AUTHOR'S NOTE:

This chapter changes a little because I have a plan and a purpose for everything, lol.

WARNING: Rated "M" for Sex, Language, Dirty Thoughts, Innuendo, Blood, Violence and Dark Themes.

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Dean's POV

It was actually really surprising to me just how much I felt like I was attached to Lana already given everything. We'd done two hunts already since letting her tag along with us—which was definitely Sam's idea over mine even though I okayed it—and she could handle herself. In fact she seemed to be better at the hunting than I was even sometimes and it made me wonder because she was so much younger than me…okay, only five years younger, but still.

I'd looked her up on the Fed database and I realized that there were some odd inconsistencies in her past. She was certainly a hunter and she had a habit of sometimes going off of the grid for a time or two and I found myself watching her a lot more than other woman. I was used to loving and leaving and here I'd been given an 'out' so I was certainly going to take it. There was no room in this business for getting close to people or for trying to be someone's boyfriend, fiancé, or husband.

It was just that Lana was starting to get under my skin and that was a bad sign—if I got attached then I would feel something when she left and that just wasn't my MO. She was just our friend the hunter and whether or not I loved watching her hips as she stuck a demon with a knife, I had to remember that she was just another hunter. Just another incredibly attractive woman that could…okay, she was one of the only women I knew that could honestly probably kick my ass…

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Lana's POV

Traveling with the boys was actually rather pleasing and entertaining. I was learning quite a lot about both Sam and Dean, and I was finding myself rather attracted to both of them. I knew it was bad because they were brothers and Dean had totally deflowered me, but I couldn't help it, and they were so different from each other that it kept me intrigued. Dean was definitely the ladies man I thought he had been, while Sam was a gentleman and protective without being overbearing. To be honest, even though I knew there was a connection between Dean and I, Sam was the one I was starting to fall for with his shy smiles, his killer grin when he was entertained, and his dimples—and of course his sweet as sin attitude.

A couple weeks after we had started traveling together—me sleeping in Sam's bed when we got to motel rooms because Dean always tried to cop a feel—we stopped at a gas station. I was rather hungry so I got out of the Impala while Dean tossed Sam his wallet, Sam pulling out one of the fake credit cards and looked at me as I shifted in the backseat. I set my laptop on the seat next to me as I cursed under my breath leaning up and over the middle and shoving the charger for my laptop into the cigarette lighter. Dean was looking at my chest and I knew it, and I just rolled my eyes and then got out to get a newspaper as Sam started to pump the gas.

"Can't you look news up on that precious laptop of yours that you never let anyone touch?" Dean asked me with a chuckle.

If I haven't yet mentioned that Dean Winchester was hot, than I have to mention it now. Sam and Dean Winchester were both very attractive, but for completely different reasons, and I knew it was their differences that made them both so appealing to me. Sam had darker brown hair, was taller, his muscles more defined, and big, strong hands that honestly could touch me anywhere at any time. Dean's hair was lighter, his muscles were leaner, he did amazing things with his tongue, his nose was sexy, his freckles adorable, his arms locked around you and you knew you were safe and protected, and damn was he attractive naked—tack on cheeky and funny as Hell and you got yourself a rather amazing man. It was hard to choose, but Sam didn't look at me like I was simply another warm body and a notch on his belt…which honestly might have been why I was more attracted to Dean.

Don't get me wrong—Sam Winchester struck me as the nice guy that you were supposed to take home to Mom, but he just lost his girlfriend and he treated me like a friend. He treated me almost like a sister sometimes and yet Dean had a way of caring and then just acting like it was because he wanted in your pants. It was annoying as Hell the majority of the time, but I loved that he was sexually attracted to me and yet he actually cared whether or not I died. It had nothing to do with love or actual care, of course, but something about knowing a man wants to do dirty things to you makes a woman feel wanted and Dean made me feel damn wanted.

"The internet doesn't smell like a newspaper, now does it?" I asked smiling.

Dean smiled and shook his head, following close behind me as I headed into the gas station to buy myself something to eat. It was early morning and I had dozed in the backseat of the Impala when I wasn't glued to my computer screen trying to learn more about monsters, demons and ghosts using the sites Sam had showed me. I wasn't quite trusted enough to touch their father's journal and I didn't press them on it—there were things about my family I wasn't comfortable sharing with them either, and when in a tight spot I just lied…something I was damn good at by now—oh! Powdered donuts for cheap!

"What brings such a gorgeous girl to parts like these with two such unworthy men?" The cashier asked.

There was definitely something wrong with me because I normally didn't like blondes, but this man was definitely on my 'Oh-My-God-You're-Fucking-Hot' radar even though he had the worst pick-up lines ever. He had dark blue eyes that twinkled when he smiled at me, looking me up and down and I sighed ever so slightly because I wasn't looking for any more hook-ups—alcohol and I were no longer friends, and I was not picking up any more strangers…even if they were hot strangers. So I just laughed his line off and grabbed the powdered donuts, a couple bags of chips, some gum, and a pack of the power Vitamin Water, dragonfruit flavored, and headed up to the counter, putting it all down.

"For your information, I don't like you hitting on my girlfriend." Dean told him sternly.

I felt my cheeks flush, but I smiled, and looked away so neither of them could see it. If Dean was going to pretend that he was my boyfriend than more power to him, but he definitely wasn't going to bed me again anytime soon—not until I felt like I wasn't just his plaything. The cashier didn't stop smiling at me, but he did smile a little less when Dean's eyes blazed into his when they made eye contact for a brief moment and he swallowed a bit…Dean was a little intimidating when he was protecting his 'property' and I was definitely not his property…

"Sorry dude, I didn't know." The cashier told him, raising his hands up a little in surrender.

"Well now that you do, can you please ring this stuff up for us?" Dean asked him shortly.

I smacked his arm for being so rude, which made him upset and the cashier rather happy, and then pulled out the money to pay for things. Dean, however, wanted this image to stick, and kissed my cheek and paid for it with his own money, even helping me to carry my junk food back out to the Impala. Sam had just put the nozzle back and was getting into the passenger seat, stopping and opening up the back door for me, me smiling at him and him smiling back, and then I sat in the back and put my laptop on my lap after I buckled in.

"You owe me $15.78." Dean told me, and he was serious about it.

I laughed and shook my head. "Actually, you chose to pay for that. Get over it."

Sam frowned at his brother. "Could you at least be nice to her once in a while?"

"But she practically threw herself at that cashier back there!" Dean protested. "I don't have room in this car for another stowaway should they want to hook up!"

"Um…I didn't throw myself at anyone, Winchester. He hit on me, and you jumped in and told him to stop hitting on your girlfriend. If anyone's throwing themselves at anyone, it's you throwing yourself at me—I could have been completely independent and paid for my own food, so since you tried to be a gentleman, you gotta reap what you sewed, Buddy." I told him with a smile on my face.

"Yeah, if you offered, it's your loss," Sam said, but he was smiling a little bit.

Dean grumbled and then was quiet, starting the car and getting back on the road, Sam sneaking glances back at me. I smiled at him, our eyes meeting, and then blushed a little and got onto my IM, Jen online. We started to talk about what had happened and what she had been up to, and though she thought Dean was flirting and I did at first, I was pretty sure he was simply marking his territory, and I was no one's property. When I called him a 'jerk', she reminded that he was a jerk that I had a one-night stand with. I giggled, and then I wiped the smirk off my face when Dean turned around, and went back to talking to my best friend, occasionally making eye contact with Sam.

"What do you think that guy meant back there when he said 'these parts'?" I asked as we passed some place the military was blocking off. "Oh, I was just asking Sam something, Jen."

"I don't know. I think it was just a pick up line." Dean said angrily.

"Stop the car, Sam." I told him, and he nodded. "Jen I'll call you back."

I hung up my cell phone, got out of the car, opened Dean's door, and dragged him out. He wasn't happy about it, but he followed me behind a few trees where no one could see us, and I pushed him up against the tree. I was a little sick and tired with Dean being aggressive and acting like he owned me, and like he was jealous about every guy that came onto me—even though not all of them did. Sam was just barely dealing with all of it, and Dean was now smirking at me…one of the other things about Dean Winchester that made him hot and made me all hot and bothered.

"I'm through with you being angry at me for other people hitting on me when I didn't do anything. If you like me, or you're jealous someone else is looking at the thing you slept with, then deal with it and stop taking it out on me!" I told him firmly. "You do not own me, and you do not get to take your jealousy out on me! Just be a man and own up to the sexual feelings so we can both move on."

Dean sighed loudly. "I just—you're part of our team now sort of, and it's not good to go making ties with people."

"I made ties with you guys and it's turning out fine." I told him with a shrug. "And I love our banter, I do, but can we make it a little more playful, please? I like the sex jokes and the wiggling eyebrows and yelling at you for smacking my ass…yelling at you for making me sound easy just because I let you deflower me, not so much."

"All right but only if you promise me on thing." Dean said and when I nodded he took a deep breath. "Just don't get attached to me okay? I tend to hurt people."

I laughed a little and smiled at him, stepping a little closer too him. "Well it's too late for that, because I'm already attached to you…you and Sam."

Dean smiled a little bit too. "I see."

I rolled my eyes, which was becoming a habit with me with him. "Don't even think about getting anymore from me. I'm attached to Sam too, you know—I just said that…in fact I think I'm rather quite attached to Sam."

The look in Dean's eyes made me think that he was going to kiss me and I held my breath for just a moment, but the second I stressed Sam in the last sentence, Dean pulled back. He nodded and then he got out from between me and the tree and headed back for the car, me biting my lip and staring at the tree instead of watching him go. If they hadn't been brothers it would be so much easier, but they were, and I was about to wedge in between them and I really shouldn't have been trying to do that…so maybe I should just be their platonic friend with boobs—Hey! That's actually a good idea, Lana!

I went towards the car and got into the back seat, Dean already back in the driver's seat, ready to get the car back out onto the road. I couldn't tell if he was jealous about me being attached to Sam and him, but I knew that part of me wanted him to be…I was such a terrible person. Sam looked at me as I buckled myself in, determinedly not looking at either of the Winchester brothers, my eyes focused on my laptop. I could feel his gaze though, and wanted to gaze into his calm and caring chocolate eyes, but I was willing myself to be collected and mature about this…God I wanted them both.

"You know, someday that laptop of yours is going to make your eyesight go." Dean said as I got it out and opened it up, happy Jen was online still.

"Why must you keep making her angry?" Sam asked him with an exasperated sigh. "I mean all you do is pick fights with her—no wonder women only wanna be around you for a night."

I laughed and Dean shot us both looks. "Maybe it is, Sam, but honestly he's not making me mad, he's just trying to banter with me.

Sam smiled as the two of us made eye contact, the beeping from Jen's conversation being the only thing that dropped our gaze. The youngest Winchester was definitely flirting with me, and I was really glad that even though Dean and I had totally slept together already when we were drunk, Sam wasn't shying away because I liked the meaningful eye locks. I felt his gaze leave me as Dean looked over at his brother and grumbled slightly, waving it off when Sam asked him if something was wrong, and soon we had stopped to stay in a hotel for the night, me proposing it because I wanted better room service, and in turn better food, and so Sam told the man at the front desk that we only needed two beds and one room in which I piped up that Sam and I were married. Dean looked a little dejected, but went along with the story as I slipped my arm through Sam's, and then we went up to our rooms after acquiring the key.

"This is so much better than a cheap motel!" I exclaimed, flopping down on the nearest bed and then sitting up, my feet dangling over the foot of the bed. "So…I'm going to sleep here and you two are going to share that giant thing."

Dean laughed. "Oh no, sweetheart—you're going to sleep with Sam since that's what you've been doing the whole time you've been with us and he's your precious husband."

"Someone sounds resentful." Sam told Dean, tossing his duffle at my feet and bending down to rummage through it. "If you want to sleep with her for a night, all you have to do is ask."

"What am I, the Winchester Whore?" I asked with a laugh. "Because, Baby, I expect to be paid for my services if you're just going to be passing me back and forth between the two of you—and you do not get to pimp me out to strangers or fellow hunters."

Dean chuckled and then he sighed. "Damn, because I know a couple hunters that would pay quite the pretty penny to have a night with you, Sweetheart."

I rolled my eyes and then looked at him, trying not to bite my lip as Sam's hair ran along my bare leg, me wearing shorts. Dean noticed the slight flash of pleasure in my eyes though and the eye contact broke between us, Dean opening up the duffle he'd tossed onto the other bed. Sam headed into the bathroom and I pulled my shirt off, Dean looking over at me and eyeing my chest as I searched in my duffle next to me for a tank and my boxer shorts. Dean had already seen me naked, so changing in front of him really wasn't an issue, and when I was dressed, Dean and I heard the shower in the bathroom running and Dean chuckled.

"Poor guy wants to smell all right since you're going to be cuddling up with him." Dean pointed out.

I smirked and shrugged. "I kind of like it when he smells like he's been active."

Dean grumbled a little and nodded. "So…Sam's the kind of guy that you're into?"

"Honestly? Honestly you are both rather attractive and any girl would be lucky to be with you…I choose to sleep in Sam's bed because first time I slept in yours and you copped a feel and rubbed up against me and I liked it." I replied with a laugh. "Just because you're both here, doesn't mean I should be taking advantage of it and we all know it. We're business partners."

Dean nodded. "All right…I can deal with that since you so logically and dotingly explained it the way that you did."

"I'm glad, Dean." I replied, and then set my duffle next to Sam's and got into the bed under the covers, looking up at Sam and smiling as he came out of the room drying off his hair in a t-shirt and boxer shorts. "Someone's getting a snuggling tonight because they smell good."

I knew that the flirting with Dean in the room was totally not the right thing to do, but I couldn't stop myself—the words came out of my mouth and there was no taking them back. Honestly, the grin Sam gave me really made me feel just fine about it, and Dean turned the light off rather quickly when Sam crawled into the bed with me, and once we were bathed in darkness I cuddled up into Sam and blushed when he stroked my hair. In that moment I felt Sam's breath on my face, and beamed at the faint smell of mint—the man smelled damn good and when the kiss was pressed to my forehead, I kissed his cheek in return.

Even though Dean was in the room, in the next bed over—which kind of made it all the more appealing, honestly—Sam's hand slipped down out of my hair and traveled to my right hand, giving it a soft squeeze. I was going to say something, but Sam just kind of turned over so his back was to me and I just nodded because Jessica was fresh in his mind and I wasn't trying to get in the way of anything. Besides, we were business partners and I kind of missed being in Dean's arms and it made me close my eyes.

"Goodnight, Dean." I said loudly, smiling a bit when he just grumbled and I stroked Sam's back through his shirt before keeping my hands to myself. "Goodnight, Sam."

"Goodnight, Lan." He whispered back, and I couldn't help but beam at the nickname because the care and sincerity was behind it and I felt like he actually wanted me there.

I woke up the next morning to Dean's arms wrapped around me, his face buried in my hair, and Sam wasn't in our bed anymore. I was wondering how and why Dean was in Sam's bed, and figured that Sam had gone out to do something, but what if he came back and Dean was here holding me like this? Dean smelled fabulous and he was locking me into that tight embrace with his safe, strong arms, and I couldn't help but shift so that he was completely cuddling me…so that he had me where he wanted me.

"Your hair smells good." Dean whispered in my ear, biting my ear lobe softly which sent pleasant shivers down my whole body.

I groaned happily. "God, you are a horny bastard, Winchester! And thanks…I make it a point to bathe."

Dean chuckled at my joke. "So what would you say if I asked you to let me love you?"

I turned over in his arms to face him and shook my head him pouting which made me instinctively bit his pouting lip softly, widening my eyes as he set his hand on my thigh. First he sleeps with me while we're drunk, then he cops a feel when I joined the team and made the duo a trio and now Dean stroking my thigh, trying to get in my pants again. Fantasy as it could be, yes, I certainly wasn't letting Dean back into my pants that easy…he had to work for it and I had to be sure he wasn't gonna jump any random hussy that came along and still date me at the same time. There were some things that I just would not stand for and sooner or later he would know exactly what those things were.

"Admit that you like me." I said, my hand stopping his.

"What?" He asked, honestly perplexed by the order.

I nodded slowly and repeated in a different way, "Admit that you want me."

Dean sighed and then noting my determined expression, gave in. "Look, I am attracted to you."

"And?" I asked, demanding an actual declaration and running my fingertips along his beautiful damn lips as my leg ran along his under the covers.

"And I may want you." Dean answered me after he swallowed.

I beamed at him and got out of the bed. "Well at least you admitted it."

I knew that I was being a tease and I shouldn't have been, but physical stimulation seemed to be the only thing that Dean understood at this point. He really wasn't very happy with the flirting and then with me leaving the bed when he wanted to jump me, but there were too many things to consider and I needed to think them all over before bedding either of them. Dean made a noise and I looked at him, our eyes meeting as he sat up and raised an eyebrow at me, a little annoyed and a little aroused—well, that made both of us.

"So I admit I might have a physical attraction towards you and you just get up from the bed when we could take advantage of the isolation?" Dean asked me, making sure he got it right.

I rolled my eyes and then reestablished the eye contact. "I'm physically attracted to you too, and you're a funny guy, and you handle yourself well—in all definitions and actions—but I think with more than my lust."

Dean sighed and laid back down on the bed, believing my every word—even though I didn't believe it myself. Honestly if I could just pick between them or keep my flirtatious comments to myself I would have, but I obviously couldn't and that was going to give me some serious trouble. It was then and there that I started to honestly take a good look at my surroundings and remind myself that I had come to be with them…and to hunt. It was totally not like me to do this to men—brothers especially—and I really didn't want to turn into a hussy by any means, so I took a deep breath and sat on the bed, Dean propping himself up on his elbows and looking at me.

"We could talk though…and maybe if we decide farther along down the road that we like each other, something could possibly escalate…" I said slowly.

Dean nodded slowly and I laid down next to him on the bed, both of us looking up at the ceiling, and we began to share random hunts with each other that we had been on. It was actually rather nice to get to know the Winchesters a little better even if it was from Dean's point of view without Sam there to defend himself, and I ended up snuggling into him when he 'stealthily' scooted his body closer to mine. The warmth and the closeness was definitely welcome, and I very much wanted to stay in here and possibly go another round with the man, but I couldn't…I had to focus and use my brain since Dean wasn't using his upstairs one.

"So your dad pretty much bred you to hunt?" I asked Dean, looking up at him as my head now lay on his chest, his steady heartbeat pounding in my ear.

He looked down at me and ran his hand along my arm as our eyes met. "Pretty basically, yes—that's why Sam went to college…to get out."

"Do you want to get out ever?" I asked him, and I knew it was much too heavy of a conversation for us, but he didn't have to answer because we heard the door, and Dean got off of Sam's bed, hurrying to the coffee table and sitting down at it as Sam came in the door and sighed loudly. "What is it, Sam?"

He looked at me wearily. "I think I found a new demon."

"Of course you did." I told him, getting off of the bed and then standing at the foot of it, leaning on the end of it and taking a deep breath. "Can I take a shower first, maybe?"

Sam smiled and nodded at me, Dean shooting me a rather witty and dirty remark, me heading into the bathroom and got into the shower. Thinking about the boys pretty much made me need to take a cold one, and once that was done, I wrapped myself in a towel and blushed when I realized I hadn't grabbed my clothes out of the duffle I needed to change into. I swear to God it wasn't a planned move, but then again Dean had already seen me naked, and I for some reason already found it easy to be around Sam, so I grabbed my brush I had put there the night before, and brushed my hair as I walked out of the bathroom.

The towel was securely in place around me and I opened up and turned on my laptop so it was booting up, my face flushing another shade of crimson as Sam blushed and Dean raked his eyes over my towel-covered body appraisingly. I hurriedly grabbed some clothes out of my duffle and went to put them on in the bathroom, Sam and Dean completely silent in the room, until I emerged and then Sam started to explain about people dying from their worst fears. Dean thought it was a little sketchy, and I kind of did as well, but Sam was so certain that there was something here that I couldn't help but humor him and his adorable puppy dog face as Dean headed into the bathroom for a quick shower.

"So these people are dying from their worst fears? How did you find that out?" I asked Sam, sitting next to him on the couch in the hotel.

He turned to me and looked me in the eye. "I was talking to this woman whose husband and daughter both died—her husband drowned, and her daughter got caught on fire and burned to death—both of those were their fears—the husband's was water, and the daughter's was fire." Sam explained to me slowly.

I nodded and bit my lip. "So it could not only be like a fear demon, but an elemental fear demon?"

"What else would it be? Aren't all fears elemental?" Dean asked, stepping out into the room, a towel wrapped around his bottom half with another towel in his hand drying off his hair.

"I suppose." I told him with a sigh. "You just have to disagree with everything I say, don't you?"

Dean nodded and then Sam stepped in before Dean could retort and said, "Some people are afraid of seran wrap."

"But you could tie that in with air." Dean told his brother, pointing a finger at him and grinning because he'd just won that argument…yeah…except he hadn't.

"But the fear itself isn't air—it is the seran wrap—so not all fears are elemental." I replied, and couldn't resist holding up my hand, grinning more when Sam in fact high-fived it like I was hoping he would. "You can argue that they don't want to be suffocated, but maybe it's the creepy way it clings to everything!"

Dean sighed and shook his head, smirking slightly as I checked out his torso. "So we need to find an elemental demon?"

I nodded, and then started to search the Internet for elemental demons, and all I found were sites for Charmed about Barbos, the Fear Demon. It made me laugh a little quietly, mainly because for some reason looking up demons and finding movies and TV shows reminded me of all the little, silly, random games Jen and I used to make up on hunts to keep ourselves entertained. Hunting was one of those things that Jen and I did because we could, and we rarely went far out of our way to stop something when we knew there were plenty of other hunters out there that could the job just as well or better than we could. Then I found an ancient legend about a man with black wings and an angelic face that preys on the fears of humans, and I decided that it was definitely a better bet than Barbos, so I got up and showed the Internet page to Dean and he nodded slowly.

"Does he have a name?" Dean asked me, searching the page with his eyes.

I turned the screen back to face me and shrugged, shaking my head dismally. "If he does, I'm not finding it."

Sam sighed rather loudly from his heap of nothing in front of him too. "All right…can you call Jen and ask her if she knows anything?"

I beamed at him and dialed Jen's number, closing the top of my laptop and holding up my finger to the boys, going out of the hotel room and standing in the hall. There were things I wanted to talk to her about that weren't related to the 'hunt' at all, and I certainly didn't want the boys to be aware of how perverted I was. It had been a miracle enough to get them to bring me with them, but if they caught wind that I was seriously this close to trying to coerce them into a threesome, it would all be over right then and there and I'd be headed back to Lawrence. So when Jen picked up on the other line, I beat her to the punch line without giving her time to answer or to think.

"I had to take a cold shower today because I want to sleep with both of them really bad." I told her quickly, laughing the joke off and taking a deep breath. "And on another note, I was supposed to call you to ask you about a hunt Sam thinks he found but we're stuck on, Miss Research-Guru."

Jen laughed at that. "Trying to butter me up you horny little freak?"

I blushed and nodded furiously. "I'm trying to butter you up soooo much."

"Well I'm in the middle of solving a case of freak fires, but I guess that I can go ahead and look something up for you since you're research-impaired." Jen told me, and I laughed with her, waiting until I heard the familiar 'hey look, I've got something' sound come from her. "Okay, I know that if you're looking for elemental fear demons, you're probably looking at a sort of shape shifter, but not an actual shape-shifter because this thing though genetically different and driven, is like a…demon mimic. You can kill them by shooting them in the heart with a silver bullet, but they need to have their bodies burned, or they'll just come back."

I nodded. "All right. Thanks, babe…I love you, Jenny, you know that?"

My best friend laughed and I knew she was nodding. "I love you too, Lan."

xxxx

Our search came to a dead end, and so we went to Wisconsin, and I called Jen, and she came and hung out with me because this was her kind of gig—it dealt with water spirits, and Jen was good with those. I pretty much just knew the basics about this case because I hadn't been focusing much lately, and so I wasn't quite sure what was going on. My brain was all jumbled because I'd taken to dreaming about the Winchester brothers, and my showers were pretty much always cold these days. Jen just joked and called me a perv all the time, except when the boys were around, and then she just called me one using her eyes instead of her mouth.

"Let's see, what do I know about this case?" I repeated Jen's question and then nodded slowly. "Well the victim's name was Sophie Carlton. I talked to her brother, Will, yesterday and he said he saw something drag her into the water…he was cute, let me tell you."

Jen just giggled and shook her head. "I don't know what I'm going to do with you. Ever since you lost your virginity to the man slut, you've been a little too flirty. I mean flirty, yes, you always have been, but I think some of him rubbed off on you."

"And in me." I told her, both of us laughing even though she rolled her eyes at me. "Sorry…maybe you're right…that was one sick, hilarious joke that I should have kept to myself." I leaned back into the motel couch and then focused back to the task at hand. "What did you come up with?"

"I talked to the sheriff and his daughter's son, Lucas, is pretty shaken up. You see his father was one of the victims. I came back to do some research, and I found out that there have been 3 drowning victims this year, 6 more over the last 35 years, and their bodies were never recovered." Jen explained to me as I nodded and pointed to the screen on my laptop as she showed me the webpage with some articles on it about the drownings.

"It says here that Christopher was married to Andrea, and he took Lucas out swimming; Lucas was on a floating wooden platform when Chris drowned. It took 2 hours before the kid got rescued. That has to be hard." I said sadly, making a face. "That poor kid is so completely scarred right now…this mean we have to check out the creepy lake?"

Jen nodded and I sighed, getting up to grab my coat since it was nippy out, Jen still on my laptop looking up some things as I got ready to head out. That was my Jen…always researching even when we got to the point where we pretty much knew what was going on and how to deal with it. She was just one of those people that beat the horse even when it was dead—nothing was too carefully planned, too researched, or too explained as far as Jen was concerned, and I loved that we differed in that way. While she relied mostly on the facts and the logic, I relied on my gut—it's what made us such a terrific crime-fighting team…if of course, you know…we fought crime…

"Lan?" Jen asked me as I handed over her coat as well and asked what was up now. "It says here Will died today—I think it's a family tie."

I sighed. "Why do the hot ones always have to bite the dust?"

Jen rolled her eyes at me but couldn't help but laugh, and then she took her coat from me and we hurried to the lake to test out whatever theory was in Jen's head right then. We got there just in time to see Bill Carlton leaving, and we saw Sam and Dean and I smiled and then decided to pretend I was more interested in the lake than in them. If I was ever going to survive Jen leaving my side and not having anyone to talk to about me being a horny perv, I was going to need to learn self control where the boys were concerned.

"Wow, it's such a pretty lake…do you two come around often?" I asked, mentally chastising myself for having to slip into a joke.

Dean smiled at me though. "Only when we know beautiful women will show up. So what brings you here finally?"

I shrugged and gazed down at the water, trying to regain my position. "I just like the scenery. Jen's the one with the answers."

It was in that moment that I looked over at Jen and saw the looks that she was giving Sam, and I suddenly realized that I was jealous. She knew my dilemma, but since I always complained about how I couldn't jeopardize anything by being with either of them lately, I really couldn't complain. Still, why did she have to be interested in Sam when I was interested in Sam? Wasn't that breaking some kind of non-existent best friends code or something…liking the same guy? Whatever—I already told myself that I wasn't going to go there and so I was going to get over it.

"You swim often?" Dean asked me, and I stopped looking between Jen and Sam and looked him in the eye.

"Nah. I just think lakes are pretty." I told him with a wink, trying to mask the feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Dean winked back and nodded. "Well it's a good thing you don't swim often, because otherwise you might drown. You know, there have been several people who have drowned lately—know anything about it, or is Jen keeping you in the dark about the details you refuse to learn?"

I looked at him and our hazel eyes met, and I smiled at him genuinely, telling myself for the umpteenth time that I was not getting in the Winchesters' pants. We were simply hunters that were working together, and this whole different gender thing didn't have to be childish if we didn't make it that way. Dean stood a little bit closer to me and I sensed the tension in the air suddenly and smile a little, looking up and making direct eye contact with Sam, both of us sharing a quick smile before I turned my attention back to Dean.

"I am actually quite aware that there's a family connection. Jen didn't have to spell that one out for me." I told Dean with a big grin. "So what exactly brought you guys here? Working on the same part of the case as we are? I thought we split up the different parts since there were four of us."

"Scenery." Dean answered with a shrug, him and me beaming at each other.

I nodded, raising my eyebrows up and down. "Just scenery? Not the mysterious angry spirit in the lake?"

"Well that too, but we have different sources." Sam explained and then shrugged playfully. "Besides, you know Dean—he hates research."

Sam and I laughed and Jen started to explain about the Carlton's and then Dean had to point out the sheriff and he was connected to, Sam nodding. Dean had to remind us that he was just as smart as Sam was, and since Jen was picking up on my annoyance that she was flirting with Sam, she decided to just focus on the hunt. I felt kind of bad being the bitch that I was being at that particular moment, and so I took a deep breath and then decided to go ahead and close this case too.

"I think you should take a look at this and tell me just how angry this spirit is." I told Jen, trying to appeal to her and her knowledge of water spirits. "Of course we can't really tell by just looking now can we?"

"Jump in it." Jen told me.

I turned to her. "So you want me to jump in, and if I don't die, it isn't just lashing out?"

Jen nodded as she shrugged a little bit. "Pretty much…yeah."

"All right. I'm trusting you because you would never let anything truly bad happen to me." I replied, and then took my shirt off, revealing a red halter swimsuit top, and then took off my pants, jumping into the water and then surfacing and wiping the water away, treading it. "How long do you want me to stay like this?"

"Longer if you actually take your clothes off." Dean smirked, Sam smacking him in the arm as I splashed him with water and Jen turned and sat down on the edge of the pier and looked at me.

"Only a couple more moments." Jen said…because if you're gonna get naked, I want to not be here to see it.

"Oh you know you want my body!" I told her as I laughed loudly, her shrugging and laughing too as Dean made a surprised and yet pleased face. "It's kind of freezing in here, Jenny…and why aren't you coming in—besides only wanting one of us in danger in case your theory flops?"

Jen shrugged and replied, "I wasn't going to take my clothes off in front of them."

Dean and I laughed, Sam joining in only softer, and after I got out of the water and started to wring my hair out, Sam came over to double check that I was okay. We were seriously in the middle of some really messed up love square, and it was started to feel kind of juvenile, so I grasped Sam's hand to let him know I was fine, and then wrapped the towel Jen handed me around myself, standing closest to Jen. This was going to be a really interesting ride for me if I stuck it out with Sam and Dean, and I was actually looking forward to it, because I still felt connected to them.

"This spirit obviously wants revenge." I told the three of them as we looked at the lake. "And not just any kind of revenge…Lucas and Jake are in some serious trouble since they're the closest relatives."

Jen sighed loudly and nodded. "We have a job to do, then. Come on, Lan, lets get you all dried off and proper to talk to Lucas' mother."

Dean and Sam nodded and headed off to talk to her, and that was when we found out that the spirit had taken Jake the next day. The spirit was none other than Peter, a young boy that Bill and Jake had accidentally killed when they were younger, and it would no longer terrorize anyone. All it wanted was its revenge and once Jake was dead, there was no one else to lash out at, and the spirit could rest in peace.

"Well I need to be getting home then." Jen told us as we all stood near the Impala. "That was fun, and I feel like I helped, and so I need to go home now."

"Why?" Sam asked her after a moment. "I mean you're a valued part of our strange new team."

Jen smiled at him and shook her head. "My parents—they expect me home soon, and I'm the only thing they have left. I have to be with them, and honestly I don't like hunting so much…I only do it when I have to cause it's close to me, or when Lan asks me to help."

Sam nodded and gave her a soft smile. "I understand."

I hugged Jen and then turned to the boys. "I'm going to see her off, and meet you back at the motel—don't turn down the covers without me."

Note: Lana is my favorite and while originally this was a love triangle, this isn't really a love triangle anymore. Lana and Dean are my babies and they have their problems, but Sam isn't one of them and I don't want to do that to the three of them at all. Feedback is always appreciated!