Dean held up a glass full of alcohol and said in a soft voice, "To us, the coolest bad asses on the freakin' planet."

"Cheers," Angel stated quietly and downed the whole glass.

Dean put his glass down and looked at her with a worried look. "In all of my days, I ain't seen a woman down a whole glass like that before."

Angel cringed from the sting and cleared her throat. She motioned the barkeep to get her another drink and turned her attention to Dean, who was waiting patiently for her to respond. "Yeah, well it hasn't been the best day ever. My sister basically said she didn't want me there and wouldn't care if I died."

His jade green eyes glimpsed down at the floor for a second before flickering back to Angel's eyes. "Look, that's been on her mind for a while. They ain't like us. We shoot first, think later. They're the opposite. Everything she said is what she's bottled up inside."

"And Sammy thinks the same way about you."

He took another sip of his drink and finished it off. "Well, that doesn't matter to me right now. That's for future me to figure out and be concerned with." He ordered another drink and looked around the bar. It was full of life. People were drinking, dancing, singing, or talking loudly. The country music rang in their ears and the smoke from cigarettes burned the inside of their noses. The old pool table had a red velvet top that was torn and dirty in a few places. The short pool sticks were adjusted from getting shorter or broken every year from wear and tear. The freshly painted walls were tacky against the creaky floor planks that needed to be refurbished. He inhaled and smiled sweetly, "Ah, the smell of home."

"I think we need to make a new definition of home for you," Angel swished her drink around the glass and set it down.

He looked at her adoringly and raised an eyebrow. "What, are we going to buy a house? Just me and you?"

Angel's bright blue eyes darkened and her stomachs did back flips. She tightened her grip on the glass and her lip quivered. "Does that mean Sammy wants to break up with me? If he agreed we should split up?"

Dean hesitated before he answered, "I'm sure he wants to stay with you. You're a great person."

"Aw, how sweet, you actually gave me a nice compliment. Are you drunk?"

He chuckled deeply and smiled genuinely. He drank what was left in his cup and slammed it down on the countertop. "Gettin' there."

"You really wanna settle down somewhere? In an actual home?" Angel finally turned to him and inhaled a little bit of the smoky air. He was right. A bar was kind of their second home.

He played with his hands for a second in a nervous manner and recomposed himself. "Yeah. I want to settle down somewhere. Somewhere where we can continue hunting but also live our lives. I haven't done that in so long…"

Angel put a hand on his shoulder and nodded. "I have my parents' house we can stay at. I guess I was wrong for wanting to sell it." She sighed sadly and stated, "I need to apologize to my sister."

"You should let her cool off more. She might not be ready to talk."

Angel put some money down on the counter, "Next round's on me then."

Sam typed with stress on his laptop as he searched up a new job. Sweat had formed on his forehead and he fidgeted in his seat. His eyes were focused on the screen and he tapped his foot against the flooring. Alice paced the room, taking in deep breaths and drinking the water she had in her bottle. Her shaking hands nearly dropped the bottle every time, but she clasped onto it tight enough to where it wouldn't slip. Her knees felt weak and she brushed her red hair out of her face. "They'll be here soon, don't worry," Sam said in a calm tone. On the inside, he was freaking out. They could've gone insane and slaughtered innocent supernatural beings or something worse. With how angry and upset they were, anything could have happened. He was expecting the worst.

Dean stumbled into the room and closed the door behind him. He saw Sam at the little table and looked away to see Alice running out of the room. He sat down on his bed and removed his shoes before jumping into bed.

"Dean…"

Dean cut him off, "I get what you're going…going to say. 'Dean, I don't want to hunt with you anymore.'" He burped and cracked his neck before finishing, "I don't wanna listen to that right now, Sammy."

Sam peered at his brother with his wide hazel eyes. He closed his laptop and turned fully towards him. He propped his elbows on his knees and held up his head with his hands. "Dean, I'm sorry."

Dean turned over to look at him and questioned, "But?"

"There is no but. I'm staying with you. I had time to think it out and us against the world is how I want it to be. Now you can't get rid of me."

"Well, Sammy, with your point of view, I think you're stuck with me." Dean sighed and Sam could smell his breath from across the small space between them. "I ruined your precious life. Why would you want to stay?"

Sam pondered for a moment and closed his eyes. "I don't have anything to go back to." His heart ached for his old life and his hands shook. He rubbed his temples to calm himself before adding, "That interview is long gone. The world thinks I'm a deceased murderer. I don't want to start new again. I have Angel."

"You hurt Angel," Dean pointed out. His head was aching and the world was spinning. He just wanted to sleep.

"I didn't mean to. I didn't even think of how the argument would impact our relationship." Sam glimpsed at the door and rubbed his eyes. "How bad did I hurt her?"

Dean mumbled, "She was on the verge of tears dude."

"Get your rest. I'll see you in the morning." Sam stood up as Dean adjusted himself on his pillow. He needed to fix things with Angel. He couldn't stand the thought of losing a girl he loved-

Loved? Sam was confused about that. Did he really love her? How could he love again after Jess? Jess…She ended up dead. So would Angel if he wasn't careful. Is he ready for that kind of commitment? Is he ready for the impending heartbreak he was cursed to have? Losing her would take a huge toll on him. A thought popped in the back of his head and he agreed to do it. It was the most logical and safe for both of them. She would stay alive because of this plan.

Alice ran into their motel room and spotted Angel splashing cold water on her face. Angel saw Alice through the mirror and turned around. Her skin was pale white and her eyes were bloodshot from some crying. "What, you came back to yell at me some more? Blame me for our parents' deaths? Say that I should've died in that war because it would have saved you a lot of trouble?"

Alice's heart tore itself in half. Hearing these things come out of her beloved sister's mouth felt more real than when she said it herself. She could hear the pain in her tone and how much it really affected her. Alice stumbled over her thoughts for a second before coming up with a real sentence. "No. Angel, you're my sister. I love you."

"So, you said all those nasty things to me because you love me?" Angel turned around and took a few steps toward her. Her eyes were a dark blue and cold like when she was getting yelled at earlier. "I think we have two different definitions of love."

Alice shook her head, "No. I'm staying because I love you. I'm sorry for what I said. I didn't mean it."

"There's another lie. You meant every word. You blamed me for everything. That's something you can never take back and say that you 'didn't mean it'," Angel stated coldly. She folded her arms and looked away.

She took a step towards her sister and opened her arms. "I didn't mean to hurt you, Angel, I swear. I just…had a few things on my mind. I'm sure you've had things bottled inside of you too, but you won't say it."

"Of course I won't say it. I keep it bottled inside. That's what I've been taught to do. If I say it, it will wreck relationships. That is not something I want. My thoughts ain't anywhere near how hurtful yours were."

Alice hugged her sister forcefully. "I'm sorry. I'm staying with you. We're going to hunt until the end of time."

Angel gave in a few seconds later after a long sigh of remorse and wrapped her arms around her little sister. "We're not selling the house."

"We're not?" She asked in excitement. Something lit up inside of her and she nearly cried out in joy. Alice never wanted to leave the house in the first place, but she had to get away from the hunter lifestyle for a little while. Then, she got sucked back in, their parents died, and they left.

Angel brushed her sister's bright, curly hair with her hand. "I thought about it with Dean and he said he wants to settle down somewhere but still hunt. I said I know the perfect place. It's almost paid off, so soon all we'll have to pay for is utilities. It makes things simpler."

Alice smiled and backed away, "Thank you." Her blue eyes met her sister's duplicate ones and remembered why she joined her in the first place. They were sisters. Blood. Family. Nothing on this green earth could ever change that. She wouldn't let something murder her without being there for backup. Alice didn't want to let Angel down. That was the worst thing she could ever think of. No matter how much she hated the hunter lifestyle, she loved it because they helped people, protected each other, and eventually will save the world. "You look like you need sleep."

"My head is pounding." Angel removed her black leather jacket and set it on the chair.

Alice turned away, "I'm going to call Cas. I won't bother you."

"You never bother me," Angel admitted. "I love you."

"Love you too."

When Alice left, Angel took off her necklace. It used to be their mothers favorite necklace, which was adorned in jade gems and a silver chain. Sam rushed into the room, spun Angel around, and kissed her. She was surprised by his actions and almost pushed him away. Then she remembered she was panicking about losing him earlier. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back with as much energy as he was putting in. He pushed her against the wall; he backed away and put both arms on either side of her. He tilted her chin up to make Angel's eyes meet his love-filled gaze and leaned forward the tiniest bit to make a huge impact on her heartbeat. Sam was so close to her that she could feel his hot breath on her face and purred, "Do you have any idea what I want to do to you?"

Angel smirked and whispered, "Is this your way of saying sorry?"

Sam kissed her neck softly, which made Angel's whole body tingle in enjoyment. "Do you not like it?"

She exhaled softly and closed her eyes for a second, "This is my favorite way of saying sorry."

He chuckled against her neck, which made Angel giggle from how it tickled her skin. He bit her neck gently and made her back arch against his touch. He pulled her closer and ran his hands down her body. Sam kept going and applauded himself in his mind that he made up with Angel so fast. He was just afraid of how long until it would all go wrong.