Disclaimer: I have not now, nor have I ever owned anything to do with Supernatural or its characters. I certainly do wish I did though. Fortunately I do own my OC Rory!

Stanford University

Stanford, CA

October 31st, 2005

Rory held the wheel comfortably, in her usual fashion with her left hand at twelve, while the right lay relatively free on top the gear. Her greyish blue hues darkened as the night rang in, and flickered carelessly onto the digital clock displayed on the radio of her 2005 Ford Mustang GT. Her lips pursed as she read the time.

1:23AM.

She debated for what might've been the fifteenth time, whether or not what she was doing was appropriate or even the least bit necessary. Her head shook as she argued with herself mentally, her fingers tapping the wheel impatiently.

"Dammit…" She uttered under her breath, eyes darting every which way, realizing that she was coming upon her destination.

Daringly, she removed her hand from her gear, and moved it to retrieve her phone, which sat patiently in the cup holder near the glove compartment. She sighed seeing that no messages or calls had come through in all the time she'd been driving, which was going on five hours.

"Ass…" She muttered with a slight roll of her eyes, dropping the device without a care back into its place.

Placing both hands on the wheel, she decided to just-

"Relax Rory." She told herself, trying her best to believe in her words as she slowed her speed of forty-three mph down to forty. She knew the location would be coming up somewhere on her left hand side, and had to keep a good lookout.

Eventually, she was able to welcome the calm that came along with the music she'd decided to play halfway into her trip since the silence was slowly deafening her. It hadn't done much to help calm her nerves until now, and though it was nothing compared to her usual remedy that involved many alcoholic beverages of any kind, preferably whisky, she'd take what she could get for now.

"In the shadows of the streetlight..." She sang along to one of her favorite songs. Her angelic like voice ringing true throughout the four passenger vehicle. Her head swayed in sync with the guitar solo and she shut her eyes momentarily as the relaxation coaxed her.

"JESUS, WHAT THE F-!" The sound of breaks screeching and burning rubber tires was loud enough to cut through the sound of her music off as she used both feet to stomp on the breaks in time, bringing the car to a skidding stop.

Her chest heaved with fright as her heart pounded against her rib cage. The emotion seemed to want to bubble up and explode in her chest but she fought against the feeling. Her hands glued tightly to the wheel, showcasing every dip and curve of every knuckle as she stared wide eyed at the person standing not even a foot away from the hood of her car. His hazel-green eyes also wide as he gawked with disbelief and fear through the windshield. He threw up his hands in question.

"What the hell are you, blind?!" He shouted out.

The shock seemed to slip off her shoulders as his voice registered in her mind causing her to loosen her grip on the wheel and roll her eyes. Clenching her jaw with frustration she put the car in reverse, parked it behind his and got out, slamming the door all too hard behind her.

"What the hell were you thinking running out into the middle of the road like that I could've killed you!" Rory matched, the heels of her boots clicking against the damp cement as she met him in the center or the road with nothing but a couple of streetlights to help guide her along. The smell of burnt rubber kissed the air around her, causing her to look behind her back at her most prized possession to make sure it's tires were okay. She sighed when she'd seen no damage had been done.

He followed her gaze, and rolled his eyes, shoving his hands deep into the pockets of his worn leather jacket.

"Okay first of all, you're late. Second of all, I wasn't running. And third what the hell were you doing that you couldn't see me clearly walking by?!"

"I was driving!" Very much unlike them, they bickered, not at all bothering to keep the low profile they'd be known to keep for as long as they'd known each other.

"Oh that's what you call that? Good one." He returned with a deadpanned look.

"Okay we don't have time for this!" Rory exclaimed and held up a hand to shut down the argument. As much as she was dying to have him stick it where the sun don't shine, she knew that she'd have to refrain. There were more important things to deal with.

"You took too long, I was going in without you..."

Her gaze travelled over his shoulder and up at the rather tall apartment building. She counted every floor going up.

"Looks smaller in person…different." She thought aloud, analyzing every bit of its structure, for no particular reason. She just wanted to understand what was so…fancy about this place. So far, she couldn't see it.

"Yeah. It's just oozing fancy around here." He responded with sarcasm, an underlying frustration in his tone as he too looked around before settling his gaze on her.

He didn't get the chance to fully appreciate her in his presence due to their arguing, but he'd decided to steal the chance now. He started from her boots. She stood tall at 5'6 in black combats that he would always remember her for. And worked his way up her athletic and well-toned legs sporting a pair of black denim that hugged every dip and curve of her waist right up until he was met by the loose, flowing grey shirt hidden just underneath her black, fitted leather jacket. He could appreciate the outfit and her sense of style along with the fact that nothing about her had really changed. He was thankful for that. He was worried in the six months they'd been apart from each other that something about her would've changed, that something would've been ruined about her. He resumed, from what he could see of her neck, shamelessly covered by her shoulder length, thick, wavy tresses until he landed on his favorite part about her, her face. Welcomed by her perfectly structured side profile, he allowed his eyes to dance along her distinct bone structure and travel down the straight bridge of her nose, along her puckered lips and back up to her squinted grey blue eyes and thinly plucked eyebrows. He noticed that she was slightly made up, and the thought made him frown. He hated whenever she chose to wear makeup. She had a natural glow about her, one he couldn't imagine her without, one he didn't ever want her to hide. It was so angelic, heavenly almost.

Gorgeous.

She squinted and shook her head.

"…I don't see it." She cast her gave over to him, catching his stare, earning a dazzling smirk in return. She prayed the blood wouldn't rush under her cheeks, but as his lips spread even wider, she knew they'd betrayed her.

"Staying out, or coming in?" He questioned, about ready to put their plan into action. Rory pursed her lips, flicking her gaze back to the building, debating internally with herself.

"Hmm…" She reached up to tap her chin.

"I think I'll let you handle this one." She answered, thinking it was best if immediate family handled this situation before she stepped in.

"You sure?" He tipped his brow, not really expecting her to say no. He was hoping she'd come along to help dilute the situation should anyone need to. Rory knew how to talk to people, she had a way about her that helped calm what felt like the most stubborn men. He couldn't deny the fact that sometimes, he could be one of those men.

She reached up to pat his shoulder, evoking the encouragement he needed to carry on with the plan without her.

"You'll be fine." He began to walk off, but she pulled at his shoulder.

"Just-…" He paused, looking her in the eyes expectantly.

"No fighting Dean. Get in, explain, and get out. That's the plan. He might have a roomie or somethin' you don't wanna freak them out too." She warned with hard eyes, knowing fully well the kind of person he was.

"Ah come on Angel, you know I always stick to the plan." He winked, making use of the nickname he'd given her years ago while offering up his classic boyish grin. Rory dropped her shoulders at his response and mentally slapped a hand to her forehead. Her eyes dancing around her surroundings as she kept a good lookout.

She knew she'd have to standby. It was only a matter of time before a gunshot went off in there. Dean had managed to sneak his way up the fire escape and threw the window in record time. She was impressed. He hadn't lost his touch at all it seemed. He was still the Dean Winchester she remembered. Which meant-

"He's not gonna stick to the plan." She sighed, dropping her chin into her chest with a slight shake as she walked towards her car to lean against the driver's door and wait patiently for Dean to screw up.

Soundtrack:

1. "Outside" - TOPS

Really hope you enjoyed the first chapter! I'm having so much fun writing this! Please leave your love! I'd love to hear what y'all have to say! Stay tuned for the next chapter! I'm gonna try and get out as much as I can today!

Much love!

Harley.