"So listen," Dean started as they left the diner, burgers and fries all around for everyone, with pie on the side, Dean more than willing to eat anyone's who didn't want theirs. "This thing with Stevie, is it just about jumping her? You know, like all you want is to get into each other's pants?"

Sam sighed, he knew that Dean was really just trying to understand, but he wasn't even sure he could explain it himself. "I don't know, Dean. It's," he trailed off for a few seconds, then continued, "It's like, yes, I want her. I really, really want her, but it's deeper than that, too." He shook his head, the motel already coming into view down the road. "It's like for the first time in my life, someone gets me. I don't have to hide who I am and what I do. And she wants me, too."

Dean smirked at Sam, "Come on, Sammy, you've never had a problem with the women. Those puppy dog eyes of yours and they all melt at your feet."

"That's just it, Dean," he said as they pulled in beside Maria's car, "I didn't want them, but I do want Stevie."

Dean let it go, though there was so much he wanted to say. Why couldn't it have been him and Maria? He felt absolutely certain that the younger Hilliard would be able to resist him easily. Not that he would mind hooking up with the girl, she was smokin' hot and had a sharp wit, someone that could easily keep up with him. And the fact that she was known to be able to kick ass? Always a bonus. And there had been a few moments where he'd caught her looking at him, but he knew if he said anything to her, she'd simply deny it.

"Do I even want to know what you are thinking about?" Sam asked before getting out the car, the bags of food already in his hand.

Dean arched his brow at him, shaking his head, "Just thinking of all the ways I can look out for you, little brother."

Sam slightly chuckled at that, knowing his brother far too well. "Yeah? I have a feeling if you get within even ten feet of that girl with those intentions, you're going to end up dead. Again. And I'm not even sure which one of them would get to you first, though my bet would be on Stevie."

Dean threw his hands up, "Hey, it's all on you. I was just thinking it wouldn't have been bad, is all."

Opening the door and standing up, the take out bags in one hand, he shut the door to the Impala and headed toward the room with the noise coming from it, obviously the girls must have dropped their bags in their room and left a light on for them, very thoughtful. Stopping at door 17, Sam arched a brow. Had they requested that room? Knowing that everything they were about to take on hinged on her birthday, was she trying to give the angels and demons a nice fuck you?

With his free hand, he knocked on their door, trying his best not to do a double take at Stevie, who'd obviously just come fresh from a shower, over Maria's shoulder. Maria opened the door a little wider for them to come in, her voice just loud enough for Sam to hear it as he walked by, "Don't. Please."

He took a deep breath, reining in the feelings that weren't even his own, looking down and nodding at Maria. He knew what her sister meant to her, and he also knew that when all of this was said and done, when him and Dean went their way and the girls another, it would be Maria that would be left to heal whatever damage was done to Stevie, so the least he could do was abide her wishes. "Burgers?" he said as he held up the bags, walking over to the small table, starting to set the Styrofoam plate boxes out, claiming a chair for himself, assuming the girls would rather sit on their beds.

Stevie smiled at Sam, not quite sure what Maria had said to him, though knowing she had. She had just finished running the brush through her long, black hair, it still wet from her shower. Already changed into her pajamas, this time a pair of hello kitty ones and a small pink tank top. On hindsight, probably not the best outfit to wear in front of Sam, but they were surrounded by their siblings, so they would be fine.

"A burger sounds amazing," she said, having not eaten much since Castiel had dropped this bomb on them. "Please tell me you got lots of ketchup for the fries," she asked, her voice ever hopeful.

"Lots of ketchup, and pie," Dean grinned, proud that he'd brought everyone a piece of pie.

Maria laughed, shaking her head at him, "I love pie, Dean, so we may be able to be friends after all."

Stevie looked at Maria, her brow raised in question as her eyes slid over to Sam, his face meeting her expression with a question of his own. She simply mouthed, No, she doesn't. Sam bit back a laugh, and shook his head, wondering if possible, maybe Dean wasn't the only one thinking it wouldn't have been a bad idea for him to hook up with Maria.

Time slipped away quickly and before they realized it, the food was gone and the clock had long since passed the witching hour, the boys shuffled out into the cold, and quickly into their own room, settling down to grab a few hours of sleep before they tackled a new day. As Stevie lay in her bed, and Maria in hers, the quiet had become very still when Stevie softly spoke, breaking the silence, "You love pie now, huh?"

"Fuck you, 'Vie. Just... fuck you." Maria sighed, her eye roll completely lost on the giggling girl in the bed next to hers.