A/N: OMG. I've done nothing but write the last two days. Dang near 7,000 words..in two days, guys. Even if my writing sucks, kudos to me for at least writing nearly 7,000 words in two days. This chapter is dedicated to those on here who've favorited, alerted to and reviewed this story! :) So, I'd like to thank: APRIL26, ciara1973, mb64, LeighAnnWallace, it'ssamnotsammy, Big Boots Man Of War, bobbysinger200, goyankeesgo, JazzyGurl101, sha-silvie, SoFollowMeDown, Aoi Faith, boredtotearstoday, LuckyBug13, mimi7869, RealityDreamii and sakuramaka. You guys are super awesome. Seriously. You don't know how happy it makes me every time I get an alert from Fanfiction. And I brought a character into this story that I was super sad for when I had heard this certain one passed away. So, in my world, he's alive and well :) And part of the Supernatural world, because I've seen pictures where he used to visit his daddy on set :)

Sam rolled over and groaned. There was a little man with a drum just pounding away in his head and he needed to go away. Preferably now. Tequila. Never again. He rolled back the other way and found three pills and a bottle of water laying on his nightstand. Danni? He grabbed his phone and texted her.

-Hey. Thx for the aspirin :)

A few minutes after, his phone rang. The noise sounding like a marching band was in the room with him.

"Sam. Are you...you're okay?"

"Uh. Why wouldn't I be? So I actually drank for once. Big deal.

"No, no. I didn't leave any aspirin there for you. Sam, you..."

Sam didn't really like where this conversation was going already. "I what, Danni?" He was suddenly hit with a strong sense of deja vu.

"You broke your panty rule and went home with some gorgeous looking thing! And I was so jealous!" It practically came out in one breath.

Sam looked at his bed. "There's no one here? And the bed doesn't even looked messed up at all." So not likely, he wouldn't do that.

"So, he made your bed before he split? If you ever find him, keep him."

Sam was...well, he didn't know. "I really went home with someone?"

"Yes," she sighed. "It's okay, though, you know."

"Danni, I just. I feel dirty already. Why would you let me leave with someone?"

"You're going to blame me? Thanks Sam. Really."

And okay. It really wasn't her fault. "Danneel. I'm sorry."

Suddenly everything was puppies and candy canes again. "Oh, I know you are. You are okay, though?"

Sam smiled, though no one could see him. "Yeah. I'm alright. I'm a firm believer in 'if I didn't see it, it never happened', so...I'm okay." More deja vu. So he wasn't all that okay. But he was an adult. He could handle breaking a 'panty rule'.

"Well good. He was really cute! But he seemed really weird at the same time. I mean, he was wearing a heavy leather jacket. Who does that when they're in Palo Alto?"

"A leather jacket?" Green. Leather jacket.

"Yeah. Anyway. Did he at least leave his number anywhere?"

It could just be a huge coincidence. Those green eyes. The feelings of being watched. A guy in a leather jacket taking him home. Sam was probably just freaking himself out. "Uh, no. He didn't."

"Well darn. What are you gonna do today, then?"

What else would he do? "Recover until I go to work." He heard Danni laugh.

"Oo. I forgot you had to cover a shift tonight. Call or text me later? Let me know you're still alive."

Sam said his goodbyes and sunk down on his bed. He probably really was just getting himself worked up but it still bothered him. He could play off having thought he saw a pair of eyes at graduation, but a guy taking him home in a leather jacket? That bothered him. He hadn't seen too many people around Palo Alto wearing leather jackets. It's the summer for Christ sakes.

Whatever. He flung himself back against the bed, bare back rustling against the cool, cotton sheets and fell back asleep. Or tried to as best as he could with that little drummer in his head, anyway.

Sam walked outside into the alley behind work. It was break time and he needed the fresh air. His stupid hangover headache wouldn't go away. It had subsided a bit from earlier, sure, but he could just feel his head throbbing. He ran a hand through his soft, brown locks and blew out a sigh. Work was dragging. He still had at least two hours left to go.

He glanced around the alley, eyes catching on a dark figure huddled by the dumpster. It wasn't very big, but it wasn't a small shape, either. He cocked his head sideways and walked towards it cautiously. As soon as he got close enough he realized what it was. A dog. Sam's mood instantly perked up and deflated at the same time. Perked up because if a dog was living in an alley, his life was at least a little better than that. It deflated because he just wanted to take the little thing home. It didn't deserve to live in an alley and hope that maybe it'll find scraps of food. It might not have even got fed at all most days. Sam looked closer at the dog. It did look a little underweight, its light brown-red fur stretching slightly over its belly. Sam felt his bottom lip curl out and down.

The dog raised its head at Sam as he walked closer and Sam gingerly reached a hand out. It didn't move at all. Sam lightly brushed his fingers over the dog's head and it leaned into the touch appreciatively. That noise? That was Sam's heart breaking into a bunch of pieces. He smiled and scratched the dog's ears. When it stood up and came and sat at Sam's feet, he caved.

He pulled his phone out of his back pocket and dialed Danni's number.

"Good! You're alive!" What a way to be greeted.

"Danni, I need your help."

"I won't ask any questions, you kinky little thing you, but here's the dog cage you asked for."

Danni stopped as soon as she crossed the threshold and took notice of the thing currently running around Sam's house. "Well. That definitely makes much more sense."

Sam grinned at her from his spot on the couch. "I couldn't help it. I had to."

"You took in a puppy! It's so cute. He or she?"

"He. He's got things hanging down."

Danni snorted and set the cage down. "Did you name him yet?"

Sam shook his head. "I couldn't decide. Help me pick a name."

Danni sat down next to Sam and he watched as her face crinkled in concentration. "Well, he's obviously pretty playful. Energetic. What about Spunky? Or Sparky."

"Spunky? No thanks."

Danni watched from the living room as the puppy pounced at an empty beer case sitting next to the fridge in the kitchen. "Just name him Fido and get it over with."

"I want something manly. He deserves a good name. You didn't see the way he was just...laying there in the alley, Danni."

Danni looked up thoughtfully. "What about Harley? We had a blast getting to ride motorcycles that one time when Chad surprised us."

"Harley?" Harley. Sam glanced up at the dog. He pictured calling the dog Harley in his head and the bouncing ball of energy suddenly perked up and looked toward Sam, as if hearing his thoughts. Sam smiled and slapped his knee gently and clicked his tongue a couple times. The dog bounded into the living room and sidled right up to Sam.

He looked at Danneel. "Harley it is."

Sam fell asleep that night with Harley curled up behind him on the bed.

Thirty-three Days Later

Sam was fast asleep, stuck somewhere in la-la land, when he was jolted awake. Apparently he wasn't deep enough in la-la land. He sat up quickly and looked around his room. Darkness. That was it. He double checked the shadows. Nothing weird there. He was ready to lay back again when something bounded on the bed. Sam's heart skipped a beat. Harley. It was only Harley. He breathed a sigh of relief. Harley snuggled up beside him and he laid back down.

San was just about back to sleep when he heard a noise coming from what sounded like the kitchen. A chair skidding on the linoleum? Harley's ears perked up just as Sam slid out of bed. He grabbed the baseball bat, purposely ignoring the knife that was a couple more feet away and buried at the bottom of his closet, and tiptoed out into the hallway. A shadow moved and Sam stilled. The shadow moved again. It was coming closer.

Sam gripped the bat tighter. Was he scared? Not really. He'd encountered worse things than a burglar before. Sam swung the bat just as a face appeared around the corner.

The drywall breaking away from the impact of the bat registered with him briefly before he heard a deep voice holler out, "Jesus Christ, Sammy!"

Sam dropped the bat instantly. He'd recognize that voice anywhere, no matter when the last time he'd heard it was. It made his blood run cold. "Dean?"

A light flickered on and Sam came face-to-face with a pair of green eyes and a leather jacket that had been haunting him for the last couple months.