Elizabeth pulls her father's old Firebird up in front of the big farm house with the scrap yard splayed out all around and in behind before killing the ignition. It's the Singer scrap yard where many a good car has come to be laid to rest and then be torn apart for parts. Liz gets out of her car, knocks down her driver's seat and takes out two large brown paper bags of groceries, closing the door with her foot she heads towards the side entrance of the house which goes right into the kitchen. She sets her groceries down on the wooden island in the center of the room and start taking the groceries out. She takes out, hamburger patties she prepared beforehand, corn on the cob, a Caesar salad she had prepared before as well, a homemade apple pie and a few other things and sets them on the island tossing the garbage can in the corner by the fridge.

"Bobby?!" She calls going to the cupboard for a couple of plates.

She sets the plates on the counter preparing to go out and turn on the barbeque when the footsteps she hears don't sound at all like Bobby's. Stopping what she is doing she goes to her purse sliding her fully automatic hand gun out of the hidden pocket she fabricated on the inside, then leaning up again the wall so as not to be seen. When the person comes into the kitchen she easily puts her gun to their temple.

"Where is Bobby?" She asks bluntly.

"Right behind him Lizzie, you can put your gun down that's just one of John Winchester's boys. " Bobby answers appearing as he walks around this very tall guy.

"You mean the same John Winchester that helped dad teach me to shoot? The same John Winchester I remember dad going on countless hunts with?" Liz asks a bit shocked.

"Up one and the same this is Sam and that is Dean. " Bobby explains pointing first at the tall guy and then at the shorter one who pushed his way between him and Sam.

"Hey who is this?" Dean asks flashing his most charming smile.

"My name is Elizabeth Caine and you are most definitely Dean I remember you now. " Liz states matter of factly ignoring him flirting smile.

Bobby smacks Dean on the back of the head. "Back off you Idgit, leave her alone." He snarls, narrowing his eyes into angry slits.

"Don't worry Bobby I can take him, I have fought bigger guys then him and won." She adds smiling at the man who raised her while her father was away and after he passed opened his home to her.

Sam chuckles. "Don't mind him it's nice to meet you again, since I don't really remember."

"Nice to meet you too. So who is hungry? I am going to get cooking on the barbeque hamburgers, corn on the cob and I made salad too." Liz asks not expecting any of them to object to anything but the salad.

Liz gets to work on the barbeque and it only takes her about forty five minutes to have all the burgers cooked, the corn cooked and the buns toasted. She sets the table and gets all the food set out before calling them to eat. She goes to the kitchen and grabs three beers unscrews the covers going back to the table where the three men have already sat down and hands them each one. Liz sits down herself and says nothing wondering what the three of them are waiting for.

"This looks amazing. Dig in boys do not waste her hard work." Bobby exclaims before taking two burgers and a corn on the cob.

" Oh I wont! " Dean chimes in winking at Liz and taking a couple burgers and two corn on the cob.

Sam is the only one of them who took any salad and he took one burger and one corn on the cob." Thank you this looks delicious." He says watching her briefly.

Liz smiles and takes some salad and an ear of corn not feeling up to the meat after cooking in the heat of the barbeque and the heat of the sun. They ate mostly in silence everyone enjoying the home cooked food for once; living on the road in seedy hotels doesn't afford the luxury of home cooking. Sam glances at Liz a few times trying not to seem obvious wondering if he actually stood a chance, she is Dean's type to a tee but Sam doesn't think any of that matters because Bobby seems very protective of her in a fatherly sort of way. He doesn't want to step on Bobby's toes but he thinks about maybe getting her alone to catch up even though he doesn't really remember when they first met.

After everyone is finished eating Liz starts to clear off the plates to make room for the desert and the desert plates. "Does anyone want some homemade apple pie? " She asks hopeful.

" Did you just say pie?" Dean responds almost drooling.

" You just found the key to Dean's heart." Sam says jokingly.

"We will all have a piece." Bobby interjects not giving them a choice not that they needed much persuading.

Liz cuts up the pie and dishes it up onto smaller plates bringing it out to the table and serving it to each of the men who dig into it as if they hadn't eaten for days. This doesn't bother Liz but she eats her piece much more slowly so as not to choke on it. She loses herself in thought, she has heard from Bobby about all the nightmares the Winchester boys have had to deal with since starting to hunt together again. She knows all too well the obstacles, pain and suffering that come with the job of hunting not to mention the lack of a pay check leading to a life of crime to keep food in your belly and a roof over your head.

" Lizzie you listenin?" Bobby asks as if he has been talking to her for some time with no response.

" Sorry?" She says snapping out of her train of thought.

" We don't want you to touch the dishes these two idjits here are going to make themselves useful and pay off their meal by doing them." Bobby says giving them a stern look.

" Oh that's alright I really don't mind, I enjoy cooking especially when I don't have to eat it all by myself." She jokes putting her hand on bobby's shoulder she could see he was tense and wondered if it was the Winchesters fault or if he had other things stressing him out. She never asks though just tries her hardest to keep him going and bringing as much calm into his life as she can. After all he helped ward off some of the chaos from her life after her father died in the line of duty, hunting duty that is.

" Really its alright we insist, right Dean?" Sam chimes in.

" What? Yeah sure." Dean adds his mouth full of one of the last bites of his second piece of pie not paying much attention to the conversation at hand.

After all the dishes were done and Dean is done whining about having to do them Sam goes outside to find Liz sitting on the doorstep petting Bobby's dog Rumsfeld. She hears someone coming out the screen door but does not look up and continues to rub the big Rottweiler's stomach as he lies on the porch beside her. Sam sits down on the chair not far from her and sips his beer not really knowing what to say but wanting to say something. Liz however is the first to break the silence.

"I'm going to take Rumsfeld for a walk would you like to join us? I have been told you like to walk and jog." Liz says getting up and brushing off her backside and unhooking the dog from his chain.

"Oh who told you that?" Sam asks surprised.

"Bobby did, I think it was cause he doesn't like me going out in the woods alone even though I carry my gun with me." Liz replies glancing over at him and rolling her eyes.

Sam gets up satisfied with her answer and follows her down the steps and back towards the path through the graveyard of cars and then past that the woods. Rumsfeld stays beside Liz as if guarding her as they walk, this amuses Sam and he smiles not noticing Liz looking at him as he does so.

"What is so funny? " She asks brushing her hair from her eyes.

" I was just thinking that Bobby probably doesn't have to worry about you with his dog around he looks pretty protective of you." Sam points out.

"Yeah watch out if he thinks he needs to attack he goes right for the groin." Liz says jokingly but sees him wince all the same.

" Do you still hunt?" Sam asks changing the subject.

"Yeah sometimes I go out, but recently I have just been helping Bobby, he does a lot of research for hunters and helps with cover stories." Liz explains and all of a sudden Rumsfeld runs up ahead and out of sight.

"Should we be worried?" Sam worries aloud.

"No, there is just a small lake up ahead and he loves to go swimming, to Bobby's frustration." Liz adds.

The two of them come around the path to a large clearing; the lake expands off to one side and sparkles in the setting sun. Liz walks over to a tree along the edge where she keeps a couple folding chairs to sit on for when she brings the dog out to swim. She hands one to Sam and opens the other one at the edge of the water and sits easily into it. Rumsfeld is splashing and jumping around in the shallow part of the water. Liz looks out at the water thinking to herself, wondering if Sam is just really friendly or if he is actually interested. She thinks if he doesn't make a move soon she is going to make one and possibly make a fool out of herself.

"Does Bobby even know this is here?" Sam asks stunned at the nice view.

" Yeah he does but hasn't come out here since his wife passed away, she use to bring him out here and they would swim and have picnics. I know Bobby having a picnic sounds crazy but I have seen pictures. Now it's just a sad reminder of a better time." Liz answers sounding saddened. " Rumsfeld was her protector not just the salvage yards."

" That makes sense.. " Sam trails off.

" Do you want to go swimming?" Liz asks with a smile on her face.

" Is it safe? And I don't have trunks." Sam protests.

" If the dog is not growling we are fine and as for trunks you're wearing them." Liz says standing up and pulling her shirt off to reveal a blue tank top but leaves her shorts on.

She wades into the water and goes out until it is up to her stomach and then ducks under to wet her hair, when she comes up she wipes her eyes and moves her hair out of her face. She floats in place for a moment long enough to see the dog swimming out to meet her. He greets her with a lick on the cheek and then continues on swimming around tail and tongue going as if he were a puppy again. Sam thinks it is funny how animal youth can bubble up to the surface no matter their age when they are doing something they love.

" Come on don't be a stick in the mud the water is as warm as bath water." Liz coaxes trying to get him to enjoy himself for five minutes.

Sam looks down at himself then out at the water and says what the hell, stand tosses off his T shirt and then nervously takes off his jeans to reveal his boxers and then wades into the water himself. The water is a little cooler then Liz said it was but not by much. When the water is up to Liz's neck it is only up to his stomach and that strikes him as funny and he chuckles.

" Do I look funny or something? " She asks tilting her head to the side.

" No I just didn't realise that you were that short." Sam replies.

" I am not that short! You're just really tall." She says pretending to be offended and splashes him with as much for as she can to create a big wave.

He splashes her back and they go back and forth and before they know it they are smiling and laughing. Rumsfeld barks at them twice before going back to swimming around with a newly found stick in his mouth. Liz tries so hard to send a big wave she ends up launching herself at Sam and crashes into him. He catches her and stands her back up and she quickly brushes her hair out of her face and feels her cheeks getting pink. Sam leans in and presses his lips to hers, Liz wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him back passionately.