All the windows were down and my music was turned up at a high volume. I had my aviators on and my hair tied back out of my face, enjoying the feel of the wind whipping through my car. I was singing along to one of my CDs, glancing back in the rearview mirror and seeing the Impala behind me still. I could make out Dean singing behind the steering wheel, which just made me grin. Sam hated his music.

We had been driving for hours before Dean called and told me to pull over because he was starving. At the next exit I pulled off and went looking for something moderately decent, only finding fast food joints. I knew Dean loved McDonalds so I gave up and pulled in there. Seconds later the Impala was parked beside my car.

"You put my car to shame," I whined to Dean as he got out of his car.

He gave me a triumphant look before nodding his head. "Good, your cars a piece of shit anyway."

I shot him a glare which made Sam laugh. "It may not be anything fancy but it gets me from place to place. And has good gas mileage."

He rolled his eyes before heading into the restaurant. Sam smiled at me before following his brother inside, me following behind and discreetly checking out his ass.

We ordered our food and I grabbed my drink before picking out a booth to sit in. I always did, they'd come to learn. I loved booths, they always felt more private.

"So should we be expecting anything bad when we meet these friends of yours?" Dean questioned as he took a huge bite out of his burger.

"No, I don't live in a whore house or anything, jeez."

Sam choked on the Coke he was drinking and I smirked at him.

"Just normal people, nothing to be worried about. I already told Beth I was coming and she's got this plan that we're going to a bar when we get there."

"I'm in."

I rolled my eyes at Dean. "Of course you are. You're always up for getting drunk."

"Hey now, be nice!"

Our late lunch put us behind by forty minutes, but I tried to make up for it by speeding more than I really should have. Dean didn't seem to have any problems keeping up.

It wasn't too long after the sun had set that we'd pulled up at the house I'd spent the last few months trying to make a home. I got out and made my way up to the house, not really bothering to wait for the guys. I opened the front door and was immediately pulled into a hug.

"Calista!"

"Bethany!" I squealed back.

We let go when I heard throats being cleared behind me. I spun around to the guys and grinned.

"Boys this is Beth, Beth this is Dean and Sam."

She greeted them before telling us all to come inside.

"Holy hell you said he was attractive but I didn't know you meant hottest man alive gorgeous," Beth whispered as she looked at Sam. "No wonder why you've been so stuck on him."

I hit her playfully. "Shut up!"

She grinned mischievously at me before informing us all that the boys, Matt and Vick, were out on a case while Megan and Lily were upstairs waiting for me to get back. Apparently we really were going to a bar.

"With a bunch of girls?" Dean gave me a look.

"Oh whatever, you'll love Beth. She reminds me of you," I told him.

He gave me a weird look.

"I'm going to get changed then," I informed them all before exiting down the hall to my room.

"Bella!" I shouted as I entered.

"She hasn't left your bed in days!" I heard Beth shout back.

I grinned down at the cat before scooping her up into my arms. "I missed you kitty."

I set the cat back down, petting her once more, then quickly changed into something more appropriate for a bar and threw on some make up. I had to admit, I was purposely trying to look hot for Sam. It was probably obvious, seeing as what I was wearing would never be deemed an outfit to go hunting in and that was all I usually wore. When I made my way out back to the living room I noticed everyone already down there. I also noticed Sam eyeing me up, his eyes lingering on my cleavage for a bit. I smiled, satisfied with the reaction.

"Let's go damn it," I said, heading out the front door. "Sam you're coming with me."

He didn't even argue, just followed along after me while Dean got into one of the girls' cars.

"You look really good," he said after we had been driving for a few minutes.

"Thanks Sam."

I tried not to blush.

"You always look good though," he added.

I was sure I was blushing now. "No, that's impossible."

He shot me a disbelieving look. "Like when?"

"In the mornings I look like death. Especially if I'm hungover. Or when I'm really drunk."

He shifted in his seat to face me while looking pensive. "No," he said while shaking his head a little, "I always thought you were cute when you were really drunk. And I like seeing you in the mornings, hungover or not. When we used to go on those old hunts and we shared a bed, I always liked waking up to see you with your hair out of place and your make up sometimes a mess."

"Aw Sam, you're going to make me blush so bad my skin will be permanently red."

He chuckled beside me.

By the time we got to the bar and piled out I was actually in the mood for drinking and dancing.

"This bar seems pretty packed," Dean noted as we headed inside.

"Always is," Lily told him over the music.

We grabbed a table and I forced Sam to do some shots with me right away. It was something we used to do every time we entered a bar in the past. Not long after I was already feeling the effects.

"I want to dance," I informed Sam as I turned to look at him. He had this goofy look on his face but didn't protest as I pulled him over to where a mass of people were grinding on each other to the music. We fit right into the crowd and I pulled him close to me, enjoying the contact and normalcy.

My arms were around his neck, pulling him into a kiss occasionally. We stayed like that through a few songs before deciding we needed more to drink. I followed Sam through the crowd, my hand held in his. I swear I must have had the biggest smile ever on my face when we got back to the table. Dean seemed pretty focused on something funny Beth was saying. They both looked up at us once we sat down though with drinks in our hands.

"Having fun?" Dean asked his brother with a knowing smile.

"You have no idea," Sam responded before throwing an arm around my waist.

Beth winked at me with a big grin. Suddenly I noticed her glance over my shoulder and a frown replaced it.

I looked back and my eyes caught with someone I'd rather not have seen. He smiled when he saw me, which I ignored and turned back around instantly, leaning more into Sam.

"Oh no," Beth mumbled.

I assumed that meant he was coming this way.

"Cali?"

My eyes shut quickly at the sound of my name coming from his mouth. This wasn't going to be good.

Sam was giving me a funny look and Dean looked like he wanted to punch the guy.

"Hey," I said in a lifeless tone.

"I haven't heard from you in awhile, how've you been?"

Clearly he couldn't tell I wasn't interested in talking to him.

"I'm fine."

"I haven't seen you at Charlie's for a few days. Taken some time off work?"

"No, I've been busy," I said, purposely being short with him.

He seemed to have finally noticed Sam and the way we were sitting together.

"Who's this?"

"Who're you?" Sam shot, annoyed with the guy. I could tell he was jealous.

"I'm Bryce, Cali's boyfriend."

My head hit the table and I felt Sam shift uncomfortably beside me.

"What?" Dean asked, pulling a face.

"He is not my boyfriend. We dated for a bit, but we weren't a thing," I said bitterly.

Bryce gave me a sour look. "I'm pretty sure we were a 'thing'," he air quoted at me, "we were together for a few months."

I rolled my eyes. "Casually dating. It was never anything official. You didn't get the hint when I stopped going out with you?"

"I figured you were busy."

"I told you I wasn't interested!"

"Why don't you admit that you've been cheating on me," Bryce snapped at me.

I gasped. "Are you serious? You can't be serious." I shook my head violently. "We aren't having this conversation, you're drunk and being a moron."

"We're definitely over now," he said to me, giving me a horrible look.

"Just go away," I said incredibly annoyed.

"You heard the lady," Dean added when it looked like he was going to say more. "Go away."

Bryce left after that and I felt Sam's arm move from around my waist.

Great.

"Sam, we weren't dating," I assured him.

He looked a little distant and I felt my stomach drop. My good mood just flew out the window.

"Why don't we just talk about this in the morning?" he suggested in a soft tone. He had that crushed puppy look on his face and I felt like I'd somehow messed up big time.

I sighed, nodding my head gently before running a hand through my hair.

I wanted to hit Bryce. Stupid, clingy jerk. I hoped the run in with him didn't ruin anything between me and Sam. I was not a cheater, and I was definitely not with Bryce when I'd left to Bobby's days ago. Hell, I hadn't been with Bryce in a month or more. I hadn't really even meant to casually date him either, but I guess that was a story to save for the morning.