The guys pulled into Becca's driveway. She was out in the yard in those damn cutoffs and an oversized Jerry Garcia t-shirt. She looked right at home there in the grass, wearing sunglasses and a floppy hat on her head, planting flowers.

"I thought you pulled all that stuff out," Sam told her as he got out of the car.

"I did, but I changed my mind. I decided to re-plant," Becca responded. "And you're just in time to help."

It was hot as hell outside, but she didn't seem to notice or care.

Becca Nourse did not play around when it came to gardening. She had them all over her yard, digging holes to place the new flowers in.

Their shirts were soaked with sweat. Dean peeled his off. Sam shot him a look.

"What? It's fucking hot."

Sam just rolled his eyes and went back to digging.

Finally, Becca stopped them. "Hey guys, I was thinking of grilling out tonight. Care to join me?"

Becca's idea of grilling out was a joke to Dean Winchester. A cruel, terrible joke.

There was no bacon cheeseburger for him.

A Gardenburger on a whole wheat bun. With balsamic vegetables in tin foil packets on the grill.

And lots of fucking salad.

"Wait. I got you guys something."

"Please be bacon, please be bacon…" Dean prayed.

Becca laughed and went over to open the cooler that was sitting by the grill.

"Ohhhh."

Well. This was much better than bacon.

It was beer. Beautiful, ice cold beer.

"I wasn't sure what to get so….I got a few kinds."

"We'll drink anything," Dean told her.

She handed them both one, grabbed one for herself, and sat down at the picnic table.

Dean twisted the cap off his beer and chunked it at Becca.

It hit her square in the forehead.

"Excuse me!" She tossed her cap at him.

Her throw was pathetic. He easily ducked out of the way, the cap sailing over his shoulder.

"What?"

Becca's cheeks turned pink and she rolled her eyes. "Be that way, Dean. You won't get any of the special brownies I made."

"Oh, I'll get brownies."

A cherry tomato hit her.

"Will you stop it?"

"That wasn't me. I swear."

Becca looked over at Sam, surprised. He blinked a few times, trying to look innocent.

"Sam."

"Yes, Becca."

"No brownies for you either."

"Well dammit."

When the sun went down, Becca lit her tiki torches and brought out the brownies.

They were delicious.

And full of marijuana.

"Hey Becca, what's in these brownies?" Sam asked her, his mouth full.

"What do you think is in the brownies, Sam?" Becca responded.

Dean snorted. "Oh shit."

He stood up to get them all another beer. Becca sat back in her chair, watching through heavy lids as he headed over to the cooler.

"You hangin' in there, Dean?"

"You bet, baby doll. You sure can hold your alcohol, can't you?"

"I can drink anybody under the table. But my limit is 3."

He opened a beer and handed it to her.

"Thank you." Her hand brushed his as she took the bottle.

He winked at her.

The two of them giggled.

"So, Becca…" Sam opened his beer. "Listen, there's some research that Dean and I would like to do…"

"Oh, dude, come to the library, we've got tons of stuff for you there," she offered. "I actually updated the microfilms and added a ton of shit last year. It's really great. You're both more than welcome anytime."

"Don't you want to know what we're looking for?" Sam asked.

Becca shrugged. "Who cares? The library is a public place, Sam. I mean, we pay for them with tax dollars, right? We should be able to just….go use it. No questions asked. It's there. Why not?" She reached for another brownie.

"Becca, why do you like libraries and stuff so much?" He wanted to know.

"Because. Human beings are the only animals that have, like, records. We have art and we have music and we have the written word. I love that we can physically hold something in our hands, especially if it's from a long time ago. And that things that were written way back when can still have an impact on today, too. Think about Mary Shelley's Frankenstein or Shakespeare. Even Dr. Seuss. Oh, and walking into a library and smelling all those old books…" She sighed happily.

"Are we gonna have some deep philosophical stoner conversation now?" Dean spoke up.

They all snorted and giggled some more.

"This is a hell of a shindig, Becca," Dean said, downing another brownie.

"Hey, pace yourself, Winchester," Becca advised. "Those can stay with you for a day or so."

Dean stopped in mid chew. "Oh." He made a move to spit it out.

"No no, finish it!" Becca almost fell out of her chair from laughter.

Dean handed the other half of the brownie to Sam, who popped the entire thing into his mouth.

They sat out on her deck for hours, talking and laughing. Sam and Dean couldn't remember the last time they'd actually hung out with someone like this. It was definitely a welcome change of pace. Still, they caught themselves keeping a watchful eye on their surroundings. Old habits die hard.

Finally, Sam stood up and stretched. "I guess we'd better be going."

"Uh, I dunno if that's a good idea, Sammy…" Dean wasn't sure if he could drive.

"Oh you guys know you're welcome to crash. Plenty of bedrooms here."

It was the best night's sleep Sam and Dean ever had.