AN: Chapter fourteen, day fourteen ... is it okay to say that I'm amazed I've been able to keep this up? Quickly, knock on wood. Do not want to jinx myself, but I am quickly approaching the halfway mark. :) ~ Ella

Chapter Fourteen

December 14

Katie glanced in the window of the motel. Sarah had left with Dean to pick up some food. Castiel had disappeared god only knew where. So Sam was the only one left beside her – just the way she had planned. Through the frosted window Katie could see Sam, in what she considered a "classic Sam pose", one elbow on the table, laptop open in front of him, legs stretched out, and jeans, boots and layered shirts included. Yes, it was the same position she saw flitter across her television screen for years, almost every week.

Already knowing the door was locked because they were paranoid people with serious issues, she knocked on the door, glancing around the parking lot to make sure the Impala wasn't pulling up or that Castiel had popped back over. Sam opened the door and stepped back, letting her slip inside. She walked over to the table and dumped her backpack at her feet.

"All packed?" Sam asked, taking up his seat once again.

"Yes," Katie replied, before leaning forward, a dangerous gleam in her eye. "Sam ... how handy are you with a computer?"

"Better than Dean," Sam snorted."Why?"

"I need your help ..."

WHACK!

Sarah was a mean, mean, cruel person ... and very happy about it. At least, she was right this instant. She and Dean had decided to go to the cafe and pick up some breakfast that didn't make Sarah want to puke.

After driving around, looking for a parking place, Sarah was delighted to see the park across from the cafe. She had begged Dean to let them park on the other side, so that way they could walk through. The ice had been covered with perfect fluffy, wet snow. After rolling his eyes, but smiling a little at Sarah's contagious enthusiasm, he had parked on the other side of the park.

What happened next was completely unplanned. Dean had been walking a little in front of her, not enjoying the sight of snow covered trees and the crisp chill air. Sarah barely realised she had formed a snowball, until she had fired it at Dean. In her defence, she was aiming for the middle back – she wasn't completely heartless. Instead she got the worst snowball landing location ever. It hit his neck, right were the coat collar ended. It was sure to go down his shirt.

Of course, it probably did not help when he turned around, wide-eyed in shocked surprise, that Sarah was having problems standing from laughing so hard. Yes, Sarah was hunched over, hands on knees, trying to get her breath back. Dean, if someone asked him later, was just helping her get over the laughing fit when he threw his own one. It hit its mark, landing right smack in her face.

After that, it was on.

Sarah quickly learned that there was no way in hell she was going to win. Dean was actually used to living on his great aim, agility and attack strategy. Sarah was more of a throw a bunch of snow and hope something hits something. It also did not help her that she was still bruised from being slammed into a wall by a ghost the day before. Sarah laughed continually, unable to stop even as she was pelted by snow. By the time they made it to the cafe, they were covered in snow and laughing hard.

By the time, they were back in the Impala and Sarah was trying to warm her hand using the tea she had ordered. She glanced at Dean and almost did a double take. It registered how sad it was that Dean smiling was something so rare it made Sarah do a double-take.

"You're a good guy Dean," Sarah announced.

"Uh huh," he smirked at him, raising his eye brows suggestively.

Sarah laughed and shook her head. "Please, you are such a taken man."

"What?" Dean asked, his light-heartedness disappearing.

"You, Dean, are practically married," Sarah smiled at him.

"No I'm not," Dean denied, frowning out the windshield.

"Not right now," Sarah shrugged. "I am not going to say much more than this. I know we've been cryptic about the future, and we've warned you it's not exactly a walk in the park, but there is some good. I like her, so I really hope, for your sake, that one aspect doesn't change. I think you really needed it."

"Well that's cryptic." Dean looked pensively at the girl beside him.

"Yeah, it really sucks," Sarah nodded. "I really don't do secrets. I'm the type of person that talks about their emotions and what they think and feel. So, having this knowledge ... I don't think I can wait months."

Sarah leaned back and looked at Dean. "I am really happy that I got a chance to know you guys, like really know. You're a great group of people."

"You really like to compliment people don't you," Dean laughed, not knowing how to take the compliments.

Sarah laughed. "That's what Cas said. You two are spending way too much time together."

Sam was going to regret ever agreeing to help Katie. She was bossier than Dean when she got going.

"No, you are doing it wrong," Katie moaned. "I thought you were this brilliantly smart kid that went to Stanford and shit."

"Well excuse me for not being all-knowing," Sam snapped, tired of hearing Katie gasp, moan or make comments under her breath every time he did anything.

The sound of the Impala stopped their brewing argument. Glancing at each other, Sam quickly shut off his laptop, as Sarah shoved the items of her backpack out of sight. As a snow covered Dean and Sarah walked in, they immediately realised something was wrong. Both Katie and Sam were acting way too innocent. Dean shrugged it off, knowing he would make his brother spill later. Sarah just ignored it, eagerly telling Sam and Katie about the snow fight. She might have spun it better for herself a tiny bit, mostly to get a rise out of Dean.

"You got your ass whooped by a girl," Sam laughed.

"Hey!" Dean said. "I did not get my ass whooped by a girl."

"Whatever let's you sleep at night," Sarah teased, enjoying the sight of the brothers fighting like normal siblings.

"Weak man," Katie added, shaking her head. "Weak."

"Whatever, is everyone packed?" Dean asked, trying to change the subject.

As everyone nodded their agreement, Dean continued. "Okay, we eat and then hit the road. If we leave this early, we should make it to Bobby's by seven, maybe seven-thirty."

"Sounds like a plan," Sam said, grabbing his order from the large paper bag Dean had brought with him.

Arriving back at Bobby's Sarah was surprised to find how much the run-down house felt like home. It contained a certain familiarity, warmth and comfort she felt when she would pull into the driveway of her parent's house. It was the same feeling she had when she opened the door to the apartment she shared with friends. The same emotion as when she would sit in the living room, around this time every year, with the tree decorated, the fireplace roaring, and her family surrounding her – just talking, about nothing important. It was deep in her heart, a simple contentment which brought a bright smile to her lips.

Leaning her head against the window, she tried not to think about the past. Instead, she focused on the future. Was she just going to follow Sam and Dean around like a little lost puppy? Or would she try to make a life for herself?

For this one second, as Bobby welcomed them with open arms and a shot of holy water, Sarah simply let herself enjoy the warmth of the makeshift family she had chanced upon. There would be time for serious matters later; right now she had a story of the hunt to tell Bobby.

AN: I'll admit, it was filler, but hopefully you enjoyed it none the less. Glad people enjoyed my "action" chapter, there will be more, promise. Only seventeen chapters to go. Thank you to everyone who reviewed, alerted or favourited (figure I should thank the other people too, not just reviewers) - it makes me smile to see it in my inbox. ~Ella