Sam placed down the cup of coffee from his hand. His laptop sat before him, a dozen newspaper articles blinking at him from inside the screen. He sighed and rubbed his eyes, a slight head ache forming from the amount of time he spent staring at the thing. With a slim hand he pushed back a stray lock of his brown hair from his eyes and leant back wearily into the hotel bed.

He still couldn't believe, two months later, that his girlfriend had walked out on him. It made absolutely no sense that she would leave a note saying that she would be back in a few hours, and then not show up with Dean. He had spent hours asking Dean (and yelling) why she had left, and Dean had always repeated the same words.

"She decided that it was time to go."

He knew Dean had something to do with it, and that maybe his prior 'break-down' in the bathroom had a part in it as well. In the end, Sam had given up on trying to interrogate his brother, and instead focused on finding another hunt.

Dean's cell buzzed happily, knocking Sam out of his reverie. He turned to his older brother and rolled his eyes, leaning over to grab the cell from the beside table. Trust Dean to fall asleep when a call came in for him. He flicked it open, wincing at the picture of himself with a spoon in his mouth. He would defiantly have to remove that. He easily navigated the phone to the messages page and groaned when a set of co-ordinates and state name appeared on the screen.

He snapped the laptop shut and moved over to his brother's bed, cursing as he stubbed his foot on Dean's duffel. He couldn't remember how many times he had told Dean not to leave his stuff lying around the motel room. He rolled his eyes, not that he would listen anyway, stupid stubborn bastard that he was. He dropped the phone on Dean's chest with a muttered, 'Dad left co-ords!' and slipped into the bathroom to freshen up.

Dean woke with a start. He looked down to his chest where the offending object lay and picked it up, stifling a yawn as he did so. A set of co-ordinates glared at him and he groaned, shutting the phone. There was no way he was moving onto another hunt just yet. More sleep was needed, and maybe more girls. A few minutes later he heard a 'whoosh' and the sound of water, a tell-tale sign that Sam was in the shower and freshening up. The phone beeped once more and he opened it with a sigh.

Darcy's phone number glared out at him and he shot a quick glance toward the bathroom door. He still hadn't told Sam that he occasionally received texts from Darcy. He had in fact deleted her number from Sam's phone and found a way to block it from sending messages. As long as his brother believed that Darcy didn't want to be in his life the better it was for him. Part of him regretted what he had done, the other part of him was glad that he had Sam to himself.

It had been different travelling with Darcy. Sam and her had been slow, neither sure of what they wanted. They had never openly displayed their affection for each other, whether it was out of sympathy for Dean or something else. Something had nagged at him the whole time they had travelled. What Sam had said was true; they didn't know anything about Darcy. She never spoke of her past, how she had learnt the 'trade', why she had claimed that a shape-shifter was her sister. She was mysterious, and it had nagged him that he didn't know her past. She was a danger to Sam and he couldn't allow it.

He looked up to see his brother exit the bathroom, making a beeline for his bed. He was dressed in a green shirt and faded jeans, an olive hoodie over his brown locks. Dean made a face and placed the cell on the bedside table.

"You got another message…"

Dean looked at his brother and shrugged, hoping that he wouldn't pursue the matter. He didn't want to know how his brother would react to finding out about Darcy.

"Yeah, just some phone company ad."

Sam raised an eyebrow and snatched the phone from its place. Dean sat up and glared at his brother, his hand held out for the phone.

"Sam, give me the cell."

Too late. Sam had flicked it open and was staring at the number on the screen. Hurt and anger flashed through his eyes at a rapid pace and he looked at Dean- a keen sense of betrayal plastered over his face.

"She-she still contacts you, and you never told me?"

"Sammy, I can explain."

"Screw you Dean!' he stood up and walked over to the door, grabbing his cell and jamming the number back into his phone. He tossed Dean's phone back to him and turned. 'And it's Sam."

With that Sam opened the door and slammed it behind him. Dean cursed and leant back onto his bed.

Darcy brushed back her hair. She had cut most of it off, so that it now sat at her shoulders instead of at her shoulder blades. She looked at her miserable reflection in the mirror and smiled bitterly. Her phone buzzed on the dresser table and she picked it up, an incoming phone call. She sighed and accepted the call, pressing it to her ear.

"Hallo, this is Darcy speaking."

The phone went quiet and she moved to cancel the call. Then the voice came.

"Dar? It's Sam…"

Her breath hitched in her throat and she tried to control the urge to cry. She hadn't heard from him in two months. The first few times she had tried to call she had been blocked. In the end she had decided that Sam was fine with her being out of his life. She had messaged Dean a few times with hunts that he might want to know about, but other than that she had no contact with either brother.

"Sam! What? Why? Calling?"

Needless to say, apparently a coherent conversation had escaped her in two months. She could hear a hushed laugh leave him and she smiled weakly.

"Why did you leave Dar?"

Sobs escaped her and she forced herself to breathe. She sat down exhausted on the bed and managed to wrench words from her mind.

"I didn't have a choice Sam. After your episode and the way Dean kept glaring at me I thought you wanted me gone. I mean, it's not like I trusted you with my past. I was wrong for you."

The words had gradually gotten softer and softer and she could nearly imagine Sam's expression on the other end. Silence. She started to speak again but his voice came out, almost like he was struggling to control himself.

"Darcy."

The way he said it made her feel like she was being accused. She shook her head and made a small whimpering noise. He spoke again, softly this time, almost like he was resigned to his fate.

"Darcy, just- let me be the judge of that. Look, we have a new hunt; I'll message you with the co-ords. Dar, I wuv you."

She allowed herself to have a small laugh and then brushed away a stray tear as she heard the phone cut out. She snapped it shut. The phone vibrated in her hand and she opened them to see the co-ordinates. It was time to take a trip to Maryland!

She moved around the room, quickly grabbing everything and anything that was hers and shoving it into her duffel. She picked up her pair of faded denims and jammed them on; replacing the mini skirt she had been prancing about in before. She turned back to the mirror and brushed her hair out of her eyes. God, she felt like she was going on a date again. She rolled her eyes and exited the motel room, depositing the keys with the lady at the front. She was now the proud owner of a brand new Voltswagon. The shiny black paint was the first thing that greeted her and she smiled. It had taken her months of hard work (and credit card scams) before she had been able to afford this baby. She opened the trunk and tossed in her duffel, careful not the damage the insane amount of firearms she had stashed in the boot.

She opened the driver seat door and sat down in her car, hands on the steering wheel. She bit her lip and for the millionth time considered whether it was wise going hunting. She knew that sooner or later her past would catch up to her and that she would have to explain to them about everything. She shook her head and slammed the door closed, turning the key in the ignition and reversing out of the motel. She turned on the radio and listened as Hearts: These Dreams blared out of the speakers.

It was off to Maryland.

A/N: Yey, another chapter! Sorry for those that were waiting for this for AGES. I'll explore Darcy's past in the next chapter so not to worry! Also, a big shout out to Sarah the mutant farm girl, her stories are brilliant! I suggest you read those! Thanks to all who have reviewed!