He woke the next morning and she was already up. He could hear her in the kitchen. She was humming and cooking. He smelled omelets, coffee and if he wasn't mistaken, strawberries. He had to grin as memories flooded his mind. He got up from the bed and pulled on his jeans, padding barefoot and shirtless out to her kitchen. Kira was already dressed and she glanced at him as he walked in. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and leaned low to kiss her on the neck, just above her shoulder.

"Good morning. Are you feeling better?"

"Yes. I think it was just being upset, you know? I was so cold last night. Once I got warm I felt much better. Thank you for being there Sam." She said as she turned from the stove into his arms. She stood on her toes and kissed him. He returned the kiss and heard the front door open.

"Sammy?" It was Dean.

"We're in the kitchen. You're just in time for breakfast." Sam said loudly, releasing Kira from his grasp as Dean walked through the kitchen door, sending it swinging.

"Coffee." Dean said. Sam already had a cup poured and put it on the table. Dean sat and sipped the hot black brew. "Mmmm…Good morning to me." He was really enjoying the coffee. Kira put breakfast in front of him as Sam sat down, coffee in hand. She then went for his and hers and joined her favorite two guys for an enjoyable breakfast. The meal went fast as they talked and laughed. Sam and Kira split the strawberries, sharing memories and a private conversation.

They finished eating and Dean stood from the table as he polished off his third cup of coffee. "Get dressed Sam. I want to look into Alice's death this morning. See if we can't figure out what the hell happened."

Kira's soft smile faded. "I'm going with you."

Sam glanced at her. "Are you sure?"

She nodded, "I need to know what happened to my Aunt. She was my family and I owe her a peaceful rest if she can have it. So if there's something to stop, we need to stop it."

"Sam, marry this girl." Dean said; admiration etched on his face. They all laughed and headed to the Impala. Twenty five minutes later they were pulling into Alice's Inn in the town of Kent, Washington.

Dean got out of the Impala and headed to the trunk. Sam followed closely behind as Kira waited beside her door on the car. She kept her back to the guys; she knew what they did, but didn't really want to see what they did it with. Sam caught the thought.

"Kira. Come here." It was Dean that spoke.

She walked to the trunk.

"You're a part of this now. If you want to be with Sam you have to accept who he is. What we do is part of who he is, same as his abilities. It takes unconditional acceptance. Can you do that?"

"Yes." She said, looking at Sam with no doubts on her face.

Dean handed her a sawed-off shotgun. "You can shoot?"

"Yes."

"Good. It's loaded with rock salt. It won't kill a spirit but it will repel it. You see anything you shoot. Stay next to Sam at all times."

"Kira, please wait by the hood of the car for a minute." Sam was fuming, glaring at Dean.

"Sam…"

"Go, please." Sam turned on her, his deep green eyes active with worry and anger.

"Dean." Sam said. Dean started to walk away. Sam grabbed his arm, stopping his momentum with a jarring motion.

"What Sam?"

"What the hell do you think you're doing? You're putting my girlfriend in danger!" He said quietly with venom in his voice.

Dean stood his ground. "Sam, she has guts. She can handle a shotgun. Besides, she'd be in a lot more danger if she didn't have that gun. We don't know what killed her Aunt, and you were gonna let her walk in there unarmed. I say if she can shoot, we let her shoot."

"What the hell is next, you want me to train her to hunt?!"

"It might not be a bad idea Sam."

"You're out of your mind, Dean." Sam snarled and walked off towards the door of the Inn.