** Just and fyi, reading this back 13 years later I really don't like it **

Aislin woke not long after she'd fallen asleep. No more than an hour anyway, but she was still frightened when she saw the bed in front of her empty. There should have been a big foot with a broken leg lying in it.

She jolted upright, forgetting about the heavy book in her lap, and caught it just before it was to crash onto the floor. Aislin tossed it into the uncomfortable chair and headed out the room.

'Honestly' she thought to herself 'how did a twelve foot tall man with one good leg sneak out on me?'

Aislin checked the other bedroom and found it empty, same with the bathroom.

She stood at the top of the stairs pondering for a moment, then listening to the eerie silence that sat stagnant below her.

She crept down the stairs, fearful of making a noise, and into the living room. It was just as vacant as the upper floor had been. Then something struck her.

"Eff Em Ell, this is like, the SECOND time I've woken up at Bobby's to an empty house."

Aislin turned around towards the kitchen to continue her investigation.

"Wrong."

"aaaHHHH!"

Aislin almost walked into the brick wall that was Sam Winchester, as he popped into view from the kitchen archway. He stood over the tiny girl like the Leaning Tower of Pisa, extending a hand out to her. The other hand being occupied by a sandwich.

She accepted his hand, though she could tell he was in pain from bending the way he was, and he pulled her up to her feet. Aislin found she was surprised at how soft is monstrously large hands were.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you." Sam smiled at her.

Aislin didn't really have a response for him. She smiled back and gently shook off the horrors of embarrassing herself as a first impression.

Sam saw she was a little uncomfortable and did what came to mind. He held out his other hand, the one containing the sandwich, and looked her in the eye.

"Want half? It's PB and J. My specialty."

Aislin looked to her new friend and found she couldn't resist. He was giving her the puppy dog eyes she'd once heard Bobby talk about, and she was smitten.

His eyes sparkled when he pulled the face, and the way his bottom lip jutted out so slightly had Aislin's legs preparing to let go from underneath her. She saved herself by accepting the kind, childlike offer. She took the half of sandwich that hadn't had a bite from it yet and stood in silence once again.

"I'm Sam." He introduced, just to break the silence.

"I know. I'm Aislin." She sounded sure of herself.

"I know. I was going to watch a movie. Wanna join me?"

She didn't get a chance to answer. Sam headed in the direction of the couch, shuffling past her in the process. Aislin took note of his stumbling and recalled why the whole situation was throwing her off.

"Why are you up and around? You should be resting. You were comatose when found you."

Sam laughed. Like that was anything new. He'd died three times last year.

"I'm good. You were the one passed out when I woke up, if I'm not mistaken."

"I fell asleep, thank you very much, there's a difference."

Sam laughed out loud. He was getting to her, and he found it funny.

"And why were you sleeping in that rubbish chair there? Bobby's has a perfectly good second spare room down the hall."

"Because I'm a nice person. Shit." She cursed to herself.

Sam sat down on the couch and turned to look at Aislin. His face was contorted to tell her he was confused.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he wondered aloud.

Aislin rolled her eyes and flicked her free hand at him, indicating that she was giving up this fight, and took her place on the opposite side of the couch.

"Never mind." She added for extra effort.

Sam ignored her distance and secrecy and turned the television on, switching it to one of the movie channels. He picked a lighthearted comedy, something he didn't have to pay attention to, something he thought Aislin might like. And he continued to eat his sandwich.

Aislin thought while she nibbled on the dinner Sam so kindly shared with her, trying hard not to stare at him.

He was a mass of a man, strong and handsome. His features jumped out at her. His puppy dog eyes, sweet smile, hair nicer than hers, arms of steel. Aislin was aware that he was hot, she knew from the moment she saw him tied to the bed at the vampire hangout that he was smokin'. She had a hard time keeping her cool around him, especially now that he was vocal and mobile. Aislin had a major crush on him and she was grabbing at straws trying to keep from showing it.

Sam noticed her uneasiness but didn't question it. He knew his size could be intimidating, forget the fact that this tiny girl was in a strange place with a person she'd never met before.

He thought he better make nice, let her know he was a friend and not foe. If her sister had any pull with her, Aislin probably thought the Winchesters were worthy to be hunted.

He turned to the small girl on the couch adjacent him and waited for her to acknowledge him. When she never turned to meet his gaze he called out to her.

"Hey." He said as innocently as he could.

Aislin turned to him upon being called and met his gaze. He was right. Aislin was blessed with the richest, smoothest chocolate brown eyes Sam had the pleasure to meet. He smiled a genuine, hearty smile. More than he had planned to, making him feel like a goof. Aislin watched to her amazement as his face turned the slightest pink. She didn't know why he was blushing. She assumed he was thinking something he shouldn't have been. Aislin, too, felt the heat rise in her cheeks as her thoughts turned dirty. She smiled at him before he spoke again.

"Thank you," he choked out "you know, for sitting guard while I was out."

Aislin smiled and her eyes lit up. His demeanour was as apple pie as his face.

"No problem."

Quickly, she turned her head back to the movie, nibbling a bit more of her sandwich. She'd noticed Sam's was already gone.

After about twenty minutes of mind-numbing hilarity, Aislin was thirsty. She waited it out, finished her sandwich, and stood up. Her motions drew the attention of her company, and Sam turned his eyes to her.

"I'm dying for a drink. You want something?"

"Beer if Bobby's got some in the fridge. Thanks."

Aislin strutted her way to the kitchen, keeping Sam's attention as she went by.

He couldn't deny she was just as gorgeous in person as in her photos. He'd seen the odd picture Bobby kept of the girls in him home over the past year and knew they were pretty, but in person Aislin was a beauty to behold. The fact that she wore a very feminine, flowing, floral pink and white tank top and green shorts down to her knees certainly didn't hurt.

Sam smiled to himself, realizing he was letting his emotions get the better of him again, and forced his attention back to the movie playing in front of him.

Aislin went to the kitchen, opened the fridge and made sure Sam wasn't looking before sticking her head directly inside it. She stood there for a minute until she could feel the blood drain from her face, and then she turned and put her back into the cooling unit, rolling her eyes with pleasure as the cold air flew up her shirt. Aislin reached her hand into the fridge behind her and wrapped two bottles of Miller around her fingers.

She stood up and took the drinks with her as she closed the door, heading back for the living room. Unfortunately, to her dismay, her clumsy nature got the better of her and she tripped over the ancient Japanese rug, crumbling down to the ground and hitting a side table on the way down.

Sam sat up and turned his head in Aislin's direction. She was sitting on the floor, one leg twisted underneath her, body slumped and head hanging in embarrassment. She still held the beers in her hand.

He began to stand, preparing his good leg to bear all his weight when Aislin spoke to him.

"I'm good, I'm good. Just... had a surge of gravity."

He laughed again and sat back in the couch. Aislin limped over, foot and ankle in pain, and handed a beer to Sam before reclaiming her seat on the end of the couch.

Sam opened and chugged a good portion of his beer back before setting it on the table next to him. He ignored the movie completely, watching his company try to tend to her sore appendage.

"'Meer." Sam beckoned, motioning with his hand for her to sit closer to him. "Let me look at it."

Aislin was quick to answer him.

"Oh no it's –"

"Just come here."

Aislin looked to Sam and couldn't resist him. He was smiling at her, eyes full of want. How could she resist a face so sweet and endearing.

She scooted across the couch, turning as if to lie across it, and lifted her sore foot onto his lap where he had indicated with another pat. Now she was glad she'd painted her toenails the week before.

Sam took her foot in his hands and started to rub it, massaging all the kinks and knots out, turning his attention back to the television and the mindless entertainment he put on it. Aislin didn't say anything, but turned to watch it with him. She thought for a moment as he worked his hands over the bridge of her foot to her ankle. Like magic, his hands. The pain quickly dissipated, but he ceased to stop. Or even ask her, for that matter, if she was feeling any better.

Within moments she gave up on the movie and turned to face him, leaning her head on the couch and closing her eyes.

Just as Sam was about to ask her if she was alright, the door clicked open and Bobby walked through it.

Too involved in their own little world, Sam and Aislin didn't notice the home owner's presence until he was behind the couch, hovering like a worried father.

"Boy." Bobby commanded Sam's attention.

Aislin opened her eyes and Sam let go of her foot. Aislin tucked it under herself to meet the other and tried not to shrink away at the sound of Bobby's booming tone.

"You're back Bobby."

"I thought you were watching him." He directed at the tiny girl.

"I was. But I fell asleep. I woke up and he was downstairs."

"You should know better son." Bobby went back to Sam, knowing full well he understood what he was talking about.

"What?" Sam tried to be innocent.

"I'm gone for an hour at best and I come home to the two of you petting each other on my couch."

"She hurt her foot." Sam defended.

"And I wasn't touching him." Aislin spoke for herself.

"It was innocent."

Sam's last comment made Bobby smirk. It was a knowing, tell-all smirk that made Sam anxious. Bobby leaned over the couch slightly to make sure he was heard.

"If it was innocent, you wouldn't have let go of her so quickly when you saw I was back. And you, young lady, wouldn't have slid half way down the couch to hide from me."

Bobby, half satisfied with being right stood up and turned to walk away, throwing one last comment over his shoulder at them as he left the room.

"If you're going to do it in my house, use protection."

Sam's face went from pink to Fires of Hell red in an instant. His eyes dropped down to his lap and then back up to the television so fast Aislin almost missed it. She tried not to stare, but it was difficult. She, too, was mortified by Bobby's 'advice', but he let it show. His face was red with humiliation and his eyes were hurt and disappointed.

Aislin smiled, knowing now the crush she had on him was mutual, she untucked her foot and placed it back where it had been, speaking slowly and gently in the sweet voice she'd heard her sister use once.

"Still hurts."

Sam smiled, without looking in her direction, and picked up where they left off before being interrupted