Disclaimer: see Prologue, 'cause nothing's changed…

A/N: I'd like to thank all my reviewers…you guys rock! For those of you wondering what the hell the end of the last chapter meant, well, stay tuned...I can't give it all away, silly…OH, and I've been forgetting something…The title for this as well as many of the chapter titles come from the brilliant recording artist KT Tunstall, so thank you to her as well!

Chapter Two

I feel like walking the world...

He was trapped, falling into the forever that this girl represented, and Dean couldn't even find his damn voice.

She smiled, warm and easy, as if she'd been through this before. "You're here about the ships, aren't you?" she supplies, graciously, not in anyway spiteful. Her voice, melodic and soft, surprises Dean, as he wasn't sure he could hear any longer.

Once again, he clears his throat, trying desperately to think of something…anything. "Uh…yeah, the ships. Can you tell me anything?"

"No. As I'm sure someone up at O'Douls already told you, no one has actually seen anything. And dead men tell no tales." Her voice lowers, her eyes clouding over, and like nothing had happened, Dean feels normal once again.

"And you haven't seen or heard anything out of the ordinary lately. I mean, you can see for miles from the island. It's not like you couldn't notice," he suggests, the voice no longer sounding like his own, but strange. Distant and kind, none of the usual suspicion had crept into it.

"It's true, you can see for miles. And yes, someone should have seen something, but as far as I know, no one has. And I am positive that I haven't seen a thing," she states firmly, her tone softening once again, and those near black orbs clearing again. They take Dean's breath away for only a moment. "I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Makenna Morgandy."

"Dean Winchester," he replies, taking the hand she offered. "That's a good, strong, Irish name, Makenna."

"Yeah, well, my family's all about our roots," she laughs, a melodic, natural sound. Silence falls upon the two, and Makenna takes her hand from his, looking out to the ocean, her eyes haunted and sad. "No one can help you. That much I know. There have been no sightings, no survivors, nothing. Good luck, Dean Winchester."

He watched her walk away, his mind still working to wrap itself around the encounter. He didn't notice Sam appear at his side.

"She know anything?" the younger Winchester inquires, hands shoved in the pockets of his jeans as he watches the young girl disappear along the beach as well.

"No. But there's something about her. Something really weird's going on here, I definitely think this is our kinda case."

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Dean couldn't sleep. For the first time in months, Sam slept with no trouble, no nightmares, and no waking in the middle of the night not knowing where he is. But Dean couldn't sleep.

Their hotel, which the cost of had nearly broken the bank, was perched on a hill that lead directly down to the beach, and the window in the boys' room looked out over the long stretch of sand.

Makenna had completely taken him by surprise. She was gorgeous, sure, but what was it about her that literally took his breath away? Dean had met beautiful girls on several occasions, and slept with them on even more. But something about this girl had him feeling lost in his own skin.

The only way to fix this would be to clear his head. And what accomplished that better than a nice, long, walk on the beach?

The moonlight was so bright that there was absolutely no need for light. The white light that bounced off the waves was nearly enough to hypnotize, and Dean had amazing concentration…it wasn't going to work.

He probably would have continued on like this until he'd made it more than once around the island. That is, if there hadn't been a body in his path.

He rushed over to the small form, obviously female, she had her back to him, curled into a fetal position, her naked flesh glowing in the moonlight. Kneeling next to her, he turned her shaking body to face him, the most familiar eyes meeting his own.

"Makenna?" he whispered upon seeing her. He nearly dropped her, letting her roll back to the other side.

Upon her name being spoken, her dark eyes fluttered shut, and her head lolled back onto his forearm, unconscious. Dean shrugs out of his leather jacket and wraps it around her, lifting her small frame easily into his grasp and heading for the hotel.

This was definitely their kind of case.

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Sam awoke to bright sunlight flowing in through the open curtains and filling the room. The clock on the nightstand between the two beds told him that it was only just after seven in the morning. He could see the lump that is his brother in the next bed, breathing easy and content, just like he always did.

The opening of the bathroom door startled him, and he immediately crouched his upper body into a fighting position, not that it would do him much good sitting here in bed.

Dean strolls easily out of the steaming bathroom, last night's clothes crushed and tucked firmly under an arm as he moves toward his duffel. Sam's eyes move from his brother to the lump in the bed and back again, his mouth agape, not knowing how to find the words.

"Shh. Don't wake her," Dean says in a sort of stage whisper from where he stands, back to Sam, shoving the dirty clothes into the bag.

"Her?" Sam says incredulously. "We're in town for one afternoon, and you've got a her in bed with you? I will never understand it."

"No, Sammy, not that kind of her," Dean replies, like an adult to a child, moving to sit next to his brother on Sam's bed. "It's Makenna." Sam furrows his brow in confusion and shrugs his shoulders. "The girl from the beach yesterday."

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me. I thought she walked away."

"Sam, there's something really strange going on here, and when she wakes up, I intend on finding out what exactly it is. I didn't sleep with her. I found her, lying naked on the beach, and she fainted the moment I picked her up. I brought her back here, and she's got some explaining to do," Dean states in his most serious tone.

"Wait, wait, wait. You were down on the beach last night? Why?"

"Couldn't sleep. Not important. I'm gonna go get some coffee. Whatever you do, do not leave this room. Watch her like your life depends on it. Got it?" Sam nods, eyes focused on the lump in the bed. "Alright, I won't be long, but if she's not here when I get back, and that's your fault, I swear on all that is good in this world that I will kill you."

Sam watches his brother leave, only slightly put off by his threats. However, not put off enough to stay in the room. When nature calls, you can't let the answering machine get it.

That was his mistake. Sighing contentedly, Sam emerges from the bathroom, moments later, only to find the blankets on what should have been Dean's bed pulled back, and the body gone.

"Shit, Dean's gonna be pissed," he said to himself, running a hand through his hair.

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"What do you mean she's gone?" Dean tries his best to keep his cool. He'd known something was off when Sam came out of their room to meet him, closing the door behind him.

"I went to the bathroom, and she was gone. Like she'd been waiting for me to be out of the room or something. I'm so sorry," Sam sighs, genuinely contrite.

"Well, then, I guess we'll have to find her again. And I don't particularly want it to be on another midnight stroll, no matter how hot she is," Dean says decidedly.

"You don't think she's a-"

"A selkie? I have no idea, but it isn't normal for a girl like that to be out on the beach, naked and alone, in the middle of the night. I think she knows more than she let on."

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A/N: Well, here's chapter two….sorry it took so long, I've been busy….hope you like it! Chapter three should be up soon!