Stevie slipped her fingers at the edge of her mouth, whistling so loud that she got everyone's attention, even the deputy outside, opening his door and stepping out to walk toward the room, but Stevie gave him a look that sent him back to his car as she shut the door. "I can't believe I'm the one that is actually putting an end to this shit, but in the wise words of my sister, this has got to stop." She looked at each of them in turn, "Can you not see what is happening? My birthday is less than 12 hours away and now we're at war with each other? I honestly believe that I could have walked out that door just now, and not one of you would have noticed. Our little deputy friend could have driven me away before any of you would have stopped long enough to realize I was gone." She sighed, their attention on her, shaking her head, "I don't know about anything else, but I do know that this," she said, waving her hand at each of this, herself included, "is exactly what it wants from us. It's tearing us apart. It wants us to be weak."

Maria nodded, moving over to her sister, hugging her tightly before looking at Sam, "I'm sorry for being such a bitch about it, but that is how I feel. I don't believe in what you and Stevie think you have."

Stevie returned the hug, "You don't have to believe in it, just respect us enough to let it play out and see where it takes us."

Sam looked somewhat ashamed as he nodded to Maria, "I should never have called you a bitch, but just as you don't believe in us, I do. Stevie does." He then turned his gaze on his brother, "You know you can be an asshole, but you didn't deserve to be called one like that."

Dean shrugged at the whole situation, not sure what he should think in the moment, now fearing that no thought was truly his own. The one thing he could believe in was that they had now all been infected with something. But how? When they came back to the motel, the only ones that had truly been affected had been Sam and Stevie, but in truth, they hadn't even been near the town at all when they'd first developed feelings for each other. "Whatever this is, whatever we're fighting, the watchers, I guess, they don't need to be near us to inject their desired emotions on us. Somehow they can reach us no matter where we are," he said as he sunk down on the end of his bed.

"Dean's right," Sam said, moving over to take Stevie's hand, pulling her to sit beside him as he settled onto the end of his bed. "There wasn't a watcher in sight when Stevie and I first met," he said aloud.

It was Maria that quickly questioned that, "How do you know? For certain, I mean. Think about the woman at the diner. Bobbie, I think it was. You actually met each other there, in that diner, who's to say that she isn't a watcher that has been looking after you two for awhile, and when she figured out who Stevie was, her being the one to be in the diner the same time as you, well, maybe she did start this feeling between the two of you."

Dean chuckled at this, having met Bobbie a few years back and seen her many times since, "Do you really think there could be a watcher around and we wouldn't even know it?"

Stevie was thinking that her sister made a good point, and had no problems backing her up on this idea. "Just think about it. Why would you have been looking for a watcher or anything else supernatural there? There had been no signs that something was at work, right? And that's how we know where to go looking, where there is a sign or an outright freaky show of the creepy and seeming impossible. But Bobbie sat right down with me and started a conversation. At the time I just thought it was just the way people were in a small town, it wasn't the first time I'd seen behavior like that," she finished, Sam's arm around her tightening.

Sam looked at both Dean and Maria, knowing that he didn't have to look at Stevie for her to know where he stood on this and that his words were genuine. "I hate to admit it, but Stevie is right. We would have had no reason to suspect, and she had Stevie and I there at the same time," he sighed, knowing what was coming from Maria, but wanting to stop her before she started. "And Maria, I know what you're thinking, but I still agree with Stevie, this could never feel this real if there wasn't some kind of truth in it. We do really care about each other, you know that's true," he finished, feeling the strength emanating from the woman at his side.

Maria leaned over in the chair she was sitting on at the table, running her hands through her hair as she groaned out loud, "Okay, that would explain you and Stevie, but what about what's happening between me and Stevie? That didn't start during our short time in the diner."

"But it did," Dean started, "after your visit to the church with that Cannon lady." He arched his brow as he looked at Sam, "Though you and me didn't start until today, so where would that have come from?"

"It wasn't instantaneous for us, either," Maria said, then a thought occurred to her, "Where did you get that pizza last night? Was it in town? In Union?"

Sam looked at Dean, his eyes showing that he thought it could have happened then. "Yeah," he said, "It was in town, and the owner came over while we were waiting and offered us a beer because it was taking longer than usual he said. He patted me on the back when he gave me the beer."

Dean nodded, "He patted me on the back when he handed me the pizzas."

Stevie looked at Maria, as if she were trying to recall a memory, "I don't remember Mrs. Cannon touching us, do you?"

Maria shook her head, "I have no memory of that at all."

Sam looked from Stevie to Maria, his voice concealing the fear they held as he spoke, "That doesn't mean she didn't."