Author's note: These fics are based on real episodes from Supernatural. The characters and plots belong to the creator and writers for the show. If you want background on the new character you can read the previous episodes.

Authors Note: Sorry about chapter three being all crammed together, I was trying to get to the good stuff! This fic is completely Dean's point of view.

Yellow Fever

Dean stared into the sink as he brushed his teeth; he was scrubbing so hard it made his gums bleed and he eased up, but it kept his mind from wandering. He really didn't want to wander lately, he didn't want to remember. Kayla had ironed out his dress shirt and slacks so he knew he was looking good in his FBI getup. His jacket and tie were hanging over the chair by the door, he smiled a little because he knew Kayla would insist on putting his tie on, even though he was completely capable.

Sam straightened his own tie in the mirror and paused, like he was thinking of something all of a sudden. He smiled slightly and sat on the bed to grab his shoes.

"You ok?" Dean glanced over his shoulder.

"Yeah, fine. But before we do this interview, you guys up for some breakfast?"

Usually Dean was the one to suggest food. "You know I'm always up for some food, but shouldn't we get on this?" They'd been looking for a job almost two weeks and he was ready for some action.

"I'll grab something and bring it back, I'm sure Kayla wants to eat too while she's stuck in the room."

"Yeah that'd be nice. Just make sure you drive around and find a good place." She mentioned.

"I will." There was a small hint of laughter in his voice.

Dean hated the inside jokes. He watched Kayla smile at Sam and wave as he walked out the door. It would have been a chance to say something about it but she stood and walked over to him.

"So, all alone and minty fresh huh?"

He paused, then smirked when he realized what had just happened. "And to think Sam has to read that dirty mind."

"Hey, not my fault he reads my thoughts. I'm just lucky he's so accommodating to them." She started unbuttoning his shirt.

"Don't wanna wrinkle the shirt."

She laughed. "God no, we don't want that."