Typical Disclaimer: This story has the typical violence you'll see in the show along with all the angst. I try not to get too off character or too violent, but I'm giving it a mature rating just to be on the safe side.

I of course own nothing and get nothing but the satisfaction of writing the story and hopefully making it enjoyable for others as well. Comments are always welcome, good or bad. Thank you to everyone and I hope you enjoy it.

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As Sam and Dean pulled up to the church, they noticed that the Wednesday evening crowd was about as large as the Sunday crowd.

Dean felt a light tingling sensation as he entered the doorway of the church that traveled up his right arm and gave him a light shiver. He looked around but didn't see anything, then just shrugged guessing there was a draft from the air conditioning blowing through the crack between the door and the wall.

They sat down in the same pew in the back of the church as everyone else crowded up front. The sermon began as it did on Sunday, everyone listening to the chosen topic of the youth groups and sports activities. Apparently there was some concern about possible gang activity spreading from one of the nearby towns.

Dean pulled out the EMF, but didn't want to turn it on. The squeal it could possibly give off in the quiet church would attract too much attention.

Sam glanced to his left and there she was. Sitting the in the same place as yesterday. She looked over at him and smiled.

His heart began to race and he drew in a quick breath. Dean heard it and looked at him, "what's wrong?"

Sam turned to his brother, noting the look of worry in his eye. Sam smiled lightly, "that's her, over on the opposite side of the church."

Dean glanced over, "there's no one there."

Sam quickly glanced back, she was gone, and then he saw her in the entry way of the church heading for the stairwell. "I'll be right back," he whispered as he started to get up.

Dean grabbed his arm, "where are you going?"

"I saw her head up the stairs; I want to talk to her again." Sam bit his lower lip a little and pulled from Dean's grasp, "I'll be right back."

"Yeah, like last time. Dude, remember you're in a church," Dean's smirk did not go unnoticed and Sam frowned harder, but said nothing and just headed out the door and up the stairs.

As he reached the top of the stairs, he saw her go into one of the rooms near the end of the hallway. It didn't take long for his long legs to reach the door and open it. The pressure against the door was a little more than usual and he noted the spring mechanism that caused the door to slowly close completely behind him after he entered the room.

She was sitting near the center on a long conference table smiling pleasantly, "hello again."

Sam's instincts where screaming at him that something wasn't right, but he moved towards her anyway. As he stood in front of her, he coughed lightly, "I …" he couldn't find any words to say. He knew he should be asking her all kinds of questions but when she reached out and took his hand he couldn't remember a singly one to ask.

The light tingling sensation returned, his mind was racing as fast as his heart. He wanted to move in closer, to feel that warmth and calmness he'd felt a few days ago that he just couldn't get out of his mind. At the same time he needed to know who this woman was and how she could have such an effect on him.

She pulled his hand and he obediently moved closer to her. She placed his hand on her waist and then gently touched his arm as she moved her hand up to his shoulder. Once her hand was on the back of his neck, she gently pulled him down to her and hugged him with her other arm. Instead of embracing in another kiss, she pulled his head beside hers and hugged him tightly. As her body touched his, the tingling sensation enveloped him and made his knees weak. He felt like he was going to fall, but as his knees buckled, he didn't hit the ground hard. Instead he felt like he was floating as she slid off the table and helped him roll down onto his back.

She straddled him on the floor, still holding him tightly. As she pulled her arm out from under him, her lips and warm breath caressed his ear, neck, jaw line, and around to his lips. His body shuddered as he lost all sensation of everything except her touch. As their lips embraced and the warmth took over his body he let go of all thoughts except for her.

He could hear someone calling his name somewhere far in the distance. He refused to acknowledge it though. He still felt as if he were floating on nothing, surrounded by warmth, without a care in the world.

He was breathing and he had a pulse. "Sammy!" Dean yelled at his baby brother and pulled him up off the floor into a sitting position by his arm and shirt. Sam slouched and his head fell forwards.

The jerking motion on his arm distracted him from his comforting rest and he frowned, he could still hear Dean's voice but it sounded so far away. "I can wait just a minute more until he gets closer, then I'll get up," Sam thought as he felt like he was being pulled up.

"Sammy, come on man, wake up. Sammy, please!" Dean was beginning to panic and was about to lay him back down and call 911 when a groaning sound escaped Sam's throat. Dean cupped Sam's chin in his hand making Sam's face look up at him, "come on Sam, open your eyes."

Slowly, groggily, Sam complied. Blinking a few times, his eyes finally took focus on Dean's worried, almost panicked expression. It almost reminded him of the look on his face from their airplane venture. "What happened?" he croaked out after taking a deep breath and planting his hands on the ground so that he was supporting himself.

"Dude, you were gone for the entire sermon and when you didn't come back after everyone else started to leave I came looking for you. Found you here on the floor unconscious." Dean stepped back away from Sam and offered his hand to help his brother up off the floor.

"Where'd she go?" Sam questioned as he glanced around the room, a light fear beginning to creep into his chest.

"Who?" Dean frowned as his brother spun around looking at the empty room.

"The girl."

"I never saw a girl Sam. When I found you, you were alone." Dean suddenly laughed, "You better check your wallet and make sure she didn't swipe it."

Sam's frown and serious face hushed Dean up but it didn't take the smirk off his face. Dean smacked him lightly on the arm, "alright, let's get out of here."

They returned to the motel and went over everything they'd found so far. Other than eyewitness accounts, there was nothing for them to go on. The minister couldn't just do it on a whim and couldn't tell them when the next time would be.

"I think we should just book it, dude," Dean said from his place on his bed. "I'm bored and I really don't want to hang out here waiting for some supposed healer to do something. Besides, Layla and her mom appear to have gone home." Dean pouted lightly and Sam rolled his eyes.

"I want to stay a little longer," Sam said suddenly realizing that if they left he wouldn't have a chance to see the girl again.

Dean picked up on the slight agitation in Sam's voice, "what is it with this girl that's got you all flustered, dude?"

"I'm not flustered." Sam snapped back a little too harshly, which made Dean just smirk and close his eyes. Sam frowned. He wanted to see her again. He'd slept better in the nights after meeting her than he could remember. Even when he was with Jess he'd have nightmares. But since he met this girl, he'd had peaceful dreams if any dreams at all. Not to mention her touch was amazing and … addictive. Sam swallowed hard, taking into account his emotions and his almost desperate desires to find her again … like an addiction.

"Dean," Sam whispered almost too softly for Dean to hear, but he sat up in bed and looked at his brother's paling face.

"What's wrong."

"I think there's something about that girl. I …" his voice trailed off. How could he tell his brother he was addicted to some chick? His brother would have a field day with that one.

"What about her?" Dean smirked.

"I don't know."

Dean laughed, "why don't you go to the church and see if you can find out who she is. Maybe she'll be there waiting for you."

Sam didn't think twice about it, he grabbed the keys from the table and hurried out the door.

"Sam!" He heard Dean calling from the room but didn't respond. As he climbed into the Impala and started the engine he saw Dean open the door to their room with a slight frown on his face. Sam put the car in reverse and headed for the church with a determination to find out exactly what was going on with this girl.

Dean watched Sam bolt out the door and a sudden fear ran up his spine. He called Sam's name as he jumped up from the bed and ran to the door. The engine started up and he watched as his brother drive quickly out of the parking lot. Now he was worried. He picked up his cell phone and called Sam's number only to be surprised as it began ringing on the small table near the window.