Title: Mending Broken Hearts

It had been a month since Dallas and Hunter had met the Winchester brothers. They had been taking cases together, and had been working really well together. Sam and Dallas seemed to be getting really close. Dean was inching himself into Hunter's good graces slowly. Dean and Dallas weren't close, but they would often grab a cold beer and work on their car engines. Sam and Hunter had an odd, unbreakable, brother-sister bond.

Dallas was playing Temple Run on her iPhone and Dean was looking over her shoulder.

"What the hell is that?" Dean asked, looking at Sam.

"Dude it's an iPhone." Sam said, shaking his head.

"Well what do you use an iPhone for, besides calling and texting."

"Playing Games."

"Reading E-mails"

"Going on Facebook."

"What is a Facebook?" Dean asked

"Dean, come here." Hunter sighed, pulling out her Mac computer. Dean complied. Hunter sat Indian style on the motel room bed.

After Dean had successfully made a Facebook account, he yelled : "I have one friend!" he was really excited until he saw that Dallas had eight hundred sixty-seven friends.

"Dallas, why won't you accept my friend request?" Dean pouted.

"I'll accept it when you get one hundred friends." Dallas smirked.

"Hunter's the only nice one." Dean pointed out. Hunter rolled her eyes "I like how you say that to the demon and not the angel."

/

"There were twelve fishermen found dead in a boathouse yesterday in Gig Harbor, Washington. Two teenagers were making out and they were looking for a place to... you know. Anyways, when they opened the door to the boathouse the fishermen were all dead." Sam read.

"That's one way to kill the mood, finding twelve dead guys." Dean remarked.

"Why are they always called fishermen There can be fisherwomen!" Dallas frowned.

"Let's just get on the road, okay." Hunter said, picking up Cal and heading towards Dallas' Camaro.

"Hey, Hunter. Why don't we leave Dallas and Sam to drive together. You're the only other one with an appreciation for heavy metal. We can leave them to listen to their country crap." Dean called to the petite blonde.

"Cal is already strapped in!" She yelled back in an apologetic tone.

"Baylor, leave Cal with us." Dallas told her, practically shoving her into Dean's arms. He smiled and held the car door open for her.

/

Sam stared at Dallas as she concentrated on the long, winding roads.

"I want to get to know more about you Dallas." Sam told her.

"We've been on the road together for a month. You already know all the important stuff." She shrugged.

"Well what was your childhood like?" Sam asked.

"My parents were wary to let me hunt. It wasn't like Hunter's dad, who started letting her hunt when she was seven. I was twelve when they finally let me go on hunts with them. By the time I was old enough to hunt on my own, I already had Hunter as my hunting partner and I liked doing it that way instead of on my own."

"I hated hunting until I realized what it did for the people we helped. It really just seemed like a huge inconvenience at the time. But now, I couldn't picture myself doing anything else." He told her.

"While we are in Washington, the Maritime Festival is going on. All the fun happens at night, I was hoping you would take me. I mean just as friends." She said quickly.

"What if I don't want to?" Sam started.

"Oh.." Dallas sounded crestfallen.

"I meant as more than friends? What if I wanted to take you as my date?" Sam hinted.

"I would be perfectly fine with that." She smiled, keeping her eyes on the road. The moment couldn't get any better.

Then Cal started crying.

/

Dean couldn't help but look at Hunter's gently sleeping form. He heard her phone buzz and Hunter was startled awake. She looked at her text before she asked "Hey Dean, when we go to Gig Harbor, Maritime Festival is going on. You wanna take me?" She looked up at Dean.

"I would love to." He grinned, he thought and then asked "Where are Dallas and Sam?"

"They are about an hour behind. Dallas drives like an old woman, especially with Cal in the car. She doesn't want to crash her baby- the car." Hunter replied.

"It is insane how she treats that car." Dean muttered.

"This is coming from you? Maybe Dallas needs more help then I thought." Hunter teased.

"Whatever Baylor." He mock glared.

"I'm hungry!" he moaned five minutes later.

"we could stop to eat." Hunter suggested.

"Well no crap." He said.

"Someone's cranky..." she hinted.

"FOOD!" Dean screamed, swerving the car into the parking lot of a small diner.

"DEAN! TRY NOT TO GET ME KILLED." She asserted.

"Sorry." he whispered, practically sprinting to the diner's entrance. Hunter sighed, and followed him in.

After they were seated a pretty waitress sauntered up and asked what they wanted to drink. She was very flirty towards Dean, and for some reason, it bothered Hunter.

"Now what can I get for your sister?" she asked, chewing gum in a bad manner.

"I'm not his sister. And I will take a Coke." She replied cooly.

"Okie dokie. I'll have your drinks in just a moment." She said, touching Dean's chest seductively.

"Do you feel the STD yet?" Hunter mocked.

"Not quite, but I'm sure in a few days it'll settle in." Dean said, flashing her a grin. She rolled her eyes, but couldn't help the smile that spread on her lips.

/Dean's POV/

I couldn't believe what Hunter was doing to me. Usually I would have been all over a girl like that but with Hunter's cool gaze watching over him, he felt disgusting even letting her touch him. It wasn't right. He was a womanizer. He couldn't commit. And he never wanted to. Except with Hunter he saw himself dating her, properly, at that. Then marrying her, and having kids, along with raising Cal. He saw a future with her, a future he wanted so badly... Too badly.

/Sam's POV/

Dallas and I were pulled up to a charming little hotel, and I was holding Cal as he slept. His hair was a dark red color. By the time he was 1 it would probably be blonde, not unlike his mother. He was a slender child, and very long. He already had a strong resemblance to his mother, but their were some things that weren't his mother's so he assumed it was Cal's father who he got his nose and eyes from.

When Dean and Hunter got their, Dallas asked "Did you call Emma so she can watch Cal?"

"Yeah. She's on her way."

The second the words left her mouth, a small Volvo pulled up. A girl stepped out of it, and smiled at Dallas and Hunter. She had curly brown hair and pretty plain features.

Hunter jumped into her arms and hugged her.

"Jeez Hunter! Gain some weight. You weigh the same amount from when you were twelve." The girl teased.

"I'm Emma." She introduced herself.

"This was one of our best friends from high school way back." Dallas said.

"Now you two go get ready for your dates and give me some alone time with my nephew." She shooed.

/Dallas' POV/

I couldn't help but laugh as Hunter pulled yet another outfit out of her bag. I sat, very content, watching her try on numerous outfits.

I was wearing a simple summer dress. It had spaghetti straps, and was a light blue. It worked perfectly with everything I was wearing!

I wish I could give Hunter some of my magical magic when it comes to clothes. She has so much trouble trying to find outfits. Truth is, she looks fine in everything. She has that look where she's able to pull everything off. But nothing is ever perfect enough for her.

"Okay Hunter. It's perfect, now stay in it!" I tell her. She's wearing an emerald green dress that ends right above the knee. Her hair is perfectly curled, so I tell her to leave it alone. She finally does.