They each took a moment to think about the ramifications of how they had each been injected with the feeling they'd each had thrust upon them. None of them were sure how to get rid of them, especially in the few hours they had remaining, but not a one of them had decided to give up. Maria was standing up to go her laptop when Stevie spoke out loud. "Mare, what happened in that museum? Even if Sam and I are the 'chosen ones'," she said, using air quotes around the words, "it doesn't make sense that their back up plan wouldn't be you and Dean. And you were both in the museum at the same time."

Maria had stopped at the door, her hand on the knob as she looked at Stevie, then at Dean, trying to remember exactly what had happened there. Dean looked at her, his head tilting to the side as he thought back to those moments. "I don't remember her touching you," he said, then added, "Did she touch you before I came in?"

Maria shook her head, "When I first walked into the museum she was behind the desk, she didn't approach me until you walked up." She paused as she thought about it, "Something tells me she didn't expect me to leave before you."

"And since then, you two haven't been in the same place except for the diner we had lunch in, which we went out of town for, and here. While deputy blow hard has been sitting out there since we've gotten back, he hasn't been able to catch you outside without Stevie and I there, too," Sam said, as Dean got up and walked over to stand behind Maria, "And he's not getting a chance now. Dean will walk with you to your room, for safety's sake."

Both Stevie and Dean could see the rejection of the offer coming, but it was Dean who spoke up, "I'm going with you, end of story." Stevie nodded, and Maria relented, opening the door and walking the short distance to the room finding the door ajar from where Stevie and Dean had rushed out earlier. Maria looked at Dean, who motioned he would walk in first, though Maria shook him off, slowly pushing the door open, the deputy sitting at her laptop, going through her files.

"Surely that has to be illegal," Dean spoke up, surprising the deputy who quickly shut the laptop after closing out the window he had open.

The deputy stood up, his hands on his belt as he looked at the two, "The door was ajar, it's my duty to come in and check things out. I thought maybe something happened to you."

Maria rolled her eyes, "Don't you mean you were hoping that Dean and I would come in here so you could touch us and fuck up our lives, too? Touch me and it will be the last thing you do."

Dean put a hand on Maria's shoulder, not wanting her to push the deputy too far. The deputy did a good job of looking shocked, "Miss, I don't know what you're talking about, I'm just doing my job."

It was Dean's turn to show his distaste of the situation, "And it's your job to sit out in the parking lot making sure we don't disappear?"

The deputy stepped around the two, making his way to the door, making no move to touch either one, if anything, he was doing his best not to, "You're visitors to our town, it's my job to make sure you are safe." He stepped outside, turning around to look at them, a near wicked smile on his face, "And I see that you two are just fine. Let's make sure you all stay that way."

Maria went to move toward him, but Dean's hand on her shoulder held her back. "Don't," he whispered, watching as the deputy made his way back to his car. "Don't give him any reason to take you in," he told her, his voice deep with concern, "the last thing we need right now is us getting split up. We may not be at our best, but we're better when we're all together."

Maria snorted at this as she picked up her laptop, her hand still shaking a little from the anger she felt at her privacy she felt had been violated. She turned and looked at Dean, "Do you really think it's a good thing that we finally met each other, because to me, it's been nothing but bullshit from minute one."

"Just how it was designed to be, remember?" he asked, trying to keep in mind that even Castiel hadn't wanted them to meet until it was necessary. "What would have happened if we had met before? Maybe all of this would have been royally screwed up, which to me would be a damned good thing. But it didn't happen that way, and I know that once we get through all this bullshit, we'll always have someone to call when a case is too big." He nodded at her, "So will you."

"Dean," Maria sighed, "Can you really see us calling on each other after this? Honestly? Because I don't know about you, but it's not going to tickle my fancy to be in the same place as you guys once this is over. You never know what could happen."

Dean looked at her, understanding exactly what she meant, but giving her a small smirk anyway, "The thing is, Maria, once we kick this things ass? It won't matter what they throw at us next, we'll know without a shadow of a doubt that we can handle anything, and every one of those bastards? They'll be scared of us all together."

Maria thought about what he said for a minute, nodding a little, her own smirk matching his, "Hilliards and Winchesters, what did Castiel say? Unstoppable."