The air in the room was thick with unsaid words. Dean grumbled to himself about the idea of Sam hooking up with you. Sam was angry that his brother couldn't just be happy for him, and that he had interrupted you both before anything could happen. And you were upset that everyone was so mad about this.

Dean and Sam both gave you the quickest tutorial ever on how to make witch killing bullets, and opted to have you grind up the powder so they could stuff it into the bullets. You all sat in silence, doing your jobs and working together.

It seemed like hours went by quickly, and before you knew it your stomach was grumbling in need of food. "I'll make a food run." Dean opted, leaning back in his chair and rubbing at his eyes.

"No, I'll go." Sam jumped up. He made his way quickly to the door, stopping only to grab the keys hanging on a hook and slammed the door behind him.

You sighed, "Do I need to keep doing this?" You pushed your work towards Dean.

He shook his head. "No. I think its pain killer time for you anyway. How are you feeling?" He stood, approaching the dresser and tossing you the pills. You poured a few into your hand and twirled the little pills around.

"Like everyone could use a drink." You popped the pills in your mouth quickly and swallowed. "And like if you or Sam ask me one more time I am going to show you just how I feel."

Dean laughed, "Yeah I know how that goes."

Dean and you sat in silence for a moment. But this silence was different. No longer did the air feel thick, no longer were words running through everyone's mind just needing to explode out. No, this silence was calm and welcomed.

You coughed, "Claire, you met her right?"

"Yeah. And she wasn't very good at keeping secrets." Dean smiled as he remembered the night. Claire had been more than affectionate towards him, and even tried to make a pass. But Dean knew better. She was a witch and he was technically working. "So we're going to have to find her quick."

"And these bullets will kill her?" You picked one of the finished bullets up, looking at in intently as though you had extensive knowledge about bullets.

"They should. They're stuffed with some sort of potion that is supposed to kill witches, only we've never actually gotten the chance to use them." Dean came back to the table, two drinks in hand. He hesitated to hand you one, but decided it didn't matter. He mixed pain pills and booze before; but he wasn't a normal person. Alcohol was practically his blood.

"So this could be a complete waste of time?" You place the bullet down gently, and replaced it with the drink Dean handed you. You downed it in a single drink, and set the glass down with a slam.

Dean eyed you suspiciously. "Yes."

"Awesome."


Sam returned with food by the handfuls and took over the table previously used for bullet making with food. Both Dean's and yours stomach rumbled with excited anticipation as you both started to dig into the bags of food in front of you without hesitation.

Sam chuckled as he watched the two of you mirror movements an stuff food into your mouth. "You two are like long lost twins." He said before sitting down and joining you both. The thick tension filled air was replaced with the sounds of chewing.

In the middle of your meal your phone buzzed, and you ran into the other room to answer it. Word was bound to be spreading about your parents by now. Dean and Sam could only keep it quiet for so long before the press and media found out. And sooner or later you had expected to get the inevitable phone call that they were dead. After all, everyone still believed you were moved out.

You reached your phone just in time to hit the answer button, but not read the name flashing on it. "Hello." You said breathlessly, out of breath from your short little run.

"Hey, Y/N its me, Cindy from the park the other day?" Her voice made your body clench as you lay on your bed.

"Yeah hey." You said.

"I have been trying to call you, but I kept getting your voicemail."

"Yeah. I uh- haven't had my phone on for the past few days. I'm sorry." You lied, hoping that you sounded even the slightest bit like it was the truth. You weren't about tell her you just got released from the hospital due to being attacked by witches.

"Well, are you busy tomorrow? We're having a small get together and would love for you to join." Her voice was rushed, and you could hear the sounds of music behind her.

"For sure. I wont be up to anything." You glanced at the open door, you could hear Sam and Dean talking casually now, and hoped that they would let you go to the party, if not at least they could come up with a vaild excuse as to why you weren't aloud to attend.

"Yay! You remember where I live right?"

"Same house as when we were kids?"

"Very same one. Uh- it will start about 4pm?"

"Sounds perfect."

"Can't wait to see you!" And she hung up. You dropped your hand by your side and looked up at the ceiling throwing yourself back on your bed. You sighed. You were full, no more food needed to be consumed and Sam and Dean seemed to be getting along perfectly. Would a little nap kill you?

"What sounds perfect?" Sam asked, standing in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest. You sat up quickly, too quickly as your vision started to blur. "You uh- talk loudly." He entered the room slowly. Footsteps dragging along the floor heavily.

You nodded, accepting his excuse for listening in. "Right. I got invited to a barbecue with a few of my old high school friends."

"Y/N, didn't we talk about you going off on your own?" He sat close to you on the bed, his jeans rubbing against yours. You looked down at your knee, seeing the tiny gap between you two and wishing it weren't there.

"Yes. But I figured you'd join. Keep me safe." You looked up at him, giving him your best puppy dog look you could.

The smile threatening his face was enough to break your look. "Sorry, that was a cute attempt, but its safer for you to stay here."

"You can't keep me locked in here Sam. I still need to maintain appearances." You crossed your arms over your chest and pouted like a little child.

"You're right." He sighed, "I'll talk to Dean about it. Maybe we can come up with a way to keep you safe."

You rose to your knees and wrapped your arms tightly around Sam's torso in a hug."Thanks! You're the best!" You squeezed him tight and kept your grip on him. After a few moments Sam caught on and wrapped an arm around you loosely. You stayed like that for a while, welcoming the heat of Sam against you before pulling away.

Sam cleared his throat. "I uh- came in here originally to tell you were going to stake out that Claire. See where she goes when she leaves the club, if she has friends, who they are."

"Right. The case." You sighed.


Dean and Sam sat in the front seat of the Impala as they filled their guns with the bullets you had previously made. The club in sight. "So I'll go in and make sure she's here." Dean said, cocking his gun and turning to Sam. "No funny business!" He raised a stern finger at his brother, eyes flicking to you and returning to Sam's annoyed looking face.

You all sat there for a moment, Dean staring down his brother. He left the car silently, the sounds of the creaking door echoing through the car as Sam let out a loud sigh and leaned back in his seat. He ran a hand through his hair and licked his lips before turning to you and flashing you a smile.

"What's his deal?" You asked, resting your arms on the back of the front seat.

"If I told you jealously would you believe me?" Sam asked.

You didn't answer. It would have been no, if you had. Dean jealous of what? Sam and you? Impossible. Dean returned, his steps hurried as he did. He glanced both ways across the street before jogging his way to you both. He slid into his seat with ease and looked back and forth between you and his brother.

"Okay, She's in there. And she's not alone." Dean said, fixing himself. He pulled at the hems of his shirt and made himself more comfortable before looking out the large front window facing the club.

Sam turned to his brother, using his whole body to look at him, "Not alone as in?"

"I think its a bachelorette party?" Dean asked more than told. He never really took his eyes off the front door, making sure that on one came in or out of the club without him knowing which was good since he was the only one to know what she looked like.

Sam raised his hands in annoyance and dropped them on his lap with a loud slap. "Great. That could go on all night." He shook his head and returned his body to facing forward, watching the door just as his brother was.

"Nah, I'm pretty sure its going to be ending soon." Dean said, and although you couldn't see it, you knew he had a devilish grin on his face.

"What did you do?" Sam asked, perking up. "Dean?" Sam asked again, only Dean didn't get a chance to answer. Suddenly the club was exploded with people rushing out of it in frantic hurries to find their cars.

Dean chuckled as he watched the people running out. He scanned the crowd for one in particular, Claire, and when he saw her he practically jumped out of his seat. "See the blonde? That's her."

"She's your type." Sam said rolling his eyes.

Dean pat his brother on the shoulder, "She's a witch."

Suddenly you all watched her intently. She ran, looking back every few steps towards her car. You watched as she with shaky hands tried to unlock her car, only to fail and miss the opening over and over again. "Dude, what did you do?"

"I told a little lie. Everyone's fine." Dean raised his shoulders up. "Watch her." And we did.

She placed her hands a few inches from the lock on her car, mumbled a few words no one could hear, and entered the car. "She was doing little things like that in front of me the other night too."

Dean roared his car to life and followed her, making sure to keep her in his line of sight as he maneuvered through the crowd. Eventually she made her way out of the hectic people all frantically searching for their cars in fear of whatever Dean had said or did in the club.

You lay in the back seat, legs kicked up as you drifted in and out of sleep. "She's trying to make sure no one knows where she's going." Dean whispered to his brother. "She keeps turning left, left, right, and back down to where we've been before."

"What is she hiding?" Sam asked.

Dean shrugged. "Her coven?