It had been a few weeks since I had seen the Winchester boys. I called Bobby and told him all about it. He cursed about Dean being a flirt but said he didn't expect anything less from him. Then he said to keep clear of the boys cause they only brought trouble.

I had a few cases here and there, nothing too exciting. I was trying to finish up on my midterm papers for my different classes when my phone went off. "Unnatural #1" flashed on the screen.

"Hiya Sammy," I cherped into the phone.

"Hey Lou, we could use some help if you're up for it." Sam's voice said on the other end. "We're outside of Buffalo, New York. I'll text you the address."

"Come on Jolly Green, of course I am on my way. I got to catch a plane for that but, I'll be there. I could use a break anyway." I hung up the phone and grabbed my bag, sighing at my unfinished paper on my desk.

I wondered what I was driving into. Hopefully something fun and easy like an annoying ghost or some witch that is just messing about with nothing. I didn't want to deal with a vamp or a demon. They were just always too much damn work.

"You called her?" Dean shouted. He started his car up and drove out of the gas station.

I sighed. "Yeah I called her Dean. We have no idea what we're walking into and she is the closest friend we got." He just gave me a look.

"That girl is not a friend. She freaking hates me man."

"She doesn't hate you."

"Oh and you'd know that cause you're all buddy buddy?"

I sighed. "No Dean, just because you're a dick to her doesn't mean that she hates you."

"I am not a dick to her." He gave me a sideways look. "Am I a dick to her?"

I laughed. "Yeah Dean. You hit on her and poke fun at almost every opportunity. Kind of a dick move man."

"Whatever."

We drove for a while in silence. Then he turned on the radio damn loud.

I rolled my eyes and went back to the map to track our progress when my phone rang. I looked at it. It was Lou.

"Hey Lou, what's up?"

"What's up is you boys are going to pick me up from the airport right? Cause I just bought a ticket for New York. I'm headed into North Buffalo Suburban Airport around 7 in the morning." She sounded irritated.

"You okay?"

I heard her blow out a sigh on the line. "I just hate grabby guys that's all."

"Guys are grabbing at you?" I was concerned. I knew she could handle herself but it still didn't sit well with me. Before I knew what was going on Dean grabbed my phone out of my hand.

"You okay Lou? Do you need me to kick someone's ass?" Dean actually seemed concerned about it. I didn't hear her answer, just some muffled yelling. Dean handed the phone back to me. She was still yelling about how he is some sexist pig and she was having a private conversation with me and Dean should but out.

"Hey hey hey, Lou, it's me." Her voice changed completely then.

"Oh hey, okay so you're gonna pick me up right?" I chuckled slightly.

"Yeah, yeah we'll come and get you don't worry." I could hear her smile over the phone. She seemed really excited to be working with us again.

"Great. See you tomorrow Jolly Green." The line went dead then.

I looked over at Dean who was seething. "What's up with you?"

He looked over at me then. "Since when did you too get so close?" I laughed slightly. "And why are you so cool with her getting groped by random dudes?"

"Look Dean," I tired to collect my thoughts, "do you like Lou or something?"

"No I don't like her, not like you mean. I mean she's hot for sure, but you know I don't do virgins. That is way too much responsibility for me." Dean laughed. "I mean, you can't start out with the best or the rest of her life is just gonna be a let down."

I didn't know how to respond to that. I knew that Dean was never the sentimental type and anything over 18 and in a skirt he usually tried to sleep with, but I had never seen him this protective over anyone but me.

We drove in silence for the rest of the way, only stopping for gas.

I got us to the airport right on time. Lou was looking around for us and when she saw us she had this smile plastered on her face that scrunched it up. She sprinted forward and ran straight at us. I was about to open my arms for a hug but she ran straight into Sam's arms, wrapping her legs around him.

"It's been too long Giant."

"Yeah it has Munchkin."

I huffed. Whatever, I didn't need a hug. "Heya Sunshine." She uncurled herself from Sam and looked up at me. Her bangs fell out of her face and I saw she had a scar above her left eyebrow.

To my surprise she snaked her arms around my middle. I didn't know what to do for a second but I decided to hug her back. "Hey Captain. How's it hanging?"

"A little low and to the left, but that's kinda a personal question don't yah think?" She whacked me in the arm. "Come on, lets go." I didn't like airports. I walked out, hearing their shoes behind me.

We made our way to Baby, but instead of climbing in the back, Lou took Sam's place. She shouted shotgun and ran to the passenger's side door smiling like a kid in a candy store. Sammy just shrugged and climbed in the back.

I grumbled to myself and took my place behind the wheel. I turned her on and Zeppelin came through the speakers. I started to feel the beat when all of the sudden the station changed. I whipped my head down to the radio to see Lou's hand messing with the dials.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I barked at her. She jumped slightly then just shrugged.

"I'm riding shotgun." She looked at me for a moment then continued. "The driver is in charge of driving. Shotgun is in charge of navigation and music, back seat is for the snack distributor and napper."

"No." I refused to look at her.

"No? What do you mean no?" She turned to face eme fully.

"I drive I control the music. End of story."

"Aye aye Captain." She gave me a mock salute then pulled her knees to her chest and faced the window, muttering something to herself as she did.

I turned the radio back to the station that was rocking Zeppelin.

Why he had to be so rude I will never know. Bobby always let me play DJ when we went on road trips together. But Dean just had to throw a fit about me messing with the radio. I mean you can only listen to classic rock for so long before you want to hurl yourself out the window.

"So what is going on?" I asked a little annoyed.

Sam was the one to speak, putting his arms on the back of the seat so he was basically between Dean and me. "Our dad had a storage unit that was broken into."

"I wonder what dad even had in there." Dean was speaking mostly to Sam. Whatever.

"So this is basically just a retrieval mission? Like humans? You called me in for humans? My job does not pay much. Splurging on a plane ticket is not cheap. And you called me for humans?" I was pissed.

"Look," Sam started, "we don't even know what is in there and we could always use a little backup."

I cut him off. "You just missed me didn't you Sammy?" I teased. He started to say something but Dean cut in.

"You can just hustle the money back." Dean finally spoke to me. I turned in the seat, fully facing him now.

"I don't hustle money."

He looked at me like I had said I only eat mayonnaise and saltines. "What do you mean you don't hustle? How do you make money? Credit card scams only go so far."

I rolled my eyes. "I don't do credit card scams either. I work an honest job. I pick up shifts at my local bar Mac's."

"Really?" Sam asked.

"Yeah I mean, I've never been good at pool or poker and working just makes me feel better I guess." I shrugged my shoulders.

"Yeah I get that," Sam said.

"Well I don't." He sounded irritated. "Don't worry Sunshine, we'll get you your money back."

"In a dishonest and backhanded way?"

"You want the money or not?"

God he was so annoying sometimes. "Yeah sure I guess." I grumbled to myself and crossed my arms over my chest.

We continued to drive for a little while until we got to the storage place.

"We're here," Dean declared.

I got out and looked up. Then I looked at the boys who were double checking that their guns were loaded. I thought to myself, when are they not loaded.

"You gonna loan me a gun?" I couldn't bring one on the plane.

Sam was about to give me his gun when Dean stepped forward. "Don't take his, he doesn't clean it often enough. Take mine." He handed me his Colt 1911. I liked it better than Sam's Beretta anyway.

"Um thanks." I weighed it in my hand. It fit so damn well I was going to have a hard time giving it back to him. I stuck it in the waistband of my shorts.

Dean went to the trunk of the Impala and pulled out a more ordinary looking 1911. He stuck that in the waistband of his jeans and then lead the way into the building.

"How can I help you?" the man behind the counter asked. He was short and round, like a ball kinda round, and had greasy hair, enough grease to make sure that squeak in the Impala went away.

"Hi, you called me because someone broke into my unit," Sam started to pull out an I.D. that I know didn't actually belong to him. "I'm Edgar Casey."

The man behind the counter looked at us all. "So you brought Ken and Barbie with you?" He eyed me up and down. I was ready to pounce when Sam grabbed my waist.

He chuckled slightly. "This is my fiance Lily, and that's my brother." He pointed his thumb in Dean's direction. I leaned into Sam to sell the bit a little bit more. He was nice and solid but really warm.

The eye just looked at us. "Here's the key to your unit." Dean grabbed the key and walked towards the elevator. He was quick and so was Sam. It was their unnaturally long legs.

I waved and said, "Thanks," over my shoulder as I jogged towards the elevator. Sam chuckled and Dean didn't even look at me.

Instead he looked down and smiled. "Man." It seemed like he had been having a conversation in his mind that leaked into the real world.

"What?" Sam asked him.

He shook his head. "Just Dad." He scratched an itch on the side of his nose. "You know him and his secrets. We spend all this time with the guy and it's like we barely even know the man."

"Well we're about to learn something," Sam answered.

"Wait, you've never been here before?" Sam shook his head at me. "Then how do you know which unit is the right one?" Dean held up the key which had a number on it.

"They label things here." Dean and Sam pulled up the door to the elevator as we hit the ground. We all walked out and looked around finally finding G7. Dean moved to unlock the flimsy looking padlock and yanked open the door. It looked overly heavy. We turned on our flashlights and shone them into the unit.

There was a motorcycle in the corner and a shelf full of bottles of oil that had so much dust on them I wondered if they were good still. I was really happy I chose to bring my empty backpack with me. I needed more oil for Shelby anyway. I moved to go look at it when Dean pulled me back. I was about to yell at him but he and Sam were focused on something on the ground.

There was a large red painted demon trap on the ground and a bunch of blood.

"No demons allowed." Sam said it almost like it was a treehouse rule.

"Blood." Dean knelt down and held up a tripwire. "Check this out." I followed it with my flashlight. It ended on the shelf with the oil. There was a shotgun in the mouth of an animal skull. Gross.

"Whoever broke in here got tagged." Man these guys loved stating the obvious. I stepped over the wire and made my way to the oil shelf. I rubbed off a lot of dust to find that the oil was not yet done for. I packed three quarts into my bag and turned back to the actual hunt.

I could hear Dean saying something about "Dear old Dad," but I wasn't paying that much attention. I saw Dean looking down at the floor some more. "I've got two sets of boot treds here, looks like it was a two man job." Dean seemed so sure. He stood then as he said. "And our friend with the buck shot in him, looks like he kept walking."

They finally started to move into the unit with me.

"So what's the deal," Sam started, "Dad would do work here or something?"

Dean did something in between a sigh and a chuckle. A suckle. No. A chigh. No. Oh I'd figure it out. "Living the high life, as usual." He looked a little harder at the skull then me, zipping up my backpack half full of oil and shakes his head, laughing slightly.

I don't know why, maybe it's because I feel like he caught me doing something, but I felt heat rush to my cheeks. I think he noticed. He turned away quickly to look around the unit. He picked up a small trophy from a filing cabinet and dusted it off. "1995."

Sam stopped what he was doing and turned with a goofy smile on his face. "No way!" He took the trophy from Dean. "That's my Division Championship soccer trophy." He dusted it off a little bit more. "I can't believe he kept this."

I walked over to look and Dean started to move away. "Yeah, it's probably about the closest you ever came to being a boy." He moved over to a desk. "Oh wow." He set down his flashlight and picked up a shotgun. He looked at Sam. "It's my first sawed-off. I made it myself. Sixth grade." He laughed and cocked it. Dust floated up. I scrunched my eyebrows together at the weird mental image I was getting of their childhood. "What's that look for Sunshine?"

"Oh nothing," I muttered and moved further into the unit.

There was another door, the chain was broken on it. Sam opened the door with a horrible squeak and groan. I shined a light on a work table in the corner and Dean bustled in behind me . "Holy crap." He scoffed as I fingered the grenades on the table. "Look at this he had landmines." He moved his flashlight over the rest of the table. "Which they didn't take." I grabbed a few grenades and knives from the table and placed them in my backpack. It's not stealing when the people who would care are watching you do it. "Or the guns," Dean continued.

"I guess they knew what they were after," I suggested.

Sam looked pensive so I followed his gaze. "Hey check this out," he called. Slightly startled when he found me right next to him. "See these symbols? That's binding magic."

"These are all curse boxes." I hated curse boxes. Bad juju.

Dean looked at me. "Curse boxes? They're suppose to keep the bad mojo in right, kinda like the Pandora deal?"

I nodded. "Yep. They uh, well they're built to contain the power of the cursed object." I shivered. So not my thing.

"Well Dad's journal did mention a whole bunch of stuff, you know? Dangerous hexed items, fetishes. He never did say where they ended up." Dean looked at me.

"Yeah. Well this must be his toxic waste dump," Sam said. He looked down at an empty space on the shelf. It was way too clean. Something was recently there. Sam drew a line in the dust just to make sure. "One box is missing. Great."

"Well maybe they didn't open it." Dean sounded almost optimistic.

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