Meadow Grove, Montana
"Stay here Sammy." Noah calls out.
John and Dean had left, scoping out the area and the hunt leaving Noah and Sam behind. He's twelve, Noah reasoned with herself kid will be fine, sides he's always saying he can take care of himself.
"And where are you going?"
"Who are you? Dad. Just stay put and don't set anything on fire. Or get stuck to anything, or put something up your nose-
"I only did that once! I was six!" Sam cried out, "you and Dean are never going to let me live it down are you?"
"Nope, considering we were the ones to pull the fruit loops out of your nostrils dude. That's disgusting. I mean picking your own nose is one thing but your little brother's." Noah said zipping up her coat, and grabbing a pair of Dean's old gloves.
She hurried out of the door, the park was close by. It was nearing sunset, should be empty.
"Tom?" she calls out sitting on the bench.
Tom appeared beside her, and jumped when he hand grabbed his hand, "what are you doing?"
"Holding your hand?" Noah asked slyly.
Tom jerked his hand out of her grasp and stood and shook his head, "No. Noah, No. You're my friend."
"Why? You don't see anyone else in your job aside from escorting them to where ever it is they go after dying."
"Doesn't mean I'm still not attached to the people I left behind when I died," Tom said quietly his hand reaching into his pocket for the wedding ring.
Noah slide closer to him, "your family?"
"Everyone."
"Can you see them ever? Visit them?"
"No. There's strict rules against it, even if I could how could I watch them mourn me when I'm really there? Not dead but not alive?" Tom stood biting his lip and shaking his head, "how could I watch my mother's heart brake? Watch my little girl grow up without me? Watch my wife grow old and die alone."
Noah jumped up and nervously placed hair behind her ears, "you never told me you had a wife or a daughter."
"Never really came up Noah."
"Never came up? Tom we sat there for hours the first night I was home from the hospital, I told you everything about me."
"And I told you about me."
"But not about them. If she's your wife, she must have meant a lot for you to put a ring on her."
"If you're asking if I loved her, I did."
"Do you still love her?"
Tom reached forward, taking her hand and holding it tightly before she could jerk away, "once someone has a place in your heart, no matter what they do you can never stop loving them."
"Do I have a place in your heart?" Noah asked in a whisper.
Tom chuckled, "you will always have a place in my heart, just maybe not in the way you want it to be."
"Is it because of your wife? Do you feel like you're betraying her?" Noah pressed, "because I don't think she'd want you to be alone. Your daughter either."
"Noah, when you love someone you want what's best for them. And me I'm not the best thing for you."
"How do you know that?"
"Because I can't give you half the things another man could. Your family would never be able to see you-
"But I would."
"We can't get married-
"All I need is your word. And love."
"I don't know if we could ever have a family?-
Noah stood on her tip toes pressing her lips to him, Tom at first resisted but then leaned in. His sea-green eyes closed tightly.
"Noah." Tom whispered, their heads resting close together.
"Don't lie, you felt something."
"And that's what scares me, Noah. You're too young."
"Just an old soul in a young body."
Altmar, Minnesota
"You're not exactly like any other college student I meet." Matt told the auburn haired women sitting next to him.
She smiled, her face was thin and her eyes were green in color with freckles lining the bridge of her nose.
"I haven't really had the luxury of being a wild party-girl," She answered, "you really don't strike me as the wild frat party guy either."
Matt chuckled, "you got me."
The pair sat together in silence, laughing at the silence. Their gaze followed to Caleb whose arm is wrapped around two blondes, he gave them a thumbs up.
"Now your friend-
"He's definitely one for parties. I guess you could say I never had the luxury of being wild either, Kira."
Kira took a sip of her glass, "mind telling me why?"
Matt looked down, images of the flames flashing in his eyes, "when I was eight my mom died in a fire. It ruined my dad, he was completely out of it the first few days. Was too drunk to even form three sentences, one of my younger brothers was four he was so scared. And my little sister was two, she didn't understand what was going on. I didn't even cry that week, I had to let them know they were okay. I didn't even cry at my mother's funeral."
Kira blinked, "I'm so sorry."
Matt gulped the rest of his beer, "that's the most I've ever talked about the fire in years, you just seem like a good listener."
"I try to be. I'm a bartender, get a lot of sob stories," she opened her mouth, "I'm sorry I didn't mean it that way."
"You never said why you don't have the luxury."
Kira looked down playing with her apron, "promise me you won't freak out."
"I promise."
"I'm a mother, have been since I was fifteen. I was a wild kid, learned the hard way."
"A mother?"
After a few moments of silence Kira grabbed his arm.
"You're the first guy I've told who didn't run away with some kind of excuse."
"I've had a lot of shocks in my life, this one isn't really shaking me. What is your-
"Daughter. She's five, her name is Lily-Mae. She's my whole world."
A/N: do you like it? Oh yeah and congrats to Supernatural for winning two awards in the PCA's.