Chapter 3

Although they Winchesters had to sleep in the middle of boxes, they were revealed by to nice smell of breakfast – Dean couldn't tell exactly, but he thought he smelled waffles.

To make sure he wasn't wrong or this wasn't a dream he made his way down to the kitchen, where he found Peyton. He couldn't help but notice, how beautiful she was, although she didn't seem to be very well. Her hair lied softly on her shoulders as one string fell into her face. She just put it behind her ear, where he could see her hands, her fingers. They were long, skinny and elegant. They almost looked like the fingers of an elf. But he noticed another thing about her fingers – she was wearing a ring. He had to admit to himself that he was more than just disappointed; she was prettier than most girls he met on the road.

He wondered how long it's been since that Lucas' death. Apparently Peyton hasn't got over it yet and he actually thought that he could see the pain her eyes last night when he first saw her.

Anyway, she seems to be Sam's type of girl. He can tell her about Jess and she'll get to talk about Lucas and they can help each other getting through this and so on…

That's what he had thought last night, a couple of hours ago.

Nothing has really changed apart from him checking out her music – but who said the boxes belonged to her? Maybe they belonged to Lucas and she just kept them because of the memories or something like that. She didn't seem to be the kind of girl that would listen to Metallica or Led Zepelin. She probably listens to Abba or Lindsay Lohan he thought.

Interrupting his thoughts Peyton turned around with a smile and just said: "Good Morning.

I hope you slept well. I'm really sorry you guys had to sleep in between all these boxes I just didn't have the chance yet to unpack them."

He thought that she was even prettier when she smiles, although she still seemed to be sad.

"It's no problem. You must have been busy lately. Um, I just wanted to know something, so I wondered if I could ask you question."

"Sure", Peyton answered expecting an easy question like the one concerning the bathroom.

"You know, I kinda stumbled over one of your boxes up there and I saw a lot of really cool music in there. Do they belong to you?"

"Yeah, they're all mine. I have my own label, so music's a pretty big part of my life."

"Well, I guess that you should unpack them soon, you know they shouldn't be up there and gather dust. Would be a waste. And apart from that, who feels home without his music?" he said grinning at her with one of his charming smiles.

He didn't exactly know what he was actually doing.

Was he trying to comfort her?

Or was he trying to flirt?

He's been really surprised to hear, that all the records belonged to her and that was rare:

A chick that was hot AND cool.

"Okay, so I guess you're hungry. So here are you're waffles. I'll go grab some coffee for the others, they'll get up soon I suppose. See you."

And with those words she stormed out of the house. He wondered if he had said anything wrong, since he was able to see the pain in here eyes, when he had started to talk about music.

And the truth is he really did.

Peyton never felt home until she unpacked her music. She has moved to her old house a long time ago and still, she didn't feel home although everything was familiar to her.

She had rented an apartment before, but it felt awful to live in there which is why she had decided to move back into they house she grew up in, hoping it'll all get better.

But it didn't.

She just had that feeling that she was in the wrong place just like everything else.

She didn't know how to fix it and since she didn't feel home she didn't start drawing or listening to music.

But to hear from a complete stranger how obvious her misery was nearly killed her. She didn't want to be poor Peyton, who had lost everything and who was oh so pitiful.

She's been that girl for 2weeks after his death and it was nothing but damaging.

The look on people's faces who saw her.

They don't know anything! No one knows what I have to go through now and still they look at me as if they do

As if they were able to understand me

Or the pain I feel

Not just in my heart…it's everywhere.

Meanwhile Sam's got up wondering where Peyton went.

"Dude, I told you that I saw how she got attacked and you just let her go? Man, we got a job to do and not knowing where Peyton is isn't exactly helping. It's quite the opposite."

"Sam, you're not even sure it's her!"

"I was always right! You know that. You could've just offered her your help or something like that."

"Help? She wanted to get us some coffee. Doesn't sound too difficult to me."

They abruptly stopped their talk when they heard someone opening the door.

Peyton, who walked into the kitchen saw the quiet guys who gave her an odd smile.

"Sorry, did I interrupt something?"

"No, it's just the waffles are delicious. You know Sam, he's a bit shy but he wondered if you could give him the recipe. He doesn't like to talk about but he LOVES cooking, baking and all that kind of stuff. I always say if Sammy here was a girl, he would be a perfect Stepford wife! Right Sammy?"

Sam just gave him a really annoyed look, the one he always gave him when Dean put him in those strange and embarrassing situations.

"OK, um…sure. I'll write it down for you if you want me to."

"Thanks." That's all Sam could say, he was embarrassed to death.

"Well, here's your coffee guys. But I gotta go to work now. Just feel home. And tell Derek next time he wants to visit, he shouldn't sleep until 12PM."

With that she was gone again, and the Winchesters were standing in the kitchen.

"Well Sam, I thought we have a job. Why didn't you offer her your help?"

Dean asked in a sarcastically tone, knowing that Sam wouldn't be able to retaliate.

"And by the way, you should really get the recipe. They're awesome."

After Derek waking up Sam decided to walk around town and see if something strange was up or would happen. The only strange thing he had noticed so far was the fact that his vision hasn't come true, yet which wasn't usual.

Normally they had a day or a couple of hours to save someone, but not this time.

All he could so were a whole lotta normal, totally civilians walking around town doing thing normal civilians do.

Sometimes when Dean and himself were walking through these kinds of towns he started to envy the people for their normal life. It reminded him of Jessica, Stanford, his friends or so to say the life he had left behind. He didn't really regret it, but he asked himself if the day would come on which he would wish that none of this ever happened.

There was nothing unusual about all that stuff; there wasn't a case of death, not even an accident on today's paper.

That meant that Sam was walking around unable to believe that he seemed to be wrong.

In his desperation he asked a random person where he could find Peyton's office and decided to stop by to see how and what she was doing. Maybe she was the supernatural phenomenon they were looking for.