A/N: Thanks for the reviews and the interest! This is a short one, but since I have been on vacation, I felt I needed to post something. Let me know what you guys think!

"Hey! That's my popcorn, get your own," Sam exclaimed, defending his bowl from Sophie's questing hand.

"You're the one who forgot the licorice," Sophie argued, reaching her hand back in as Sam pulled away.

"Yeah, that's because licorice is disgusting," Sam defended. "I told you I wasn't going to buy any."

"Well, the least you could do is give me some popcorn to make up for your error in judgment."

"Screw that!" Sam replied indignantly. "Go pop your own."

Sophie was hanging off her spot on the couch trying to reach the bowl Sam had stretched out behind him when Dean walked in.

"Am I missing something?"

Whipping around to see him, Sophie lost her balance from her precarious perch and fell onto Sam, who let go of the popcorn, causing it to rain down on them and the room.

"Look what you did!" Sophie accused Sam as she brushed the buttery popcorn off of her tanktop and pj shorts. "Now we have no popcorn."

"We didn't have popcorn in the first place, I did. You are just a lousy thief."

"Okay children, you can make more popcorn," Dean reasoned with a smile.

"You're awfully dressed up for movie night," Sam observed when he turned to tell Dean where he could put his advice.

"That, kids, is because I have a date tonight, so I'll be giving movie night a miss," Dean informed with a smirk.

"So, we rented this horror movie, which is apparently your favorite, because you have been whining about it for three weeks and now you aren't going to be here?" Sam asked.

Sophie only asked, "With who?"

"Your friend Alex and we can always watch it again tomorrow," Dean answered both of them.

"Dean…" they said simultaneously.

"What!?"

"She's my friend, Dean." Sophie answered. "I know she can come on a bit strong, but just remember that you will be here for at least another month and that I have to deal with her afterwards," Sophie warned, ignoring that possessive feeling again.

"It's just a date," Dean informed her. "I'm not bringing her home to meet the parents."

Sophie and Sam exchanged skeptical glances.

"Hey! I can manage one date without doing damage," Dean defended, scoffing when they didn't seem to believe him. "Whatever, I'm going somewhere I'm actually wanted."

"The North Pole?" Dean heard Sam's murmured response as he walked out the door and smiled when the laughter began.

It took Sam and Sophie half an hour to get more popcorn popped; they burnt the first bag, argued about the use of the popcorn setting on the second, and finally managed to produce the perfect pop on the third. Then, they had struggled to get the lighting in the room right. Sam wanted all the lights out, said it was the only way to watch a horror movie. Sophie wanted them all on because horror movies terrified her…there was a reason she had avoided Dean's pick for so long. Finally, they rock, paper, scissored for it…

…Dean was right, Sam was good at it.

An hour after they got up to pop the new popcorn, they were finally settled and had pressed play Sophie was fine through the first fifteen minutes of it, and then, par for course with horror movies, people started to get killed off. It wasn't the blood and gore really, she had because accustomed to it again and it didn't give her horrible flashbacks, but she still didn't enjoy it. With each death, she sunk further into the couch, hugging the pillow to her chest. Just as the blond cheerleader was sneaking through the house, the unknown murderer popped up and stabbed her…at the same time as someone grabbed Sophie's shoulder.

"Ahh!" Sophie screamed, shooting up from the couch, knocking the popcorn over in her haste. Blindly, she struck out at whatever had grabbed her and didn't stop until she recognized the voice.

"Shit, Sophie, it's me. Damn it, it's me!" Dean called out as he blocked against the wild swings.

When the fists stopped flying, Dean lowered his arms, only to be struck upside the head. "Ow! That hurt!"

"That wasn't funny, asshole!" Sophie shouted at him, her heart still trying to force its way out of her chest.

Dean exchanged a look with Sam…and they both started laughing.

"Ugh! I hate both of you right now," Sophie growled out as she started to pick her way over the popcorn to go to her room.

"Wait, Soph," Dean gasped out between laughs. "Stay and finish the movie."

"No," she refused stubbornly. "You're both jerks."

"Listen, I'm sorry," Dean said, blocking her path and holding his hands up. "I didn't know you were afraid of horror movies."

"I'm not afraid," she denied. "I just didn't think you would be home so soon."

"Well, in that case, sit back down and finish the movie, there is still over an hour left," Dean said slyly, avoiding her observation about when he got home.

"No," Sophie denied, "I should really go to bed."

"Please stay? If it's just Sam and me out here, then we will destroy the place…although it looks like the two of you got a good start on that," Dean didn't try to avoid the slap to his arm.

"Fine," Sophie agreed reluctantly. "But no more sneaking up on me!"

"Scout's honor," Dean promised.

"You were never a boy scout," Sam called from his position on the floor.

"It's the thought that counts," Dean argued as he plopped down on the couch next to Sophie. "Press play, Sammy."

Ten minutes later and Dean knew for sure that Sophie was lying about not being afraid. If the jumping didn't give her away, then the cowering behind a pillow did. As they watched the young jock go out to investigate the movement he saw in the woods, Dean knew the boy was about to be hacked into bits, so he leaned over to Sophie, "I wouldn't watch if I were you."

"I'm fine," Sophie bit out, not wanting to appear silly.

"Really, it's pretty b…" a scream came from the tv and Sophie nearly jumped off of the couch. After that, she found herself slowly inching towards Dean, finding her end of the couch far too dark and isolated for survival…let alone comfort.

The corner of Dean's mouth twitched upwards as Sophie put her body next to his. "Thought you weren't afraid," he whispered teasingly.

"I'm not," Sophie countered, sticking to her claim. "I'm just…cold." Actually, she was a bit cold, South Dakota nights were chilly even in the summer.

Dean didn't bother to hide his smile as he pulled a blanket off of the back of the couch and held it out to her. "Now you can go back over there."

A bark of laughter escaped as she glanced wearily at the end of the couch.

"Shh…" Sam reprimanded from the floor.

Shaking out the blanket, Dean threw it over the both of them and settled his arm over her shoulders. "I'm a bit cold as well," he explained his actions.

Sophie tucked her feet under the blanket and shifted to get comfortable. It wasn't long before her head was hidden against Dean's chest and could feel the vibrations coming from his laughter against her cheek.

"This isn't funny," her muffled complaint reached him, only causing him to chuckle more. Eventually, she just stopped looking up all together.

"What in blazes?" Bobby mumbled as he followed the popcorn trail into the living room. The tape had rewound itself and was playing over again, but none of the room's occupants were aware of it. Sam lay on the floor, a small puddle of drool forming on his arm that he was using as a pillow. Sophie and Dean lay on the couch, Sophie's feet curled underneath her, Dean's outstretched and propped up by the coffee table. It was their upper halves that were interesting. Dean's back was reclined against the arm of the couch, Sophie was curled up between him and the back rest, her head lay on his chest. One of Dean's arms had curled around her waist and was holding her firmly against him; the other hand rested lightly on her hip.

Bobby shook his head, he believed that they were just friends…he just didn't know if that was all they were gonna remain. Bobby decided that it was obviously innocent, seeing as Sam was laying on the floor less than five feet away from them, so he turned to leave…kicking the upturned popcorn bowl with a clang.

Sophie and Sam shifted when they heard it, but Dean, ever the hunter, snapped his eyes open and immediately sought out the threat in the darkened room. When his eyes fell on Bobby, he relaxed, until he noticed that he had relaxed with Sophie in his arms. He hesitated between ripping his arms away from her and waking her up, and staying where he was and just accepting the beat down he was going to get later.

Bobby made his decision for him when he stepped closer and motioned for Dean to stay there.

"Bobby, I didn't mean…" Dean tried to explain in a whisper.

"Relax boy, I'm not gonna chop your arms off," Bobby told him just as quietly, tugging the blanket up a little higher on them. "Go back to sleep, we'll talk in the morning."

Bobby was just about out of the room when he turned around and warned, "but, if I wake up and notice that anything is going on, then I will chop something off."

Dean quickly nodded his understanding and fought back the churning feeling in his stomach. However, despite the looming talk, it was oddly easy to relax again and let sleep claim him.