The coffee shop was quiet barley any people passing through at this hour of the day. I sat across from Jess, watching how she stared into her mug biting her lip, her golden hair falling down from her hazardous bun floating around her face ,scrutinizing the dark steamy contents as if it had a hidden secret. I chuckled. ' What'cha looking for?' I smirked down at her. She looked up confusion in her eyes. 'Huh?'

'Well you seem to be eyeing your cappuccino in a meaningful way.'

'Oh, I was just thinking.'

'About.' I said raising an eyebrow.

'Well, the always asked question, how long will you stay when do you have to go? Last time you only stayed a day.' Her voice fading near the end sorrow evident in her eyes. I sighed.

I remembered last year it was my briefest trip, Dad had been away on a time consuming hunt, and it was just me and Dean. I was so afraid I wouldn't see her that year. I laid in the sagging motel mattress waiting to see if Dean would come back, I had encouraged and practically pushed him out the door to the bar, hoping he'd find some chick and be gone the night. I'd been doing this for the last three days hoping Dean wouldn't come home till the next day. This was the closest we'd been to Minnesota this year. I laid there tossing and turning, checking the time every five minutes. 11;05 that's it I thought Dads bound to be back tomorrow or the next day, this was my last chance, my only chance. I would just have to risk it I thought. I sprang from my bed with one goal to get there as fast as I possibly could. To Aurora, Minnesota the small town where I first met her.

When I first saw her I was nine, the new kid in that small town, a rare occurrence in Aurora, practically printing a target on my head for the local bully. The teacher introduced me painfully andslowly and sent me to sit by the bushy haired blonde girl with her nose planted in a pink and purple flowery book. She looked up curiously from her book accessing me. I tried a small smile. Quickly she returned back to her book. On further investigation her book turned out to be 'The Adventures of Faerie Everling' a blonde faerie prancingabout, silver hair filled with multicolour flowers. From That day forward I saw that shy blonde bushy haired girl as the Everling girl. My oldest friend.

I jogged to the bus stop, and sat the two hours on the bus fidgeting, hoping Dean hadn't come to find him gone. Some passengers eyed me with questioning eyes to see what a 16 year old was doing on the night bus.

That visit was so brief, only three hours not nearly long enough, never enough time to tell her how in love I was with my Everling girl. There was something else significant about that meeting was the departure. I stood there at the bus stop brooding, only three hours in the whole year to see my best friend was not fair, it was never fair. Jess had dropped me off a few blocks down in her newly reconstructed vintage Mustang (which Dean would swoon over like a fangirl). The bus just pulled up, when I heard it, the familiar patter of those faded moccasins fleeting across the concrete. And then she was there hair flowing, eyes wide ,gasping , cheeks red her arms wrapped around my neck. And she leaned forward her lips…my lips …

'Sam? Sam?'

'Hmmm?' I looked up at Jess.

'How long?' she asked brows furrowed.

I smiled my first genuine smile.

'The famed Winchesters return to Aurora.'

So review tell me if you like it what you think should you like there meeting? should i change it. was it confusing because if the flashback within a flashback.