Hey everyone! I'm so sorry I've been gone, but I'm back now! Yay! I will be updating this story every Monday, so fear no more! This chapter kind of sucks, but I swear: the next one will be so much better! I honestly just got stuck with this one, but don't give up on me! Next chapter will be great, and you will be surprised as to just what will go down! Please review! All reviewers will get a preview of next week's chapter! Just tell me you want one! :)

I do not own Supernatural, or The Covenant. Man, I wish I did! That's like, so many hot guys in one place—I'd be falling all over myself!

S.P.O.V.

"Here you go…" Tyler put a new drink in front of me and I smiled at him. He was still as cute as ever and I had been wordlessly sitting down at a small table for two by the window, staring at him as he waited in the Starsbucks line. He insisted on getting me another drink, and who was I to deny those blue eyes? Really, it would be unlawful.

"Thank you." I said softly. He sat down across from me and I looked up at him, smiling. He stared at the table and had a far away look in his eyes, almost like he was lost. He then looked back up at me and I couldn't help but laugh at his deer in headlights expression.

"Hey… I'm not gonna bite." I teased and he blushed.

"Sorry." he muttered. Tyler Simms was so shy it was adorable.

"Unless you're into that kind of thing, 'cause it's cool if you are." I said with a wink, and his cheeks reddened. I laughed. He was so adorable.

"I'm just kidding." I said.

"Sorry…" he muttered again.

"Hey, what did I tell you? No more apologizing." he nodded and finally looked me in the eyes. Whoa. Those eyes really were blue. The bluest blue I had ever seen. I must have looked like a freak because I couldn't look away.

"So how do you like Spenser so far?" he asked. I wanted to shake my head. It was such a normal question to ask someone. I guess I couldn't expect him to utter his undying love for me anytime soon. Though, that would be flattering. It always is when that happens.

"It's okay, I guess. School starts tomorrow, so…" I looked around, looking at all the other people in this place. Most of them were middle-aged and were on lap tops. The only other young person in here was the teenage girl working the counter, and I didn't miss the way her face lit up when she saw Tyler. Not that it bothered me or anything…

"I guess we'll see." I looked back at him and smiled.

"Oh, right." he said kind of awkwardly. We sat for about three minutes not talking and it got to the point of no turning back. I wasn't good at making small talk. I sucked at it, really, always counting on the other person to offer up a subject. I mean. Here I was, sitting down in a Starbucks and talking to a guy that I've knew for less than 24 hours. Dean and Sam would be so pissed.

But Sam and Dean aren't here, the voice in my head reminded me,

And they would love for you to get closer to a few people… very close…

I shook my head. I needed to get it together.

"So the weather seems nice." he broke the silence and I looked at him with an eyebrow raised.

"Yeah, sure," I said plainly. He muttered something that sounded like

'Weather?" and 'idiot' I smiled at him and dug my hand in my pocket. There is always Plan B when something isn't going your way.

"Do you like magic?" I asked lightly. He looked at me with a grin and I felt like I was missing out on something.

"What kind?" he asked as he leaned over the table some, moving his crossed arms away from his chest and lay his arms down on the table. I licked my lips..

"The kind that can either win you a drink at the bar or get you into a fight," I told him with a grin. He smiled again and his blue eyes looked brighter.

"Ah, you mean scams?" I shrugged.

"I like to think of it more as a profession." he laughed and it sounded like music, it was so carefree and light. I'm pretty sure I melted a little bit on the inside.

"Okay." He said. "Let's see what you got."

"No, no! You can't do that!" I told Tyler, laughing as I pushed his hands away from the cup on the table.

"Ah, come on! I can't move it? Not even a little?" he asked with a pout. I shook my head smiling.

"No, you can't. Try again." after I had showed him the first trick, or scam if you will, things had gotten better and didn't seem awkward at all. He was actually a pretty nice guy when he got over his shyness and opened up. He seemed to be enjoying my company as much as I was enjoying his. I was really enjoying his company.

"Okay, I give. What is the answer now, Your Greatness?" I laughed and he smiled. Tyler Simms had a great smile; big and boyish and bright.

"Okay. Since you already bought me a drink, and might I add a delicious one at that," I took a sip and licked my lips. I would be up the walls tonight, it was so sweet. Dean banned sugar from me. I wasn't supposed to have any because of the way it made me, but Dean wasn't here, so he could suck that rule.

"I will give you the answer." he stared at my lips and I felt myself blush. Since when did I blush? Guys don't make me blush. I make them blush. I make them fall all over the place! Not the other way around!

"Okay…" I muttered, having lost some of my lightness after over-thinking things. I then did the trick, using the extra straw on the table to hook into his Root Beer bottle and lift it up.

"Ohh, you did not just pull that over on me!" he said as he ran his hand over his face and I gigged. At least this wasn't a bar and he wasn't some drunken guy who wanted to beat on me for tricking him out of $50.00 bucks. And, to be fair, we weren't playing for money. Didn't want him to know I was a real con artist, did I? And what kind of person would I be to take money from such a cute face?

"Oh, I think I just did." I replied, smiling easily. I then pulled out my cell phone from my pocket and looked at the clock. I felt my eyes widened.

"It's 5:30!" I exclaimed as I grabbed my bag and got to my feet, not really knowing where I was going, but knowing I spent way too much time doing nothing at all.

"Wow, that late?" Tyler looked at his watch and then got to his feet as well.

"I didn't mean to keep you for so long." he said quietly as he put his hands in his pockets and looked down at me.

"Oh, it's fine. I don't get out much anyway." I said with a small grin. I actually got out too much. I just didn't have anyone besides my brother to hang out with. Dean was all I had for the years Sam was gone. Dad let Dean go off and do his own hunts and most of the time he thought it was easier if I went with him as well. Meaning I didn't get to see Dad often.

"Yeah, I know what you mean." I heard him mumble.

"I'm sorry?" I questioned, but he shook his head.

"Nothing, I have to be heading back to Spenser. Do you need a ride?" I smirked and he blushed. I have such a dirty mind.

"I mean, can I drop you off somewhere?" I thought about it some and then shrugged. I didn't think of that when I told Kate to go off with Chase, and I guess the only way I was getting back to Spencer was a cab.
"Sure, if it's not too much trouble, you can give me a ride." I smiled at him and he bit his lip. My eyes followed the movement and I noticed how soft and smooth they looked. Stop it, Sky. No thoughts of boys and how soft their lips are, I reminded myself. I needed to get myself together.

"My cars just around the block." he told me as we walked out of Starbucks. It was colder now—the wind was picking up and leaves were blowing in the wind and down the street. It was beautiful. I smiled as I followed Tyler down the sidewalk. I liked it here, and I shouldn't have.

"What's your middle name?" I asked as we walked quietly down the street and to his car.

"What?" he asked as he looked sideways at me. The wind blew his short hair and I had to remind myself that I didn't know this boy, and that I shouldn't have wanted to know this boy. But I was curious, and that was going to be the death of me.

"What's your middle name?" I questioned again.

"Why?" he asked, looking confused and coming to a stop.

"Why did you want to know my last name?" he shrugged and I smiled.

"Okay then, see? Sometimes you just need to know something." I explained and he smiled while shaking his head. He started walking again.

"Nathaniel," he said, looking at me.

"My middle name is Nathaniel." I smiled, repeating the name in my head a few times.

"That's not so bad. I kind of like it." I told him as I pulled my hair from my ponytail and shook it free around me.

"There. That's better." I mused out loud.

"Feel better?" he asked with a small grin and I nodded. My hair picked up in the breeze and I smiled wider.

"Yeah, I don't know why I put my hair up anyway. I like it better down." he nodded and we turned a corner.

"Here we are." we stopped in front of the Hummer from last night and I stared at it, pushing the dirty blonde hair out of my eyes.

"This is your car?" I asked.

"Yeah." he answered with a smirk.

"Then why did Reid dive it last night?" his smirk went away and he glared.

"He likes to dive, and he's my best friend, so why not?" he walked to the passenger door and opened it for me. Uh, it's your car, dude, that's why! I wanted to tell him, but I kept to myself.

"My, aren't we a gentleman?" I teased and he smiled.

"Thanks." I said quietly as I got into the car and he shut the door. I let myself think for one crazy second if I were crazy for getting in a car with him. But that thought went away fast and I laughed at myself. Right. Like Tyler Simms was dangerous.

"Are you normally this trusting of people you've just met?" Tyler asked as he got in and started the car. I shook my head, picking my seat belt on.

"No, not really, I only trust my family." I told him the truth.

"Then why do you trust me?" he asked, looking at me quickly and then putting on his seat belt.

"Who said I trusted you?" I asked with a small smile.

"You just got in a car with me. You don't know if I plan on taking you somewhere and killing you." he told me seriously. I shook my head.

"You won't do that." I said without question.

"I won't?" I shook my head again.

"No."

"How can you be sure?" he asked as he pulled onto the road and started heading back to Spenser.

"I just know. I'm good with people like that. Besides," I smirked and he looked over at me.

"I think I could take you." he laughed, but what he didn't know was that I probably could if he didn't try anything funny.

"Okay. If you say so,"

"I do." he shook his head and smiled as we drove out of town.

"No way, you do not like Screeching Weasel?" I said, as I went though his iPod as we drove back to Spencer. It was a semi-long drive back to the school, and the conversation kind of died after a few minutes. All I knew was that I had to keep him talking. I saw his iPod lying on the seat, so that was a start. It turned out Tyler Simms had pretty good taste in music, and I liked most of it, too.

"You know who they are?" he asked me in surprise.

"Yeah, they're great. The Beatles, Green Day, Cobra Starship, Led Zeppelin? This is like my playlist." I told him in disbelief. I had never met someone who liked the same music as me. I honestly thought I was in love. Well, in the music sense, when it came to Tyler Simms.

"You like Cobra Starship?" he asked. I huffed.

"Well, yeah! They're killer. Gabe's like a ball of energy."

"Yeah, that guy's cool." he said with a smile. I just about melted. Putting his iPod down, I turned toward him and stared. I stared at people a lot, trying to figure them out and everything. And, Tyler had a great face for staring at.

"So, what else do you like?" he asked after a minute, only looking half-way freaked out that I just spend the last four minutes staring at him.

"Um… I like cold pizza, I'm addicted to candy, but you'll never be able to tell with the way you never see me with any because I eat it too fast. I love music and old cars. I'm a Leo, and my favorite color is blue." I said all in one breathe. I then looked at him.

"How was that?" he looked over at me and nodded.

"That was… wow, a lot." I laughed and leaned back in the leather seat, closing my eyes.

"What about you?" I asked.

"I'm named after my grandfather; I have my father's eyes but my mother's passion I guess. I'm the youngest of my friends, 'Psycho' is my favorite movie, and I'm on the swim team." Wow, sounds dreamy.

"That's cool." I thought that would have come out better than calling him dreamy. Maybe Dean was right: I am boy obsessed. Hell—if Dean saw Tyler Simms—I think even he would know why.

"What's your swim?" I asked, trying to take my mind off of what he looked like without a shirt.

"Butterfly." water running down his body…

"Maybe I could watch you swim sometime." oh, God. Why did I just say that? I looked at him and he still had his eyes on the darkling road.

"Sure. I mean, if you want, you can. You don't have to." he broke off, sighing with a slight blush.

"Okay. We'll see." I smiled at him, and he seemed to take a deep breath.

"Okay. Last question since we're running out of time." I told Tyler as we pulled into Spencer. Town was an hour from Spencer, and we had to find something to do on the way back, so we played the game of 'If'.

"If you got arrested for murder, who would you call with your telephone call from prison, and why?" he laughed and took a turn.

"I thought you told me that I wasn't a murderer before you got in the car?" I rolled my eyes and rubbed my neck. Tyler was an interesting boy. He never quite gave me the answer I was looking for, but I was never disappointed.

"You could always lose contend of your body for a few odd minutes and kill some people." I told him.

"Do you always ask people the randomness of questions?" he asked. I shrugged.

"Only when I feel like it." I replied. He asked me what dorm I was staying in, and I told him. He smiled as he pulled up to it and stopped the car.

"Are you going to answer the question?" I asked. He sighed and turned in his seat to face me, and I was reminded at how good-looking he truly was: with his dark brown hair and deep blue eyes, he was actually kind of beautiful for a guy. I needed to slap myself in the face, really hard, and for a long time.

"Fine... I would probably call Reid." He said with a sigh.

"The not so bright one," I quoted him from last night and he nodded.

"Like I said: he's my best friend, and if I were to call my parents…" he trailed off, a far away look in his eyes.

"Someone would be arresting my mother for murder on me." I laughed at the quiet tone his voice had taking and undid my seat belt.

"Thanks for the ride, and the drink." I told him with a smile. He nodded.

"It was the least I could do. I mean, I spilled your drink in the first place." he told me, that weird face from before coming back.

"It's okay; I had fun." I assured him.

"You had fun sitting in a Starbucks for 3 hours?" he asked in disbelief. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"There's a lot you don't know about me," isn't that the truth? But he would never know, and no matter how cute or nice he was—I couldn't tell him anything, and I was here to hunt. Not to go crazy over the first—okay, well—second guy to talk to me since I've been here. Reid was the first.

"Yeah, I guess there is." I smiled at him and was about to open my door when his voice stopped me.

"Hey, don't I get one last question?" with a smiled I turned to him.

"Maybe just one." he smiled and then looked kind of nervous.

"Do you wanna go to Nicky's with me tonight?" I stared at him for a few moments and then a smile took over my face.

"Are you asking me out on a date, Tyler Nathaniel Simms?" I asked him and he huffed.

"No, I'm not… it's a bar, I mean, everyone's going to be there… it's not really a date…. Yes. I'm asking you out on a date." he gave up his ongoing rush of words and then looked at me with a sort of panic. I chuckled and looked down, my eyes closed.

"It's okay, I don't know what came over me, I—"

"Shut up, Tyler Simms." I said, biting my lip and looking over at him.

"I would love to go out with you tonight." he released a breath he must have been holding and smiled.

"Great. I'll pick you up at 8:00?" I nodded.

"8:00 is fine. I'm room 219." I smiled one last time and got out of the car.

"Hey," I said before I shut the door.

"Yeah?" I smirked and bit my lip.

"You think you can handle me?" I asked him, my voice both teasing and serious. He shook his head and looked back at me.

"Do you think you can handle me?" I shrugged and shut the door without answering; only looking back once to see he was still sitting in his car, watching me until I got to the doors of my dorm. Once I got to my room I checked the time to see it was 6:28 p.m. With a sigh I grabbed my things to take a quick shower. Once done, and back in my room, I changed into a pair of black destroy wash skinny jeans, a black, Femme Fatale Corset, and the only pair of heels I had with me. When I was done changing, I tried to do my hair but it never listens, so I left it down in small waves. I hated my hair. Stupid thing never listened to me. It was always too long and too messy on any given occasion. I put on some silver eyeliner and clear lip gloss, just to look extra nice tonight. I looked at the clock and saw that I still had twenty minutes until Tyler got here. I took a deep breath and tried to slow the beating of my heart.

"Calm down, Sky." I told myself. Why was I so nervous all of a sudden? I mean, it's not like I've never been on a date, before. Well, if you count sitting at a bar with a guy who is sometimes close to your age, (or the one that was on your ID), then yeah. I've been on a few dates.

"Oh, God…" I moaned. I've never been on a real date! A knock sounded behind my closed door and I grabbed my jacket with shaky hands. Who has ever heard of a guy being twenty minutes early?

"Get it together, Sky. You never get nervous. He's just a boy." I told myself quietly. I asked him if he could handle me… but can I handle him? I opened the door and looked into baby blue eyes and knew I should have listened when he asked if I could handle him. He smiled and I almost stopped breathing again.

"Hey, Skylyn,"

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Songs for this chapter:

The City Is At War –Cobra Starship (Amazing, amazing band! Check 'em out!)

Girls Freak Me Out –The Summer Set (Very good band, and I love me my John Gomez! Mm, come here, Johnny! Bring your brother, Stephen, too! Haha!)

Pour Some Sugar On Me (Def Leppard Cover) –The Maine (Sorry, but I love The Maine so much, and I love this cover more than Def Leppard! Sorry, but it's true! I will also be seeing/meeting The Maine again in December! Yay Maine!)

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