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The first time he saw her, it was on a crowded street in the middle of Cleveland. She was in a hurry, and managed to trip over thin air, causing the books in her arms to scatter all across the sidewalk. He was fully intent on helping her, and he hurried through a swarm of cars and people, making his way towards her. But before he could reach her, she had already picked herself up and moved on, leaving him staring at her long brown hair as it swung in the wind.
Dean ragged on him about it later, joking that he missed yet another opportunity to get laid.
Sam hid the keys to the Impala until Dean finally agreed to shut up.
The second time he saw her, it was completely unexpected, and he was more than a bit shocked. That tell-tale brown hair was whipping wildly through the air as she spun and dodged… while fighting a huge demon.
Dean just rolled his eyes. “Dude, can’t you ever meet a normal chick?”
With the help of a blonde, Sam’s mystery girl finished off the demon. She stabbed her sword into the ground triumphantly, still oblivious to the boys’ presence.
“We’ve got company.” The other girl gestured in Sam’s direction and he froze.
Sam caught her eyes and smiled sheepishly. “Sorry, we were, um…”
“We were here to kill that thing.” Dean finished for him.
The blonde tried to hold back a laugh upon seeing the shotguns in the boys' hands. “Lucky for you we were here, then.”
Dean glared at the blonde, clearly annoyed at having been bested by a couple of girls.
The brunette ignored the silent battle waging to her right and moved towards Sam instead. “I think we should give them something for their trouble, Buffy. I mean, they did come all this way.” She smiled sweetly up at Sam, her eyes twinkling.
The blonde, Buffy, as she was apparently called, grinned at that statement. “Alright then, you boys get to buy us dinner.” She patted Dean on the shoulder as she made her way past him. “I’m starving.”
Sam laughed at the sound of Dean’s annoyed grumbles as he declared that he definitely wasn’t buying that bitch anything.
The brunette laughed as well, and stared up at him. “I’m Dawn, by the way.”
He grinned back at her. “Sam.”
The third time he saw her, it was as her head poked out from the edge of the white sheets of his bed. Her hair fell down into her eyes as she grabbed him and pulled him down towards her, their lips meeting in a kiss.