I have been trying to let g- Move on from Dean. I told him I was going out to find me a man. I walk down the street into his neighborhood. He offered me the Impala, but I wanted to walk. I didn't know where I was going to go, so, I kept walking. I finally found this restaurant called, "Crusty's Bar and Grill." I walked in. I sat down at a booth when a cute man in an outfit popped up. He had brown shaggy hair with bright blue eyes. "Looks like heaven is missing an angel. What can I get for you?" He said in his little quirky voice. "Oh, they don't miss me. Can I get the biscuits with gravy, please? And a sprite."

"Coming right up!"

I slumped down. How would Dean feel if I started dating again? I pushed aside my thoughts from Dean and looked outside. I noticed that I had walked down  to the beach. I am glad that I wore shorts and an orange tank top. I was hoping the beach wasn't crowded.

  My food came back with a piece of paper. I looked at it and it was his number. I looked up at him and smiled. Be smiled back and winked and walked off. I ate my food and drank my drink and slammed a fifty on the table. "Keep the change." I said. I walked off. I walked down to the beach. The water was going up and down and was so pretty. The sand felt nice. It wasn't cold nor hot. I walked in the water. The nice cold water hitting my feet felt nice. I looked to my side to see the big, blue, waves folding over, surfers riding the big ones, little kids surfing them with their little surf boards. I smiled as I watched them and remembered when I did that as a kid. Suddenly I ran into someone. Someone big. A...  Mose like person, "Sam?"

"Yeah," The voice said. "Sam!" I said as I hugged him. "Hey, Stella! How- did the angels do it?"

"Yes, you know what that means."

"Something big is coming up." We said  in unison.

"I missed you."

"I missed you to."

"I know we like just saw each other like yesterday but I feel like I haven't seen you since I came back."

"I know. That's what it feels like to come back as Dean told me."

"Alright, well I am going to finish my walk. I will see you tomorrow, big guy."

"Alright, shortie. "

"I WAS FIVE FOOT THREE IN THE FIFTH GRADE! DON'T CALL ME SHORT." I yelled to him. (I was five foot three I  the fifth grade.)  He out his hands up in defense and walked on. That was my somewhat brother figure for ya.