Dean slammed the cell closed and made a break for the car. Sam raised an eyebrow but ran with Dean all the same knowing for a fact that he probably would leave his ass here. Dean could hear that demon mocking him, it's stupid voice in his head going round and round. Playing over and over.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. He hit has hands off of the steering wheel of the Impala as he revved up her engine. Why didn't he heed the warnings? Why didn't he see the warnings that where right there in front of him? His vision blurred and Sam grabbed the wheel steering from the passenger side. Dean rubbed his eyes and regained control of the car.

"Cupid?" Naomi looked exasperated when Sam choked the word out. "You guys are hunting cupid!?" she struggled to keep her straight face this time. Dean had cracked up a long time ago and there she was: standing in the middle of the motel room, her favourite worn with holes in, stone washed blue denim jeans clinging to her hips and her little white tank top attached to her curves.

Dean was amazed at how white she could keep trainers. She exhaled and then laughed, she couldn't not laugh at that. Sam stopped laughing so hard to get his laptop to do some research on CUPID. The concept was still strange to him as he typed in the search. Naomi kinked an eyebrow as Sam stopped laughing.

"So it turns out there is a demonic cupid." he stated as he stared at the screen. "Oh Great!" he huffed and folded his arms.

"What?" Dean asked as he made his way over to bring the other chair into the room. Naomi kinked an eyebrow, she knew she probably wouldn't get what he was about to say but was interested anyway.

"It takes on human form making it unable to tell who it is." He huffed and Naomi bit the inside of her cheek.

"Sam? No disrespect but isn't that point?" she asked and Sam looked at her. "Like you don't know he exists that's why you fall in love?"

"Naomi, we're not hunting Cupid. we're hunting his evil counter part, like evil Santa," he nodded at her and she looked confused.

"Still struggling to grasp good and evil?" Dean asked looking at her. She nodded blushing softly, averting her gaze from him. She did feel stupid at not believing what they did, but it seemed so silly, no matter how many times she saw them (ghosts, werewolves, poltergeists) she still didn't believe.

It was because she was a daddies girl at heart, Dean had once told her. Her had had told her there was no such thing, so, holding her Dad as her hero, she believed in everything he said to her. Dean stood up and brushed his hand along her shoulders as he made his way to the bathroom, a silent indication that it was OK no-one was disappointed in her.

"It gets better by the way," Sam said when Dean came out of the bathroom with a shocked look on his face.. Naomi's gaze fell on Dean and he smiled at her. She knew then everything wasn't alright.

"Oh Yeah?" Dean asked as he pulled his flannel shirt off and threw it in the laundry duffle.

"Well, it's like a spirit but it can't be exorcised." Sam looked at Dean.

"How'd you kill it?" Naomi asked from the duffle bag she was rummaging through and tossed Dean a clean set of clothes. Dean smiled gratefully then looked at Sam.

"Salt and burn it."

"ALIVE!" Naomi shrieked and Dean's eyes widened.

"Yeah," Sam shrugged as though it was an everyday occurrence and he didn't understand why she was so upset about it.

"But it's human." Naomi protested, becoming more and more distressed. Dean dumped the clothes on the bed and made his way over to her. He wasn't the best at this but seeing as Sammy wasn't making any effort to console the 28 year old, Dean slipped his arms around her and cradled her to him. She hated anyone to see her cry, she hated him seeing her cry but she had accepted that it was Ok, it was OK for Sam to see her cry too.

Dean wasn't surprised to feel her hot tears on his neck as his hand made soothing circles on her back. For the badass chick she made herself out to be, she was incredibly sensitive beneath it all. Tough on the outside but not all the way through, she had a very fragile heart Dean had learned early on too; when her mother passed away shortly after his Dad had gone AWOL.

He seen similarities between himself and her, he had once wondered if that was why he was drawn to her. She was just like him. Naomi kissed Dean's neck, a silent indication that she was ok ad he could go back to whatever he was doing. "Sam?" she whispered as Dean kissed her head as he let her go. Sam looked up. "Where is the case?" she asked softly her blue eyes always had that glassy look when she was sad.

"Here." he stated as he turned the laptop screen so as she could see it.

"College students?" she looked at Sam and Dean was leaning over her shoulder.

"Yeah three couples have been killed so far."

"Starts with an argument then the girl is usually found with her throat slit." she read and screwed up her face. Sam sighed.

"Someone else is gonna die in the time it takes us to track the thing down." Dean huffed and Naomi bit her lip.

"Maybe not," she muttered before moving over to the green and white spotted weekend bag that she always had with her. After some confused looks and lots of rummaging later Naomi turned to the boys with a little blue leaflet with pink writing on it.

"There's a fancy dress party tonight," she looked up from the paper. "Some guy thought I was a student and left it on my windshield on the drive in to town when I stopped for gas." she looked at Dean then Sam. "If you were trying to get to a whole bunch of couples at the one time, where would you go?" she kinked an eyebrow.

"You see. That's why you should stay with us." Sam spoke as he stood up and reached for his jacket. "C'mon!" he gushed at them as the other two stood with blank expressions on their face. " We have costumes to get!" Sam snapped and tossed them their coats.

Dean sped furiously through the streets of this stupid little town in the Arkansas countryside. This was some mess. They had argued. Now he was going to find her with her throat slit. His grip tightened on the steering wheel and he gritted his teeth. This was wrong on so many levels. This had nothing to do with her. She didn't even believe!

Dean was shaking and Sam glanced across. If he didn't want to help now, what would happen when she was gone. He cast a sideward's glance at Dean, he wasn't thinking straight, Sam realised as he made a turn doing over ninety. He was suicidal and they didn't even know if she was dead yet. Sam swallowed the mountain of tears that threatened to engulf him as Dean pulled up outside the motel…