that they had failed to save, which they carried like a punishment in their souls. Maybe one day his wish would become a reality. But for now Sam could only afford to snatch these rare precious moments. These sacred pieces of normality that blossomed into irreplaceable memories.