WARNING: Rated "M" for language, dirty thoughts, sex, innuendo, blood, violence and dark themes.

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Sex with Dean Winchester…sex with Dean Winchester…that's pretty much all you get out of it. I want to tell you that I woke up snuggled in his arms and feeling like it was my place to be beside him, but not so much…I woke up to Sam typing on his laptop. Dean had already gone out to bring us back some diner food, and Sam was kind of ignoring me, like he knew what had happened the night before. Still, I adored Sam, so I got out of the bed I'd shared with Dean the night before and sat on the edge of his.

He surprised me by looking at me and smiling that dazzling smile of his and I couldn't help but smile back at him. Turning the laptop towards me, I noticed that Sam was trying to track his father down by any means possible and I admired his persistence. The only reason that the two of them had even decided to band together again after all of these years was because John was missing, and now he seemed fine…but didn't want to be found. That didn't sit well with either Sam or Dean, but Sam was more upset about it than Dean was.

"I guess we keep going then, huh?" I asked him. "Where exactly did your brother go?"

Sam shrugged a little. "He was hungry. Would you like to get some coffee before we head out?"

I smiled at him. "You know me pretty damn well already don't you, Sammy?"

Honestly at first I thought Sam was going to get on my case for calling him that, and I hadn't meant to, but he seemed rather happy about it. I guess I was enough a part of their little family that I was allowed to call him by a nickname now. To be fair, Sam had been the first one to call me by a nickname, and until Dean called me by one, I wouldn't be completely part of their little 'club'.

"I think I know you well enough." Sam replied with a grin, Dean waltzing into the motel room rather happily.

I looked at him and laughed a little. "You nice enough to bring back food for me and Sam too?"

Dean shrugged a little. "Why wouldn't I bring you two food?"

I smiled and reached out for the bag he was handing out to me and I was honestly surprised at how easy it was to deal with Dean even after we'd slept together again with no strings attached. He didn't seem too attached so that was fine, and I pointed out what Sam had been doing and after eating a bit we got back on the road to look for John some more and after a few hours ended up at some coffee place. It was definitely mostly my idea to stop there because I was jonesing for my caffeine fix, and Sam was researching while Dean watched me.

Honestly Dean watching me made me feel pretty good about myself, but at the same time I was kind of wondering about what this meant about us…if it meant anything at all about us. There wasn't actually an 'us' as far as Dean was concerned, and so we pretty much didn't speak about things unless we were joking with each other. It was odd, but he really was becoming one of my best friends—that I occasionally thought about naked.

"Those things are really fattening." Dean told me, pointing at my caramel frappachino as I smiled at him and sipped it.

"Well guess what…I like them, and I've been drinking them for forever and as you very well know, I'm not fat yet." I replied with a smirk and a shrug.

Dean smirked back. "You definitely aren't."

"And you know something else? Alcohol is more fattening." I told him playfully knowing that beer was really Dean's drink of choice. "I mean if you drink it all the time."

Dean smiled and laughed a little. "Well the sex is much more enjoyable sober, so that can easily be remedied."

I laughed a little with him too as he winked and then let it go, and I looked back down at the newspaper in front of me and tried to focus. Mostly I wanted to focus on anything other then Dean's infectious grin, but I couldn't seem to until Sam came over to us. Dean looked up at him when I did and we both grinned at Sam, Sam smiling at me mostly, which I understood. Sam pulled out his chair and Dean let out a chuckle, both Sam and I knowing that a joke was coming.

"Your half cafe vanilla latte is getting cold, Francis." Dean told Sam with a grin.

"Next time, give me a gender appropriate badge." Sam told his brother in a huff as I held in a laugh.

Dean shrugged as he smiled. "It's more fun to go after the ladies."

"Yeah, fun for you." Sam said dismally, plopping down in his chair.

I waved it off. "Just ignore him, Sammy—did you find anything?"

It was the first time I had called Sam 'Sammy' in front of Dean and he did a double take just like I thought he would. He was the only one that Sam let get away with the nickname before I came along, and now I was allowed to call him by the affectionate name and Dean didn't know how to take it. At first I was fairly certain that he was now convinced that Sam and I were together or something, but soon the look was wiped off of his face and all attention was on Sam. That was Dean Winchester for you—moving on so fast you were still registering when he was already over it.

"I've checked the FBI databank: no John Doe fitting Dad's description. I even ran his plates for traffic violations." Sam explained dismally.

"I'm telling you, Sam, I don't think Dad wants to be found." Dean told him. "If we can't track him down, then there's no telling what lengths he's going to, to keep his distance."

"But why? I mean what's he doing? What if—he's in trouble? What if he needs our help?" Sam asked helplessly.

I reached over and took Sam's hand. "When we find a lead on him then we'll follow it. However, if we can't find anything before then, then it's probably best to—"

"—Yeah, I know. People to save, Evil to hunt." Sam told us with a sigh.

I nodded and turned my laptop towards him. "For instance, this. From Iowa—about 100 miles from here."

Sam looked at me and squeezed my hand before letting it go and focusing his attention on my laptop when Dean cleared his throat. The three of us were rather used to the new arrangement, but at the same time they still did things that surprised me sometimes. Like now for instance, Dean giving me a look and then instantly wiping the look off of his face when he realized I was looking at him and it dawned on me—I was already getting under their skin. Vain assumption, yes, but the behavior wasn't that hard to read.

"Mutilated body found near victim's cars parked on a 9-mile road. Interesting." Sam read out loud and then looked at Dean and I skeptically. "What, for us? Really?"

"Keep reading." Dean and I persisted.

Sam nodded slowly. "Authorities are unable to put together a realistic description of the killer. The sole witness, whose name has been withheld, is described as distraught. She is quoted as saying the attacker was invisible."

"Could be interesting." Dean said as I said, "Death may equal case."

Sam laughed a little as he nodded. "Or it could be nothing at all. One freaked out witness who didn't see anything doesn't mean it's the Invisible Man."

Dean shrugged cavalierly. "But what if it is? Dad would check it out…can we?"

I could tell that Sam wasn't in the happiest mood ever that Dean would bring up that their father would do it, but it certainly caught his attention. So he nodded and looked over more of the information and we decided that it was only best to go to the college and pose as college students so we could find a way to talk to the reverend and his daughter that attended the university. That was where this particular hunt started to get kind of…personal and strange.

"We can say we're here for the fraternity, and she can say she's here for the sorority." Dean said with a shrug. "I mean it settles everything."

I gave Dean a look. "So you're sending me off by myself while the two of you get to stick together?"

Dean sighed, and set his hand on mine. "You'll be fine."

I rolled my eyes at him and then we finished up our little coffee break and got back into the Impala to drive to the university. When we got there, we talked to the people there, and said we were new transfer students. Before I could even get anything out story wise, Sam explained that the three of us were siblings, and after the loss of our parents we really wanted to go to the same school to spend time together. Dean grumbled and I wasn't too happy to not to get to flirt with the boys while I was there, but I sucked it up and decided to deal with it.

One of the girls we talked to was really excited to let me into the sorority, and wanted to give me a tour, and Dean was eying her. At least when Sam checked people out he was rather subtle about it, but the truth was that Dean was about as subtle as a peacock. So I had to actually go inside the sorority in order to talk to the girls in there without having to deal with the boys—without having to deal with Dean making a fool of himself. As funny as that was, I just wasn't in the mood to watch him flirt with other people.

"So I heard a guy died a few days ago." I said after I introduced myself inside the sorority to some of the girls.

The one showing me around nodded sadly. "Yeah. It's terribly sad. And get this—the eye witness was the Preacher's daughter, Lori."

I made a concerned face. "That's gotta be rough, and I feel like I should go and give her my condolences…would you happen to know which church?"

She was surprised at first but then genuinely seemed to think that I actually was the nice person I was pretending to be, and told me the name of the church. Once I got the address from her, I hurried out of the room and then I went outside and ran into the guy who had been eying me the whole time Sam, Dean and I had been coming up with our alibis before, and I smiled an awkward smile. It wasn't that he wasn't attractive at all…it was that for some reason I didn't want to flirt with anyone but Sam or Dean…that was definitely going to be a problem. Stop with the bad confessions, Lana!

"Hey." I told him, trying to be accommodating and trying to ignore my inner confessions.

He smiled at me. "Hi. So…what made you pick our university?"

I was about to come up with some random story off the top of my head, but Sam and Dean came up behind him and those two were rather intimidating. It really didn't matter if they weren't my boyfriends or anything like that—if I was actually their sister then it was probably a good idea not to touch their sister if they wanted to keep all of their limbs. The look on Dean's face was priceless as the guy made up an excuse and left and I couldn't help but just wish that I had it in me to flirt with someone not a Winchester for crying out loud! Why couldn't I have my own fun too?

"I could totally have scored." I said in an annoyed voice.

Dean frowned. "You were honestly into that? That scrawny thing with the bad hair?"

Sam punched Dean in the shoulder. "He was actually kind of attractive and if Lan wants to flirt with someone legal, you should let her—it's not like you don't hit on much uglier waitresses."

I beamed at Sam and then turned to Dean and shrugged. "See? I don't ruin your fun."

"Whatever." Dean replied, and reached out to stroke my hair a little, making me a little weak in the knees and I had to push his hand away slowly.

"We have a job to do and looking at your sister lovingly is a little creepy." I told him, but smiled at him so he knew I wasn't completely shutting him down.

Then we went to go to the church and got in there late and all sat next to each other as we sat down and listened to the rest of the sermon. I kind of enjoyed being in the church atmosphere again since it had been quite a while for me, but Dean looked rather uncomfortable and I guess I couldn't blame him. When the sermon was over, we went outside and met the preacher and his daughter, of whom was already making eyes at Sam. It shouldn't have, but it made me a little jealous and I knew I had to do something to get my mind off of it, so I was more than happy for the three of us to head to the library.

"What do you think?" Sam asked as we went into the library, referring to our conversations with the preacher and Lori.

"Lori's hot." Dean said with a chuckle.

"Excuse me?" I asked stopping suddenly and realizing what words I had let come out of my mouth.

Dean looked at me and raised an eyebrow while he smirked. "Is someone jealous, perhaps?"

I rolled my eyes. "What? No—I just think it's really inconsiderate to be hitting on a girl whose boyfriend just died."

"It's the classic Hook Man." Sam said, trying to change the subject as Dean and I gave each other awkward looks.

I composed myself though. "It makes sense. I mean the sharp instrument used in the killing, and everything…can we research a little more and take care of this, please?"

I knew that I wasn't very good at hiding the jealousy that I was feeling, and I was a lot harder on myself than the boys were hard on me. For some reason it was just too hard to keep my head around them and I wasn't quite sure what I was going to do if I couldn't get a handle on myself. This was too much, and all of the annoyance with myself and the caffeine crash made me fall asleep in the back of the Impala, waking up to Dean holding me, stroking my hair. I laid there for a moment enjoying the smell of leather, gunpowder and coffee, but then I realized what I was doing and pulled away from him and sat up, my arms crossed over my chest.

"Well someone is grumpy." Dean told me with a light chuckle.

I knew he was trying to be playful but I wasn't in the mood. "So where is Sammy?"

Dean cleared his throat and stopped smiling. "He's grabbing a couple things right now figuring some things out. So…honestly, Lana…are you into Sam?"

I gave him a look and reached for my laptop. "I believe I said once that I wasn't into either of you."

"Yeah, but that was before." Dean told me, looking me over. "You know…before everything."

"You mean before I slept with you again?" I asked him softly.

Dean and I sat there in silence for a little while and he just nodded and looked at the front seats of the car and I swallowed. I wanted there to be a little more from him on his part so I knew that I could trust him—I was pretty sure that I couldn't, and that was the worst part about all of it. I could totally trust him to protect me from monsters, and to have my back so I wouldn't get my ass murdered out here in the unknown, but with my feelings? How could you trust someone who didn't respect women? For now Dean and I had the physical down, but the emotional was something I would need, and Sam had that.

"Never mind, it doesn't matter. We're going to go and look at the source, so how about you try and find something else before Sam gets back, all right?" Dean asked me.

That was another thing about Dean Winchester—unless you got him drunk enough and alone enough to pretend to care, he shut down the emotional things. He thought it was rather macho not to talk about feelings, but I thought it was a lot manlier to at least address his feelings. If he and I were going to survive each other, then we were going to need to get our acts completely together and figure out like responsible adults how we were going to survive each other without the sex. It was just one of those things that we were going to have to deal with…if Dean would be mature enough to deal with it with me…that was what I needed to find out.

"Does it occur to you that maybe we rushed into this?" I asked him suddenly.

Dean turned to look at me and we made eye contact. "What do you mean by that?"

I shrugged a little. "I mean if I hadn't been so persistent and just let you and Sam leave you never would have had to deal with me."

"Yeah, but it's honestly more fun with you around to be a mediator." Dean told me, smiling a little. "And you have to admit that you love hanging out with us adorable Winchesters."

I rolled my eyes as he wiggled his eyebrows. "Come on, Dean, I'm being serious here. I mean I could have just been a one-night stand for you and this could be you and Sam with no third wheel. I mean sure you're occasionally apparently getting sex out of it, but…I just…I think I'm jealous."

I bit my lip as Dean looked at me and then he scooted closer to me and I felt the butterflies again. This was hard, and I was trying to be strong, but how do you say 'no' to a guy that smells fantastic, has beautiful hazel eyes, sexy hair, and a grin that's to die for? How do you say 'no' to a guy that is willing to stroke your hair while you sleep as long as no one has to see the two of you in public? Honestly…if you have pointers for me, thanks, I'd love to take them.

"What are you jealous about?" Dean asked me, egging me on as he looked at my lips.

I swallowed and I knew he saw it. "I want to go with you guys to go to the source of it all."

Dean nodded a little, still looking at my lips, his face a little closer. "It'll be really dangerous."

I laughed awkwardly. "Like when would that stop me? I can really handle myself and you know that."

"Fine, but you have to stay near me at all times." Dean replied, his gaze unwavering as he looked at my mouth.

Every time I bit my lip, the corner of his mouth would turn up into a rather satisfied smirk, and he seemed rather happy with the feelings he was making course through me. All he had to do was sit close to me and breathe on me while talking to me like he cared—which I knew on some level he did—and I was practically putty in his hands. It didn't matter to me in that moment that one day I could wake up and he'd be gone for good…I just wanted Dean Winchester to come out and admit some things and then kiss me for Christ's sakes! What exactly was he waiting for? A verbal invitation?

"You worry too much." I told him, and then I went for it.

I wasn't planning on it, but he was practically breathing down my neck and it bothered me and I had to act. What the Hell was wrong with him anyway? If he wanted me so badly then why wasn't he making a commitment? Or was he simply trying to get a rise out of me? He was definitely succeeding if it was a rise he was trying to get out of me because I was kissing him and he was kissing me back, his fingers already in my hair. I moved to get onto his lap but then I stopped and pulled away and he looked rather confused, and I was confused too because for once my brain was working more than my body.

"Any random kid on campus could walk by and see us making out and we're technically related." I told him, tucking my hair behind my ears.

Dean looked at me and laughed a little. "So we're a close family, whatever. We'll be leaving right after this hunt anyway."

I raised an eyebrow and placed my palm on his chest as he moved to kiss me again. "You may not care about it, but I dunno, it's a little weird."

Dean gave me a look. "Seriously?"

"Seriously." I replied, and Dean just held his hands up in the air and I moved away from him as Sam came back to the car.

I was trying so hard not to be a tease, and I tried to wave it all off as we went out to the place where the boy was killed, and while the boys sported the weapons, I just walked along with them. I knew I should have toted a weapon, but I was pretty sure we weren't going to find anything—blame my feelings—and it turned out we didn't run into anything except a sheriff who took us in. Dean came up with a story about how we were just trying to haze Sam and Dean had brought me along to impress me because I was his girlfriend—step up from sister, I'll tell you that.

The sheriff actually bought the story, and he let us go and we tried to figure out what we were going to do next—especially since another murder had just happened. We had gotten up early to check on things and to see how Lori was—Sam's idea—and found out that Lori's girlfriend had been murdered the night before, which almost linked Lori to the murders. Her boyfriend, then her roommate? In this line of work there was really no such thing as coincidences, even if she seemed way too sweet and innocent to be a murderer.

"Think we'll get to see a naked pillow fight?" Dean asked suddenly as he, Sam and I were trying to sneak into a building to figure out some more information about what was going down and how to stop it.

I laughed loudly. "Wow…that is such a Dean Winchester thing to say, isn't it?"

Dean shrugged. "You just don't understand the hotness of a naked pillow fight."

"Who says?" I asked him loudly. "What if I enjoy them as much as you do? You are so sexist sometimes, Dean."

Dean smirked at me as Sam hopped up to get into the room where Lori's roommate was murdered. "Well aren't you just full of surprises?"

I rolled my eyes and Sam reached his hand down so that I could get into the room too, Dean helping me up from below. If I had been more upset with him I would have gotten upset with him for palming my ass, but I let it go and the three of us looked around the crime scene to figure out what happened. I was the first to find the symbol, and I waved the boys over, pointing to it, Sam showing up to it first.

"We are definitely dealing with the Hook Man." I told them.

Sam sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "Yeah…yeah we are. I'm going to go and check on Lori since the murders seem to be happening around her, and you two go to the graveyard and do what we do best."

"Yay for burning remains!" I told them with faked enthusiasm.

Sam smiled at me and then we parted ways that night, Dean and I going to find the gravestone and burn the bones of the Hook Man, burying his remains with salt. We were walking in the graveyard, and it was dark, and all together scary. Normally graveyards didn't have this kind of effect on me, but for some reason tonight it was just so much weirder than normal, and I wasn't sure how to handle it. Tack on the fact that I couldn't stop looking at Dean's ass and you've got yourself the source of the damn problem.

"I hate this." I said out loud since the silence was killing me. "I really hate graveyards."

Dean smiled at me. "Well I'm here to protect you."

"Right, because I need the protection so much. How about you just dig and I'll cheer you on?" I asked him with a big fake smile.

Dean frowned, and then we found the grave and he started digging…yes without my help. I was being the lookout, and it was kind of bothering him that I was being so hot and cold with him and I completely understood that. Perhaps if I just went into full-on 'flirt with the Winchesters' mode it would make all of our lives that much easier…no that would probably make things that much harder. Flirting never made anything easier, and I had learned that the hard way many, many years ago and would rather not repeat that…that or a lot of my not so amazing past.

"I get stuck digging the grave while Sam gets to hang out with the hot chick." Dean complained.

I knew he was mumbling it so that I wouldn't hear, but it was pitch black and it was silent except for some night sounds so maybe he knew I'd hear it. Besides what the Hell did he mean by that? I knew it was my vanity that made me find myself rather hot, but what the mother-loving fuck? Honestly if it upset him this much to be paired up with me then why hadn't he simply argued over the positions with Sam and gone off to stalk the hot college girl and made Sam hang out with me, the ugly one, in a graveyard?

"Nice to know you appreciate my looks." I told Dean, looking down at him in the grave.

Dean sighed loudly and looked up at me. "Lana, I didn't mean it like that and you know it—you're one of the most attractive women I've ever met, I just…Sam has the easy job."

I shrugged it off. "Maybe that just means you get more man points this time."

Dean smiled up at me as he crawled out of the grave, and then lit the match and dropped it onto the bones. They went up into flames and we watched them burn in silence, Dean dumping the salt onto them and then setting to cover it all back up as I watched him and tried to figure out what to say next. I wanted Dean and I to be good friends and at this point it seemed to me that the two of us would never really be friends—not the conventional meaning of it anyway.

"You're kind of hot when you're shoveling." I told Dean with a shrug as he finished up what he was doing.

He chuckled and looked at me. "Oh yeah? Wish I could say the same for you…but you didn't do any work."

I laughed loudly. "Yeah, I know. Look at you though! You're sporting some serious dirt!"

Dean rolled his eyes and kissed me, and I found myself for the first time simply accepting that this was how things were going to be with us. The two of us were pretty much going to flirt with each other and yell at each other, and sometimes sleep with each other. It was something I was finally on board with, and I loved that for a moment I actually felt like Dean cared enough to make the kiss soft and caring. Before he had just been getting me in the mood because he was a master of the bedroom, but this was different—this time he didn't have to.

"We should find Sammy." I told him, pulling away. "I mean as much as I'd like to make out with you covered in dirt and sweat in the middle of dead people, there's things we need to get done."

Dean nodded and stroked my hair. "You make sense, Meckenzie."

"I know I do, Winchester. Let's go." I told him, and though surprised when he took my hand, I grasped his back, and went headed to see Sam.

Sam called us and let us know that Lori's father had been attacked, and that the Hook Man was most definitely connected to Lori and what Lori found to be immoral. Her boyfriend tried to get too far with her, her roommate was kind of easy and trying to get Lori to change, and Lori's father was having an affair. So Dean and I hurried to be by Sam's side while he was in the hospital with Lori and her father, and had to tell the cops that we were Sam's brother and sister—yeah…we were back to that.

The talk with Sam pretty much led us to believe that there was something in the church tying the spirit here that we needed to find, so Sam went to check on Lori who had left to go to the church to pray. Dean and I watched him go and followed slowly, both of us trying to figure out how to define this new arrangement we'd reached and yet not really wanting too. At this point, with no label, it was easier to get out of it later when I pulled back away from him.

"They have an attraction." I told Dean in the silence.

Dean smiled a little. "Like ours?"

I smirked and then laughed and shook my head. "Not like ours. Theirs is based on more than just sex and kissing the other one to get a rise out of them."

Dean nodded. "Yeah, well…that just means ours is way more fun to test out than theirs is, don't you agree?"

"I have to concur." I told him with a laugh and then pointed towards the church. "We should prolly go waste a ghost."

"How do we know you and I didn't kill it after it attacked her father?" Dean asked me.

I shrugged because I honestly didn't know, but as always seemed to happen to us in our profession, the Hook Man was alive. We were desperately trying to scramble around to figure out what we needed to burn, Dean making rather nice shots with the shotgun, and then I saw it, around her neck—what if it was connected to Lori because part she wore part of him around her neck in the form of a cross? That could work, right?

"I thought you burned the silver!" Sam cried out to Dean.

"Obviously we missed something!" Dean replied angrily.

I nodded and pointed to the necklace around Lori's neck. "Where did you get that?"

"My father. He said it was a church heirloom!" Lori replied in a scared voice.

I nodded, and Sam took the necklace from her and handed it to me as the Hook Man began to scratch through the walls. Since it had to be burned, I tossed the necklace into the fire, and the Hook Man melted and burned before us, and I smiled. I had pretty much just proved that I as a vital part of the team, and that in itself made me more confident about my decision to stay. Then the ambulances came and Dean and I talked to the cops while Sam made sure that Lori was all right.

"So you saw him?" The cop asked us.

Dean and I nodded and Dean replied. "Yeah I saw him. We all saw him. We fought him off and he freaked out and ran."

The cop listened and when I nodded, he looked around and sighed. "Look, you two and your brother—"

"—oh don't worry, we're leaving town." Dean told him.

I nodded, and followed after Dean, smiling at Sam and Lori as she went up to Sam and checked on the arm the Hook Man had scratched. Mostly I wanted to check on Sam's arm, but I knew that with the way they had bonded without me—which yes, I was a little jealous of—it was really her place to do it, and Sam needed a girl who could focus sole attention on him…not one who kind of slept with his brother sometimes. So I got in the back seat as Dean got into the driver's seat of the Impala, and I opened my laptop.

"They're definitely attracted—it's a pure attraction." Dean told me.

I smiled up at him. "Our attraction is pure as well—at least I think it is."

Dean shrugged a little. "You also think we need more. Don't deny it either, because well…I know girls like you."

I laughed and nodded. "I think that sentence is all an understatement, honestly."

Dean laughed a little himself and nodded, then dropped the subject and watched Sam's interaction with Lori in the mirror on the side of the car. He kind of wanted Sam to be happy and I could tell that, but at the same time he wanted Sam to be aware like I was, that attachments were bad, and that was just the way things were in our lives. Still, Dean smiled at the sight, and then Sam got in the car and he looked down, and Dean looked over to him and then in the rearview mirror and sighed.

"We could stay." Dean told him.

Sam shook his head slowly though, and then Dean started the car and we began to drive off. It became clear to me right then and there that the three of us really needed to take some time for ourselves and stop being so selfless. I mean our job was incredibly important, but so was actually having some semblance of a life. Even if the life wasn't incredibly wonderful, we owed it to ourselves to have a little fun.

"Anyone want to take a little vacation before we move on to the next monster before we find your dad?" I asked them out of the blue.

"What did you have in mind?" Sam asked me with a small laugh.

I shrugged a little bit. "A beach or something. I just think that we could use some sort of fun for a few days."

Sam turned to me and smiled. "All right. I think we could do that if we only took off like two days."

"Seriously? I thought you were incredibly set on saving dad." Dean told him, raising an eyebrow that Sam seemed to always cave to me.

Sam smiled and nodded. "We can still find and save dad…we just get to take a little break…like Lan said, Dean: we could use some sort of fun."

Note: I dunno who YOU'D rather Lana be with, but I'd love to know. =P Even though I think we all know who she actually ends up with…haha.