A/N: So just wanted to do a Supernatural fanfic while I finish rewriting my Covenant story. Not that I'm stuck or anything but...yeah, yeah I'm pretty stuck. But no worries! I'm continuing it! I don't give up! I'm in the process of writing another Covenant story, with a little AU, humor, and romance. So I hope you like my Supernatural story! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything of Supernatural, just my character Spencer Foxx and some plot lines that aren't seen on the show.


Ten year old Spencer Foxx sat on the firm bed in a motel in Wichita, Kansas. Beside her sat eleven year old Dean Winchester, her partner-in-crime so to speak. Little Sammy Winchester sat on the floor next to them, grabbing handfuls of marshmallow cereal out of the box and shoving them in his already full mouth.

"Hey Sammy, slow it down. There's no shortage of marshmallows." Dean mumbled. He looked up from his pocket knife to roll his eyes at his brother and turned to Spencer with a smug smile. "Little brothers."

Spencer smiled shyly and giggled a little. Careless fun was all it was. They weren't concerned with the future, just the incredible friendship that held them all together.

The three of them looked up at the sound of the front door opening, the thud of two pairs of heavy footsteps walking in, the low rumble of two best friends sharing a laugh.

"Dean, you in there?" A voice called.

The bedroom door swung open and John Winchester walked in with a warm smile on his face. Sam jumped up to hug the leg of his father and Dean walked over to receive an affectionate ruffle of his hair. Another man walked into the bedroom. His dark hair and twinkled eyes were identical to Spencer's and he held his arms open as he spotted her. Nathan Foxx hugged his daughter warmly and met the eyes of Dean as he let her go.

"You watching out for her Dean?" A rosy hue of pride filled Dean's cheeks and he nodded quickly, staring at his feet. John laughed and he wrapped an arm around Dean's shoulder.

"Dean here says he'll always watch out for Spencer, isn't that right Dean?" Dean shook his head wildly.

"Dad, why would I say that?" The two fathers laughed and Nathan reached for Spencer's hand.

"Come on sweetie, we got to get on the road." Spencer sighed loudly before giving a hug to Sam and a reluctant Dean. Nathan and John shared a back-slapping hug before stepping away from each other.

"See you around boys."

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Spencer sat slouched on a chair, arms crossed in front of her. She avoided the penetrating look of Dean's green eyes. She reached into her low slung black jeans and pulled out her silver switchblade. She flipped it up, down, up, down, until a hand stole it right from her grasp.

"Hey! Dean, give that back."

Dean walked away from her, peeking over his shoulder at her with smiling eyes, heading out the front door and disappearing from her sight. Spencer sighed, standing and tugging up her pants.

Spencer and Dean were old enough now, sixteen, to know that their years of friendship had grown into something more...awkward. She walked past the TV, ruffling twelve year old Sam's hair as she passed. He was like the brother she'd never had, and Dean was like...well she didn't know what he was--or could be. It was all too confusing, the relationship the two had.

She met Dean outside, leaning against the brick wall. She held out her hand for her knife but he ignored her and kept flipping the blade up and down.

"What happened?" He asked absentmindedly.

"What are you talking about?" Spencer asked impatiently. Discussions like this made her nervous.

"I mean what happened to us." Dean replied, meeting her eyes. She held his gaze no more than a couple of seconds before her face burned uncomfortably.

"Nothing happened to 'us'. What 'us'?" Spencer shook her head, with anger and embarrassment; Dean just had that effect on her, he made her start raving mad, but a part of her was just so darn weak against his good looks, charm and rare concern to her. "Dean," She said, swiping her knife from his grip. "I haven't seen you since I was like, 10. What did you expect?"

Dean stared at her again, inching closer as he lowered his voice.

"What did I expect? I didn't expect you to get so damn pretty, or that you would treat me like a freaking stranger after we've been friends for almost 12 years! I expected that maybe-"

"Dean, our dads are back. I got to leave." Spencer said suddenly as John Winchester's black truck pulled into the parking lot. Spencer headed back quickly into the motel, passing a bored Sam on the couch. "Later, Sam, It was nice seeing you again after all this time."

Sam looked up at her as she passed.

"We'll miss you Spencer."

"Yeah Spencer, we'll miss you--me especially." Dean's voice called behind her.

Turning around, Dean's lips pressed against Spencer's, sending tingles through her spine. She kissed him back firmly before putting her hands on his chest and pushing him back gently.

"I'll see you around boys."