Skylee had packed her bag, and after another pep talk from Lashonda who also insisted that she wear something cute, had caught a flight with Mr. Shades to the city the cruise was leaving from. As the limo that had picked them up from the airport made its way through the city, she stared out the window her mind wondering back to the last conversation with Lashonda.

"Honey Child yo' know yo' needs to go," the African American woman had told her when she tried to protest. "The horses need yo' to take care o' yo'self. Besides its time to start living yo' life again. And put somet'ing cute on. Yo' don't know who yo' might meet there."

With a soft laugh and shake of her head, Skylee looked down at the blue lace skater dress and brown cowboy boots that Lashonda had talked her into wearing. She looked back out the window as they pulled up in front of the ship. Crowds of people were milling around behind metal barriers on the none ship side of the limo.

"What are they all here for," Skylee asked dryly. "I highly doubt its that exciting to see a cruise ship take off."

"They are here to catch a glimpse of the celebrity companions," Shades said as they got out of the limo.

"Celebrity companions?" Skylee repeated in shock and confusion.

"Miss Rivers meet your celebrity companion for the cruise," Shades said motioning to a limo pulling up behind the one that they had just exited.

The confusion in Skylee's blue eyes disappeared to be replaced fully with shock as all 6'4" of Sam Winchester stepped out of the limo. He towered over her 5'7" frame, making her feel like a midget. She instinctively took a step back just as the crowd surged forward, slamming into the metal barrier with a bang! Like a spooked horse, Skylee leaped forward, attempting to spin towards the noise at the same time. but klutziness and an old injury won. Her left ankle gave out underneath her with a knifing pain that shot up her leg as she collapsed to the asphalt.

Skylee instantly tried to leap back to her feet, mortally embarrassed by her clumsiness but she let out a soft gasp at the pain coursing through her ankle as she started to collapse back to the pavement. Strong arms engulfed her and she looked up into the hazel eyes of Sam Winchester.

"You all right?" He asked, his voice oh so deep and beautiful.

"Yeah just re-aggravated an old injury," Skylee said softly as he easily pulled her to her feet, holding her weight off her ankle. At the same time, a crew member of the ship reached them, inquiring if she needed medical attention. "It will be fine, just need to ice it and rest it for awhile," she assured the man, who suggested that they adjourn to their suite to rest.

Before Skylee could even take a step, Sam swept her up in his arms, one going around her shoulders and the other sliding under her legs. She tried to protest that she could walk, but the tall brunette wouldn't listen. He just carried her through the ship and into the room that the crew member indicated. Sam carefully set her down on the couch and knelt next to it. Skylee jumped when his large hands gently wrapped around her calf and heel.

"Did I hurt you?" Sam inquired, concern shining in his hazel eyes.

"N..no, I'm fine," She stammered, mentally kicking herself. Don't make a blithering idiot out of yourself girl; get it together and stop acting like a wild, untouched filly. She mentally reprimanded herself.

Sam ever so gently pulled off her boot just as the crew member returned with an ice pack and a lace up ankle brace. Sam thanked the crew member and the man left as Sam laid her injured ankle on the throw pillow. He wrapped the ice pack in a hand towel and then laid it over her ankle, movement every so gentle.