Dean woke up much later alone in bed, but he could smell food cooking from the kitchen. He pulled on a pair of jeans, sans boxers, and padded downstairs. He found Maggie in the kitchen cutting fruit while pancakes cooked next to her. She was in a long sleeved teeshirt and a pair of black leggings, her hair pulled up in a ponytail. Quietly, he walked up behind her and slid his hands around her waist, his lips on her neck. Maggie smiled and leaned back against him.

"Did I scare you?" He asked.

"I felt you coming." Maggie turned to face him. She lightly touched the bite marks on his neck. "You're starting to bruise."

"It doesn't even hurt." Dean shrugged, kissing her. Maggie's arms went around his neck and Dean picked her up, laying on the table, his lips never leaving hers and covering her with his body. His hands played with the bottom of her shirt as her legs wrapped around his hips.

"Hey now, table is public domain!" Ellen called, coming in the door with Sam, their arms layden with bags of groceries. Dean reluctantly climed off of Maggie, helping her up. Maggie smoothed her hair and cleared her throat.

"You guys are just in time for pancakes." She said, returning to cutting fruit, while Dean manned the stove.

"Good, I'm starving." Dean said, helping Ellen to start putting away what they had just brought in.

"Alright Cowboy, I got this." She said, nudging Dean away from the stove. "You and Sam go bring in the rest."

"Yes, ma'am." Dean followed his brother out the door.

"So," Ellen said, trying to hide a smile. "Can't get enough of him, can you?"

"We will try to keep our rendevouz to the privacy of the bedroom." Maggie answered, barely able to control her giggle. She had to put the knife down to avoid cutting herself as laughter errupted from them both.

"Sounds like I missed something hilarious." Maggie whipped around at the sound of the familiar voice.

"Garth!" She exclaimed, running to him and throwing her arms around him in a hug. "Where have you been?"

"Oh, here and there. I never stay in one place very long." Garth answered. "Do I smell pancakes?"

"Sure do, we're just about to sit down." Ellen told him. There was a crash that made them all jump. Sam and Dean stood in the other doorway, Sam having just dropped the case of water he was carrying.

"How - where - you're supposed to be dead!" Dean shouted, staring wide-eyed at Garth.

"Speaking of which, you guys owe me a new hat."

"I don't think that answered their questions." Maggie whispered to him. Garth nodded.

"I faked my own death guys. I thought that would be obvious."

"But you're a werewolf!" Sam was shouting now.

"Please, I'm a vegetarian." Garth shrugged, taking a seat at the table and starting to stack pancakes on his plate. There was silence. Garth looked up at the boys still staring. "Okay, sit down and I'll explain everything, but I'm seriously starving right now."

When the boys still didn't move, Maggie took their hands and pullled them to chairs. Only after she had piled their plates with food, did they move, distracted now by pancakes.

"Okay, so explain." Dean said, his mouth half full.

"I faked my death, you guys burned my favorite hat. Since then, I've been wandering around doing little hunting jobs. But once I heard Maggie was here, I knew I'd be safe so I made my way back."

"But what about the full moon?" Sam asked. "You know, when you change?"

"Please, that's no big." Garth shrugged. "Thanks to Maggie, there's no problem. I just chill in a hotel room for a few days." Dean looked at Maggie, the question clear on his face.

"Wolfsbane. Mixed with a little lavender and nutmeg for taste."

"It works wonders." Garth nodded. "By the way, I need more."

"I'll make you some tonight. The garden lavender is ready for picking anyway." Maggie told him, taking a bite of a strawberry in a way that made Dean stop and watch her, feeling his jeans start to tighten. Garth looked from Dean to Maggie and back again.

"Is this what I think it is?" He asked.

"That and more," Ellen smiled and winked at him.

"I don't believe it." Garth shook his head. "The rough and tumble Dean Winchester is in love?"

"Not so much rough as tumble." Maggie smiled. "In fact -"

"Maggie!" Dean exclaimed.

"We'll talk later," Maggie whispered to Garth.

"No, there will be no girl talk about me." Dean protested.

"Dean, hunny, there's always girl talk about you." Ellen patted his hand apologetically. "You should be use to it now."

"Well it still makes me uncomfortable." Dean slumped into his chair, crossing his arms in a pout.