You sure you gonna be ok? – Dean asked his girlfriend watching her face full of sadness and fear

Fine i guess

Look you if you don't wanna do this i get it doll, you can wait in the car

No I'll be fine i suppose, and quit calling me doll will ya?

Ok, whatever you say babe- Dean said and starting picking the lock but just as he was done he heard Cathy call his name- Yeah?- he asked

I think i'll go wait in the car

Ok- Dean chuckled at his girls awkwardness

Honestly Cathy was in the moast nerve wrecking situation ever, she had to face Sam, her besrt friend, though that could be a litle hypocritical since she left him but still she was fond of him and of all those moments they sheard, now she found herself terrified of what he would think of her, i mean would he even want to face her o simply act as though she wasn't there?

She thought she'd be ready to talk to him but the second Dean showed up followed by Sam she instinctivly hid on the cars's floor, out of anyone's sight, out of Sam's sight, quite a childish thing to do and she knew that she just couldn't face him, she just couldn't.

-Now you wanna tell me what was that all about- Dean asked jerking the Impala's door open.

-No, not really – She replied, but she caved under Dean's insisting gaze.

-I, I just couldn't face him, i mean the guy probably hates me, and you need to find your dan not worry about my issues, so i should stay out of this.

-No, i wont let you, i mean if Sam want's to hate someone then hell he should hate me i was the one you decided not to go to college for, and i know it, besides you've been hunting with me for two years so you can't ditch me now, plus i'm the older so what i say goes.

-What i say goes?

-Yeah- Dean replied flashing her that smirk thet made her weak at the knees

-You really are something you know

-What does that mean?

-Just that you are something- Cathy replied and leaned foward to kiss him, he allways knew how to make her feel better, no matter what, that was one of the things she loved about him, that and the different ways in which he kissed her, no matter what kind of kiss it was, lustfull, heated, loving, they had the hability to erase her troubles and make nothing else matter but that particular moment.