"Hey Sammy, just checking up on you. Hope you're alright..." Dean didn't know what else to say so he just closed the cell phone and stared at it.

"You ok?" Looking up Reja stood next to him with two beers in hand. Nodding he looked back at his phone. "You sure?" She asked again sitting in front of him with a beer dangling in front of his face. "Keep lying and I drink both on my own," she said teasingly.

"Just called Sammy," he said simply as he grabbed the beer and took a large gulp from it.

"And?" She asked drinking from her own bottle.

"And nothing."

"Bullshit Winchester, your a lousy liar when it comes to your brother. Try again."

"I...I don't know."

"You miss you don't you?" She asked softly leaning forward on her knees and looking up at him. When he wouldn't look at her or respond, she got her answer. "There's nothing wrong with missing your little brother, Dean. It's normal and about as normal you'll ever get," Reja stated taking a swig of her beer. Dean just rolled his eyes at her and drank his beer, she was infuriating. "You love me," she said simply causing him to look at her and realize she somehow knew what he was thinking.

"How do you do that seriously? You a psychic?"

"Nah, I just think like you and know so well, unfortunately." She replied shrugging her shoulders and finishing her beer off.

"Where's the love birds?" He asked referring to her brother and girlfriend.

"They are inside," she stated simply knowing he'd catch her drift. "They are about as subtle as you are. Want another beer?"

"Do I have to brave to go inside to get one?"

"Nope. I was smart and brought a cooler packed, enough to get us through at least 1 round, maybe 2. but that'd be pushing it," she tossed over her shoulder as she walked back to the little cabin and grabbed the said cooler. "Start a fire will ya? I'm getting eaten alive but damned bugs." Laughing he started to make a bonfire and sat back with and drank.

"I was thinking about something," Reja started, still staring at the dancing colors in front of her.

"Oh no!" He joked but received a punch in the chest, "bout what?" He asked laughing.

"We should road trip, like what most people our age do."

"Road trip? Are you serious?" He laughed at the crazy idea.

"Why not? Us and the two inside, we'll trip and drink our way around the country."

"We already do that, dumb ass. How'd this be any different?"

"It'd be just the four of us hunting and doing it our way. Our old men are talking bout working together anyway, 6 people is too much to do a job unless its big. The two of them take off and do their thing while we go and party and do our thing. Think about it, we choose what to do, when to do. All the while drink and hit some great times! It's completely different from what we do already. This way we work but with the pleasure!" Reja finished smiling and quirking her eyebrow at him, as if daring him to find her wrong. Shaking his head he turned back to the fire and drank the rest of his beer. He thought about Reja's idea, he had to admit it did sound extremely appealing, and felt like he needed a break from his dad. Sure he loved the guy, in the best way he could, but since Sammy had taken for for college, John Winchester had been on edge and it was often taken out of Dean verbally.

Getting tired of waiting, Reja stood up and straddled her friends legs. Dean leaned back so they weren't completely bumping into each other. Instinctively he laid his arms on her thighs, after swiping her beer for a swig. "Come'on you know you need time away from the Corporal, and I've giving you the perfect excuse. You're just trying to be all brooding and Heath cliff like." Reja jabbed before taking her beer back and drinking some. She smiled when he Dean didn't look at her at first but then slowly started looking at her out of the corner of his eyes. "You know I'm right," she teased as her smile grew wider.

"Fine," Dean relented facing her fully, stealing her beer again and guzzling almost what was left of the contents. Reja's smile turned into, what he called, a shit eating grin that went along with her cocking her head in a triumphant movement. "You're fight dirty," he muttered, trying act as if he really didn't like the idea. Reja just cupped his face and pecked him on the lips, "like I said, dirty."

"No dirtier than you, Deanna." She threw back before pecking him again and then standing up and heading to the house. "Want another a beer?"

"Think its safe to get close?"

"They should be in intermission by now, enough time to grab a few more!" She yelled back as she reached the house porch. Dean just let out a little laugh and shook his head. If he ever wondered why they were friends, she just demonstrated it. She fought just as dirty as he would.