Author's note: Don't own supernatural. If I did Dean wouldn't die so many times. How many has it been like ten plus the hundred from the death episode with the trickster. So 110 Dean deaths. My favorite is the bad taco one.

Dean's Pov

"What are you looking at?" Sam asked drawing me out of my phone. The searching for another hunt wasn't going so well. So far nothing supernatural has happened for about a week. Normally this would make me feel a little happy but right now it's putting me on edge.

"Nothing, just checking messages." I say scrolling through the old account on the dating sit I signed up for. I'm not really sure what if anything would come out of this. The first time I tried this she turned out to be a hooker. A little notification bubble popped up. The notification read 1 new message Go on Casanova be suave, but be yourself. I roll my eyes at the boost of confidence from that.

Girl-with-Glasses-and-the-Serpent-tattoo: I've never done anything like this before, but I thought I'd try something new after getting dumped. Sorry if I'm not supposed to mention that. Anyway I'm Trish. I saw you said in your profile that you like cars. You probably have an Impala judging by the username. What year is it? I have a Chevy Impala 63' in like a mint green. Trust me I didn't choose the color. I would have bought black but it was a gift from my dad. He and I fixed it up last year before he went missing. But I don't really want to leave this on a sad note. I probably scared you off. Sorry.

I smiled a little at the mention of her owning a classic car. Sam sensed your smile and snatched your phone out of your hands.

"Sam, give it back." You warn not getting up from your chair.

"So are you going to drag me eight hours away to see her?" Sam asked thumbing through her profile.

"This doesn't concern you so give me the phone back." You say as your arm shoots out to grab it.

Sam holds the phone above his head.

"Dean, does bringing anyone into this life seem like a good idea." Sam asks.

"No it doesn't. Besides I don't even know what I'm going to type back." I say as I grab the phone away.

"Are you nervous? Does dean have a crush?" Sam laughed.

Rolling your eyes at Sammy you begin typing.

Impala67: I'm Dean. I have 67 Impala and it's gonna take a whole lot worse to scare me away.

Sam retired to his room so I felt a little safer to put my phone on the table in front of me. The little ellipses bounced at the bottom of the screen until her message was sent.

Girl-with-Glasses-and-the-Serpent-tattoo: I'm glad. So it says you move around a lot. Military or just wandering? Not that it matters.

Impala67: Road trip with my brother. We like to wander, I guess.

Girl-with-Glasses-and-the-Serpent-tattoo: Those that wander will see more and do more than those who stay put.

Impala67: So you're one of those feely types aren't you?

Girl-with-Glasses-and-the-Serpent-tattoo: Maybe, honestly I'm a romantic sap with a history of the wrong guys. But what about you?

Impala67: I'm all about family. Right now it's me and my brother against the world.

Girl-with-Glasses-and-the-Serpent-Tattoo: I wish my brother was like that. He left one night and I never saw him again. Right now it's me against the world and Dean the world is a scary place.

After that message her pink heart on the screen turned grey meaning she signed off. What could she of meant by a scary place, I thought as I flop onto my bed not bothering with my clothes. I could wear these for a couple more days before they smell. As you lay there you take out your phone and scroll through her pictures. Her recent pictures showed her with shoulder length dark hair with purple streaks. She had just donated her hair to one of those wig making things for cancer patients. Afterward she dyed her remaining hair purple to support her mother and others who were fighting with Leiomyosarcoma. Her eyes were the one thing that drew you in first. They were a light blue color not as deep as Cas's more like ice. Her red glasses frame her face perfectly giving her that sexy librarian. The last thing you saw were her lips. They looked soft. From the other pictures you drew the conclusion that she liked red lipstick. She looked kind of like Marilyn but more innocent and maybe naïve. The only thing that didn't sit right with you was her comment about the world. Why would she have anything to be afraid of? Her profile said she was from a small town in Kansas, and daughter of the sheriff. It's not like she had to save the world from an apocalypse.