Hello! This is another Lou story. Forget Me Not was the original story of Lou, but I thought it would be fun to see what would happen if she met the boys in a different way, so here you go!

I don't own Supernatural just Lou because she is rad.

Thanks so much,

Melody 3

Four people dead in two weeks. Their hearts all missing, the rest of them, well, they were in ribbons. Bobby sent me there because I was going to school kind of close and well, I knew how to take down a werewolf.

It was a holiday weekend at school anyway, so it wasn't like I was going to be missing much. The case was two towns over, a three-hour drive, which would be fine but gas was expensive and so was hotel rooms. It wasn't like my pick-up-shifts-when-you-can job at Mac's was going to cover all my living expenses plus splurge on a hotel. Not that I'd ever complain to Bobby about money.

Growing up, we never really struggled for money but I wasn't the kid who had all new notebooks at the beginning of the school year if you know what I mean. Bobby would always say, "You can still use it, why would you need another?" Even at 10 it was hard to argue with that and, "Because this one is sparkly," never really made the cut.

Bobby still worried about me so he said that he was sending backup because the girls getting killed looked a little bit like me. They all had blonde hair. That was about it but it's not like I was going to argue with the cranky old man, it wouldn't get me anywhere.

Knowing Bobby, he wouldn't stick me with someone like Rufus cause he knew I'd just call and complain the whole time. He probably called Ellen to see if someone there could help out.

So I drove into Caperberry Colorado and told Bobby where'd I'd be staying so that whoever he sent could find me. It wasn't that hard to find a motel that didn't break the bank, I just couldn't buy food for a week.

The motel was like every other I'd ever been in. Gross and old and outdated and I was really glad I brought my own sheets with me. I got into my room and unpacked my things. I always fully unpacked if I was staying anywhere for more than 2 nights. It just made everything easier.

The room had two beds, might as well it was only $10 more. I was contemplating food when there was a loud knock on the door that made me jump. I grabbed my 1911 and went to the door, no peep holes which was, well it didn't make me feel good about this place. I opened the door to see two tall guys standing there. "Can I help you?" I asked, trying to keep my voice calm. Two guys looking like them just showing up at my door, that was never good.

"Heya, you Louise?" The shorter of the two asked. He wore a leather jacket that looked a little too big. The guy behind him was taller with longer hair and he wore a flannel. Hunters or murderers was my best guess.

"Who wants to know?" I asked.

"I'm Dean, this is my brother Sam." When I didn't react he just huffed. "Bobby sent us." I nodded.

"Oh, ok." I lowered my gun that was positioned behind the door just out of sight. I opened the door wider and let them in. "So I had no idea there would be two of you cause Bobby didn't tell me jack he was just all, 'I'm sending you backup.' and I was all 'I've been doing this for years I don't need backup on a simple wolf case' and then he said, 'Don't give me lip girl.' So that's why there are only two beds."

"Ah it's fine, I'm sure we can come to some kind of arrangement," Dean said while dragging his eyes up and down my body.

"In your dreams perv," I quipped. "Why don't you two just share a bed?" I suggested.

They looked at each other and then back at me. "We're brothers." I nodded. "We don't sleep together," He clarified.

"Oh." I crossed my arms over my chest. "Girls sleep in the same bed all the time."

Dean motioned between himself and Sam, "We are not chicks!" I raised my arms in surrender.

"What Dean is trying to say is one of us will take the floor," Sam said. I scrunched my nose at the thought of sleeping on the floor.

"Yeah sorry about that." I moved to my bag to grab my wallet, thinking we'd all go out, get some food, talk shop.

"If you want to make it up to me, you could always let me sleep in your bed," Dean tried again. This time I didn't let it slide.

I moved towards him slowly, his cocky smile faded. Before he knew to block I disoriented him with an uppercut to his jaw, a fist to his solar plexus and a knee to his dick. He was on the ground coughing, muttering, "Bitch" under his breath.

I backed up. "So Sam," I turned to the taller brother, "want to find something to eat cause I'm starving."

The taller man just looked shocked for a minute before he nodded. "Sure Louise. Where to?" He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

"Oh please, call me Lou. And I don't really know the area but I am having an intense craving for cheesy fries and a side of bacon, so I'm thinking a bar." I grabbed my keys. "Follow me." I called over my shoulder and strode out the door.

I made it all the way out into the parking lot before Dean caught up with me and Sam. "What the hell!" I spun on my heels.

"I'm sorry, did you think you could say gross things to me and not get your ass kicked?" Most hunters at least got the hint the first time I blew them off.

"You didn't have to sucker punch me you crazy bitch!" He was yelling now.

I looked to Sam then back at Dean. "I feel like you don't quite understand where I'm coming from but usually men like you, if they don't get the hint the first time, they need a more permanent reminder." I huffed at him. "Now do you want to come get food with us or not?"

"Look here Sunshine, there are no other men like me." He looked ready to hit me. "I flirt. That's what I do. You hit me again and girl or not, I'll hit you back." He looked at Sam and nodded his head towards a black Impala. Sam nodded and they moved towards the car.

"Wait! You're driving?" I asked him. Dean just looked at me like I had 2 heads.

"Yeah," he sighed.

I skipped over to the backseat. "Great! That means I can drink as much as I want. Just don't tell Bobby ok." I opened the door and slid in.

The brothers shared a look and Dean glared at me. They got into the car shortly after. "If you do anything to hurt Baby," Dean started to threaten.

"You have a baby?" It was shocking. I mean he seems like the type to have a lot of sex, but he didn't seem like the type to stick around for a kid.

He turned to look at me. "What? No! I," he paused and looked at Sam who was softly snickering in his seat. "The car. If you do anything to my car I will send you crying with your tail between your legs."

"You named your car Baby? Like Dirty Dancing Baby?" I raised an eyebrow. "That's a little…"

He cut me off. "If you don't respect Baby for the beautiful woman she is, you can walk."

"You know I have a car right?"

He laughed "Yeah and what does a ray of freaking sunshine like you drive? A ah what a Prius or some Volkswagen bug or no you drive that red mini cooper over there?" I pointed to the end of the parking lot.

I leaned forward and pointed out the front window. "Actually Deano, my ride is the 1968 Shelby Mustang GT500-KR over there." There was a beat of silence.

"Well it's that girly light blue color." Dean grumbled then turned over the Impala's engine. Metallica boomed through the sound system. He peeled out of the parking lot so fast I was pushed back into my seat with a jolt.

"Give a girl a little warning would yah," I mumbled to myself.

I took out my phone and texted Bobby. Who the hell did you send my way? A few minutes later my phone buzzed. Bobby was never big on the whole texting thing.