Heat of The Moment, Heat of The Moment, Heat of The Moment Shown In Her Eyes! Lydia woke up to the sound of music playing. She didn't know where she was. She sat up in the back seat of a car, an unfamiliar car. She looked around and found two people sitting in front of her. She remembered. Her brother was dead. Her Mom was dead. She had lost all of her family in a matter of hours. She had watched both of them have a 'hunter' funeral on top of a great fire. Sam and Dean had taken her with them.

"Look who's up!" Said a horribly cheerful voice. She looked to the front passenger seat to see Sam looking at her. He was smiling in a way that said I was sorry, but she didn't want an I'm sorry. She just wanted her family back.

She gave him a halfhearted smile and turned to the window.

"Do you need me to stop? Because there's a rest stop up ahead." Dean said.

"No. Thank you." She replied without removing her eyes from the passing country side. Sam and Dean glanced at each other.

"You see anything good?" Sam asked her.

"Just pastures."

"You okay kiddo?" Dean cut right to the point. She appreciated that.

"No." She said blankly.

No one talked for an hour after that. Lydia didn't show how upset she was, but inside, inside her entire being was screaming and cursing this unfair world. She wasn't aware of anything when Dean asked her a question.

"You guys hungry?" He glanced back at Lydia who was still looking out the right window. "Lydia, kiddo?" That snapped her out of it.

"Hmm?"

"You hungry? There's a burger joint about a mile up." He repeated.

"I'm fine." She replied.

"Well I'm starving." Sam said. "I wouldn't mind stretching my legs either."

"How 'bout we get you something and if you don't eat it, you don't eat it?" Dean could see how broken she was and was trying to lessen the pain as much as he could.

"Thank you." She managed a small smile, and a glance away from the window.

Within five minutes, they were pulling into the parking lot of a shabby burger shack.

"'Best pie around' huh?" Dean was looking at the menu. "I think I'll get some pie with a burger." He folded up the menu and set it on the table. Sam was sitting next to him with Lydia opposite them. She was looking out the window they sat next to while Sam was still inspecting the menu. "You see anything you want?" Dean asked her. She didn't hear him.

She was hearing the ring of deadly bullets when Dean tapped her foot. She jumped and looked away from the window.

"You see anything you want?" He managed a small smile for her. It wasn't full of pity but, understanding.

"I haven't looked." She picked up her menu and looked around. Now she thought about it, she was starving. "Can I get a milkshake, fries and a slice of pie?" She asked. Dean smiled at her. He didn't say anything, but he saw a lot of himself in her. Loss and pain, strength and courage.

"Absolutely." He kicked Sam gently. "You know what you want."

"Hi! My name is Amy and I'll be your waitress this morning!" Said an obnoxiously chipper young lady. "What kind of drinks can I start you off with?" She asked. Lydia looked her up and down. She looked like a stereotypical cheerleader: blonde, perky, twenty, in great shape, small boobs. She had her hair up in two pig tails and had on WAY too much makeup. Next to Lydia in her gray hoodie, jeans, combat boots and dirty brown hair, she looked like a delightful treat.

"Um, water." Sam said. He hadn't looked up from his menu yet.

"I'll have a beer." Dean said with a charming smile. The waitress giggled a little and looked to Lydia.

"And you sweetheart?" Lydia smiled a little. She wasn't much younger than the waitress and she was calling her sweetheart.

"Whatever he's having." She said gesturing to Dean.

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-two." Lydia said. She reached into her pocket and produced a professionally made fake ID. She gave it to the waitress. She handed it back to her and huffed.

"Alrighty then. Two beers and a water. I'll be right back with your drinks." She skipped away.

"You're not twenty-two." Dean told her.

"No I'm not. What are you gonna do? Tell?" She was looking back at her menu. Dean was about to tell her off when she folded up her menu. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you like that." She inhaled deeply. "My brother and I would go to clubs for psych projects. I've never even had alcohol before." Dean nodded. "I'm sorry."

"Thank you. How about I let you have a sip, and we get you a soda?" He smiled at her again. She didn't know why she was beginning to trust him.

"Sam, whatcha getting?" Sam looked up from his menu.

"The Cesar Salad." The waitress came back with a tray of drinks.

"Water, beer and beer. Are you guys ready to order?" Lydia looked at her again. Something was different. She had on more lipstick and she unbuttoned two of the top buttons on her shirt. You could see part of her black bra. Oh course, she thought.

"I'll have the Cesar Salad and a fruit bowl. Thanks." He handed her the menu and smiled.

"I want the cheeseburger with an extra side of fries and whatever pie is the freshest." Dean gave her the menu. He smiled at her and when he looked away, his eyes lingered on her bra for a second.

"I'll have a milkshake, a slice of pie and a side of fries." Lydia handed her the menu.

"What flavor would you like the milkshake to be?" The waitress didn't seem so perky when she talked to Lydia, which she was perfectly fine with.

"Vanilla. Thanks." She left. Dean and Sam glanced at each other as Lydia sipped on the beer and looked out the window. She thought the beer tasted good, so she kept sipping.

"Hey, I think that's enough." Dean got out of his seat to take the bottle from Lydia who was downing it like water. She only had a few gulps left when he managed to take it away. It made her feel good. It set her nerves on a numbing buzz. "You okay?"

"Mmhmm." She went back to looking out the window. Lydia didn't talk until the waitress came back with their food. She put the salad in front of Sam, the burger and fries in front of Dean and gave Lydia her fries.

"I'll be back with the rest," she said and walked off.

"She likes you." Lydia said. Dean looked away from the retreating girl to the one in front of him.

"What?" He asked.

"She likes you. You were the only one who got all of their food first, she put on a pound more lipstick, and she unbuttoned her shirt up way too much." She turned to Sam. "You too. But mainly Dean." They looked at each other and grinned.

"You sure? I thought she only liked Dean." Sam said. This was the first thing since the car that he had said to her. She smiled at him. He didn't know how to act around her and she could understand.

"No, she kept looking at you when no one was looking." She sighed. Talking hurt her heart, but it was worth the little relief she got when they responded. "How long have you guys been hunting things?" She asked.

"Since as long as I could remember." Sam answered. He was obviously the younger one, she thought.

"What was the hardest thing you've hun-"

"Here's the rest of it guys." Amy came back with another platter of food. She put Sam's fruit bowl in front of him and put Lydia's milkshake and pie in front of her. "Anything else?" She looked between Sam and Dean, completely ignoring her.

"No, thank you." Dean answered and they dug into their food. I raised my hand to get her attention.

"Another beer please." I told her. "Try and make it discreet though, my dads here don't want me to drink, but I'm not driving." She nodded and left. She smiled to herself. She loved to play with people like that. She knew that Sam and Dean were obviously not gay, but it was fun to toy with people's emotions. And right now, it got her mind off of the hurt she was feeling.

The waitress was really good at sneaking Lydia a beer when she came to clear some of the plates. It was in a cup with the label 'cider' on it. Dean and Sam had finished their food by then and she was just dipping the remainder of her fries in the milkshake. Dean had already finished his beer and the last of Lydia's.

She took a deep swig of the drink and sighed. Then another and another.

"That looks like some really good cider. What is it? Apple?" Dean asked. She nodded, shoving a milkshake fry in her mouth. She didn't notice him pick up the glass, but when he went to drink from it she made a grab from it.

"Wait!" She tried to stop him, but he took a sip. "Oops." She smiled guiltily at him.

"Really?" He put the cup down in front of him. "I think you've had enough to drink for today." Sam gave him an accusing look but didn't say anything.

Within five minutes, the waitress had come for the check and Lydia was fast asleep against Sam and Dean. She was nestled warmly between them with Dean's arm around her.

"You guys have a cute kid." Amy said, taking the check from Sam.

"Oh, she-Yeah." Dean was about to say that Lydia wasn't his kid, but stopped. He scooped up the surprisingly light Lydia and left with Sam.