Chapter 3:

Startled, I turn around and find myself staring into the incredibly green eyes of Dean Winchester. Dean I had to say was an incredibly good looking man, and he knew it too, disheveled spiked hair, and jawlines that could cut diamonds; he was a little shorter than his brother, but that was still tall. He had an approving look on his face, inspecting me from my feet all the way up to my face, taking his damn good time about it. I recognized Sam, but he really changed, from a young scrawny boy with scraps on in his knees, trying to keep up with his brother, to an over six foot, muscular young man with hair that came down just past his ear. He had a welcoming feel around him and I immediately felt, I dont know, safer. He looked a bit embarrassed as he glared at his brother.

"Sorry about him Jamie, he has no shame." Sam said glancing over at me, "It's nice to see you, and how long has it been?"

"Probably a bit over 15 years Sam, and don't worry I've handled worse than him." I said smiling sweetly at Dean. Dean rolled his eyes and starting chatting with Ash.

Sam and I got two beers and started talking and catching up. He told me the real story of how he got back into hunting, poor guy; he was so close to a normal life. I told him about Mom and how Dad shot himself last year, we exchanged sympathies and bonded over how messed up our lives were. We got along really well, we made jokes about how funny our relatives could be when drunk, and recalled the times when we were children. Dean joined us about an hour in to our conversation.

"So Jamie, what's this case you need help with?" Dean's words were slurred together, and I could smell the beer on his breath.

"Dean, if I tell you now you are not gonna remember a single word I say next morning, I guarantee it. How about you two get some rest and we will start tomorrow?" I said, having nine years of experience with my Dad. Sam recognized this and put his hand over mine, I was surprised at the gesture but smiled at him anyway. Dean looked at our hands and winked at his brother and I quickly pulled away, glancing over quickly to see Sam's disappointed expression. I felt bad, which was strange, so I patted his hand and smiled at him. I saw his expression lighten and he gave me the most amazing smile.

'This has never happened before, am I flirting? Is this flirting?' I rapidly thought to myself. Dean started drunkenly searching for his keys and started to head for the door. I got up to follow him; he had no idea where he was going! Sam grabbed my arm and held up the pickpocketed keys with a mischievous smile, I guess he has to deal with this a lot too. I laughed and sat back down and waited for Dean to come back in.

"So, are there any motels nearby?" Sam asked.

"Actually, the case were working is at the only motel nearby. There have been three strange deaths in the past two weeks. So they closed it down." I said, fiddling with the edge of a napkin.

"Oh, OK," Sam said, "Does Ellen have any room here?"

"I asked, everyone came here when it closed down." I said, blushing a little bit. I couldn't look him in the face.

"Hey, it's fine, Dean and I could sleep in the Impala, its not like we haven't before." I could hear his voice speed up, trying to make me feel better.

"No, no!" I said cutting him off, "I have a blow-up mattress and I can sleep on the couch." I said as I looked up, finally looking him in the eye. He was looking as me curiously with a crooked smile on his face. Suddenly he leaned in, and our lips met.