Here, the same day! Just for Peatrie (for her reviews of more than one story) and Brookey Babe(for her really long reviews). And a little Sammyage for RockChik14tx(because she thought he was feeling left out.)

Sam sat typing on his laptop while Dean drove, carefully following Cait's white Charger. Dean seemed lost in thought and was silent, even more than usual.

Sam was on a search engine. He entered the name 'Jacob Statham' into the keyword box. Thousands of hits popped up, so he decided to narrow the parameters. He entered 'Caitlyn Statham,' 'U.S. Navy' and 'death of.'

He clicked on one of the links:

Tragedy struck our small town ofMonticello, Californiayesterday. Jacob, James, Kelly and Sonya Statham were discovered murdered in the Statham home by Jacob's daughter Caitlyn.

All four of the victims were killed in the living room of the home while watching a children's movie together. The young Miss Statham's flight had been delayed and had arrived late.

Jake Statham, retired U.S. Navy, was a much respected member of the community and made friends with everyone he met. Jake's late wife Devon had passed on over twenty-four years ago giving birth to their daughter Caitlyn. James restored classic cars for a living while his wife Kelly was a teacher at the local kindergarten. Jake's granddaughter Sonya had just had her fourth birthday and was days away from her first day of preschool.

CSIs scoured the house for days, but found no DNA, prints, hairs not fibers. Police are baffled and have no suspects or leads.

Sam shook his head ruefully and sighed as he closed his computer. He leaned his head against the window and stared out at the passing scenery.

He felt enormously guilty over the fact that he'd whined about losing his mother and fiancée having been taken by the demon, one in front of him. Cait had never known her mother and had discovered the rest of her family brutally murdered in her family home.

Dean's phone rang, jarring Sam from his self-deprecating thoughts. Dean lowered the volume of the music playing through the car, and answered the ringing cell. Sam could hear only one side of the conversation however.

"Hey Cait." Dean said with a smile. It was amazing, Sam thought, how easily she could make him light up like a Christmas tree.

Dean listened for a moment, then smacked Sam's arm to get his attention. "You hungry?" Sam nodded and Dean turned his focus back to the phone. "Yeah, Sammy wants to try to fill that bottomless pit he calls a stomach." He nodded for a moment. "Sounds good." After a minute he said goodbye and clicked off the phone.

"So where are we heading?" Sam asked his brother.

"IHOP." Dean replied. "Says she wants those chocolate chip pancakes with the face on it made out of whipped cream."

Sam smiled. "Cravings?"

Dean nodded. "Cravings." Then he turned up the music just in time to hit the intro of Zeppelin's 'Stairway to Heaven.'

They pulled into the parking lot of the Indianapolis IHOP. Cait hopped out of her car with a wide smile on her face. She was wearing her signature jeans, green and white sneakers and a red T-shirt that had 'Happy Bunny' emblazoned across the top half and declared 'Make the stupid people shut up!' just below the cartoon rabbit.

Dean let his eyes travel down her body for a minute, enjoying the lusher proportions it'd taken on since they'd been together. Cait looked over at him a raised one eyebrow.

"You know," She said, trying to keep herself from laughing. "In most cultures it's considered rude to stare."

Dean smiled. "When it comes to you, who could resist?"

Sam watched as both his brother and Cait started laughing. A little too hard, he thought, for such a corny line.

"So, breakfast?" Sam said finally.

"Of course." Cait said with a wide grin as she headed for the door. "Like I'm gonna miss out on those chocolate chip pancakes?"

She entered the restaurant in her usual way, her movements quick and without any waste of motion. The brothers watched her go with amusement. Then they followed her in.

When they got to the table, they found Cait talking with whom they assumed was their waiter. Dean brushed past him none too gently to get to Cait's side of the booth. He slid in beside her and put his arm around her waist possessively.

Both Cait and Sam looked at him surprised, but they quickly masked their reactions.

"Chocolate chip pancakes with the whipped cream smiley face, please." Cait told the blonde haired, pale-green eyed useless-pretty-boy of a waiter as she handed him her menu. "And a glass of fat-free milk."

He gave her a wide toothy smile. "Sure thing." Dean's glare quickly made the smile melt like a child-munching snowman in the seventh circle of Dante's Inferno. He hurriedly took the orders of both Winchesters and fled as quickly as his feet could carry him.

"That boy is sure as hell not getting a tip." Dean grumbled under his breath.

Their food arrived several minutes later, the waiter almost dropping the plates he held when Dean turned his attention on him.

Cait dove into her pancakes in happy abandon. When she placed that first chocolatey piece past her lips and took a bite, she let out a loud moan of pleasure. Dean's eyes widened as he watched her. Sam watched his brother's expression with mirth as he saw the way Dean couldn't tear his eyes from her.

She looked up and saw that both of them weren't eating but watching her instead. She froze and looked from one to the other.

"I didn't realize I was..." She stopped. "Sorry." Her cheeks were pale pink.

Dean immediately stopped watching her and dove into his food. Cait looked over at Sam and he smiled, then picked up his burger and began to eat.

/pushes Dean in front of the computer/

Dean (grumbling): I swear if you didn't decide whether or not I ever get laid...

/pokes him in the back/

Dean (still grumbling): Please review

/Dean takes of his shirt/

Dean (sighing) : I feel dirty.

In reality Monticello, California is now at the bottom of the Monticello Dam. How cool is that? I wanted a town that I could use, know where it actually was, but not step on anyone's toes.