After I get off the phone with Bobby I decide to organize the research into folders, vacuum the floor and wipe down the counters in the kitchen. At around 1:30 I was starving so I decided to head down to the Roadhouse for a burger.

I drive my to the local hunter bar, my usual lunch place. Ellen, the owner, basically raised me when my mom died, along with Bobby; Dad was a mess after Mom got possessed. Well, I would be too if I had to kill her. We acted like we were as thick as thieves to everyone else, but Ellen and Bobby knew what he was going through. We weren't surprised when he put a gun in his mouth last year.

Lost in thought I almost miss the driveway to the bar. I do an illegal U-turn and make my way down the familiar driveway. I park my Mustang in my usual parking spot and walk in, taking in the familiar smells and sounds. As I sit down at the bar, Ash walks over.

"Hey Ash, what do you know about Sam and Dean Winchester?" I ask.

"I know that they're a real pain in my ass, that's all I know. Why?"

"There helping me with a hunt, they'll be here by tonight, so do got any rooms for them?" I ask hopefully, the only motel in town just got closed for evacuation; "ants" was the cover story.

"Nope, sweetheart. Every room is taken."

"I'm serious Ash!" I said, hoping he was just shitting me.

"So am I, darlin'. Hope your apartment's big enough" Ash was laughing now; knowing one of the boys or I will have to sleep on my tiny couch.

I just flip him off and order my burger, trying to think of a place for them to stay, Ellen lives in an apartment above the roadhouse, but apparently that's full too. As I keep thinking I realize I don't have a lot of friends to ask. 'Life of a hunter' I mutter to myself.

I play a game of pool with Ash when I realize it's already about ten o clock. I go to the bathroom and find myself a mess, dark circles under my eyes and messy hair. So I go up to Ellen's apartment, borrow a hairbrush and some make up. And after a bit of concealer and eyeliner, I look fine.

I walk downstairs and sit at the bar with a whiskey, remembering the days when Sam and Dean would spend a few weeks with us. We were a family back then, my parents and I, but after my dad shot my mom, Dean and Sam never came back. I missed having them around, the household was always sad and dark and dad never really talked to me. I learned from Bobby and Ellen how to be a hunter and when I turned 18, I left my crap-hole of a house and worked on a couple of hunts and realized I was pretty good at it, and I've been hunting ever since.

Lost in thought again I didn't see the two men behind me until I heard that deep, sexy voice, "Damn Jamie, you grew up well."