There was a buzzing sound beside my head and I slowly opened my eyes. Groggily I reached over and glanced at my cell phone seeing a text from Beth.

How was the drive?

I sighed, flipping my phone shut as I noticed the time stamp. The girl could wait a few hours for an answer, she knows I don't like mornings.

Rolling back over, I smiled softly as I saw Sam in the covers next to me. The sun was just rising and the little rays of light were shining through parts of the curtains in the cheap motel room, lighting up his brown hair and parts of his face. He was laying on his back as I snuggled a little up against his side, which caused him to roll onto his side a bit, tossing his left arm around my abdomen. I smiled, closing my eyes and enjoying the moment. It wasn't too often I could be carefree and happy.

I woke up what felt like minutes later to something warm on my forehead. My eyes fluttered open to reveal Sam pulling away as I realized he'd kissed my forehead.

"Morning," he greeted in that deep voice of his I loved hearing in the morning.

"Morning," I greeted him back, a large smile plastered across my face. "I could get used to waking up like this."

"Oh?" he asked with a grin.

"Cut it out lovebirds, we need to get out of here. So go get showered." Dean said as he shoved his toothbrush into his mouth in the doorway of the bathroom. After a pause he added, "Preferably not together unless I'm gone."

"Now you're giving us ideas, Dean," I teased him.

He made a disgusted face as he turned back into the bathroom. I laughed and stood up, stretching. Sam flipped on the TV, offering to let me clean up first once Dean finished up with his teeth. I grabbed some clothes and shut the door behind me, undressing quickly before hopping into the warm water. I vaguely heard Dean mention something about grabbing breakfast for everyone before the motel door opened and closed. By the time I got out of the shower Dean still wasn't back and my stomach was growling.

"Hungry?" Sam teased as he passed me on his way into the bathroom. "He should be back soon."

I was hoping so, but in the meantime I sat around watching the news and trying to distract my mind from thinking about Sam in the shower. I bit my lip, quickly pushing the thoughts aside as I turned my attention back to the news. As usual, more depressing stories were being reported. I sighed, turning off the TV and laying back on the half-assed made bed that Sam and I had shared last night.

I grabbed my phone and decided to text Beth back, informing her of our safe arrival last night at the motel.

"I hope your hungry," Dean said as he made his way into the room, causing me to jump.

"Starved," I told him, rushing forward to take the coffees from his hands so he could shut the door.

"I got donuts, I know you're addicted to them."

"You're my new favorite person," I joked as I attacked the box he set on the little table.

I grabbed a coffee and started stuffing a donut into my mouth. Dean grabbed one as well, plopping into the chair beside me. It wasn't long before Sam got out of the shower, his wet hair clinging to his face. I tried not to stare as I focused on my cup of coffee.

"So what now?" Sam asked his brother as he took a seat next to me on my other side, digging into the breakfast too. "Bobby has nothing new to report and we're caseless."

Dean shrugged. "Really shouldn't be too hard to find a job to work."

Sam's phone went off from the nightstand beside the bed and the three of us stared at it. Sam made a face, obviously wondering who'd be contacting him. He stood up and checked his phone, staring at it with his brows furrowed for a bit. He cocked his head to the side and let out a 'hmph' sound.

"What?" Dean asked.

Sam tossed him the phone which Dean easily caught. Glancing over his shoulder I looked at the text.

"Coordinates?" I asked, eyeing the numbers.

"Who's it from?" Dean asked.

Sam shook his head. "I have no idea."

Dean tossed his brother's phone back to him and he sat on the bed, dialing the number. I watched from my seat, wondering who would answer. He had pulled out his laptop and turned it on.

"No answer," Sam said with a sigh before dialing it again, typing the coordinates into his laptop.

Dean went into the bathroom and came back out after a bit, obviously itching to go.

"Well?"

"Bristol, Rhode Island. Where three women disappeared in the last week," Sam told his brother. "Apparently the victims seemed to vanish into thin air."

"Could be something. Who's the text from?"

"I don't know, it just kept ringing."

I started packing up the few things I'd taken out last night before double checking the bathroom as the brothers continued to talk.

"Well wait, you're just going to drop everything?" I heard Dean ask him as I finally tuned back into the conversation.

"We aren't doing anything," I chimed in, to which both men seemed to ignore me.

"You got mysterious coordinates from a mysterious Mr. X leading to a mysterious location. That doesn't throw up red flags to you?"

Quickly I exited the motel room with the Impala's keys to pack our things into the trunk. I knew they were about to have a sibling quarrel and I didn't want to be there to witness it.

We had been on the road for a little over a day before we finally reached the town Sam had gotten a text about. It was dark out and I was glad I'd dropped my car off at Bobby's on the way out here. Currently I was laying down in the backseat with my head resting on Sam's jacket like it was a pillow. It smelled like him and that alone was comforting me into wanting to sleep. I glanced up at the back of Dean's head, knowing if I had been anyone else he'd be yelling about me having my feet on his precious car's backseat.

I noticed Sam seemed to tense up as we passed the welcome sign for the town, his mouth slowly opening in shock.

Dean noticed too, glancing at him with a concerned look. "What?"

"Nothing," Sam said after a moment.

I eyed him curiously. He was still all tensed up, his eyebrows knitted together. It was definitely something, but I noticed Dean wasn't prying so I figured I should just remain quiet and half asleep.

Before I knew it, I'd dozed off in the backseat. I woke up to Sam nudging my legs from the front seat.

"Hey, we stopped for food since we haven't since breakfast. You've got to be hungry."

I yawned before sitting up, rubbing my neck that now felt stiff. I followed the two inside the pirate-y themed restaurant and sighed. It was tacky, but I was hungry and we'd been to worse places.

We were seated almost as soon as we'd stepped in and once the waitress took our orders she'd disappeared. Dean pulled out some missing persons fliers that I'd wondered how he'd come across. He started trying to make up some connection between the two, claiming one of the women had a wild side because of the look in her eyes. I snorted at him.

Sam started telling him about how the women didn't have anything in common at all and I was so tired I couldn't help but tune them out. My eyes lit up once I saw the waitress bringing our food to our table. Our talk about the case died right away as we dug into our food, the three of us starved since we hadn't eaten since the morning.

I took a sip of my water as Dean stood up claiming he wanted to use the poop deck.

My eyes scanned to where he pointed as did Sam's and I started to smile.

"Real classy," I joked to Sam.

He shook his head and grinned.

"So what do you think the connection could be?"

I looked up from my drink to see him eyeing the missing girls' photos again.

"Maybe there isn't one?" I offered.

"Agent Roarke?"

I glanced up at Sam who was looking over my shoulder. I turned to see a short brunette standing there with a big smile on her face standing next to a man.

"It's good to see you again," she told him.

Sam looked totally lost but was trying to hide it. "It is," he said quickly.

"You remember my husband," she pointed to the man beside her.

"Right, of course, right." Sam stumbled out. "Uh, hi."

My eyes kept shifting back and forth wondering what was going on.

"So, you're back because it started again, right?" the woman asked, completely ignoring me as she leaned in closer to Sam.

His eyebrows raised.

"The disappearances," she offered.

Recognition crossed his face as he shot me a quick glance before turning to her. "Right, yeah. Uh, so if either of you two hear anything, please let me know?"

I saw Dean approaching the table, a small piece of paper in his hands and a concerned look on his face. I was trying to ignore the woman beside me who was obviously ignoring me on purpose as she questioned Sam about his partner. I had no idea what was going on but Dean stepped up and showed me the picture in his hands. He spoke up making some excuse about sex rehab before Sam could answer the woman, which is when Sam introduced us as his new partners.

She shook hands with Dean while continuing to ignore me. I rolled my eyes, fighting the urge to trip her.

"So agent, we should get going," I said, clearly irritated now.

Dean nodded his head.

"Of course," the woman said to Sam despite me having spoken. "It was nice seeing you again."

As she passed by him I watched her place a lingering hand on his shoulder. A frown crossed my lips. A distant look crossed Sam's face which was quickly replaced by something that looked like realization.

"What was that?" I asked him a little darkly, jealousy filling my stomach.

"She just cougar-eyed you," Dean added.

Sam spun around to glance at her at the bar with her husband, his mouth open.

"I think Samuel and I worked a case in this town."

"You think?" Dean asked him, grabbing the Polaroid from my hands and tossing it at Sam.

He picked it up and stared at it. In the background you could see him sitting at a table in the restaurant.

"Let's get the Hell out of here," Dean said, tossing some money on the table.

I noticed the urgency in Dean's voice and I quickly picked up the missing persons papers before rushing out to the car with them. I glanced over my shoulder to see that woman eyeing Sam's ass.

I scowled at the woman, not liking what was going on at all.