Grocery shopping with the brothers had been rather amusing. Dean wanted to buy the most useless things for Bobby and Sam and I had to keep pulling things out of the cart. In the end the trip had taken us almost a good two hours. By the time we got back to Bobby's he was up and about again.

"Where'd you three idjiots get off to?" he asked when we showed up, laden with grocery bags.

"Figured you needed to be restocked," Sam answered him, placing the bags he was carrying on the kitchen table before he helped me with mine.

"You couldn't have done somethin more useful with your time?" Bobby asked, eyeing the bags Dean was holding.

"Like what?" Dean asked him.

I began unpacking the groceries, putting things away where they belonged. I figured Dean would just shove everything somewhere so I kept shooing him out of my way.

"Figuring out something to help us with this Eve so we don't all end up like taco meat?" Bobby suggested, leaning against the kitchen counter with a cup of coffee in his hands.

"We were thinking," Sam said, helping me finish up with the last of the groceries, "maybe we could check out Samuel's research. See if maybe he's got anything?"

Bobby stood in thought for a minute, mulling over the usefulness of the four of us traveling out of our way to visit Samuel Campbell's place. He must have thought there was somewhat of a point when he finally grunted out an affirmative response.

"We can head out tomorrow mornin," Bobby said, finishing up the rest of his coffee.

"Want me to make dinner?" I asked, hovering by the fridge.

"You always make dinner," Dean said, finally speaking up. He had been staring out the window for awhile now during the whole conversation. He glanced between Sam and I briefly before saying, "Why don't you two go out?"

Sam and I turned towards each other, our faces both mirroring looks of shock.

"You can even take the Impala," Dean offered.

"Whoa now," Sam said, turning to face his brother. "What's gotten into you?"

Dean shrugged and placed his car keys on the table. "I can make dinner for Bobby and I for one night."

I eyed Dean suspiciously. "You're up to something."

He chuckled now, causing Bobby to even raise a brow at him.

"Did you bring home a skinwalker?" Bobby asked.

"Look, I'm just trying to be nice," Dean defended, sounding annoyed now, "You two keep making googly eyes at each other and you don't get to spend any time together. We're just going to be sitting here tonight doing nothing. I figured you would like a chance to have a night off."

I paused a moment, taking in what he said. "That's…really nice of you."

"Yeah," Sam added, not really sure how to take it.

Dean looked incredibly uncomfortable now, standing there shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

Sam turned back to me, scratching the back of his neck uncomfortably. "So uhm, did you want to go out tonight then?"

"Yeah sure!" I said excitedly. We had only had a couple attempts at a date and I was eager to actually go out and have a real one.

Sam smiled wide and Bobby scoffed from his place against the counter.

"You three are a group of idjiots, I'm goin back to see if I can find anything on Eve. Let me know when you finish cooking dinner, Deanna," Bobby said, rinsing out his now empty coffee mug before quickly crossing the kitchen to grab a beer and leaving the room.

Dean stood in place with an appalled look on his face. "This is what happens when I try to be nice?"

I smirked. "Maybe you should be nice more often and this wouldn't happen."

"Shut up, squirt," Dean said.

"So what'd you want to do?" Sam asked me.

Thinking about it for a moment, I bit my lip and played with a strand of my hair.

"We should do something cheesy," I said finally.

He chuckled. "Like what?"

I shrugged. "What do couples do that's cheesy?"

"Go bowling," Dean offered over the top of the beer he'd just opened.

My eyes widened and I pointed at Dean. "Yes!"

"I was just joking," Dean said, "Besides, I don't think they make bowling shoes big enough to fit Sasquatch."

Sam glared at his brother as I hid a laugh behind my hand.

"I think bowling sounds blissfully normal and couple-y. You up for it, Sammy?" I asked, turning to look up at him.

"Any time I can beat you at something, I'm always up for it," Sam boasted.

I raised a brow at him. "Oh yeah? I bet you lose horribly to me."

"You're so on," Sam said, a grin tugging at his lips.

He grabbed up the Impala's keys from off the table and the two of us were racing out of the house.

"Don't forget, Sam needs bumpers to bowl!" Dean called out the door after us.

"Shut up, Dean!" Sam shot back at his brother.

Dean groaned from the doorway as he saw me turn the radio on. I flipped through a few stations, Sam just watching me, until I stopped on a song that caught my attention.

"You're defiling my baby!" Dean called after us.

Sam and I ignored him and turned the volume up as Party Rock Anthem by LMFAO came on. He didn't really know the song, but Sam and I were always busting out dancing to popular music, which Dean hated. But seeing as it was just us, we had a hell of a ride to the bowling alley.

About fifteen minutes later, the two of us still having our own little dance party in the front of the Impala that Dean would have been ashamed of, we pulled up into the parking lot of a bowling alley we had driven by for years but never went into. I was excited to be out and having my mind on something else for once. Plus, I hadn't gone bowling in years and I was pretty sure the same was true for Sam.

Sam paid for the lane and we both quickly got our shoes and put them on. We went over to the racks and picked out the most obnoxious bowling balls. I made Sam get a sparkly pink one.

"It suits you," I teased him, to which he shot me a look.

"You're starting to remind me of Dean," Sam told me as we made our way over to our lane.

I giggled at his comment and sat down at the computer where we typed in our names. I entered Sam's name as "SASQ".

"What is that supposed to even mean?" he asked looking over my shoulder.

I shot him a devilish grin. "Sasquatch."

He scooted me over and then proceeded to enter my name in as "BARB". I shot him a confused look.

"What the hell is barb?"

"Barbie," he said, ducking out of the way as I tried to hit him in the arm playfully.

"You ass," I joked, laughing a little. "You're the one with the pink, glittery ball."

"You're going to lose to me and my glittery ball," Sam shot with a wink.

I giggled as he stepped up to the lane first, throwing the ball down the aisle and knocking all but two pins down. He managed to get a spare with his next bowl. I booed him jokingly as he did a sort of victory dance.

The night continued on with the two of us teasing and taunting the other. I ended up losing, which Sam had no problem reminding me about. After bowling we ended up stopping at a cute little diner we'd ate at quite a few times before.

"I can't believe I lost to you," I said again before taking another bite of my burger.

Sam just laughed. "You talk a good talk, I'll give you that."

I leaned in a bit closer to Sam before I said, "Have you noticed that old lady over there keeps staring at us and smiling?"

Slowly, he turned his head a bit in the direction I had pointed out and looked. Sure enough, she was smiling at us. Sam shot her an awkward smile back before turning back to me.

"Odd," he commented.

I nodded in agreement before going back to my meal and finishing it. Sam was just about done with his burger when someone approached our booth. The two of us stopped mid-conversation and looked up. The older woman who had been shooting us smiles all night was standing there, smiling at us once more.

"I'm sorry dears, but I just had to ask. Are you two newlyweds?"

I nearly choked on my soda.

Sam cleared his throat a little uncomfortably before answering. "No, we're uh, we aren't."

The woman's smile faltered a bit. "My mistake, you just look so happy together. You reminded me of my late husband and I."

We gave her friendly smiles as she turned to leave the diner. I watched her make her way to her car in the parking lot all by herself.

"That felt a little clichéd and weird," I noted.

Sam nodded, throwing money on the table for our food before looking back up at me. "Ready to go?

"Yup," I answered, getting up and pulling my bomber jacket back on.

The drive back to Bobby's wasn't as crazy as our drive earlier had been. Our hands were intertwined together on the center console of the car the entire time.

"Tonight was easily the best night I have had in awhile," Sam admitted to me as he turned off the car.

I smiled, happy to hear that. "Good, I'm glad. It was fun for me too."

He smiled and leaned in, kissing me gently. When he pulled away I shot him a mischievous grin.

"What's that look for?" Sam asked, eyeing me curiously.

I opened the car door and looked back over my shoulder at him. "Who said the night had to be over already?" I asked him, feigning innocence.

A smirk crossed his lips as he caught my meaning.