A/N: The biggest problem I have with stories is typing them. I write in various notebooks during classes, but when I have to type them I don't have the will to do it… Think it has something to do with my keyboard, I'm sure it hates me… Anyway, I'll try to update sooner next time, enjoy :)

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Tish sighed as she got behind the counter, hoping work will keep her mind away from Dean, who left on a hunt yesterday. Ever since telling her, actually it was more yelling at her, about what's out there, they've gotten closer. After moving in, especially after making those shelves for her records while she was on a trip with girls, Tish knew she was in love with Dean. And she told him that one night when they were snuggled on the couch watching Toy story, since she refused to watch horrors because he would count the things they got wrong. She wasn't expecting him to say it back, so his response "It would be bitch if it was one-sided, but I love you too so it's okay" was a bit of surprise to her, but in a good way. Of course, the rest of the night was spent all over the bedroom.

Since some of the trips took time, she persuaded Dean to tell Trucker the truth. In the beginning, he was somewhat skeptic but after talking with Zo, who confirmed everything Dean said, he accepted it. They all agreed not to tell anything to Jen and Piper, unless they had to. So the life at Beach City Grill went back to the way it had been before.

Her and Dean's one year anniversary was three weeks away and Tish hoped Dean would be home then. Watching as a group of three guys entered the shop, Tish smiled as she found the notepad to take their orders, "What can I get you boys?" Her eyes widened as the fourth guy joined the group, but not one of them noticed her reaction.

"Yourself, maybe?" the blond one checked her out.

"Mike, you're disgusting," Dean's brother said, "Sorry about him."

"It's okay. He's really lucky tough," Tish said, trying to remember the name.

"And why is that?" blond, Mike, asked.

"My boyfriend's not here, so you'll live," she had no doubt Dean would kill him. Or at least beat him up a bit.

"Man, that would be fun to watch," one of the other two guys said, "Mike get his ass kicked because he tried to score with someone's girl," all of them, except Mike, laughed.

"Anyway," Dean's brother looked at her. Sammy. His name is Sam, Tish remembered. "Recommend us something?"

"Chicken and mozzarella."

"I'll have twelve inches, ten for them. You serve beer?" he looked kinda embarrassed asking.

"El Sol okay?"

"Perfect," Sam smiled at her.

"Sam, stop flirting. She's out of your league," Mike called from one of the booths.

"Idiot, I'm dating your sister," Sam yelled back at him, grinning from ear to ear.

"Don't remind me please," Mike groaned and banged his head on the table causing everyone to laugh once again.

When Sam turned around to face her again, Tish was surprised to see a sad smile on his face, "You okay?"

"Yeah, it's just…" Sam trailed off, looking at the counter, "you remind me of my brother."

She could tell it was painful for him to talk about Dean, so she tried to lighten up the situation, "Is he hot?"

Sam chuckled, "Unbelievable, he's not even here and girls are still interested in him. He could probably beat up your boyfriend."

"Yeah, probly," she answered before realizing her mistake. Probly was an expression she picked up from Dean, one of the many. Ignoring Sam's puzzled face, she switched the topic "Your sandwiches will be done in ten minutes."

"Sure," Sam turned around and went to his friends. Trucker chose that moment to come in.

"Trucker, could you finish this order. I have a call."

"Already? You spoke not two hours ago," Trucker looked at Tish standing in front of him, "What are you waiting? Go!"

Tish went out using the back doors and called Dean as soon as she was away from the shop. He picked up after the first ring, "Hello love," she could hear the smile in his voice.

"Hey baby. Where are you?"

"Just finished lunch, about to hit the road. Why?"

"I have something to tell you and it would be better if you aren't driving."

"You're pregnant."

"What?" sometimes she was really amazed with the things his mind came up.

"Considering the amount of time we spend in bed, well not just bed more like any flat surface, it's no wonder. I mean, we used protection but one could have been ripped and…"

He was rambling and it was funny listen to him when he was like that but she stopped him, "I'm not pregnant."

"You're not?" was that disappointment in her voice or she was imagining it?

"Not yet, anyway."

"Are you trying to get me home faster?" she just knew he was smirking.

"I met your brother today."

"What?" she had to move away the phone from her ear, "Sorry."

"He and a couple of his friends are here right now. He told me I remind him of you."

"What did you say to that?"

"I asked is his brother hot. And he said that his brother could probly beat up my boyfriend."

"Think it's a tie with that. But he is hot."

"I know he is," she smiled, remembering their shower before he left, "I have to go now, before Trucker comes looking for me."

"Okay. Love you, babe."

"Ditto," with that Tish hung up and went back to the shop.

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On Sunday morning, Dean lay in bed watching Tish sleep. He came back late last night, or early in the morning depending how you looked at it, and snuck into bed next to his girlfriend. He thought they wouldn't last long, considering their personalities, but their one year anniversary is less than two weeks away. When he told her the truth, he thought she would walk out and never think about him, but she didn't. She stayed by his side and he couldn't describe how happy and grateful he was for it. There was one more thing on his mind and that was Tish meeting Sam. While he was on a hunt, Sam came to Santa Cruz. He wanted to be the one who introduced them, the two best things in his life. And now Sam already met Tish, but didn't know who she really was, what she meant to his brother.

Looking at the clock on the nightstand he realized he had about half an hour before she got up, Dean decided to surprise her with breakfast in bed. He slowly got out of the bed, careful not to wake her and walked over to the chair where his sweatpants were discarded. Smiling at the image of Tish wearing his clothes when he wasn't around he put them on, not bothering with the shirt. Quietly opening and closing the doors behind him, he walked down the stairs and towards the kitchen, but stopped abruptly when he noticed Dad sleeping on the couch. Not wanting to wake him either, Dean tried to make as little sound as possible as he continued his journey trough the house. Wondering what Dad was doing here or when he came, Dean started making coffee. It wasn't long before he heard other man moving around, probably woken by the smell of coffee.

"Nice place you got here," John said as a way of greeting, leaning on the counter next to Dean. It was the first time, in almost three years, that he came to Santa Cruz. Usually when he wanted to see Dean, he would ask his help on a hunt, but he spent last two days checking on Sam so he decided to check on Dean as well. Dean gave him the key when he first got the house, last night at 4 a.m. he let himself in and crashed on the couch.

"You should see the study," Dean grinned and poured coffee in two mugs, sliding one across the counter to Dad.

John sipped the hot liquid and smiled, "Let me guess, the weapons are there?"

"Along with some books and stuff," Dean said rummaging trough the refrigerator, looking for eggs to make omelet. Unfortunately, his plan of breakfast in bed now had to be canceled, but he could still make them something so Tish doesn't have to. "Were you hunting?" Dean asked taking out everything he needed to make English breakfast.

"No, I was in the neighborhood so I stopped by," John took his coffee and walked over to the living room as Dean cooked. Last night he didn't have much energy to look around, but now rested and with coffee in hand, he could see the entire room. It screamed Dean, from the entertainment system to shelves littered with car models, dragon figurines and pictures. First frame held a picture of him and Mary leaning on the Impala, couple of days after the wedding. Next to it was a picture of Dean and Sam, taken just a month before Sam left. John didn't know where it was taken but he could see the happiness in it, the joy his boys had when they were together. There were few pictures with some other people John didn't know, but most of the pictures were of Dean with a beautiful redhead who he assumed was Dean's girlfriend. He never thought his eldest would have a relationship longer than one night, but stranger things have happened. Ominous click brought his mind back to the present and he turned around slowly.

"Who are you?" Dean heard Tish's question to Dad and hurried to the living room, standing next to his father. Tish was wearing his black Led Zeppelin T-shirt that came to the middle of her thighs and pointing his nickel plated Colt 1911 at Dad, her grip confident with no trace of fear. Her hair was still tousled from sleep, making her look even hotter. Looking at Tish, he realized that in front of him was the sexiest sight he ever saw and would be forever imprinted in his memory, to the smallest detail. It took looking at Dad and few deep breaths to calm down and banish all the images Tish's appearance provoked.

"Baby, relax. This is my Dad," then he walked over to her and put his arms around here, feeling her lean into him, dropping the gun by her side, "Dad, this is Tish," he looked at his father with a bright smile on his face.