A/N: I haven't posted anything for so long, really only because I didn't want to write something just to write something. The idea for this fic came one night watching Gilmore Girls this season and thinking that Lorelai was completely (possibly demonically...?) OOC. I've also been wanting to write a GG/SN crossover for a while, because I love both shows, and I'm a little bit of a MoFo shipper (which won't show up here) and Hot!Dean/Lorelai shipper. I think it turned out pretty well, and yes, I am finished with it, so updates should turn up pretty regularly.

Hope it's not too bad. Hope it's not too awesome. Hope it's not too bland. Hope it's too weird.

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own it.

FYI: I'd say this fic is pretty much 50/50 Supernatural and Gilmore Girls. Be prepared for some allusions to Wincest, season seven Lorelai hate, dislike for Chris, love for Luke, and hopefully, good writing!

Please read; please review!


Sam and Dean finished defeating yet another member of the Evil Cult of Satanic Care Bear Worshippers (ECSCBW), and they were on their way out of town. Okay, Dean had made up the ECSCBW, and no, the members didn't really worship Care Bears, but he always found it funny when someone evil loved the fuzzy, demented objects of little girls' affection, and this last guy was wearing a shirt featuring Grumpy Bear. Don't think Dean knew its name. Sam told him. And don't think they got past that without some first-rate mocking.

"Dean, can we stop and eat? I'm suffering from a slight case of starvation," Sam whined, as per Dean's expectations.

"We ate three hours ago."

"We stopped at a gas station and grabbed two donuts."

"You grabbed two donuts," Dean teased with his most serious tormenting-Sam face.

"Exactly, so how aren't you hungry?"

"Just not."

"Do you want me to die?"

"Yes."

Silence.

Dean looked over at Sam to make sure he didn't hurt his feelings. Despite Sam's thoughts, he didn't love hurting is brother. He also didn't love that his brother was so sensitive. He pulled off at the next exit.

"I win everything," Sam announced.

"And yet, you're such a loser."

"Ooh, good one," Sam said quite sarcastically.

"Bitch."

"Grumpy Bear."

"Dude, don't even say that. Those things freak me out."

"Uh, yeah, that's why it's funny."

"It's way too quaint here," Dean said, looking up the street, changing the subject.

"Only with you is 'quaint' a bad word."

"Oh, go quaint yourself."

"Pull over."

"I wasn't serious," Dean feigned panic.

"Shut up. This is what we call a restaurant." He pointed to the building across the street.

"I think I follow," Dean said opening his door.

Sam did the same.

"Did you lock it?" Dean asked.

"I thought you said it was 'way too quaint'."

"Do you not see my car? Elmo would steal it."

"I don't think he's tall enough."

"Sam, don't be gay. Now lock your door."

"I am locking my door, but seriously no way could his hands reach the wheel, or his feet reach pedals, and he definitely couldn't see without a major booster seat. Plus, how would he get a license?"

"I thought you were hungry."

"I'm coming."

"Luke's," Dean read the sign.

"Quaint," Sam responded, opening the door with jingle.

Dean sidled up to the counter. "A Beer and a Diet Coke."

"Don't sell beer, sorry."

"What?" He stared back at the gruff, flannel-clad man.

"You want something else?"

"Sam, what do ya wanna eat…? Sammy?" He looked around, confused. "He was right there two seconds ago. I hate when he does this."

"Little brother?"

"Yeah. You know what? I can just guess he'll want a cheeseburger, fries, and chicken strips."

"That's quite a lot. You sure he can handle it?"

"Uh, yeah," Dean answered, slightly confused.

"And do you want anything?"

"Just water. I'll probably steal some of Sammy's food."

"Okay," he said as he left to the kitchen.

Dean took a seat at the counter next to another empty stool.

After another minute, there was a tap on his shoulder, but when he turned around no one was there. "Dude, don't do that," he said, turning back around to his brother, now seated next to him.

"You always fall for it. If it didn't work, I wouldn't do it."

"I got you a cheeseburger, fries, chicken strips, and a Diet Coke."

"Good, I'm starving."

"Yeah, I caught on…. So where'd you go?"

"The restroom."

"How'd you know where it was? There's not even a sign."

"I dunno; I guessed."

"Crazy Psychic Boy."

After another ten minutes or so the man that took Dean's order came back with the food. "Didn't find your brother?" he asked Dean.

"What?" he asked back, confused.

"Your little brother." He looked at the almost unfamiliar face sitting next to Dean. "Oh, is this him?"

"Sammy? Yeah."

"I just assumed he'd be… shorter."

"He is annoyingly tall."

"Well, here's your order. Did you not get your drinks already?"

"I was actually wondering where they were."

"Sorry. I'll get those really quick."

"Thanks."

Sam started eating his chicken strips, and Dean ate a couple fries. He added some salt.

"Dude," Sam reacted, truly upset. "You can't just season someone else's fries."

"Why?"

"Uh, they're not yours?"

"But I knew you'd wanna add salt anyway, so I just did it without your input."

"Well, don't do it again."

"But you would have, right?"

"Maybe."

The flannel-clad waiter man came back with their drinks. "Water and Diet Coke." He gave Sam a look.

"What was that?" Sam asked Dean.

"What do you mean?"

"I dunno. He looked at me weird."

"Seriously? You're such a pussy," Dean laughed.

As the man passed them again, he turned to Sam. "God, you know you seem so familiar."

Sam swallowed the bite of his burger. "Really?"

"Yeah, have you ever been through here before?"

"No, not that I remember."

"Well, never mind then. Sorry. Are you two gonna be in town for a while, or are you just passing through?"

"Oh, just passing through," Dean chimed in.

"Okay. I'm Luke, by the way."

"You make a good burger."

"Fries could use a little work," Dean added and took a sip of water.

"I'm not a sodium freak, sorry."

"You should be. The stuff's delicious," Dean argued.

"Well, I've gotta get this stuff to Babbette and Morey," he said nodding to the couple at a window seat and wandered off with the plates.

Dean followed his eyes to the window couple and found that the woman had been looking at him and Sam, for who knows how long.

"Finish up."

"Are we gonna stay here tonight?"

"I guess. It's already eight," Dean sighed.

"You must be tired. Usually with coffee you'd be up for another five hours."

"I guess that Care Bear loving Carrie dude took it out of me."

"There was an inn on the way here."

"An expensive inn."

"What does that matter?"

"We work for our money just like anyone else. Credit card scams aren't exactly easy."

Sam laughed at his brother as he finished eating. "Okay, I'm done," he said covering his mouth.

Once they made it to the inn, Dean was almost at the climax of his complaining about sleeping in a fancy, probably floral-themed room. "And without that manly scenery, how is a guy supposed to get to sleep. The woods around it are nice enough. A lodge-y, dead animal theme would be fine."

"And how do you know there's no dead animal theme?"

"I just do. I mean the 'Dragonfly Inn'. What do you expect? I bet they don't even have porn."

"Stop complaining. I'm sure it's perfectly nice."

"Ever think maybe I don't like 'perfectly nice'?"

"Just come on," Sam said opening his car door.

As they made their way inside, they thought maybe this place was too booked to try to get a room without a reservation.

An attractive, dark-haired woman passed, and Dean definitely noticed how good she looked. She made her way to the door, but Dean tapped her shoulder.

She turned around. "Yeah?"

"Hi," Dean said with his sweetest smile. And if she is not the prettiest woman ever. "Do you know how we could get a room here?"

Sam watched his brother's seemingly forward flirtation. "Dude, you sound like you mean you and her. Don't be so brazen."

"I'm not being brazen. You're being brazen."

"You so don't know what that means."

The woman watched their exchange. "Yeah, I think can get the two of you a room, as long as it's quick. I shouldn't be here this late anyway. I fell asleep on my desk."

"I've done that," Sam said.

"Just follow me." She went to the next room and pressed a couple keys on a computer. Dean handed her a credit card, and she turned around to grab a key from the wall behind her.

"Room seven. Have a good time," she said with a smile. She handed Dean back his card.

Dean and Sam gave her a look, and Dean started to object.

"We will." Sam decided to play along. He put an arm around Dean's shoulder and gave a trademarked Sammy smile.

"You won't be having any good times with me any time soon," Dean protested, shrugging off Sam's hand and taking a step away. "We're brothers."

"Oh…. Well, I guess you give off some sort of a… thing…. Here's your key," she said, changing the subject and holding it in front of her.

Sam grabbed it. "Thanks for the room, and you really were helpful."

"No problem. It's not like I don't work here," she laughed. "I'm Lorelai, by the way."

"It was nice to meet you. I'm Dean," he said with an overly flirtatious smile.

"She gets it. You're not gay."

Dean gave him a look.

"I'll get our stuff."

"Good for you," Dean agreed. He turned back to Lorelai. "So… you fell asleep at your desk? Were you working too hard or talking to someone boring?"

"To tell you the truth, I was just being lazy, taking a nap."

"Who doesn't love a nap? Although, usually I just have some strong, black coffee, and I'm up and running," Dean said as Lorelai nodded in agreement.

"Like the Energizer bunny."

"Exactly."

"Actually, that was sarcastic, cause they Energizer bunny of all people— er, of all rabbits— would not need to recharge. Unless he's rechargeable, but that would imply that he ran out of energy at some point."

Silence.

"So are the rooms overly flowered?"

"Actually, no, I hate that too."

"Cool."

They heard the door opening. "Your brother's back," Lorelai said as thought that wasn't obvious.

"I guess I should go then."

"And I need to go home."

"Well, see you."

"Bye," she said.

Dean could have sworn her eyes showed some sort of demonic flicker for a split second. Stop it, Man. You're tired, and you're seeing things.

"Bye, Sam," she said, grabbing her jacket.

"Bye."

When she left, Dean let out a sigh of relief. "Dude, I completely bombed." He ran a hand through his hair. "I swear that's never happened to me. There was an awkward silence. There are no awkward silences when I hit on chicks."

"Apparently, there are," he said, handing Dean his duffel bag not full of weapons… Dean was assuming.

"You're bad with women, not me."

"When someone thinks you're gay, it's not as easy to hit on them as when they don't."

"Well, I guess I don't have as much experience in that department. Sorry." He began to walk up the stairs.

Sam followed. "Not as many people think I'm gay as you think do."

"Dude, I thought you were gay 'til you dated Jess. I still think you might be bi."

"Why are you thinking things like that?"

"Cause you're you. Where do think room seven is?" He looked up and down the hall.

Sam checked the numbers on the doors that he could see. "That way." He pointed to his left.

When they reached the door, Sam shifted the bag on his arm and unlocked the door. They both checked out the room.

"I get the bed," Sam called.

"Damn it. Lorelai's just mean."

"That chair looks perfectly, expensively comfortable."

"Did Lorelai seem a little odd to you?" Sam was wondering if it was just him.

"Uh, yeah, are you kidding? She wasn't even into me."

"I dunno. I guess it's me. She just seemed off."

"I know, right? Ooh, there better be a minibar." Dean glanced around the room. "Yes! And Toblerone!" grabbing a couple little bottles of whisky and a chocolate. "Sweet."

"I thought you were tired."

"Still am, and if you don't mind, I'll be falling asleep half-drunk on the bed," he said, bouncing onto it.

"Fine, but I'm sleeping in the bed too." Dean gave him a you've-gotta-be-kidding look. "You know you're the only one of us that cares when we sleep in the same bed."

Dean stared toward the television, flipping through channels in silence.

Sam sighed. "Okay, you can sleep under the covers, and I'll sleep above them. There will be no feet touching whatsoever."

"Yeah, no more 'feet touching', especially after that last time."

"Dude, I swear that was my foot," Sam defended.

"Well, my foot wasn't what it was touching."

"Don't be such a baby," Sam said as he unbuttoned his shirt, and slid it off his arms, revealing a grey t-shirt. Dean undressed as well, and they both brushed their teeth. When they lay down, Sam ready for sleep, Dean ready for Ferguson, Dean was shirtless with black boxers, and Sam was wearing his grey t-shirt and blue boxers.

"I'm so glad we're brothers, cause if we weren't, I would not trust you at all in this situation," Dean said, grinning.

--

Lorelai was on her way home when she noticed she had forgotten to put back on her ring. She grabbed it from her purse and slipped it back on her ring finger. She was the only one that really knew how she felt about the situation between Chris and her, and she wasn't gonna give up that information any time soon.

Once she reached home, she knew what was coming. Chris was there. He was waiting. She was tired. She walked through the front door and wondered if he was still up.

"Chris?" she asked to the current silence.

No answer.

She decided to watch tv. She wasn't as tired as before.


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