AN: Sorry, sorry, sorry. I meant for this to come out way sooner. I've been dealing with some health stuff lately, but I'm doing better now. So as the summery said this will be more a collection of stories rather then a straight narrative like While You Were Sleeping. I'll try to keep things in chronological order but if I jump around I'll give you a heads up. Oh! Also I'm doing this for Camp Nano in April so hopefully this will be updated regularly. That's about it. Enjoy this chapter of Dean and Rachel getting to know each other.

It was a long drive back to the bunker. The boys had been driving for hours already, but still had a ways to go. Sam dozed off a few times, but never for very long. He could tell Dean was struggling to keep his eyes open too. "I think we should look for a motel," he stated after another failed offer to trade places since he had a little rest.

"I'm not paying for a bed when mine is just a few hours away."

"Yeah, but it's late. We're exhausted. Let's just call it a night."

"I'm fine," Dean stated, drifting back into his lane.

"Right," Sam said sarcastically. After the hunt they just went through the last thing Sam wanted was to die from his brother sleeping at the wheel. An idea sprung to mind and pulled out his cell.

"Who are you calling?" Dean asked.

"Hey, it's Sam," he spoke into the phone, ignoring his brother. "It's good to hear from you too. I'm sorry it's late but I was wondering if Dean and I could crash at your place tonight. Yeah? Thank you. I'll let you know when we are close. Alright, bye." He hung up and turned to Dean. "Got us a free bed."

"Who was that?"

"Rachel."

Dean smirked. "Finally gonna met your girlfriend, huh?"

"You already met her and she's not my girlfriend."

"Right, you just text each other all the time the last month, and will disappear a few days when she calls."

"I'm just helping her out with a few things."

"Sure," Dean smirked. "Knocking boots one of those things?"

"Shut up," Sam hissed.

"Hey I'm not judging; it's nice seeing you stop being a sourpuss all the time. I'm just curious what's going on."

"It's none of your business," Sam grumbled. "And you need to make a left."

Rachel greeted them at the door tired but with a large smile. She and Sam tightly hugged as they entered. "Thanks again," Sam told her.

"No problem. Hey Dean." She hugged him as well. "Nice to see you again."

"Same here," he nodded.

"Well, make yourselves comfortable. Unfortunately there's only one guest bed but I already made up the couch so you guys can decide who gets what. Bathroom is at the end of the hall. There's food and beers in the fridge, just you know, don't eat everything okay?"

"Fair enough," Dean said feeling a little cheated out of Sam's promise of a free bed. "You don't have any pie perchance?"

"No. Sorry. I'm a brownie girl."

Dean grumbled.

"Its fine," Sam spoke up. "We're probably just going to knock out."

"Okay. Well I'm going back to bed," she yawned. "Pleasant dreams you two."

"Night," Sam waved and watched her go back to her room.

"I saw that," Dean smirked.

"Saw what?"

"You were checking her out."

"I was n- never mind, so are we deciding who gets the bed?" Sam asked readying for a round of rock-paper-scissors.

"Nah, it's your girlfriend's house. Plus there's a TV here."

"Alright." Sam grabbed his bag and left for the spare room. Dean flopped onto the couch and found it surprisingly comfy. He was tired but not sleepy so turned on the TV and flipped around until he found and old movie to watch. About an hour later Rachel came out of her room and headed his way.

"Is it too loud?"

"Oh, no, your fine. I have a hard time falling back asleep. I'm gonna make myself a snack. You want one? I make a mean sandwich."

"Sure," he shrugged, never one to turn down food.

"What are you watching over there?" she asked gathering things from the pantry.

"I don't know. Some stupid movie. I just like the noise."

"I know what you mean. I put on podcasts when I lay down."

"What's a podcast?"

"It's like online talk radio."

"Oh." Dean took a seat at the little kitchen table. "Sammy's more into that techno stuff then me."

Rachel smiled and went to work on their food. "Hunt anything interesting lately?"

Dean stared at her in shock. "You know about that?"

"Uh huh. Sam told me. Was he not supposed to?"

"No, I'm just surprised. He usually hides that with most people."

"Well, I guess I'm just special then," she said with a little spin resting the two sandwich plates down on the table and sat down beside him. "So have you?"

"Not really. Just some usual demon routine". Dean shrugged and picked up his sandwich. "Oh my god!" he cried after one bite.

"Is something wrong?"

"Are you kidding? This is fantastic," he mumbled with a mouthful.

Rachel chuckled and delved into hers.

"So, um what's going on between you two?" he asked still chewing.

"What do you mean?"

"Like are you guys together or what? Sam gets all bashful when I try to ask him."

"Oh," Rachel blushed. "I don't know. We've kissed a few times," she said a little embarrassed admitting it. "We just mostly talk and hang out."

"So you guys haven't…?"

Rachel went completely red and quiet and shook her head.

"Oh, so what are you guys doing when Sam comes over? He won't tell me."

"He's been lending a hand for some of my church stuff."

"Church stuff?"

"We got a festival coming up and I'm running a children's service. So he'll go out and help gather things and keeping my class together during rehearsals."

"Really? That's it?"

"Pretty much, as side from getting a few drinks afterwards."

Wow Sammy, you really are a dork Dean thought taking another bite.

"You should come; to the festival I mean. It will be fun."

"I'll think about it."

"Mrs. Howard's making a bunch of pies for the event, just so you know."

"Ms. Rachel, you're trying to seduce me."

They both laughed and continued munching. The red from her face cooled down.

"So I have to do my older brother duty since Sam clearly likes you and say if you end up hurting him, I will kill you."

"Fair enough," she said nonchalantly.

"I'm serious."

"I know. I know what you guys do for a living, remember?"

"Alright then."

Rachel finished her sandwich before Dean. "Well, I should try to get some sleep," she said standing up and putting her plate in the sink. "Try not to stay up too late."

"Thanks again for the sandwich," Dean said before she left the room. She smiled and nodded went back to bed. He caught her on the way peeking into Sam's room. She didn't go in, just looking like she was checking on him.

The next day Dean woke up to Sam shaking him. "I'm up, I'm up," he groaned sitting up and untangling the blankets. He was having such a pleasant sleep dreaming about last night's sandwich. "Where's your girlfriend?"

"She left hours ago," Sam said giving up trying to deny the term. "It's almost noon."

Dean groaned again slowly getting to his feet and stretching out. Sam had been up awhile and had everything packed ready to go. Now that Dean was awake he started carrying their things to the car. Dean sat back down to put on his boots when he noticed the wrapped plate of sandwiches on the coffee table in front of him on. A note was taped on the top, "Some food for the road. Save some for Sam."

After they had driven out a few miles Dean spoke up. "I talked with Rachel a bit last night."

He had been quiet the whole morning so his sudden talking made Sam jump. "Okay…?" he said not sure where he was going with the statement.

"I like her."

Sam smiled. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. She kinda reminds me of mom."