"He said what to you?" Jo was leaning on my kitchen counter as I fumbled in my sad fridge for some kind of comfort food.

I came back empty and even more upset, "He'll see me tomorrow. Creepy right?"

"Extremely creepy' or extremely romantic."

"It's weird how those two can be mixed up so many times." I slam the fridge closed and slump against its door. "Probably for the longest time guys thought it was romantic to follow a girl home and throw rocks at her window."

Jo laughs at me and we sit down on my couch, I give her the remote and close my eyes, "Was he cute?"

"So damn hot Jo, he had tattoos."

I can feel her move in her seat to look at me, "Did you show him yours?" I can't stop the small smile that sneaks its way past my lips but I hear Jo laugh and hit my arm, "You dog." We sit in silence for a while, mostly just watching the changing channels fly by. The Jo seems to settle on something and she looks over to me, "But it's still weird, considering you've basically been solo for the past three years."

"I've had sex in those three years Jo." I'm frowning now, because maybe it has been a while since I got laid. Not three years, but closet to maybe six months. "And with work and my car…" Jo rolls her eyes but doesn't say anything else. I move my legs to the side and nudge her feet. "What?" I know she's holding something back and I want to hear what she has to say.

"You never really talk about why you don't date and now what seems like a good guy is here and you don't seem to want to give him a chance."

"Yeah because every guy that is interested in me I should swoon for." Again she rolls her eyes and looks back at the TV, "I just don't think that I'm the kind of person that can have a good relationship. In the past…I haven't made good decisions. I did things without thinking about the consequences and I may have been to jail." Jo's eyes go wide and I laugh, "Not my fault and no I'm not telling you about it. I'm just saying I can't make good decisions ever so why try and find someone I'm going to spend the rest of my life with?" My stomach rumbles and I put a pillow over my lap to quiet it. The clock on my wall becomes loud for no reason and when I look back at Jo I know why. She's muted the TV. "No click flick moments." I warn.

But Jo, to my complete shock, doesn't try to talk to me about my issues. Instead she just stares at me and a grin slowly starts to creep up her face, "What did you do to get in jail?"

"Seriously?" I asked, "That's all you got from that?"

Jo moves some of the hair out of her face and smiles at me, it's starting to get creepy. "You have relationship issues. I get that. But I'm also not a therapist so anything I say is probably worth nothing. Now tell me why you were in jail."

Sunday morning I wake up to the sound of my phone buzzing and I hold back the urge to throw it against a wall. The clock on the wall says it's a little after nine and I want to burn the world. Instead I roll over and grab my phone, unplugging it from the wall in the process. There's a text message from Charlie and I debate ignoring it and going back to sleep but the last time I did that she came over with Anna and they screamed in my ears. I'm never going through that again.

The screen is too bright and I have to squint to just look at it, "Call me at 5:01 exactly." That was it. I text her back a quick "ok" and groan into my pillow.

There's no chance of sleep now so I throw off my sheets and stumble into the kitchen. Coffee seems like a good idea, but the idea of waiting for it makes me debate making any. After a few minutes of just standing in the kitchen I put a pot on and go to take a shower while I wait.

It's noon when I finally leave my apartment and decide to wander around downtown. My stomach rumbles and I realize I should eat, because I haven't in a while. However when I reach in my pocket for my wallet I come back empty handed; I almost throw a bitch fit right there on the sidewalk. Someone passes by me and I wipe the angry glare from my face and just stand there thinking about how Charlie was right. I guess sometimes carrying a purse like a normal girl would come in handy.

That doesn't mean it's actually going to happen, it's just the lack of food getting to my brain. I take my cell phone out of my pocket and scroll down until I see Charlie's name on the screen. I press the call button and turn down a street that I think will lead me to her cooperate office. She answers on the second ring, "It's not 5:01."

"Hello to you too Charlie."

"Hello princess." Her voice sounds distant, like she's not really listening to the conversation.

I switch my phone to my other hand, "Are you busy?"

"Kind of-hacking into-something." Her voice is clipped and I stop walking and stare at nothing in particular. I can practically see her, with two key boards and two computer screens sitting in front of her just lost in codes. "Did you need anything?"

I shh my stomach and smile, "It can wait."

"Alright, remember 5:01 exactly." She hangs up and I start to walk again, with no real purpose other than just being outside. I consider walking back to my building and grabbing my wallet, but I'm sure if I get back to my apartment then I'll just stay inside all day playing some violent video game.

But without any money I'll have no reason to be outside.

Home it is.

It takes me almost 45 minutes to walk back to my building and I don't even remember where I was planning on going.

I spend the rest of the afternoon killing everything in my line of sight. Jo left her copy of hunter over here and I'm beating every high school she set and I can almost hear myself yelling at the people in the background to back me up and I don't know what's worse. The fact that I'm so into the game that I don't hear the knocking at the door, or that when I do realize that someone's knocking I momentarily forget where I am.

I look at the clock and see that it's almost five so I pause the game and wait for 5:01 exactly to call Charlie. She answers with a sign, "Oh high pastor Jim." She chimes and I try to hold in a laugh., she covers the phone to say something to someone in the background and I snort. She comes back to the phone and talks as if I were her pastor, "Yes I can do that."

I start singing to her, and the only song that I could think of right now that could possibly make her laugh is the edited version of Legolos's 'They're Taking the Hobbits to Isengard.'

"I'll be there right away." She doesn't so much as giggle.

I rake the hair out of my face and shove the phone back into my pocket. The knocking starts again and I growl at it before opening the door. Only to close it after seeing who it is.

Then I open it again.

And close it.

This time I keep it open. And I wish that maybe the guns from the game could somehow appear in my hands.

"What the fuck." It's Cas that says it, not me, but I feel like he took the words right out of my mouth. "I just-Garth says keep it down."

He turns to leave and I have no idea what to say and somehow I just blurt out whatever comes out, word vomit, "Who the hell is Garth?"

A small mouse of a man peeks his head out of the door next to mine and sort of smiles, "That'll be me ma'am."

"Don't ma'am me." Garth comes out of his apartment completely now and stands next to Cas. He glances between us and raises his eyebrows.

"Is it just me, or is there some kind of tension here?"

Cas's ears turn red and I glare at Garth, "Probably just you." He doesn't catch my tone and instead he smiles at me and reaches out his hand.

"Nice to meet you." I grab his hand and shake back. I don't look at Cas, who seems to have gone mute, "When did you move in? Was it recent?"

"Nah, I think I was here before you." He smiles and adjusts the old baseball cap he's wearing.

Oh. "Well don't take it personally; I don't really talk to anyone. I'm kind of a bitch." I smile and Garth laughs, but when Castiel snorts I turn to him, eyes wide. He looks just as surprised as Garth and I do.

"What the hell man?" Garth doesn't even know me, yet he looks completely offended.

"Sorry." Cas looks at his feet and shrugs his shoulders, "I'm probably the bitch." He looks up at me and smiles and Garth laughs. I don't smile back.

"You are."

This time Garth must notice my tone and he glances back towards his open door, "I think I hear my phone ringing." I don't hear anything, "It was nice to finally meet my neighbor." He turns to Cas and puts his hand on one of Cas's shoulders. It looks ridiculous, "I think it's going to be a personal call. Why don't you hang back here for a few minutes?"

Before Cas or I can say anything else Garth is gone and his door is slammed shut. I look at Cas, his hands shoved in his pockets. He looks lost and for a moment I'm about to ask him inside, then my actual thoughts kick in. "Well, it wasn't nice to see you."

There's a foot keeping my door open, "I'm not stalking you."

I open the door back up, "Yeah, I know. Considering how that guy knows you."

"Dean?"

"What?" I growl.

He looks like he's debating something in his head and I'm about to shove him away from my door when he finally speaks up, "Why did you leave yesterday?"

I push down my blush, but I can feel my stomach summersault and I plaster on a fake grin. "Well normally when a place of business is closed you leave it."

"Not what I meant."

"I know." He doesn't say anything, and I can feel him standing over me. It's not menacing, but it's starting to get creepy with all the staring.