The three were sitting around like they had been for hours Sam's sigh had been the first sound.

"So if Dean wasn't eaten tonight who went in his place?"

Samantha looked over to Sam then down at her intertwined hands.

"The demon won't eat anyone else, it's gonna go after Dean until it either eats him or it dies."

"Why are we just sitting here then?"

"Because it's almost daybreak and this thing is allergic to the sun. We have to go, Dean is in trouble and this thing will starve to death if we leave." Samantha shouted at Sam with her voice breaking.

"What about the guy in the morgue it moved onto Dean without finishing him?"

"That's because that body is cold and it likes to hear its victims scream."

"I have to agree with Sam we never leave before finishing a job." Dean broke into the fight.

"Fine I'll go keep watch to make sure no one gets through to hand deliver you to their precious demon. You guys need to get some rest if we're gonna take this demon out." Samantha surrendered going out the door.

"She just gave in like that? How do you know she's not going to come back in and kill us in our sleep?" Dean questioned watching her silhouette on the curtain climbing to the roof.

"Dean she gave in because she likes you."

"The feeling isn't mutual."

"Come on Dean give her a break. Is there any reason why you shouldn't trust her?"

"Remember the last girl you trusted, she fell out the window because she was a demon."

"She's different then Meg, she's connected to us."

"I have to go to sleep before this becomes a girl talk. Good night Sam."

Dean was waken by cluttering in the room the next day. Dean hurriedly pulled out his gun and shot the figure. After the shot there was a scream.

"You guys have got to stop shooting me." Samantha said between heavy breathing.

"What's wrong I thought you were immortal?" Dean asked her.

"Just because I'm immortal doesn't mean that getting shot doesn't hurt like hell." Samantha retorted turning on the light.

"You're bleeding a lot and it's blue." Dean told her as the lights turned on.

"Are you afraid of blood?"

"No but yours is blue."

"Why isn't Sam awake?"

"Used my silencer and why are you awake."

"I didn't sleep last night I was on watch. I need your help."

"For what?"

"I can't heal unless this bullet comes out and you shot my left arm which has my dominate hand."

"You want me to take it out?"

"Please."

Samantha sat down next to Dean on his bed. As he got up to reveal his shirtless torso she looked away.

"You're acting like you've never seen a guy without a shirt before."

"I haven't."

"You have now. Let me see your arm."

Samantha looked at Dean with reluctance before giving him her arm. When his hand touched her arm she got goose bumps and looked away.

"Huh, Sam was right."

"About what?" Samantha questioned Dean.

"This is gonna hurt."

Samantha gasped as Dean pulled the bullet out of her arm. "Thanks." She got off his bed as her arm healed itself. "I'm just gonna go get something for us to eat."

As she hurried out of the room Dean threw a pillow at Sam. "Wake up."

"Dean what's wrong?"

"You were right about her."

"What am I supposed to do about that?"

"Get her to stop liking me." Dean demanded grabbing a new shirt.

"I can't do that. By the way where is Samantha?"

"She went to go get us something to eat."

"We already have stuff to eat."