Kasidy pulled her long, dirty blonde hair up into a high ponytail. She sighed looking at her dirty hands and wiped them on her jeans, which were already soiled with soil. Her sweat soaked white t-shirt was stained with the same dirt she had been shoveling for the last twenty minutes.

"I wonder if I would feel as dirty if this was from something normal, like a garden?" she asked out loud.

"What Kas??" her younger brother looked up at her from the whole he was standing in, about 10 yards away.

"Oh nothing Sam. Just pondering what life is like when you're not digging up the graves of tortured souls."

"Well, Kas, it's pretty much…boring compared to our life. And safe. Unless your family is being stalked by some creepy ass yellow eyed demon. Then, normal life sucks, hard core." Clearly, Sam was still torn up about his girlfriend who had been murdered nearly four years ago. She understood the trauma it had caused him, but seriously, Sam had been banging some demon bitch for months now. It was time to quit pouting about Jess's death.

"Well, Sam, I guess I shouldn't complain about being a hunter. I mean, there is always excitement, beer, and I'm around my brothers. We won't discuss how I can't get a date with you two jackasses around, threatening every single guy who comes near me!"

"Well, Kas, maybe if you didn't attract such a low-life loser crowd, we wouldn't be as compelled," Dean walked up from the Impala with salt and a tank of lighter fluid. Kas glared at him, but decided it wasn't worth the fight to start talking about the nasty hoes he was always bringing to the motels from the bars

"Yep, your right Dean. I attract all the trashy people. My bad." Kas sighed and cracked open the grave she had dug up.

"Well, let's send these two hell-torn lovers back where they need to be." Dean threw some salt into the grave, followed by a good dousing of lighter fluid, and tossed in a couple matches. The siblings watched the bones go up in a blaze and then headed back towards Dean's love, his 69 Chevy Impala.

"Hey, Kas," Sam talked in a low tone, so Dean couldn't over hear him as he wrapped his arm around his sister's shoulder, "I'm sorry. I know what Dean said was inappropriate and probably hurtful. I'll try and be more considerate of the guys you want to see, k sis?" Kas looked up at him and choked out a laugh.

"You are such a chick, Sammy. But thanks, I'd appreciate it. I can't say anything to Dean. The kid just spent 4 months in hell. I mean, I guess I deserve a little shit after the torture he had, but sometimes, I just want to…." She stopped short as Dean turned around.

"You two walk slow enough? Let's get to the bar. There is good beer on tap to be drank, and some nice ass that I'd like to tap too." He smiled his big, irresistible grin that always made Kasidy melt.

"You pig," Kas said, laughing. "You know, you should have died years ago from some nasty STD, right? Not to a demon or ghost or anything. When you do get Chlamydia, do not ask me to help you apply ointment!!" Sam laughed, Dean scowled and all three Winchesters piled into the car and drove off to go relax after a long day of ghost hunting.