Thoren - I know I certainly do! Oh, speaking of, I do believe there is a new episode on tonight! That makes me happy!

sparkyCSI - I think in their case, they certainly should be illegal! It would seem not - I think I am being a tad cruel at the moment!

meadow567 - I'm glad too! But it was all an excuse for these two to turn up - they're here to save the day!

LilyRianneEvans - Hello and welcome! Thank you, and I hope you continue to enjoy!

RK9 - Um... welll... please don't kill her! I've become quite attached! You know, there are plenty of things that should be made illegal in regards to those two! Yum!

Aphina - lol, I think you know where this leads, although it's hard to believe how long ago we discussed this! And I still haven't worked out what's bugging me about my fic! It will randomly come to me, I'm sure!

demolished-soul - Yes. And they're here to satisfy me, as well as save the day. Or at least, one of them will! I like having them around - I have plans for them to appear at least once more!

steffles24 - (:D) I can't resist them! And hello! I'm glad you like Taylor - there's been a lot of work put into this baby, so thank you!

brttmclv - Another new face... name! SN is one of the funniest shows I've watched in a long time - it's my hope I can do the boys justice!!

Madison Bellows - It is my joint fav show with NY (Yup, I share the love!) so if you get the opportunity, I would definately suggest watching it! No, we don't like Craig! Especially not after this chapter!

laplandgurl - Well, Sam and Dean are going to save the day - I've said that three times now just to skirt around the issue, lol! We don't have to worry about Sassone for a couple of chapters!!

Well, there are no spoilers, still - check me and my creativity out! I do still have thanks to a marvolous beta, but also thanks this time to Aphina for working out some of the plot over the next few chapters!

What The Eyes Can't See

Chapter 176: When I'm not chasing demons, there's demons chasing me

'Well?' Taylor demanded.

Sam shifted uncomfortably on the spot, rubbing at the back of his neck. However, it was Dean who started the explanation. 'You know about ghosts and demons and whatnot?'

Taylor slowly nodded.

'Well, here's the thing, turns out there are psychics too.'

'Dean!' Sam objected.

'What?' Dean asked, turning to face his brother. 'She's not gonna believe anything unless it's the truth.'

Sam sighed shaking his head.

'Anyway,' Dean continued. 'Sammy here has these psychic visions.'

Taylor pursed her lips as she shifted her weight onto her other foot. 'So what? There's a big bad hiding in my closet? Or is that actually the entrance to Narnia?'

Sam managed a small smile whilst Dean looked at her confused. 'Narnia?'

'The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe?' Taylor offered.

'Yeah,' Dean nodded, clearly doing the whole nod-your-head-and-smile routine. 'Anyway, Sam had this vision.'

Sam took a breath. 'I didn't see much, but a demon was coming after you.'

'I don't get how that relates to my closet?' Taylor told them impatiently.

'Well, it doesn't, per se,' Sam told her uncomfortably.

'Then why the hell were you going through my things?' Taylor demanded, losing her patience.

'For clues,' Sam admitted.

Taylor stared in disbelief, mouth open. 'Clues to what? What demon I'm summoning?'

Dean nodded. 'Pretty much.'

'Alright,' Taylor cried impatiently. 'I seriously have better things to be doing with my time than conjuring demons. In fact, speaking of which, I have to get ready to meet a friend.'

'Taylor,' Sam started imploringly.

Taylor held her hand up. 'No. If you want to have a proper conversation with me, we can have coffee tomorrow. Right now, I need a shower and to get changed for dinner. So if you'll excuse me…?' she headed for the door and pulled it wide open.

'Taylor,' Sam tried again as the two brothers made for the door.

'Nuh uh,' Taylor told him, shaking her head. 'Coffee. Tomorrow.'

The pair left and Taylor shut the door, leaning her head against the wood. Demons in Virginia were one thing. Demons in New York City, in her home, that was another thing all together.

She hurried upstairs for a quick shower and threw on some smart black pants, a trusty pair of stiletto boots, and a deep purple sweater before dashing out of the door and hailing a cab.

Taylor stepped out of the taxi and looked up. 'Is this the right…' she trailed off as the taxi drove off. She looked up and read the name of the sign: Chez Cherry's. Well, it was the right name. Only it looked too… posh.

She walked in and asked the maître'd if Craig Stone had a table booked, when Craig appeared. 'Our table's over here,' he told her, leading through a throng of couples at candlelit tables.

Taylor eyed them suspiciously, but refrained from commenting. Finally they arrived at a table in a secluded table.

'I ordered some Merlot. You still like that?' he asked anxiously as he helped her into her chair.

'Yeah, thanks,' she said slowly as he poured her a rather large glass. 'So, what are you doing these days? Did you ever get published?' she asked trying to fill the silence.

Craig shook his head. 'Actually, I live in New Jersey, but I opened a book store.'

'You didn't move too far then?'

'Nope. Just far enough away. I saw your poster in Times Square.'

Taylor frowned. 'It's a little bigger than a poster,' she grumbled.

'I read your column every week,' he told her. 'I haven't missed a single issue. Although, I must say, I was very worried after that bomb in the Daily's building. You didn't write a column for a few weeks – I though you'd been caught up in it.'

'I kinda did, actually,' she told him. 'But I wasn't hurt.'

The table grew silent again, and Taylor found herself taking a large gulp of the wine. 'So,' she started again, not liking the quiet. 'Is there anyone special in your life? I don't see a ring,' she indicated to his hand.

'I think she is,' he said, almost mysteriously as he stared intently at her.

Taylor shifted uncomfortably under his stare and reached for the menu. 'So, what's good to eat in here?' she frowned as she realized she was sat in a French restaurant.

'What's the matter?' Craig asked instantly.

'Um, nothing,' Taylor lied as her stomach shifted uncomfortably. French cuisine was still evidently inedible for her.

'We can go elsewhere if you like?' he offered anxiously.

'No, it's alright,' Taylor told him hurriedly. 'I'll just have a salad. I'm not very hungry anyway.' Not anymore, anyway.

By the time they were mid-way through their food, Taylor had long since realized that she no longer had anything in common with her ex. He seemed to have other ideas.

'You're still as beautiful as when I last saw you,' he told her softly.

Taylor smiled awkwardly. 'Thanks, Craig.'

'Do you ever regret the past?' he asked her suddenly.

Taylor gazed thoughtfully into her wine. 'There are some things I'm not proud of, but as a rule, the mistakes I've made have made me who I am, for better or worse.'

'I do.'

Taylor looked up and met his gaze. 'I'm sorry?'

'Regret the past,' he told her. 'The biggest mistake was ever letting you out of my life.'

'Um,' Taylor shifted uncomfortably. 'Craig. I'm engaged.'

'But you don't love him, not really,' he told her.

Taylor frowned. 'Actually, I do. More than I thought it was possible. And I'm getting married to him, Craig. I want to spend the rest of my life with him.'

Craig's eyes darkened instantly. 'You don't mean that, Taylor.'

'Yeah, I do,' she told him becoming slightly concerned with his reaction.

'No,' he said firmly. 'We are meant to be together. We are meant to spend the rest of our lives together.'

'Craig,' Taylor started, equally as firmly. 'If we were meant to be together, we would still be together.'

'It was just a blip. Distance makes the heart grow fonder,' he quoted.

'Craig, it really doesn't.'

Craig reached over and grabbed her hand. 'Surely you can see that?'

Taylor pulled her hand back and rose quickly to her feet. 'You know, it was nice catching up, but I think it's time I headed home,' she quickly informed him as she fished some bills out of her purse and threw them on the table.

'Taylor,' he objected. 'We haven't even had dessert.'

'Yeah. I'm full,' she told him bluntly before walking out of the restaurant.

Outside the rain had finally seen fit to take a break, which was a blessing of sorts, considering the fact she had left her umbrella under the table and she wasn't in a desperate mood to hurry back in. Taylor sighed and pulled her jacket tightly around herself. Flack was going to be at work for another couple of hours and rather than face an empty house, she decided to head to her office and do a little work.

'We should follow her,' Dean muttered watching Taylor walk up the street.

'You wanted to follow her into the restaurant,' Sam pointed out.

'And?' Dean asked. 'I was hungry. I still am,' he said pointedly.

'Do you ever stop eating?' Sam asked half in disbelief.

'We haven't eaten all day,' Dean informed him. At Sam's lack of response, he cocked his head and waved his hand around in front of his face. 'Earth calling Sammy?'

Sam nodded past him at something behind Dean.

Dean turned and stared at the entrance to the restaurant. 'That him? The guy in your vision?'

Sam nodded. 'That's him,' he confirmed.

'I guess we should be following him then,' Dean sighed reluctantly as his stomach emitted a low growl.

Taylor stepped out of the Daily's building, pleasantly surprised that it was still not raining. She glanced at her watch and decided to pay a late night visit to the crime lab – see if she could coax Flack out for a coffee break.

She was just approaching the building when someone stepped out in front of her from an alleyway.

'Dean?' she cried. 'You startled me.'

'Hello Taylor,' he greeted her softly.

Taylor frowned slightly. 'Hello Dean.'

'Taylor, we need to talk,' he declared, leading her into the alleyway by her elbow.

'Can't this wait until tomorrow?' she asked him wearily.

'It's important,' he told her.

Taylor took a breath and looked up expectantly at him. 'What's the matter?'

'What happened?'

'Dean? What are you talking about?' she asked in confusion.

'You and me,' he elaborated. 'How come we never got together?'

Taylor snorted. 'Because I love Don, and you love women?'

He inched closer. 'You've never been curious?'

Taylor swallowed. 'No,' she lied.

'You're lying,' he said, the distance between them closing. 'I can always tell when you're lying.'

Somewhere, Taylor knew she had heard that before, but the thought was drowned out by the alarm bells which were ringing in her head at Dean's close proximity. 'Dean. I'm engaged.'

'And yet you're standing in an alley with me.'

'Because you said you had something important to say to me,' she told him.

He was now close enough for her to feel his breath on her nose. 'I do. But actions speak louder than words.' Which was when he pressed himself up against her, pressing her up against the wall, and kissed her.

Taylor tried to push him off, and as soon as his hands began travelling upwards to a place he had no right touch her, she brought her knee up. Hard. 'What the hell are you doing?' she yelled at him, wiping her mouth.

Dean glared at her, quickly reviving himself from where she had hit him, and slapped her, sending her reeling. 'Don't do that again.'

Taylor nursed her cheek and stared at him, trying to back away. For a moment she thought he had really hit her when it looked like his eyes were now black instead of green. Instead, she ducked away from him and ran down the alley.

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