"How could you say that?" Kylee asked Dean as soon as the door shut.

"Say what?" the sparkle in Dean's eyes proved he knew what he'd said.

"You know what," Kylee took a fistful of his shirt in her hand. "Why would you say that?"

"It's just Sammy," Dean pulled her closer. "He doesn't care."

"But, I do," Kylee asserted. "So you should, too."

"I don't get these rules," Dean said, "Especially around Sam. We can say anything in front of Sam. Sam's just . . .Sam."

"I'm more comfortable around Sam, but you still could watch what you say in front of him for my benefit."

"Okay," Dean gave in and gave her a kiss. "I'll try not to say something like that in front of anyone. It's not going to be easy because I'm just used to saying what I think."

"You can say what you think in front of me," Kylee nuzzled closer into his neck and Dean had never thought the simple act of breathing on his skin could register so many sensations.

"Mmm. That's a good thing to know," Dean's brain couldn't multi-task anymore. He just gave in to the sensations.

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Sam sat at the coffee shop and tried to find a hunt. He wasn't finding anything, so he shut the computer and checked the time. Still plenty of time to kill before it would be safe to return to the motel. He debated getting another coffee and decided against it. He would want to fall asleep when he was able to get to his bed.

"Hi," a nice lady startled Sam. "Are you waiting for someone?"

"No," Sam had a hard time finding his voice. "You can sit here."

"I've seen you in here before," she said as she sat down. "You're always seem so serious and engrossed in what you're doing."

"I get lost in my research sometimes," Sam blushed. "It used to be books and now it's more on computer."

"Ah, so you probably go to the library, too, then?"

"That's my other second home," Sam could feel his face getting redder. "My name is Sam."

"Mine is Abby," she smiled. "I'm not embarrassing you, am I?"

"No." Sam admitted, "You've just figured out that I'm a computer geek and I was hoping that I could appear cooler than someone who hangs out at the library."

"I like the library," Abby told him. "I'm actually impressed that you go there. Not many people do."

"I read so many books when I was little," Sam started to laugh. "We'd pick them up at flea markets by the boxfuls so that I wouldn't run out during the summer."

"I nearly wore my library card out," Abby had a very nice smile. "I'd have to bring a big book bag in with me. By the time I'd checked out, the bag was almost too heavy to carry." She laughed and Sam found himself at ease with her. "What kind of books do you read?"

"When we got them by the box, I'd read almost all of them. It didn't matter what they were about. I just wanted to learn. I guess I still read to learn," that wasn't a total lie. Researching hunts was a way of learning. "What do you like to read?"

"I like history. I grew up here, so I also like local legends. Some of them are so outlandish and others are neat to know," She smiled and Sam melted, all defenses down. The conversation flowed so smoothly that when Dean called to let him know he could come back to the motel, Sam stayed longer at the coffee shop.

Sam did the gentlemanly thing and walked Abby to her car. They'd exchanged numbers, and Sam hoped she'd meant it when she said she would look forward to his call.

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"Where have you been?" Dean had been waiting up for his little brother and it was obvious that he was not pleased.

"The coffee shop," Sam shrugged. "Why?"

"I called you over an hour ago. I thought you'd been abducted or something."

"I'm a little old to get kidnapped," Sam tried not to smile.

"Still, you should have told me when you were coming back."

"I didn't know an exact time," Sam's brow creased. "Is something wrong?"

"No," Dean lied. Sam knew he was lying. "Yes. Where are those painkillers?"

"Right here," Sam dug them out of his duffel. "Why didn't you just call me when you couldn't find them?"

"I didn't need Kylee to know I needed them," Dean went to get a glass of water. "Then I'd called you about coming back and I didn't think you'd take your damn time about it."

Dean hurt was usually a cranky Dean. "Did you do something?" Sam asked.

"Sammy, we did lots of things," Dean began and Sam cut him off.

"Did you do something to your arm?"

"I think I just tried to use it too much," Dean answered. "Guess I'll just have to take it slower. I'm not healing as fast as I'd like."

"You never do, Dean."

"Are you saying I'm impatient? I can spend more time totally silent waiting to spring a trap than you could any day."

"Too bad your patience for hunting doesn't carry over to patience for your own weaknesses. You heal faster when you don't re-injure yourself. You know that, Dean."

"I just . . .Well, did you find us a job?"

"There wasn't one to be found," Sam got a big smile on his face as he remembered Abby.

"What's that grin for then?"

Sam wiped the smile off his face and asked, "What grin?"

"Don't play games with me, Sam. What's up?"

"I met a very nice girl tonight," the blush was back in Sam's cheeks. "Her name is Abby."

"You did?" Dean considered it for a moment. "Good for you. I was hoping we'd stay here a little longer this time."