The crunching sound of metal gained my attention along with a loud thud. I turn just in time to see Dean roll himself off my car, his wide eyes on the six foot werewolf stalking towards him. His eyes searched around the area for his lost gun and I shot off three rounds into the hulking werewolf as he approached Dean. The monster fell forward, wacking its head on the front corner of Diane, blood splattering all over the headlights. "Thanks," Dean grunted out as he stood up slowly from the ground. He picked up his gun from the ground as I walked down the stairs of the porch towards him. He raised his gun up to take aim and I froze in my tracks as I heard the squeaking of the screen door of the house the werewolves had been shacking up behind me.

"All clear," I heard Sam say behind me as Dean lowered his gun.

"Ahh, Son of a bitch!" I groaned as I looked over the damage done to Diane. Her hood and hood scoop had been dented in from Dean being thrown on her and where the werewolf's head had hit had put a dent above the headlight.

"Well, bet you wish you would've rode with us now," Dean said smugly as he tucked his gun into the back of his pants.

"She may be blemished a bit, but she's still got all the goods," Sam said as he walked past me to get into the passenger seat. "Seriously, Dean. The stereo system she has in this is amazing," he said as he patted the roof of the car before getting in.

"I don't need any of that fancy-dancey shit, you shouldn't mess with perfection like Baby," Dean said as he rounded the front of his car.

"Dean, your tape deck is broken," Cas said as he got in Dean's car.

"And those blemishes make her beautiful," Dean shrugged. "That's what the radio is for."

Dean climbed into the car starting it up and the radio came to life. 'Never Gonna Give You Up' coming through the speakers could not have been more perfect. "I think you've just been Rick Rolled by your darling Baby," I laughed, which earned a 'One Finger Salute' from Dean. "Come on Jack, you can ride back with us. I don't think any child should be subjected to such torture," I said, patting Jack's back and leading him to my car. Dean rolled his eyes before backing his car up and laying rubber as he took off down the road

"Well, we are just under the 48 hour trial period," Sam said as he sipped his beer. We had decided to stay one more night in Dallas before heading back to the bunker in the morning. "So are you going to head home with us tomorrow morning or are you determined to be on your own?" he asked as he looked around the bar we were occupying.

"It has been fun," I smiled.

"You know, I can't argue with you there. It's been entertaining watching Dean get his ass handed to him by a girl," Sam chuckled

"I mean I can't leave from here, I still have stuff back at the bunker," I shrugged.

"Stay," Sam said simply. "It can always be like this. I've enjoyed having you around. You are like the little sister I never had," he smiled.

"Does that make me an honorary Winchester?" I asked with a chuckle.

"Only if you stay, because family sticks together," he said holding his beer out to cheers.

"Ok," I smiled, clinking my glass of Jack and Coke to his beer to seal the deal.

Sam was just about to take a drink of his beer when Dean walked through the door, "What the hell guys?!" He sauntered over to us, winking at a redhead he passed at the end of the bar before looking back at us, "I got out of the shower and the place was a ghost town. Couldn't even tell me you were leaving?" I shrugged my shoulders before downing the rest of my drink and gesturing for another one to the bartender. "Oh Sammy," Dean said, wrapping an arm around his brother's neck and grabbing his beer. "Bartender, I think you messed up his last drink order, he's more of a fruity drink kinda guy," Dean smirked before chugging the remainder of the beer in his hand. "And I'll take another beer," Dean smiled at the bartender as she sat my drink down in front of me. She opened another bottle of beer and handed it to Sam before mixing a fruity drink and handing it to Dean.

"I think I got the order right the first time," the bartender smirked before walking off to handle other orders.

"Oh, I like her!" I laughed, taking a sip of my drink and almost spitting it out after seeing the unbelievable look on Dean's face. "Oh, I'm sure you'll love sex on the beach, Dean."

"Is that an offer?" Dean quirked an eyebrow.

"That's the drink in your hand. Drink up, Pretty Boy. The only sex you'll be getting from me is in that glass," I retorted, cocking my head to the side slightly with a smirk on my lips.

"How about I give you the sex and you let me taste you," Dean said with an eyebrow raised in challenge as he sat his drink down next to mine and grabbed mine. I watched his face as he took a few sips of my Jack and Coke, closing his eyes and humming in appreciation, "Just as delicious as I'd imagined." He made solid eye contact with me before giving me a crooked smirk and walking over to the table Jack and Cas were sitting at. I couldn't help the flood of heat that washed up my neck and into my cheeks.

Sam cleared his throat, "You alright?" he asked raising his eyebrows.

"Ye-Yeah...Yeah, I'm fine. Just feelin' the alcohol kicking in is all," I mumbled as I reached for the Sex on the Beach and chugged the tart shit down.

I watched as Dean stood up from his chair, walking up to the bar to sit on the stool next to the redhead he had winked at earlier. He struck up a conversation with her after ordering another drink and I couldn't keep my eyes from rolling. "I'm going to need more alcohol," I muttered, signalling for the bartender. "Can I get a Irish Car Bomb, a shot of Liquid Cocaine, a Pickleback, and a Three Wise Men?"

"Are you trying to die?" the bartender asked with a horrified look on her face.

"I hear cheating death isn't that hard," I chuckled and looked over to Sam who was silently laughing.

"Coming right up," the bartender said, shaking her head. I glanced back down the bar at Dean, who was still talking to the redhead who touched his arm and laughed at something he had said. I knew I had called it, he was a womanizing douche and now I was just getting to witness it first hand.

The bartender sat the 4 drinks down in front of me and I asked for a beer knowing that these drinks alone would be my limit for the night. I paid off my tab and settled in for the ride. I grabbed the small shot glass and held it above the tall glass, readying my Irish Car Bomb. "Here's to steak when you're hungry, Whiskey when you're dry. A lover when you need one, and Heaven when you die," I said and nodded to Sam.

"Cheers to that," Sam said as he raised his beer bottle in the air. I dropped the shot glass into the dark liquid and started chugging it before it could froth over, slamming the empty glass back on the bar top.

"Damn you took that like a champ," Dean shouted from the end of the bar.

"Just one of my many talents," I smirked at him deviously making his eyebrows shoot up in shock.

"Here's to staying positive and testing negative," I said as I raised the shot glass of Jamison towards Dean to salute him. I watched as his face fell slightly, glancing at the girl next to him before looking back at me as I downed the shot and chased it with the pickle juice. "It's gonna be a fun night," I laughed as I grabbed the shot of Liquid Cocaine. I tapped Sam's beer bottle and threw the shot to the back of my throat, the liquid burning its way down into my belly. "I'm going to apologize in advance for my lack of giving a shit tonight," I said through my grimace.

"Alright," Sam laughed as he tipped his beer back and gestured for a new one.

"I need some music," I said as I hopped off of my barstool.

"They should be starting up karoake in a few and you can listen to all the horrible singing you can take," the bartender said as she grabbed the empty glasses in front of me.

"Karaoke?" I smiled. "Oh hell yes!"

It was only a few minutes before the DJ started playing music and announced the beginning of karaoke. I couldn't get to the DJ fast enough, knowing exactly what song I wanted to sing. The DJ found my jam for the night and told me to get up on stage. He announced my name and I watched as Dean swung his bowlegged ass around in his chair to watch me. The bass line came on, joined by the guitar and piano before I began singing the opening verse of one of my all-time favorite Journey songs, "Lovin', Touchin', Squeezin'." I swung my hips to the beat of the bass guitar, eyes closed and pouring my soul into the song. I opened my eyes, scanning the room for Dean, who was still sitting in his seat, his gaze watching me intently, elbows on knees as he leaned forward. He mouthed the words to the song as the infamous 'NaNa's' at the end came up. He had that smirk on his face that made me want to both smack it and kiss it off of him. I looked over at Sam, who was sitting in his chair glancing between his brother and I until he realized I was looking at him. Sam smiled and started singing along with the song with me. I finished the song and walked my content, and slightly buzzed ass, back to my seat without taking one glance at Dean.

"You aren't half bad," Sam said as I sat down next to him.

"Thank you," I smiled. "Here's to tonight," I said holding my last shot up to cheers him.

"The start of a new era of hunting," Sam added as he clinked his bottle to my shot glass. I took the shot down like a champ, but had to chase it with beer as the alcohol started to rise back in my throat.

I excused myself after a few songs to go to the restroom and when I came out of the bathroom, I heard someone singing my Dad's favorite song, 'Jack and Diane'. "Come on, let's dance!" I said running up to Sam, who nearly spit his beer out of his mouth as I tugged on his arm. "Come on, Sammy. Pretty please," I begged, puffing out my bottom lip and giving him what I imagined to be puppy dog eyes.

"Oh God," Sam sighed as he ran a hand over his face and looked at me again. "Fine, but I'm not promising your feet will be safe," he said as he stood up and finished off his beer. I dragged him out to the floor as the second verse started and we did our best to dance to the song as we sang along at the top of our lungs. I couldn't help but laugh as Sam twirled me around before the hook dropped and we let go of one another and clapped along with the song and shouted the bridge. He grabbed me back around my waist as the drums died out and swayed with me to the music. "Hey, is this why your car's name is Diane?" he asked as the outro began.

"Yep, it was my Daddy's favorite song," I smiled.

"That's cute," Sam smiled as the intro to 'Knockin' on Heaven's Door' began and we continued swaying slowly to the music.

"Thank you, Sam," I mumbled as I rested my head against his chest.

"For what?" he asked, pulling back a little to look down at me.

"For caring," I shrugged, trying to play off the seriousness of the confession.

"Are you getting soft on me?" Sam teased.

"You tell anyone and I will kick you ass, Jolly Green," I playfully glared up at him.

"Your secret is safe with me," he smiled as the song came to an end. The DJ played 'Promises' by Sam Smith next and Sam stepped away from me, "Sorry, I'm not dancing to this."

"Awww, come on!" I whined.

"I'll dance with you!" Jack jumped up from his seat.

"Alright, show me what you got, kid!" I laughed as we danced our hearts out. Jack was so full of life and innocence and I realized immediately that he was nothing like his father.

The DJ called me up to his podium to ask if I had another song I could sing and he entered the song to the queue before I headed back to the dance floor with Jack. "Thank you for dancing with me," I smiled before giving him a hug and headed back to my seat next to Sam. I finished my beer and asked for a shot of Jack, everything beyond that was remembered in flashes of dancing, lights, and more drinking.

"Come on, Jackie, let's get you back to the room," Sam said as he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled one of my arms around his neck for support.

"Awww, come on, Sammy, the night isn't over yet," I slurred.

"I think it is," Sam laughed as he walked me toward the door.

"You want me to take her back," Dean's voice came out of no where.

I peeled my eyes open looking up at his beautifully sculpted face and frowned, "Oh no, don't let me screw up your plans for the night." Dean looked at me with a frown matching my own before looking back to Sam.

"I got her," Sam said as he practically dragged me out of the bar, Cas and Jack close on our heels.

A sliver of light peeking between the curtains woke me from my heavy slumber. The light was excruciatingly bright and my head was throbbing. I moaned from the pain as I flung my arm over my eyes. The bed shifted and I stiffened. There was no body contact with anyone else in the bed, but I had definitely not imagined the bed moving. I lifted the covers looking down my body and finding I was in my underwear and a plain gray t-shirt. Fear took over my hungover state and I shifted slightly so I could look over to find out who my bedmate was, praying to God I hadn't made the mistake of sleeping with Dean last night.

Sam. Oh, thank fucking God, it was just Sam. A half naked Sam, but still it was Sam. Nothing would've happened with him, right? Right? No, it couldn't have. He said he looked at me like a sister. Plus, he wasn't the Winchester that had gotten my panties into a twist last night.

"Hey," Sam's sleepy voice grumbled out. "How you feeling?"

"Like shit," I groaned, swinging my legs off the side of the bed and standing up to head to the bathroom.

"There's a bottle of OJ in the fridge and some Advil on the counter," he mumbled out before turning back on his side to fall back asleep.

I padded lightly over to the refrigerator to grab the juice and take the medicine, thanking Sam in my mind. I looked back into the bedroom area wondering why I hadn't been on the couch like I had been the night before and seen that Jack was sleeping there. I grabbed my bag of clothes before closing myself into the bathroom for a much needed shower.

The shower had helped and after getting dressed I opened the door to a figure blocking the doorway. I swung on instinct and the person ducked just in time. "What the fuck?" Dean's voice said as he grabbed my arm. "It's just me. I gotta piss," he growled.

"Oh, sorry," I whispered before walking past him to go back into the main room. I slipped on my chucks and grabbed my wallet, keys, and sunglasses from the nightstand. I groaned as the sunlight assaulted me when I stepped outside. I owed the boys after the shit I pulled last night and I knew just how to make it up to them.

The hotel room had a kitchen and I put it to use as I fried up bacon, sausage, and eggs. "Something smells good," Sam said as he stood up from his bed and stretched.

"I made everyone breakfast," I smiled over my shoulder as I continued making the pancakes on the skillet.

"I'm surprised you are even functioning after last night," Sam chuckled.

"You'd be surprised the powers asprin, OJ, and Starbucks can have on a hangover," I shrugged. "By the way, thank you for last night," I smiled over at him. I caught the side eye Dean gave him before looking back at his phone. "What's with you, Oscar the Grouch?" I said, turning completely around and leaning against the counter. "I figured you'd be happy I was making food," I said making eye contact with Dean.

"Yeah, smells good," he replied, giving me a quick upturn of his lips that didn't reach his eyes.

"Okay," I said in a sing-song voice as I turned around. Something was clearly bothering him.

"Well, food is done, boys. Dig in," I said, setting the plates I had filled on the small table. "Where is Castiel?" I asked as I sat down at one of the spots.

"He doesn't sleep," Jack answered before taking a bite of his eggs.

"Oh," my voice coming out as puzzled as my mind was. "What does he do while you guys sleep?" The boys all looked at one another and shrugged in unison.

After everyone had finished eating I cleaned up my mess from cooking and we hit the road back to Kansas.

"You need any help?" Dean asked as he walked up the stairs to the garage. I had been in the garage for the majority of the day after we had gotten back from our trip. I was determined to fix Diane back to her pristine self and I was currently standing on either side of the dent in her hood, plunger suctioned to the center of the dent.

"I'm good," I said as I gave the plunger a good pull and the metal of the hood snapped back into place. I hopped down from the hood and pulled a credit card from my back pocket, wedging it between the plunger and hood to break the seal of the suctioned rubber. "As good as new," I smiled at him, swinging the plunger up onto my shoulder.

"You already fixed the scoop?" Dean asked, walking over to admire my work.

"Yep, and the dent that wolfy bastard put above the headlight," I added.

"I'm impressed," he nodded before looking up at me.

"Daddy didn't just teach me how to hunt, Dean," I shrugged before walking towards the stairs back to the bunker. "Oh, Your tape deck is fixed as well," I said, stopping in the doorway and looking over my shoulder. "You're welcome," I added, giving him a smile before heading off to get a shower.