When I left that day, I hadn't expected to find them so easily, but he just right out and told me. I set out towards Lawrence in hopes that they wouldn't be gone by the time I got there. If they were working on a case, they'd be a couple of days, though.

After driving a few more hours, I came into Lawrence and pulled over to ask about the Somass Motel… With no such luck, I got back in my truck and found a diner. I was starving. Another bad habit I picked up from Dean…

After I got some grub, I asked around some more, and after much disappointment, I drove about a block, and there it was… The Somass Motel. I parked outside and went to the office, and described Sam and Dean to the teller. He told me their room number, so I went and knocked on the door. I hadn't seen the Impala around, but I figured it was worth a try. Nobody answered.

I dug around my pockets, and when I came up empty, I took the bobby pin out of my hair. I looked around to see if anyone was looking and then picked the lock. John had taught me all the lock picking I knew.

I shut the door behind me, and looked around. The boys had left it messy as I expected. I just smiled and picked Dean's clothes up off the floor and set them on his duffle. Beer bottles were sitting on the end tables, so I threw them out, and then sat down on the bed. The television remote was nowhere in sight, so I had to get up to turn it on.

After about twenty minutes, I heard the unmistakable gurgle of the Impala outside. Both doors opened, and closed and I heard Sam. "Isn't that Indi's truck…?"

I laughed silently, and sat Indian style on Dean's bed. When Dean opened the door, he looked straight at me, confused. "Indi, what are you doin' here?"

I smirked a little bit, but I knew he was going to try and send me back to Bobby's. "I had to deliver those salt rounds…" I said as-a-matter-of-factly.

Sam came in behind him, holding a grocery bag and a fast food bag. "Hey, Indi," he said happily.

"Hey Sammy."

"So, really… you know it's dangerous out here…" Dean said.

"I know it is, but I can't be away anymore. I need you guys… and I wanna help you find your Dad… he raised me too, you know…" I said.

"I know that, Indi, but… you should be home… you don't have to live this life like we do... I'll be there whenever I can be… but I have to do these things to keep you safe."

Sam just slowly took out his shotgun, and some shells and started packing more salt rounds. He looked awkward like he knew that this was coming.

"Dean, I can't be a cowgirl… I've started hunting, and now I do live this life! I grew up thinking you were just trying to scare me, but now that I know it's real, and it's what you do for a living, I can't just go off and live a picket fence life…" I said. "Not without you guys in it more often."

Dean looked at Sam, and then out the window. Then, he looked at me, and shook his head. "Well, I can't force you to do anything, but it' not safe here."

Dean took off his jacket, and went to the mini fridge and got a beer. He wasn't exactly thrilled about it, but I was there, and I wasn't going back without them.

*MAGGIES POV*

I shot up from my dream. It felt like Indi went off to find Sam and Dean. That'd be stupid though, she wouldn't go without telling me first… right? I decided to get up and get something to eat. I had no clue what time it was (although I never knew what time it was), but it was dark. All I knew was that it was about the time I'd usually get up.

I attempted to kick the sheets off of me. I succeeded, but also managed to tangle myself and fly off the bed with them. "Damn it!" I muttered to myself, rubbing my head where it had hit the wooden frame. "Stupid blankets trying to kill me… I'll show them!"

I ripped everything off the bed, down to the mattress. Staring down at the cluttered mess, I smirked to myself. It reminded me of home, where I slept on the floor in a cloud of blankets… until Indi cleaned my room. It was the most traumatic time of my life. People used to not go into my room in fear of booby traps in the piles of mess. After Indi cleaned my room, everyone who wanted to enter my room knew that there was no reason to be afraid, and walked in at their pleasure.

Feeling triumphant, I started to walk along the mess of blankets. As I was stepping over a pillow, the sheets slipped on the hardwood floor. I squeaked as I fell to the floor, again, because of those damn blankets.

I glared at them and felt as though they were glaring back. "Something is really wrong with you Mags," I said aloud to myself. My stomach let out a loud growl, and I remembered the original reason I got out of bed; I felt like I hadn't eaten in a week.

Turning out of my room, I looked towards Indi's door. Part of me wanted to go knocking on the door. A bigger part of me knew Indi would bite my head off if I woke her up, so I decided to go down into the kitchen and find something to eat. Chicken sounded good right now…

I walked into the kitchen and remembered a rather depressing fact. Bobby never kept cooked food in the house. I decided to go to the nearest fast food joint. On my way out I noticed Indi's truck wasn't in its normal spot. Huh Maybe she went out for food too. She should've woke me up! Then I wouldn't have to pay! I thought. I got into my truck and hugged the wheel.

"I missed you, truck! There is nothing better than a manual!" I kicked in the clutch and started my truck. Nox Arcana started blasting from my CD player. Most people didn't like listening to that kind of music, but I found it made driving entertaining. It almost felt like I was in a movie and my truck was the badass mofo you didn't mess with.

I took off towards my favorite spot for food. When I got there I was the only one in the store. Walking up to the counter, I ordered my favorite sandwich, the buffalo bleu. "It's been a while since I've seen you in here, Mags!" the cashier said to me.

"Yea, sorry about that Freddy," I said, scratching the back of my head with a nervous smile. "Been keepin' busy ya know?"

"How so?" Freddy asked. He always tried to get me to talk about my personal life. I guess it was his way of flirting, but I wasn't interested in him.

"Oh you know, work and everything. I guess it takes up all my free time." I shifted, nervously. This is usually when he leaned on the counter and tried what I call his "pretty boy routine".

"So tell me again what do you do for work?" He stepped to the side of the cash register and leaned across the counter, resting his head on the back of his hand. His eyes stared into mine with a lustful look. I'll give him credit; Freddy had the looks to pull this routine off.

He had Black hair that was cut short, His eyes sparkled with the brightest blue I had ever seen. They were a complete contrast to the rest of his attire, which to sum it all up, was goth. If I had met Freddy when I was around thirteen, then he would have been my biggest crush, but I've grown up a bit and moved on from dressing in all black. That's not to mean I completely abandoned goth; just that I learned wearing clothes that better fit my age group led to more people taking me seriously.

"I've told you a million times, Freddy, I work on a ranch," I said, rolling my eyes at his usual routine.

"I bet you're one of the best riders out there, aren't ya?" Freddy winked, backing off of the counter. I simply smiled and let him have his fantasy. The more time he spent day dreaming about whatever little information he got out of me, the less time he spent trying to know more about my life and what I do.

"So random question here, would you maybe wanna get together this weekend? There's a new movie coming out and I was hoping you'd go with me?" He smiled confidently, flashing his bright teeth.

"I would but I'm sorta involved with someone at the moment," I said biting my lip a bit. Could I call what I had going with Sam something? I mean it was only a kiss… either way I did not want to go out with Freddy. So that was the story I was sticking with…

"Oh," he said, disappointed. "That's a shame." My food was finally brought to the counter. I picked it up and just before I turned to leave, I looked at Freddy and said, "No, actually it's not." I walked at a steady pace out of the store and back to my truck.

When I arrived at home, I noticed that Indi's truck wasn't back yet. Maybe she was in trouble? I wondered if I should call her. After all, where could she be at this time of night?

I went home, and ate my sandwich, then fell back asleep. The next time I woke up, it was 8am. I sat there, and wrote for half the day, and watched some more Whose Line DVDs. I tried to call Indi, but she never picked up. I started getting worried around 9pm, but she was okay, right? Probably just getting in some hours at the ranch… I fell back asleep around ten. My body was finally getting back in the sleeping kick. It was so comfortable. I never wanted to leave my pillow. All I wanted to do was snuggle with it. Nobody was bothering me anymore, and I could sleep the day away.

Again, when I woke up around 1am, I went downstairs to get something to drink, and decided to try to call Indi again. She still wasn't home, and I couldn't ask Bobby anything because we were never awake at the same time.

*END MAGGIE POV*

When Sam had finally left to go spy on the Walleye residence, it was about one o'clock in the morning… He figured if anything supernatural was going on that it would be within the witching hours.

"Indi, I really think you should go back…" Dean said as he stood at the counter, not facing me.

"Dean, I'll be fine…"

"It's dangerous!" he said, sounding angry.

I just looked at him with sad eyes, though he couldn't see me. I knew he was gonna be skeptical, but I didn't think he would be so adamant about me going back… I sat there, and twiddled my thumbs.

"I can't…" he started. I looked up, and waited for him to continue. He poured himself a glass of whiskey, and put some ice in it. "I can't deal with having to worry about you."

What was that supposed to mean? "What?" I asked.

"I-I mean, I worry about you and I can't lose you… I've lost my mom, and we lost Helen and Joe… and I-I just can't worry about losing you… You should really go back to Bobby's. I know you're safe there…"

"Dean, I'm not going to get myself killed…" I said, standing up, and watching him. He turned around, and shook his head. "Dean, I promise you."

"You don't understand, Indi… I'm not gonna go through it again." He sounded very serious.

"Babe, I'll be just fine… Don't worry."

Just then, I saw a tear escape from his eye, and then he got really mad. He swiped everything off of the night stand, including the lamp, and it fell to the floor, breaking. "God damnit Indi! My Dad's gone! And he doesn't wanna be found! And Joe and Helen are gone because of me! And my mom…" he started to shake his head. He was entering break down mode. I had no idea what to do, so I just stood there, and let my own tears fall.

He started throwing things around, and it started to scare me a lot. I knew he was going through a lot, but I had no idea it was that bad.

"Dean! Please calm down! You're scaring me!" I tried to approach him, but he looked so livid.

"Indi, please…" he said, trying to hold back tears with a hoarse voice. "Please… I can't deal with losing you…"

"I'm not going anywhere!" I said. "I'm not going to let go, I… will always be here…"

"How do you know that… What if I screw up—you're gone!"

"We both know that you can protect me, and if you can't, Sam will… Please Dean, just calm down!"

He sat down, finally, on the middle of the couch, and I walked up to him. His hands were at his sides, and his feet were planted a shoulder length apart on the ground. Softly, I crawled into his lap, and looked at him in the eyes. "Everything is going to be fine," I said slowly as I lifted his chin.

He was warm, and his hands traveled around my body. His eyes were sad and deep. I had no idea he was in so much pain. He lifted his head, and stared off into the air. I nuzzled myself into his chest, and he rested his chin on my head.

"I'm sorry," he said huskily.

I didn't respond.

"I'm sorry I freaked you out, I'm just sick… sick of losing people. Sick of my Dad and Sam being so on edge… I'm sick of everyone thinking I can't love you… I'm sick of this life, and I'm sick of the job and the people and the monsters…" he trailed off, and looked into my eyes.

I just wanted him to feel normal. I leaned in and kissed him softly. "Dean I'm always going to be here to help you through all that… and so is Sam. This is your job. Think of all the people you save. You're a hero…"

"Me?" he asked. "I'm no hero… I'm just a regular guy," he said.

I smiled and shook my head. "You're definitely no regular guy. And if it makes you feel better, you're my hero… you always have been, Dean." I kissed him again, and this time he returned it. In order to deepen it, I had to straddle him.

We pulled away, and he had this glimmer in his eyes. I knew that look anywhere. Dean placed his hands on my hips, and spoke "I'm never going to let anything happen to you. Neither is Sam… As long as you PROMISE ME that you'll stay close me to."

"I promise, Dean."

With that, he pulled me forwards, and kissed me hard. I lay down, pulling him by the collar of his shirt, and he lay on top of me, kissing me roughly. The second I tried to move from the couch, Dean stopped me, and forcefully held me there. At first, I was a bit scared, but then it kind of turned me on. He moved his left hand south, and massaged me through my jeans. I huffed in surprise, and gripped his shoulders tight. I looked up at his face, and he looked almost angry, but it was sexy.

"Dean what's gotten into you?" I asked playfully.

"Well, we're finally completely alone with nobody to possibly disturb us. What do you think's gotten into me?" he asked.

I smiled lustfully, and he picked me up, pulling my shirt off, and then my jeans. He continued to rip clothes off until all that was left was our pants, no belts. Dean trailed kisses from my mouth to the hem of my jeans, and when he looked up at me, he smiled, undoing my pants. He pulled them down carefully and kissed my thighs, sending me into a heated panic. He moved my underwear aside, and massaged me lightly with his thumb. I knew what was coming, and I wasn't so sure of it.

Just before he went down on me, my phone rang, buzzing my jeans which were on the ground beside us. I rolled my eyes, and thought not to answer it, but it had to be important. Who would be calling me at 1am?

I dug my phone out of my jeans; Dean was getting anxious, and probably pissed off that someone was interrupting his sex.

"Hello?" I said just before it went to voicemail.

"Hey, it's me. Where are you?"

Maggie was on the other line… interrupting our intimacies… God damn her… "Uhm, I-I'm with Dean…"

Just then, Dean decided it would be a good time to surprise me and go down anyway… I let out a small yelp. Positive that Maggie heard, I slapped my hand over my mouth, and watched Dean… I tried to shoo him, but to no avail.

"Uh… Do I want to know what you're doing?" asked Maggie.

"Uh—no," I said. I thought about it a moment. Dean was really anxious. "Actually yes… uhm, no, I mean… you don't wanna know, and I gotta go! Talk to you tomorrow!" With that, I hung up, and Dean snatched my phone, and threw it over at the bed and missed. It fell to the floor, and broke in two…

"Oops…" he said.