I woke up to AC/DC blaring through the hotel radio. I reached for my pillow and aimed it at the origin of the noise. I hit the radio and it toppled to the floor but the music was still going, still pounding through the room. "Sweet Mother Mary Mercy, someone shut the fucking thing off," I grumbled through clenched teeth.

Someone turned it up, "Morning to you too Sunshine." I grabbed my head.

"Come on man, she's clearly hungover." Sam was somewhere near the couch I think. "Stop being a dick."

"How can she be hungover, she had like one drink?" Dean finally turned the music off. I grumbled into my pillow.

"One and a half, but thank you for reminding me," I complained. I could feel a wave of nausea wash over me. My gag reflex was acting up. Nope. Not going to puke. Not going to happen.

I heard even Sam chuckle. "Lightweight," he whispered, but everything was just so loud. I could even hear my own blood pumping in my ears. Fuck.

I finally sat up, I could feel my face pale, my head got all sorts of light and heavy all at the same time. "Not the biggest fan of your sass there Sammy."

They both laughed. I made my way to the bathroom to fix the look of me. Even if I felt like crap, I didn't have to look like it.

I showered, brushed my hair and teeth, put mascara on and walked back out a towel wrapped around me.

"Uh Lou," Sam started. I looked at him.

"What up Hambone?" I asked, I was starting to feel more human.

"Don't you think you might want to put some clothes on or something?" Sam looked so adorable and flustered.

I smiled at him. I was coming out to grab clothes, but the boys were acting like they ain't never seen a girl in a towel before.

"Woah woah woah Sammy," Dean put his hand up to stop Sam from talking. He stood up and looked me over. "Now hold on a minute." I rolled my eyes.

"I was just coming out to grab my clothes you perv." Sam looked like he was ready to punch Dean and I wasn't far behind him.

"Ah, now who's ruining the fun?" Dean gave me that good guy smile that would normally make my insides go goofy, but it just wasn't working on me. I grabbed my clothes, flipped him off and walked back into the bathroom.

I heard Sam and Dean talking while I pulled on my clothes. "Dude you can't be serious?" That was Sam's voice all concern and hidden pain.

"I wasn't doing anything," Countered Dean. He always sounded like glass on gravel.

"You were just leering at Lou."

"No I wasn't. I was just," his voice broke off, "I was just messing around."

"Dude just don't do anything stupid. You heard Bobby."

"Whatever man, she's grown anyway. If she wants to do something stupid that's her choice not his."

I walked out of the bathroom then, my hair drying fast. "I just love it when people talk about me like I'm not in the other room."

The boys had the good sense to look apologetic. Sam started to apologize, and Dean didn't look at me. I stopped them. "Don't feel bad boys, just don't be dicks and stop messing around. Bobby's the least of your worries when it comes to me."

The guys just nodded. "So ah," Sam started, breaking the silence, "check this out. 25 years ago, 6 girls were found dead, torn up, hearts missing. They were all blonde just like now."

"Sounds like a pattern to me," Dean said. He slapped his hands down on his jeans and stood. "I say we go fed and see what the locals know." Sam nodded.

"You guys go and do that, Imma go talk to the family of the most recent girl found. She's got a sister so Imma see if there was anyone new in her life." I grabbed for my shoes.

"I don't think you should," Sam started but stopped when I sat down on the ground to pull my shoes on. He looked confused.

"What?" I asked looking up at them. I tied my shoes then hopped back up.

Sam just sat there and shook his head. I looked to Dean. "How old are you?" Dean asked.

"21."

"Are you sure, because you put on your shoes like a damn 5-year-old." Dean commented. I flipped him off.

"Meet back here at 2?" I suggested before I grabbed my bag and walked out. I didn't really give them a chance to reply. It wasn't like they were gonna say anything helpful. They would just say that it was too dangerous for me to go out by myself and how we should stick together and if I didn't want to play FBI with them, they would probably just lock me in the car or in the hotel room. So instead, walking out the door seemed best.

She was really small, and Bobby's little girl, and she just walked out the door. Dean had been flirting with her since he saw her. I know that he beat that guy from last night within an inch of his life. He didn't have to. Hell Lou didn't think it was necessary, she seemed to be able to handle herself well enough on her own.

I knew Dean well enough to know what he was thinking every time he looked at Lou. Bobby made it clear that we weren't allowed to touch her. I was keeping my word to Bobby, even last night when Lou wanted to dance, but Dean was acting like he always did. But Lou, she wasn't just some random diner waitress that he hit on every other day. She actually gave as good as she got, putting Dean in his place more than once.

It was impressive and entertaining to watch. The way she moved and acted, you could tell she was raised in the life, but she still had that innocents you never really saw from someone like us. It was refreshing.

"Come on man, let's go." Dean looked at me like I had two heads.

"Aren't we going after her?" he asked me.

I shook my head. "Why would we, she can take care of herself." I could see him thinking about it.

"Whatever man. Let's get on our monkey suits."

This was going to be a long day.

I really am having fun with story. It brings me a funny kind of joy! Anyway I hope you're liking it! I don't own Supernatural just Lou.

XX Melody