Episode: Season 7 - The Girl Next Door Pt. 2 

Note: Forewarning y'all, this will have some racial slurs in it - obviously I don't support that but it was important to the story so yeah.

Sam and I sneaked out of the house in the dead of night, slipping away unseen. It was our job to get to the bottom of this - after all, it had been our case once. And apparently, we hadn't finished it well enough since deaths kept happening. We drove all over, tracking this new case over the next few days. We even made a stop at the police station and through talks with the coroner were able to confirm that it was indeed a Kitsune. I bit my lip in thought as we pulled up to the old Lancaster Public Library - where it all began.

~ Flashback ~

Sam wasn't listening to me. Big surprise there. When he was focused on his research, he heard nothing else around him.

"Sam! Sam!" I tried again, trying to keep my voice down so we wouldn't get shushed by the librarian again.

"What?!" he hissed in annoyance, not taking his eyes off the page laid out in front of him.

"I said 'Do you want to go grab a bite to eat?' I'm starving!" I whined, faking a pout.

Sam just rolled his eyes in response, pulling out a wad of crumpled dollar bills that John had left us in case of emergencies. And my hunger pains certainly felt like an emergency to me. I snatched the money from Sam's outstretched palm and grinned to myself before pocketing it. A few seconds later, I was out the door and walking down the sidewalk, on my way to Taco Bell. Sometimes I seriously loved being half Mexican-American. That is...until I got cornered by a couple of white boys who'd obviously been following me.

"Leave me alone," I snapped as I was backed against a tree.

"Come on. We just wanna talk," the older of the two smirked, reaching a hand up to caress my cheek with his fingertips, "Not too many wetback girls around here,"

I recoiled from his touch as well as the racial slurs coming out of his mouth.

"I have to go-" I started to leave when I was pushed back by a forceful hand.

"Uh, uh, uh. Why so rude?" the other one sneered, sliding a hand onto my hip.

"Don't touch me!" I said, flinching away.

"Hey! I said be nice," he growled at me.

"Why don't you?" a voice interrupted them and all heads turned to the sound.

I felt a surge of relief wash over me as my eyes met familiar warm, hazel orbs.

"Butt out. Can you believe this guy?" the boy rolled his eyes, turning to his older friend.

They both walked over to Sam then, lifting up a hand to punch him but he caught his wrist, giving him time to strike a blow of his own. He got knocked back once but again, punched another one, this time making the boy stumble back in pain. The two of them scampered off then, too scared to face the Winchester boy. I stood there in shock, gaping at my best friend. I'd known he could fight of course but...he just saved me.

I helped Sam back to the house I shared with Aunt Grace after that. Quickly, I found a can of beer she'd left in the fridge and tossed it to Sam to put on the forming bruise on his cheekbone. I settled down on the couch then, the Cranberries playing on the radio behind us. We were currently discussing Aunt Grace and how I'd been allowed to stay with Sam while she was on her retreat.

"Well, she's all about 'Letting the wind be her guide'," I shrugged, referring to her flighty nature.

"Like a hippie?" Sam frowned in distaste.

"Minus the peace and love," I snorted, grabbing the beer from Sam's hand.

Popping the top, I took one long swig before meeting Sam's wide eyes. I chuckled at his shock before placing it down on the coffeetable.

"You're lucky then, I guess. Because of her...free-spirited nature, you can say you've seen the world's biggest ball of twine twice," he quipped, making me crack a smile despite myself.

"Not that big," I made a face.

"Right?" Sam asked, smiling.

We both fell into soft chuckles before he continued.

"Okay but be honest, moving around all the time with us is awful. You're always the new kid and everyone always thinks you're a freak," he said.

"Sam, you are a freak," I told him honestly, twisting around in my seat to face him as light glinted off my Samantha Mumba t-shirt, "But so was, I don't know, Jimi Hendrix and Picasso... So am I,"

Sam gazed over at me with an expression I'd never seen before in his eyes - gratitude, perhaps? Whatever it was, it made me feel warm all over, causing a blush to tint my cheeks.

"All the coolest people are freaks." I shrugged, looking intently at him.

And I meant it. Every word. Our gazes locked for a split-second before suddenly, Sam's lips connected to mine. It was slow and gentle, his hands coming up to cup my face. And when we finally broke away, my eyes opened into those warm, hazel orbs. Sam smiled at me then an I returned it, knowing nothing would ever be the same again. 

In the best way possible.

Note: I hope I've surprised y'all with this one ;) Aaaand I'm gonna just keep y'all guessing with what this new reveal means ;) XD