Disclaimer: Supernatural = Not mine…Me = Sad about that…

A/N: Thanks to all the people reading this story, it really makes my day to come home and get an email that someone new put this either as their favorite story or on their alerts. As you can tell this story is updated…really whenever I have time. I go to a school that doesn't give homework so I update fairly soon I think, but my birthday is Thursday and me and my boyfriend's one year anniversary is on the same day, celebrating it Friday though. So I might no update till maybe Saturday or Sunday at the latest. Oh, btw, I would really love it if you sent some nice little reviews my direction, well, any type of reviews really. Sorry for the long rant, on with the story!

Missy walked into her room, placed her bag down on the floor next to the bed, and walked towards the door to the boys' room.

"Why didn't we just get one room?" Dean complained as she got into their room and flopped on one of the beds.

"Because that would mean either you two would have to share a bed or someone would sleep on the floor." She said and he pouted.

"Or we could sleep in the same bed…" He smiled and she rolled her eyes.

"Because Dean, nothing good can from it, we would keep each other up arguing over nonsense, then I would probably end up on the floor anyways…"She replied and Sam laughed slightly.

"We would not argue!" Dean remarked and Missy laughed herself.

"What are we doing right now then?" She countered. Dean opened his mouth as to say something but closed it when he couldn't find anything to say; instead he laid on the bed next to her. She smiled and so did he, and they could feel the tension that had been building up since the last time they saw each other. Dean rolled on his side to face the girl and put his and on her waist, in which she did not remove. Sam stood awkwardly and cleared his throat to remind his brother that he was still in the room. He quickly turned around and gave him a look that said "yo, give me a minute alone" and Sam rolled his eyes.

"If you want to be alone, then go in her room, I am going to get ready for bed." His voice was dripping with annoyance as they walked into her room. Dean closed the door and she sat on her bed, not knowing what to expect. He followed her, sat on her bed, and they looked each other in the eyes.

"Why did you want to be alone?" She questioned, laying down on her back and stared at the ceiling, trying to get rid of the thoughts running through her head.

"I dunno, I just wanted to talk to you, alone. I haven't seen you in a while and we need to catch up." He shrugged and laid down next to her, his smile different than the usual smirk he wore. Somehow it was more sincere.

"What do you wanna talk about?" She asked and turned to face him. She felt as if the scene was missing something, and it clicked in her head. She went to her bag and pulled out her ipod and speakers, turning it on and started playing Journey. Dean smiled and started singing along to "Ask the Lonely"

"I dunno, what were you up to for the past year and a half." He asked and she smiled and laid down next to him again.

"Well, you know how my parents left for Europe, well, I have just been bouncing between hunting partners till I finally said 'fuck it' and decided to go alone…well, until I met up with you guys." She said as Dean looked her up and down and placed his hand on her hip again. She smiled and moved closer towards him and he maneuvered his body so he was still laying on his side but with his arm on the bed so she could rest her head on his bicep.

"I know about that, we do talk on the phone, I mean, how have you been lately, any fuckers who I need to kick their ass because God knows you never kiss and tell." He said and she looked up at him. She couldn't believe he was asking if she had any boyfriends along the way.

"You know how I feel about dating on the job, plus there was a time that I stopped talking to anyone, other than Sam and Bobby…"She quietly remarked. He looked down curiously at her and then he understood.

"While I was 6 feet under?" He said and she nodded, suddenly the door swung open and Sam as standing there looking tired.

"I'm going to go get some food, you guys want anything?" He asked, trying to hide the fact that he just walked in on them looking very close.

"No, I'm okay, what about you?" Dean replied, then looked at Missy.

"Please tell me you're going to a burger place." She asked and he nodded, "Then I want a chicken burger with no mayo, onion rings, and fries."

Dean looked at her with surprise and so did Sam.

"What? I haven't eaten all day!" She explained and Sam left the room, then his room.

"You sure eat a lot…"He said and he play-smacked him. She returned to her comfortable position and closed her eyes. They were usually this close, unless they were fighting, which in the past there was more fighting than cuddling.

"Shut up." She smiled and curled up closer. She breathed in his body wash and nearly fainted. She sighed and looked back up to him to catch him looking back at her.

"I really did miss you." He said and he held her close. "You never did answer my question."

"About all the guys you need to go beat up for me?" She said playfully. He chuckled and hugged her close.

"Yeah, any asses that needs to be kicked?" He replied. Missy took it as him asking if she was still single.

"Well, there was this one guy Eric…" She said and her voice got quiet.

"Eric huh? Who's he?" He asked and she closed her eyes and gulped. She pressed her boy against him so there was no gap between them.

"We were…partners on a few jobs, I liked him…but he was killed by the evil son-of-a-bitch we were hunting. I watched him get torn up…" She choked and he could feel her sadness. He held her close and looked down at her.

"You know you're my only exception to my no chick flick moments right." Dean said sympathetically.

"Sorry, I'm sorry…" She said, not looking at him. She hated when she cried, and she hated it even more when people saw her doing it.

"About what? Look, it's okay to be sad about those types of things; you don't think I felt sad when my dad died, when Sammy died…" He said and looked her straight in the eyes. He wasn't very comfortable talking about this subject but he was trying for her.

"Thanks for comforting me and stuff, but I really don't want to talk about it right now." She said quietly and pulled away. He laid there on the bed not knowing what to say, or if he was supposed to even say anything, like he said, he didn't do very many chick flick moments.

"You know what you could use though…" He said and she turned to face him, the tears now wiped cleanly away. She shrugged and looked confused.

"What?" She questioned and he gave her a sly smile. She swore to herself that if he suggested sex he was getting punched.

"There was a small arcade downstairs, you wanna go test out your pinball wizard skills?" His smile soon caught on her lips and she nodded.

"Yeah yeah, I need something to get my mind off of well…my life right now, just let me change." She said and he stayed on the bed. Missy rolled her eyes and walked around the bed to face him.

"What?" He said, staring up at her.

"Oh nothing, I just wanted to get naked that's all…" She said nonchalantly and bent over to grab new clothes, giving him a glance at what he could possibly "tap".

"Well don't stop on my behalf." He said and she smacked his leg. He finally rolled off and went to his room, not bothering to close the door.

"You're such a perv…" she joked and closed it the remainder of the way. She then took off her hunting clothes and slipped into a comfortable dress. It wasn't too elegant or fancy; God knows she would never willingly wear something so ridiculous. It was a simple halter that she deemed her "party dress", granted she only owned two dresses, that one and a black one she wore at funerals, which lately had been worn more often. The dress was just above knee height and was red with black polka-dots. She dug even deeper in her bag to find her one pair of heels and slipped them on.

"Gross…" She murmured under her breath as she looked at herself in the mirror. She took her hairbrush and quickly removed the rats nest that was slowly forming due to lack of brushing. She reapplied her eyeliner and skipped on all the other make-up mumbo jumbo. There was a knock on the boys' door. "It's safe." She replied.

A loud whistle was heard from the doorframe and Missy turned to see Dean leaning on his arm against it. She smiled and walked towards him, lifting the dress to reveal a hidden knife strapped to her thigh high on her leg.

"Easy there tiger, come on, lets go." She flirted and he nearly let out a moan of excitement. For some reason he couldn't resist a girl with a weapon.