"What is she doing here?" Dean asked Sam.
"I saw her in the parking lot, and invited her to have breakfast with us." Sam said. The girl sitting at the table reached over to Sam's plate and forked a pile of pancakes. Dean squinted.
"Uh, why?" Dean asked. He pulled a chair closer to Sam, and plopped his butt on it.
"Nice to see you too, Dean." Aria smiles sarcastically. Dean bit his bottom lip in anger, and opened his Styrofoam container, and took a bite of his bacon egg and cheese sandwich.
"So, Aria, what do you do for a living?" Dean asked, interrogating her. Sam sighed, but continued eating his breakfast.
"Well, I'm a doctor." She smiles at him.
"What kind?" Sam raised his eyebrows.
"Pediatric surgeon." She sighed. Aria didn't like her job. She thought that she was meant to do something different with her life. Yeah, she was a surgeon, and she helped people, but it wasn't enough.
"That's amazing." Sam shrugged, he was impressed. A girl who was sweet, and smart. Dean coughed.
"So, we're leaving today." He told Sam.
"What? Why? We didn't finish the case." Sam whispered over to Dean.
"Case?" Aria asked. Dean didn't like that she popped into their conversation.
"We're FBI." Sam lied. Her eyes widened.
"No way!" She shrieked. "That is so cool!"
"Yeah, I guess it's pretty awesome." Dean shrugged. Sam gave him a look.
"Well, we have to go, I'll call you later, I guess?" Sam asked Aria.
She sighed, and nodded. She knew that he probably wouldn't call her, and she guessed she had to accept it. He kissed her goodbye, and they left in their shiny black Impala.
"Dude, do you even know who that chic is?" Dean asked, gripping the steering wheel.
"Her name is Aria, and she's a pediatric surgeon." Sam shrugged. Dean sighed heavily.
"She could be a freaking demon, Sam!" He yelled. Sam peered at him through his eye. "What?"
"I poured holy water in her vodka." He quivered. He was worried that maybe she was a demon too at first; the way she talked to him immediately, he thought was something a demon would do.
"Nice work. You know if she finds out you poured something into her drink, she'll think you drugged her." Dean smirked.
"Dean, she's just a girl. She's kind of a smart ass; I think you'd like her. I do." Sam sighed to him.
"I understand that, but like I said last night, do you not remember the life spans of your past relationships? It's about 23 years. Do you want this girl to die?"
"Yellow Eyes is dead, and she's human!" Sam shouted. "With Jess, it was Yellow Eyes, and with Madison, she was a werewolf."
"What about Becky? She was human, and she was nearly killed by a witch."
"Becky was just crazy. Dean, give her a chance, please?" Sam gave Dean the puppy dog look that drove him crazy. Dean tried to resist against his little brother, but all he could think about is how he wanted his brother to be happy.
"Fine. But if she dies, it's on your hands. Not mine." Dean sighed, looking out onto the road.
"I know." Sam tried to hide his smile. He would have a chance with a girl, something he hadn't had for a long time. "Thanks Dean. Really."
Dean looked at his brother who knelt across the room next to a little boy. "So, Mrs. Hill, when was the last time you saw your husband?" Dean asked the woman sitting next to him. She was about a year or two older than Dean.
"Well, four nights ago, Davy left on a one day business trip. It isn't like him to not call when he's late. And none of his co-workers have seen him." Her bottom lip quivered as she tried to speak. Her statement hadn't helped Dean too much.
Sam wasn't having too much luck with the son either. "It's okay, kid. I know you miss your Daddy, but I need you to tell me everything you know. Did you see anything happen?" The boy shook his head, with tears leaking from his eyes.
"I saw my Daddy when he left for work, but he never came back." He looked down.
"Alright, buddy." Sam stood up and patted the boy's blonde head. He reminded Sam of himself; his dad went on long business trips, and he had no idea why.
They met up back at the car when they both had finished talking to the family, and they got into it. Sam took out his cell phone and dialed Aria's number.
"What are you doing?" Dean asked before Sam could hit send.
"Calling Aria…" Sam said.
"Dude, you have to wait at least three days to call her."
"That's stupid" Sam said, putting the phone to his ear.
"Hello?" He heard the soft voice say.
"Hey, Aria, it's Sam. I was wondering if you wanted to go to dinner tonight?" He asked. It's been a long time since he'd asked a girl on a date.
"I'd love to!" She responded, and scolded herself for being to desperate.
"Great. Give me your address, and I can pick you up around eight?"
"Perfect!" She gave him her address and shut the phone. She plopped on the sofa of her apartment, and turned on the television. The news was on, and her favorite newscaster was telling a story that seemed big.
"Last night, evidence was found to reveal that two fugitives that were told to be deceased might actually be alive. The fugitives are extremely dangerous, and if you should see them, you should contact 911. Here is a picture of the brothers, named Sam and Dean Winchester. Next up… does hand sanitizer keep your hands clean? Stay tuned to find out."
The picture on the television screen blew Aria's mind. The man that she thought was amazing; the one she slept with, was a known fugitive. He had killed, and robbed, and who knows what else.
