Last night

"Hey Liv, what are you doing up?"

I looked up and saw Bobby. Beer in one hand, baseball cap in the other. It was always funny seeing him without the cap on.

"I'm just reading over the case file, since I'm gonna be working on the case apparently. Thanks for the heads up Singer," I said, smirking at him.

"We both know you needed another case to work on. What happened at Jacob's-" I put my hand up.

"I don't wanna talk about that Bobby."

Sore spot. He knew that.

"Liv, I know how hard it must've been.."

"Bobby, I'm fine. Really. It was nothing. I'm just glad to be working again."

"If you say so. Idjit." he said. I looked up from the file and smiled at him.

"Go to bed, I'll need you to keep me sane tomorrow when we head to town with the brothers. They drive me crazy."

"They mean well, you know that."

I looked at him.

"Yea well... you know how much I just love making new friends," I smiled softly.

"Yea, I do. Goodnight Livvy," he said, and kissed my forehead.

"Goodnight Bobby."

The next morning

"Move over, will ya?" someone said to me, nudging my leg. I groaned.

I just wanted a little nap on Bobby's couch, why is that so difficult to achieve.

I opened my eyes to see Sasquatch standing over me, smirking.

"We both do not fit on this couch Sas, so go ahead run along upstairs and do what you do." I said, closing my eyes back up again and taking a deep breath.

Ah, relaxation.

"Alright, suit yourself then." I heard him say, and for a second I smiled to myself. Finally, a brother who listens.

"OOMPH" I groaned as a weight just crashed onto me. My eyes flew open to see the Yeti sitting on top of me, opening his laptop and typing in a few things.

"Get. OFF."

"I told you to move over."

"Seriously, you're like a bazillion pounds. Get OFF!" I pushed him.

No luck.

"Sammy, what the hell?" Dean said, laughing.

I looked at him and begged with my eyes.

"Please. Please just get him off me."

"Ohhhh no sister, you've been cranky since day one. Maybe Sammy can squash it out of you." He laughed.

"BOBBY!" I yelled.

"He's out," Sasquatch said, smiling. "But if you want me to get off you, you're gonna have to start being a lot nicer to me."

"And me!" Ken doll said, hands on his hips. What a fucker.

"Dude, no. I'm the one who's nice to her, I deserve to be treated nicely back. Not you, you're just mean." Sas said, getting up and holding a hand out to me.

I grabbed his hand and he pulled me up, while I coughed my lungs out.

"Jesus Christ, Sasquatch. You need to quit it with the burgers." I said, huffing and puffing, feeling as if I had been punched in the stomach repeatedly.

"It's muscle," he said, pursing his lips. I looked up and him and rolled my eyes.

"Yea, whatever. Just promise not to sit on me. Ever again." I grabbed my stomach. Jeez Louise.

"Haha, you got it kiddo."

"Alright lovebirds, quit it. I feel sick to my stomach just watching you two." Ken doll piped up. Sam rolled his eyes and threw a book at Dean.

"Read up, genius. Bobby was telling me that it could possibly a deity."

"What? No it's not" I said. I read over the file, there was no way.

"But Bobby-" Dean started.

"Listen guys, I may be fresh in the game, but I definitely know my rules. I went over the case files, and I've been through all of Bobby's past cases. This isn't a deity. These aren't sacrifices, or anything, and that's basically the key mark for deities. I think we are looking at something more along the lines of an urban legend."

"Liv is right," said Bobby, coming into the living room. Dean rolled his eyes.

"Getting a little slow there Bobby, thinking it was a deity."

I punched Dean in the shoulder.

"Shut up Ken. It was an honest mistake." I said. No way in hell was I gonna let someone pick on Bobby.

I owed him everything.

"Whoa whoa there, kunfu panda. It was a joke." he said, rubbing his shoulder.

"Idjits." Bobby said, shaking his head.

I rolled my eyes.

"Let's just get working please. I'll head to the local library and look up some local legends and I'll let you guys know. Sam and Ken doll, try to get the autopsy reports from the coroner's. If you need to hack the system, I know someone." I said, pulling on my boots and grabbing my gun.

"I'll go with you," Sam said. We all looked at him.

"Sammy, we need to get the autopsy reports and you know I suck at that crap." Dean said.

"I'm better at research, and Bobby can help with the reports." Sam insisted.

Bobby and I exchanged a look and I shrugged.

"C'mon Sam, times a-wastin'" I grabbed my bag, and my keys

"We'll bring back some food, I'll call to take orders."