A/N: This is just my first attempt at writing a Supernatural story. I'm hoping it goes well.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of the Supernatural characters I use in this story. Those rights go to Eric Kripke. I am just writing this story for fun.

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I woke up to the sound of "I Got You Babe" playing on the radio.

Confused, I opened my eyes, realizing I was in my room, and saw my alarm clock on the night stand reading six o'clock in the morning.

Now I was even more confused.

It wasn't until I turned around and saw the man lying next to me, watching me with a playful smile on his face, did I know who made my alarm go off at this time.

"Good morning." He said.

I smiled.

"Good morning." I said.

He scooted closer and kissed me. Pulling away before I could reciprocate.

"I can't stay." He said, sounding sad. "I just wanted to see you."

I sighed.

"I promise I will be around soon." He said, lifting his hand to my face and putting my hair behind my ear.

"I hope so." I said. "Don't get me wrong, I do like these dreams, but I rather see you in person."

He grinned.

"I know exactly what you mean." He said. "It's been forever since I held you close."

"It's been a month." I said.

"Still forever." He said. He kissed me once again this time not pulling away.

I kissed him back.

We kissed each other for what seemed to be a couple minutes before he pulled away. Both of us breathless.

"I better go." He said. "You're going to be waking up soon."

"How do you know that?" I asked.

"Oh honey," He said, a smirk coming to his face. "I know them."

"Hey, Alyssa." I heard a voice say gently, followed by a hand coming onto my shoulder and shaking me slightly. "Alyssa, wake up."

I groaned and opened my eyes to see no other than Sam Winchester. Reminding me I was in a motel and not back at the bunker where my dream took place.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"It's six ten." He said.

"In the morning?" I asked.

Sam nodded.

"I found something." Sam said. "You should come see."

I nodded and began to sit up, as Sam walked back over to the table where his laptop was set up.

I got up and walked over to Sam as I realized we were the only two in the room.

"Where's Dean?" I asked.

"He called me names for waking him up before saying he wasn't going to listen to anything before he had something in him." Sam explained, sounding annoyed. "He'll be right back."

I nodded and looked at the computer screen.

"What did you find?" I asked.

"What we're dealing with." He said proudly, before turning the computer my way fully.

"A man who hung himself fifty years ago." I said.

"People say he still haunts the area." Sam said. "Still looking for his wife who he killed before he hung himself."

"And now he is killing others who he thinks is his wife." I said, remembering how all the victims were female with the same everything right down to the color of their eyes.

Sam nodded.

"A simple salt and burn." I said.

"That easy." He said.

"Surprise, surprise." I said.

I then headed over to my bag and took out some clean clothes before heading to the bathroom.

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It has been two years since I've been hunting with the Winchesters.

Our mutual friend, and angel, Castiel introduced us.

Cas had wanted us to work on a case together. He said both mine and the Winchester brother's ways of working a hunt would be compatible with each other. He wasn't wrong.

And ever since we took out those demons, we had stayed in touch and we've been working together ever since.

Six months after I met them, they invited me to stay with them at their bunker after finding out I have been living in my car.

The only reason why I was living in my car was because I wanted to and it was cheaper. I have told them this, but they weren't buying nor having it. And since then I've been living with them at the bunker.

Living at the bunker wasn't bad, don't get me wrong, but, there was one tiny complication with living there.

My boyfriend.

Of three years.

Which they know nothing about.

It's not like I was keeping it a secret, it was the fact they never asked so I never told.

He also hasn't been around the bunker whenever Dean, Sam, or Cas were around me. Due to past experiences mostly. Or so I'm told.

I'm pretty sure it has to do with another reason entirely.

He wasn't thrilled that I moved in with Sam and Dean at first but when I told him he knew how they were he slowly got used to the idea. Even saying one time me moving in with them was a good idea because they could keep an eye on me when he couldn't.

Knowing he actually meant that; meant something and I knew it.

My phone chimed. Taking me out of my thoughts.

I took my phone out and saw a message from him.

Think of someone and they shall text you, I thought, biting back a grin as I opened the message.

Dean, Sam, and I were in the impala heading back home after we salted and burned the corpse of the man who has been killing women who looked like his wife.

I read the text on my phone and giggled as I shook my head.

"What's so funny?" I heard Dean ask.

"Nothing." I said, before replying back.

"You giggled." I heard Dean point out to me. "Come on, tell us. I want to giggle too."

After I hit send, I looked up at Dean's reflection in the rear view mirror and raised my eye brow.

"You want to giggle?" I asked.

Dean shrugged.

"If it's good enough to giggle, I will giggle." Dean said, smiling a little. Sam looked at him with his own eye brow raised. "Now, tell me what made you giggle?"

I looked back down at the text, biting my lip as I reread it.

"You don't want to know." I said, looking back up at him.

Dean narrowed his eyes a little playfully before looked back at the road.

"Alright." Dean said. "But I will find out. Mark my words."

Sam laughed.

Dean shot him a glare.

Another chime came from my phone. Another text.

I opened it.

Good. If they weren't, they would wish they had. But enough about them.

Have I told you, you have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen? Because they're gorgeous. And I don't think I got the chance to tell you that this morning.

I felt a bright blush heat up my face.

"Who's texting you?" I heard Sam ask.

"No one." I said my voice small.

I cleared my throat and began to text back.

"Then why's your face red?" I heard Sam ask in a teasing tone.

I glance up and saw he was turned in his seat looking at me with a smile.

"It's no one." I said, looking back down and continued to type my reply.

"No." I heard Dean say in a teasing tone. "You got his number didn't you?"

"Who?" I asked, confused, hitting send.

"That bar tender from last night." I heard Dean say.

I looked up at Dean.

"Seriously?" I asked. "You think I got that guys number?"

"Hey, he was into you." Sam said, coming to Dean's defense.

Stared at Sam confused.

"If that was true," I began. "I wasn't interested. So no, I didn't get his number…..Why do you guys care about who I'm texting or what I'm giggling at?"

"It's just rare to see you texting somebody." Dean explained.

"We were just curious as to who it was." Sam continued. "Especially when whoever this person is seems to make you happy."

"You got that all because I giggled?" I asked.

Sam nodded.

"I did take a course in psychology in college." Sam said.

"And he ain't joking either." Dean said.

I smiled a little as I looked at Sam and his curious eyes.

"So, who is it?" Sam asked.

I debated for a moment before deciding to say:

"A friend."