This had to be the third time this week Dean had ditched her for some bimbo. In all honesty, Roxi had been dealing with this since she'd joined the brothers four months ago, but it didn't make it sting any less. She had found her way back to the bunker to do some research and check for cases, her new past time. She heard Sam enter the bunker, but didn't look up from her laptop and the news stories flickering across the page.

"Roxi? What are you doing?" Sam set a plastic shopping bag on the table, pulling out two beers and offering her one. She gave him a grateful smile and used the table to open it, taking a healthy swig.

"Looking for a case. Figured our little break was over." Sam nodded and pulled out his own laptop, setting up shop across from her. They typed for a few minutes before he spoke again.

"Dean drop you off before going out or something?"

"No, I walked home from the bar." She didn't need to raise her eyes to know Sam likely had his bitch face in full force. The younger Winchester was no happier than her about how Dean seemed to treat her, but it was an unspoken agreement just to let it go. Or, at least, it usually was. Apparently, Sam was feeling talkative tonight.

"He could have at least driven you home before crawling after some no name barfly." Roxi shook her head, glancing up at him.

"It's not a big deal, Sam. Just let it go." Her voice sounded weary to her own ears, so she couldn't imagine how it sounded to him. She took another sip of her beer before sliding it to him and putting her laptop to sleep. "I'm gonna hit the hay. Have a good night Sam." He gave her a small smile and a pat on the arm and she retreated to her room, eager to escape to her dreams.

It only took a week for Dean to sidle up to her at the bunker, fresh showered after a particularly messy hunt. His scent surrounded her as he leaned over with a smirk, causing her stomach to flip.

"Hey, Rox, how about we hit the bar and celebrate tonight?" He was using the same voice he used when he tried to pick up his next fling, and she swallowed back the lump in her throat.

"Yeah, I guess. I'll go get changed and meet you there." She would get Sam to drive her over, and possibly pick her up. Dean nodded and wandered off, presumably to grab his keys and wallet. Not long after, she heard the door open and shut, and she took a deep breath. Roxi knew what she wanted to wear out, but she didn't want to make an absolute fool of herself.

Sam had been more than happy to drive her out, and she was surprised when he decided to join her. They both sat with Dean at the bar, chatting as the drinks flowed. It wasn't until she started to feel a pleasant warmth that Roxi realized she was reaching her drink limit. Sam excused himself, leaving her alone with Dean.

"Hey, Rox, you been avoiding me?" Dean turned on his stool to face her fully, giving her a searching look. She had been, but she wasn't sure she wanted him to know that. Clearly, her mouth had other plans.

"Of course." His eyes widened a bit and it took him a minute to respond.

"Well, why? Did I do something wrong?"

"You're too…perfect." He blinked, looking as though he may have misheard her. She shook her head, turning her own gaze to the mirror above the bar to avoid his gaze. Roxi finished her drink before continuing. "You are so goddamned gorgeous and funny, and you are constantly rubbing it in my face. And don't even get me started on you using me to get laid." She could practically feel the shock coming off him in waves, but it seemed her thoughts were now unstoppable. "I mean, come on. I know I'm not a drop-dead gorgeous model, but I like to think I'm pretty. Well…maybe…" Her own self-doubt was starting to surface. She was fairly tanned due to their work, with dark hair and eyes. Some people said she looked good, and she wanted to believe them. She turned to finish her thought, catching sight of a leggy blonde coming up behind him. Shaking her head, she finished her drink quickly and slapped a few bills on the bar to cover her drinks. "Speaking of…I'll leave you to it, Winchester." Without giving him a chance to respond, she slid off her stool and made her way to the door. Sam caught up with her wordlessly, giving her a lift back to the bunker and making sure she got settled into bed safely.