"Oh good god," Rhiannon didn't even want to open her eyes yet. She was groggy and didn't remember too terribly much. There was the girl from the bar, more shots of Jack, she got in argument with Dean about…she wasn't sure, she thought it might have been about how to pick up chicks. More shots of Jack. Who paid for all those shots? She remembered, vaguely, explaining to them the difference between a lesbian and a… well whatever she was.

Then she started using her brain. She was warm, not uncomfortably so, but warmer than she should be under a blanket.

"Oh god…" It started to register with her that she wasn't entirely alone. She barely opened one eye and saw…

Darkness.

That was because her face was buried in someone's neck. Someone's hair was in her eyes and it wasn't her own. Someone's arm was under her neck and around her shoulders. Someone smelled very nice, with just a hint of Jack Daniel's, though she suspected that had permeated the room. Her hand was on someone's rippling abs.

"Oh god oh god what have I done?" she whispered and slowly started to pull away.

Someone grunted and rolled over, throwing their other arm around her too. Sam nuzzled up closer to her. Her brain whirred and clicked as she tried to remember exactly what had happened that night. She was excited to realize, that maybe Sam didn't have a shirt on, but he did still have pants, a belt, socks, and she hoped underwear. She was still fully clothed, minus her flip flops and earrings.

"Ok, so far so good," she started to ease down under the covers, it seemed the easiest way out. She slid all the way down, trying very hard not to grope Sam, to the end of the bed and then out of the covers and off the bed.

Sam started to stir. Dean, who was in the other bed, opened his eyes. Yep she had slept in their room last night.

"Oh god," she bolted for the bathroom. She was going to be sick. She thought it was because of the jalapeno bacon pizza and the Jack put together, but there was the possibility it was because of the situation she had gotten herself into.

Someone knocked on the bathroom door, 'Oh god,' she thought to herself. That was her phrase of the day.

"Are you ok? Do you need a towel or a glass of water or anything?" Dean sounded genuinely concerned.

"No…no… I'm… I'm fine. I think I'm going to take a shower… I feel dirty," she said, on her knees, hunched over the toilet.

"Ok, do you need a change of clothes?"

She padded herself down, she didn't have her room key, "Ah yeah, but not Sam's, he's like four times my size."

"Yeah, I've got some extra tight shirts, you can probably wear one of those. I'll rummage for some shorts or something…" Dean walked away from the door, his bare feet making soft padding noises on the carpet.

Rhiannon stayed hunched over for a few minutes until she heard Sam wake up, talking to Dean. She was glad she had stayed over the toilet for a while. She wiped her mouth and washed her face and cranked on the shower. She considered disappearing. She could just Poof! skip town and never see them again and avoid the sure awkwardness she would have to face if she just walked back out there after her shower.

She stayed in the shower as long as possible, which turned out to be about 50 minutes, then the hot water ran out. She hated cold water. If she just disappeared now, they'd freak, there were no windows in the bathroom, they'd know something was up with her. She shut off the icy water and snatched a towel off the shelf. She dried her hair and her body and used up the entire bottle of complimentary lotion.

"Friggin mini lotion!" she tried very hard not to scream and chucked the empty bottle across the bathroom. She used the mini mouthwash, which was only good for four rinses, and chucked that across the bathroom too. She looked around and realized they hadn't snuck in while she was in the shower to give her new clothes.

She cracked the bathroom door and peeked out, "Ah Dean?"

"He went to go get coffee, said he didn't want me driving his baby all hungover," Sam looked miserable. He had managed to change his clothes, adding a shirt to his ensemble. "I hope he gets donuts too…"

"Oh god donuts would be awesome," she groaned and stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, forgetting herself momentarily. "Er, he said he was going to get me a change of clothes?"

Sam's cheeks were a vibrant red, his eyes fixated on the floor, "Oh, ah yeah um," He looked around and found a pile of clothes on the dresser. He snatched them up and handed them to her quickly. Unfortunately for him, he was so much bigger than her that he could still see most of her towel-encased body. She was so much smaller than him. He could probably just pick her up and toss her…

"Here you go," he mumbled.

"Thanks Sam," she grabbed them and darted back into the bathroom. She changed quickly into Dean's "extra tight" button down white shirt, which was still too big for her, so she left the bottommost buttons undone. She slid into his pair of black basketball shorts and had to pull the drawstring on them as tight as she could, they were still too big so she rolled them up until they came down to her knees. She hurried because she wanted to talk to Sam before Dean came back.

When she came back out he was sitting on the couch with the television on, though he clearly wasn't actually watching it. She felt awkward as all hell, unsure of what to do next. So she plopped down on the couch, pulling her feet up onto it and sat in the lotus position.

"Sam, what do you remember about last night?" she stared at her hands in her lap.

"Ah well, after that girl left we had more shots. We got dessert and hung around for another hour or so, we had more shots again. Once we got back here, you schooled us both in poker and Dean went to sleep pretty quick after that, so we kept playing,"

"So you remember everything?" she cut him off.

Sam nodded. "Pretty much yeah, you don't?"

"No, I don't normally drink that much,"

"Yeah you two had way more to drink than I did."

"Anything else?"

"Not really…" Sam trailed off and fixed his eyes on the floor.

"What do you mean not really Sam?"

Dean came back in the door, coffee in hand. They both leapt off the couch.

"Oh thank god," Rhiannon exclaimed, yanking one of the cups out of the carrier.

"No donuts?" Sam asked, taking one of the other cups and sat back down on the couch.

"Ah no, should I have gotten some?" Dean took a swig off the remaining cup.

"Would have been awesome, but don't worry about it," Sam said, picking up the remote and flipping to the news.

"No, now that you've said it, I want donuts too. What kind do you like Rhiann?" Dean picked his keys back up off the table.

"Chocolate, with nuts, and if you make a nut joke I'll punch you. I don't feel like it today."

Neither of the boys could help but giggle.

"Right, Rhiann wants nuts on hers, ok," Dean turned around and went right back out the door.

"Sam, what do you mean not," she stopped.

The news had just come back from commercial. There had been another death in the park. Though they didn't specify, Rhiann had a hunch it would be just like the rest. Drained off all blood, with some small burns, and not a clue as to who did it.

"Er, wow, that's creepy," Sam said. He actually sounded convincing, not that he was fooling Rhiannon.

"SAM!" she hollered. She was getting really sick of his evasiveness.

"Look, nothing happened. I told you to take my bed, and you did. But you got upset when I was going to sleep on the couch. You said I should sleep in my own bed, you wanted the couch… Look I don't really know but, long story short, we …ah," Sam was hesitant, staring absently at the mirror on the wall.

"Sam are you serious!" she was completely floored.

"We both slept in my bed, but I swear nothing happened! I didn't touch you! I'm not like that!" he looked absolutely desperate. Was he really trying to convince her that he didn't make a move?

"Oh, Sammy… Jesus, you don't have to worry so much. I know you would never do anything like that. You don't seem like the taking advantage of drunk chicks type," she wondered if she should tell him that he did sort of touch her. Did it really mean anything that she woke up snuggled up with him?

She decided no. He didn't want her, so it wasn't really relevant. Besides, it would just make him feel bad. It was better to let this one go, he didn't need to know. It would just cause problems, which was the last thing any of them needed. It was starting to seem more and more likely that she would have to work with Sam and Dean to catch this apparent serial killer, or was it killers? No idea.

"So… you're not mad?" Sam looked up at her, finally.

"No, are you?" she was terrified to look back at him but she did. And she got that frozen in time feeling again. Why was she absolutely entranced by him? Well aside from the puppy dog eyes and the incredible body and how sweet and caring he was and his utter innocence when it came to just about anything but hunting and pain. And oh the pain, the poor thing had suffered so much, he deserved to have someone…

'Oh for the love of god Rhiann, stop it!' she shook her head.

"No, I'm not mad at you for letting me sleep in my bed… So we're ok?" Sam was giving her the puppy dog eyes without even realizing it.

"Of course we're ok Sam," she almost wanted to cry and she hated herself for it. She was being weak, falling to pieces over something that almost happened with a boy that almost liked her, a boy that she was lying to every second of every day. She snapped out of it when she heard a muscled engine returning to the parking lot.

"Please don't tell Dean," Sam whispered, begging.

"I won't as long as you won't,"

"He really likes you, you know,"

Rhiannon opened her mouth to respond but shut it the second the door opened.

"Who loves you baby?" Dean smiled that big self-satisfied smile he had as he kicked the door shut. He had the biggest box of donuts either of them had ever seen.

Sam and Rhiannon sprang off the couch almost instantaneously as Dean set his haul down on the table. The three of them downed the rest of their coffee, and of the two-dozen donuts they left only three survivors.

"So how are you feeling this morning Dean?" Rhiannon asked as she stuffed her last bite of chocolate nut covered donut into her mouth.

"Oh, I'm not as bad as you were. I got a headache and all, but I'm a big boy."

"What are you implying, that I'm not a big boy?" she eyeballed him, faking a pissed off look.

"Well I hope you're not a big boy," Dean chuckled.

"Don't feel bad Rhiann, you drank just as much as Dean and you probably weigh half as much, you did good," Sam grinned, white powder still on his lips.

Rhiann tried her hardest not to think about how badly she wanted to kiss the sugar sweetness off of his utterly delicious-looking lips. 'Damn it' she thought, 'this has got to stop.'

"Don't patronize me Sam. It must have been all the cheese and ice cream I had when we were drinking," she mumbled, looking down at her stomach. She felt stuffed full of donuts.

"Whatever you say Rhiann," Sam gave her that same mocking grin before his demeanor visibly dropped. He turned to Dean, "Did you hear? People are getting killed in the parks around here. Apparently they found another body this morning."

"Ah, creepy," Dean said, sounding a little less convincing than Sam.

If she hadn't known better, she'd totally be falling for the act these boys were putting on. They were damn good liars when they really wanted to be.

"Alright boys, cut the crap. Have you figured out what's draining people in the parks? It sure isn't vampires, this is too close to surgical to be vampires. If we don't figure this shit out by tonight, someone else is probably going to die. I mean, it hasn't been happening every night, but I think with more and more of their own people dying, more and more of them are going to show up. But the thing is, I think they're getting ambushed the second they set foot here, so they don't stand a chance. So what are we going to do about it?" All the nervousness she had been harbouring faded into the background as she snapped into hunter mode. Right now, nothing mattered but stopping this. It was time to get down to business.