Author's Note: I apologize for not updating in so long, I've been super busy and I was sick for like a month straight, so I'm just now getting back into the swing of things. Hopefully I will be able to make at least bi-weekly posts now! Thanks for waiting, enjoy!

It's been a month but Sam still gets embarrassed if Dean or I bring up the coffee girl.

We figured out the case pretty shortly after our little rendezvous at the party with the dead guy's family. As it turns out the father had been making some pretty shady deals to get his business going, and two of them had wound up killing his ex-wife and then his son. Somehow, selling them to a Pagan god for better profits seemed morally okay. The stepmother, while a bitch, wasn't really in on the deal until things started to go south and the dad needed another contender to pull some strings with the company's board of directors.

Once we'd solved the case Sam was eager to get on the road, to get out of that town and away from her, so we'd stop teasing. Dean was eager too because keeping Sam busy helps keep him grounded, whatever that means. Something about having had a spell with Lucifer himself and having a tough time with reality for a while, I decided not to ask.

Dean doesn't say it but he likes to keep busy because it keeps the guilt away. He stops feeling that "I ate too much starch" feeling, swelling in his gut. Guilt is kind of like that, only you feel like the starchy foods are pressing down into your soul somehow, like the two extra pounds you gained are going straight into your emotional pit and crushing you. It really sucks, but distractions keep you from throwing up. It's hard for me to pin point exactly what Dean feels guilty about, because again he doesn't share, but a lot of the time it's just that he feels bad for dragging Sam into the whole hunting thing in the first place. From what I can tell it wasn't his fault, dad disappeared and Dean got freaked out. So, normally, he ran for the only other family he had: Sam. He didn't want to be alone so he asked for help, and it just worked out that Sam got stuck doing the one thing he never wanted to do...

"Has it ever occurred to you that maybe Addy doesn't like AC/DC either, so you're out numbered?" Sam asked Dean, breaking my train of thought.

"Has it ever occurred to you that I don't care?" Dean grunted in reply, turning up 'Back in Black' just a bit more. "House rules, Sammy."

Sam turned and looked at me, "Any input?"

"Not getting involved," I quipped.

Sam rolled his eyes and turned back around, leaning back in his seat and stretching his legs out a bit.

Dean winked at me in the rearview and turned up the music a little, he was smiling but there was just an inkling of that starchy feeling in his gut. I wished there was a way I could tell him not to feel bad, that Sam was okay with all of this, and that I was okay with all of it too. But there was a slim chance I'd convince him. For now it seemed I was just going to have to get used to that transmitted feeling of stocking up on too many mashed potatoes, and try to blow it all away with a little classic rock.