Page was sitting on the back porch of the hotel we were staying at, talking to Grace about something or other. The two of them had started out as rivals. Both of them were trying to prove to Dean and I that they knew their stuff. Dean knew that Grace was knowledgeable, but Page kept trying to outdo her. And it sometimes got her into a bit of trouble. For example, a month or so ago, Piri and I had decided that we wanted to go searching for other people with powers like ours. Other 'chosen' kids if you will. We'd run into this girl, Ava, who also had our 'gift,' apparently. Ava said she'd had a dream of my death—of me getting blown to pieces, and though Piri said she didn't trust her, that she sensed something funny (and not in the good way) about her, we stuck around and the three of us tried to look for others like us. We went under attack while we were all together, and came to find out that Dean, Grace, Cadence and Page had been kidnapped. So, we split off from Ava and went to find our cohorts.

Piri and I stood outside of the cabin, and Piri looked at me with a scowl on her face. "It's that Gordon bastard…" she said after she peered through the window. "The one who tried to offer you up to me, thinking I was a vampire…" she spat. She got that reaction a lot from other hunters, because she liked to dress in black, and had really pale white skin. But she wasn't a vampire, or even a Goth, 'I hate the world' type. Piri was nice, and happy. I remembered the incident, in question, too. He slit my wrist to 'tempt' Piri with my blood, and she had saved my life by advancing upon me and pretending to bite my neck, meanwhile grabbing my gun and turning it on Gordon. And Gordon ran off, the fucking chicken. But he seemed a little more confident this time. "He's up in Dean's face and Dean is…being Dean. We better hurry before he gets himself killed…"

I nodded and went for the door, opening it slowly, but Piri grabbed my arm to stop me. "Don't you remember Ava's vision?" she whispered to me, shaking her head 'no.' "We need to come up with a better way to do this. And I think I have it…" she smirked a little. "Give me your shoes," she smirked at me. I was sort of glad hat Piri had been there with me through this, because she was a much more rational thinker than I was, and I probably would have just bust through the door and gotten myself blown apart. She took my shoes and set them on the ground in front of her, then used her telekinesis to open a window. Her powers were a lot more advanced than mine or any of the others I'd met so far, aside from Max. But she only used them to help people, rather than hurt them. She levitated my shoes into the room, and carefully placed them beneath one of the tripwires—the farthest one. Then, she peered in the window and tripped one of the wires…then the second one, and looked at me. "Now…we go in and hide…" she said softly, tiptoeing around to the back door, and I followed, hiding behind a cabinet, pushing Piri behind me.

We watched Gordon walk into the room slowly, and look down at the floor where my shoes were, then nod. I reached into my belt and pulled a gun out, taking a careful step forward and aiming it at the back of his head, cocking it. "Drop the gun," I said forebodingly, as Piri simply stood in place, staring.

Gordon chuckled lightly. "Shouldn't take your shoes off around here. You might get tetanus…"

"Put it down now!" I hollered this time, glowering at the bastard.

He lowered the gun and put it on the floor. "How'd the you survive? Sacrifice the vampire girl, did you?" he asked with a smirk.

Piri chuckled. "Oh, no. Sorry to burst your bubble, Gordon, but I'm very much alive."

"No matter. You wouldn't shoot me, would you, Sammy? Because your brother and your girlfriend, they you're some kind of saint…" he chuckled lightly.

I wanted to strangle him. So badly. But I wasn't about to let his words effect me to the point that I became what he wanted me to be. "Yeah?" I asked in a harsh, gruff tone. "Well, I wouldn't be so sure," I said, directing Piri into the other room to untie everyone, which she did.

Gordon laughed a little. "See, that's what I said…" he turned around slowly, knocked the gun out of my hand and he kept hitting me, repetitively, until I hit the floor. "You're no better than the filthy things you hunt," he spat at me as I lay on the ground, raising his knife to kill me. But I wasn't having it. I had plenty to do before I died. I flipped him over onto his back and punched him in the face, twice, then reached over beside me for the rifle, aiming it for his head. "Do it. Do it! Show your friends and family the killer you really are, Sammy."

I paused. No, I didn't want to kill him. Not only because he would be right about me, but because the poor sap was so fucking confused about the way the world worked that…I wanted him to suffer. I turned the rifle over in my hands and hit him in the head with the butt, glowering at him the whole time. "It's Sam," I spat at him.

How did all of that lead back to Page and Grace's bickering, you ask? Well, Dean, Page and Grace had been staking out the place that Piri and I had been with Ava, and while the girls were supposed to play lookout, they'd wound up bickering back and forth about something. And had been too distracted to notice Gordon advancing on Dean. By the time they realized it, Dean was out cold, and Gordon was threatening to kill him, had they not listened and went along with what he said. So, Page and Grace's bickering? Got them, Dean and Cadence in trouble. Since that day, though? They'd sort of buried the hatchet. Not in one another's heads, either, which was a novel conundrum.

I sighed and leaned back against the headboard of the bed, watching as Page came back into the room. She was staring at me, and for a second, I was unnerved. But it faded quickly, and I patted the bed beside me. She walked over slowly, and took a seat, then looked at me. "Whatcha thinkin' about?" she asked me casually, smiling as she took a seat.

I chuckled and shrugged my shoulders. "When Gordon took you, Dean, Grace and Cadence…" I frowned.

Page frowned for a second, but it turned to a smile and she looked at me playfully. "You know…I never told Piri thank you…for stopping you from rushing into the room like a that day," she smirked a little.

I raised an eyebrow at her. "Madman?" I asked, as the two of us lay back against the bed. "I'd hardly call that…madman-esque. My brother, his…whatever he and Grace are, Grace's daughter and my best friend were in trouble," I scoffed at her and ran a hand through my hair. "So, pardon me for being a little emotional about it."

She chuckled a little. "Well, you weren't that bad. But, you would have been wouldn't you?" she asked. "Had Piri not been all rational and thought of a plan to get the two of you in without…blowing you to smithereens?" she stuck her tongue out.

I rolled her over onto her back and glared at her, laying atop her. "I'll have you know, I am the king of rationality!" I huffed, sticking my tongue out at her.

She laughed aloud. "Right. You. King of rationality. That's a laugh!" she stuck her tongue out again and wiggled beneath me. "Mr. 'Cadence asked me for a new Barbie doll and we only have enough money in the money jar for three weeks, so I'll buy it anyway and go run another pool hall scam tonight.' You're about as rational as…"

I cut her off with my lips, splitting them with my tongue and feeling her body melt into the kiss. When we broke free for air, I simply stared at her. "Hey. You say no to that face!" I dared her, grinning a little. "When she gives you those little puppy dog eyes? You'd swear she was Dean's kid. I swear to you, he used to do the same—what?" I asked her, noticing that she was about to burst with…something. What, I wasn't quite sure.

"Nothing, Sam," she shook her head and smiled at me, pulling my head back down, closer to hers for another kiss. This kiss was different. Deeper and hungrier. I think…maybe, we would have done something more that night, had Cadence not bust through the door with that same look I'd described on her face. I leapt off Page like she was on fire, since Cadence was way too young to see anything like…what was about to happen.

She rushed up to the side of the bed and smiled at me. "Sammy? Page? Can Piri and me stay in here tonight? Mommy and Da—er, Dean want some time alone to talk…" she begged me,

Page nodded her head and smiled. "Sure. Go get Piri."

I raised an eyebrow. Da—er, Dean? Da? Was she going to call Dean…I shrugged it off. I watched as Cadence ran out of the room, and glanced at Page. "It sounded like she was going to call Dean…Daddy. She already thinks of him as a daddy? That's…so awesome…" I smirked. Cadence thought of Dean as a father. And she'd only known him for a couple of weeks. It was absolutely precious.

Page chuckled a little and leaned her head back against the pillow. "I know…" she simply said, waiting for me to join her against the pillow. I did, and watched as Cadence and Piri came back into the room, crawling into the bed next to Page and I. It was almost like the fates were teaming up against Page and I. Like we weren't supposed to have sex. I smiled at Piri as she climbed into the bed with Cadence, and smiled at her as she flashed us an apologetic glance. It wasn't her fault that Dean and Grace needed sexy time. I smiled as if to tell her that it was no big deal, and lay against the pillow.

I sighed. Page and I had been through complete and utter hell together. Our friendship was the strongest I had ever seen. We'd survived high school, Jess' death, the deaths of Page's families, me telling her the truth about my life, her sleeping with Dean…we'd survived practically anything there was for a friendship to survive. So, I was sure we'd see many more chances to be with one another…