~Dean's P.O.V.~

Sam and I got the rest of the groceries into the house. I called the girls to come help because honestly we didn't know where anything went. Only Jess came out to help.

"Where's Laura? Still playing that Skyrim game?" I asked her.

"She's putting it away. She'll be out any minute."

"Oh, okay." Just as I said that Laura appeared. She walked right passed me and plugged her iPod into a stereo on the counter. She began to play Skillet's Comatose album. She danced around while helping Jess with the groceries. I couldn't help noticing that Jess was mouthing the words to song as it played. Laura dug around in the bags and found the pie I bought myself and handed it to me. She then got a fork for me to eat it with.

"Want some?" I asked Laura, holding out the pie to her. She scowled in disgust.

"No, thank you. I don't like pie. Unless it's Jess's mud pie." She replied and Jess and her shared a smile.

"Who doesn't like pie?!"

"I don't like pie, either." Jess piped in while rummaging around in the bags and placing food where it needed to go.

"Not everyone is as crazy about pie as you are Dean." Sam chimed in from behind me.

"You people are un-american!" I said then walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. Laura followed and sat next to me.

"So is this a bad time to tell you that I don't eat hamburgers either?" I looked at her in shock. "Never really have."

"What foods do you like?" I asked her. She turned so that her whole body was facing me, her arm resting beautifully on the back of the couch and her hair falling around her in a mesmerizing way.

"Well, I like Mexican food, I love Italian food. I don't really know what else. I know there's a lot more." Laura began explaining the foods she liked and I was lost in her conversation.

~Laura's P.O.V.~

Jess and Sam came in just to tell us that they were going for a drive. Jess wanted to show him around Wichita. After they left, Dean and I just sat watching TV. I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. He turned a light shade of red.

"What was that for?" He asked as he turned to face me.

"I never really thanked you for finding me and for helping Jess and I back in New Mexico."

"Oh, y-you're welcome." Dean then turned back to face the TV. I slowly did the same. Why can't I just tell him? What am I so scared of? Oh right, rejection. I must have been scowling because all of a sudden Dean turned to me and asked:

"You alright? You look like something's bothering you."

"N-no, I'm fine." I fake smiled toward him.

"Okay, then."

~Dean's P.O.V.~

When Laura kissed my cheek, I felt my heart jump a little. All she was doing was saying thanks for everything Sam and I had done for her and Jess. She looked away slowly and started muttering to herself. I couldn't really hear what she was saying. I asked her if everything was okay and she said that everything was fine but I could definitely tell that something was bothering her. Part of me hoped that she had feels for me like I do her. Why can't I tell her? I'm usually not scared of anything. Hell I've been to hell and back! I just have to go for it. I have to tell her. Now is my only chance to let her know that I want to be there for everything she goes through. It's now or never.

"What's now or never?" She broke me out of my trance.

"Huh?" I looked at her in confusion.

"You said something about it being now or never."

"Oh." I mumbled to myself. We just sat looking at each other for a few seconds. I slowly leaned in and kissed her. To my surprise, she kissed back.

~Jess's P.O.V.~

Sam and I took Dean's impala for a ride around Wichita. I'm not sure why I suggested it but I thought showing him around town would be an opportunity to be alone with Sam. I had to admit to myself that he was cute, and freakishly tall, but I didn't care about that. It was a nice drive, though a little awkward. What the hell Jess! Tell him you think he's cute...Oh god no don't tell him that he'll think you're crazy! Sam looked out the window at the neighborhood, it always seemed like he was scowling when he was thinking. I hadn't known Sam and Dean for that long but this much was obvious about them. They must have seen some pretty bad things and gone through a lot while hunting demons.

In the end my courage failed me and as the tour of the neighborhood was over I was wishing harder than ever that Sam would say something. He didn't and instead we drove back up to the house.

Sam and I walked into Laura and Dean making out on the couch. I watched in confusion while Sam cleared his throat to let them know that we were present in the room. Laura blushed as they pulled away from each other.

"We leave for an hour and this is what we come back to?" I asked. Laura stood up and walked into her bedroom. I followed her to see what that situation was.

~Sam's P.O.V.~

"I knew it. You do have feelings for Laura." I stated to Dean as I sat in one of the chairs.

"So? You like Jess." Dean retorted back to me.

"What? I don't know what you're talking about." I sort of brushed the question away.

"Don't lie to me, Sammy. I see the way you look at her."

"Yeah, well, right now we're talking about you and Laura. So are you officially together or what?"

"I don't really know. We just sort of kissed. That's all."

"Are you going to ask her?"

"I'll give it a couple of days." Dean looked away and pretended to watch the television, I knew though that he wasn't interested in the T.V.

~Jess's P.O.V.~

I walked into Laura's room right after her.

"What was that all about?" I asked her.

"I don't really know. He just sort of kissed me out of no where." She replied smiling to herself. I only really see her smile like this when she's really happy.

"Oh okay. Well I'll let you do whatever you're doing in here." I left her room and went back into the living room. Sam and Dean were just sitting and watching TV. I sat down next to Dean and turned to him. He slowly looked over at me.

"Yes?" He asked, his voice as sharp as a knife.

"You better not hurt her in any way, shape, or form. You got that?"

"I have no intention of hurting either you or her." Dean replied matter-of-factly.

"Good. I'd hate to have to slaughter you." I smiled at him and went back to watching TV.