1Disclaimer: Don't own them. But a girl can dream.

A/N: Short. Sorry. Review. Let me know what you think The good the bad and the fugly. I think I can handle it.

Sarah the mutant farm girl: Well, as much as I didn't want Adyn and Dean hooking up... They seem to have different plans for me. So the tension with Dean and Monti can only continue at this point. A pox upon them all.

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Montana actually tried to enjoy himself. It was amazingly easy with Sam. Montana liked Sam the same way he highly disliked Dean. Still, for Adyn's sake he tried to get along with Dean. The more he tried, the easier he found it was. Maybe Michael was right. Maybe Montana should cut Dean a little slack. Not much, mind you, he still didn't like the bastard, but he could try a little. For Adie. He had to admit, this was the most he had seen Adie smile and laugh in a while, and for that he was grateful to Dean. This breakfast was turning out to be not so bad after all.

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Sam was proud of his brother. With the exception of the initial meeting of Adyn, Dean hadn't made any sort of pass at her. Well, that Sam was aware of. This amused him greatly. It was obvious, to him at least, and Montana too, most likely, that they both got along well and were secretly attracted to each other. Although Dean would never admit it. He wondered if Dean was even aware of his feelings. Or if Adyn was aware that Dean liked her. She could read minds so shouldn't she know already?

'No,' came Adyn's soft mind voice.

'No?' He asked mentally. 'No, you don't know?'

'No. I shouldn't know: but I do. Dean doesn't realize, well he does, sorta, but he's denying it and convincing himself he doesn't.'

'Why shouldn't you know?'

'Courtesy. What he thinks are his private thoughts, I can pick through them whenever I feel like it technically. I just try not to interfere with others' thoughts needlessly, but with Dean...it's... it's... well, difficult. He thinks very forcefully about things. Which is the equivalent of yelling at a telepath.'

'So... you realize you like him back, right?'

'Maybe. But it doesn't matter.'

'Why not?'

'A relationship is a two-way street, and he isn't ready for a relationship,' Adyn stated.

'He hasn't looked this carefree in a while. Thank you for that.'

'You're welcome. Michael said we could help him in that way.'

'Michael. I'm not sure I believe in him. I mean, after the whole priest thing: Dean's right; I can't see them. So why should I believe in them?'

'Perhaps you have to believe before you can see.'

'I did. It was a farce.'

'Does one bad apple make the entire tree bad?'

'...no...'

'Then why should one bad experience spoil your good beliefs?'

'Hnn,' He mumbled noncommitally.

''Sides, have you seen our arsenal? Do we honestly seem the type to just accept the fact it is an angel?'

Sam paused a moment to think, which seemed a little odd to him, sincee he was having a completely mental conversation. 'No, I guess not. You'd probably try to kill it. I mean, put it to rest.'

Adyn confirmed that they had tried, then severed contact and stood to clear the table. "Montana, why don't you, Dean, and Sam go wash up while I do the dishes? Then we can discuss some leads I found."

"There's two showers. You can have them first," Montana offered to Sam and Dean.

"Dude, you smell like an old gym sock. You and Sam hit the showers."

Montana looked at Dean. The feelings of, well, tolerance that appeared during breakfast instantly faded. "What are you going to do?" He barely masked the coldness in his voice.

"Is that really any of your business?" Dean asked.

"My house; my business," He stated firmly.

"Actually, Montana, the deed says this is my house," Adyn broke in sweetly, placing special emphasis on Montana's name.

"It's ok, Adie," Dean said, not realizing he had used her nickname. Montana did notice however, and he wasn't happy. "I don't mind." Turning to Montana, he replied, "I'm going to help your sister do the dishes. She cooked most of the meal; it seems a little unfair to have her clean it up as well."

Sam and Montana were utterly shocked by Dean's offer. Sam because Dean always tried to get out of any chores even resembling housework. Montana because, well, Dean didn't seem the type to voluntarily do housework, which made Montana suspicious. Adyn merely continued to clean the table, completely unfazed by the turn of events. "You know he's right, Monti," She called from the kitchen. "You do smell like a dirty gym sock. Go shower."

Monti took a deep breath, reminding himself that this was the happiest Adyn had been in a long while, and he should try not to ruin it. "Fine. But no monkey business this time." And with that he turned and went to shower. Sam shot an apologetic look at the two and went to the master bath to shower.

Dean and Adyn looked at each other and burst out laughing. "What was the apologetic look for?" Adyn inquired.

Dean shook his head. "He's probably saying he's sorry Montana's being an ass. Or trying to say he tried to fix it. Seriously, Sam has serious guilt issues. Pretty sure he thinks he's the cause of the bubonic plague."

"Seriously? Well, Montana's pretty sure he caused the ice age. So they make a pretty pair."

Dean snorted as he ran water in the sink for the dishes. "Where do they get it from? I mean, come on. We weren't even born then."

Adyn shrugged and loaded and started the dishwasher. The hum of the washer was the only noise to be found as the two worked together in an odd, yet completely comfortable silence.

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Sam and Montana finished showering at almost the same time. Montana finished quickly because he simply didn't trust Dean very long with his sister. Sam because, well, as much as he liked hot water, he would have felt bad if Adyn had to take a cold shower. Since they both only took a five minute shower, they had to wait for Dean and Adyn to finish in the kitchen. Which meant that Montana stood in the doorway watching, like a hovering parent, until Sam pulled him away. Montana sat on the couch and scowled as Sam shuffled through the papers Adyn had been working on.

"Any of these could be supernatural..." Sam said as he gave the papers precursory glances.

"Yeah, but half of them are only gang related." Montana shot at him snippily.

"Still, I think I found a few that are worth looking into," Adyn stated as she walked into the room, Dean trailing behind her. "You don't want that stack. That's just gangs," she said, taking the stack from Sam and putting it aside. Picking up another stack, she leafed through it to refresh her memory. "I think this one's worth checking out. What do you think?" She asked as she handed Dean and Sam matching files, which they began to flip through.

"Adie... As much as I'd like to agree," Dean started with a slightly patronizing tone, even though he was only halfway through the file, "this just doesn't seem much more than a series of robberies gone wrong.." Dean fell silent, giving Adyn a apologetic look.

Adyn rolled her eyes. "Check the last two pages, O great and mighty asshole, who is the declarer of all things proper when dealing with supernatural entities."

Sam sniggered but turned quickly to the last two pages. "Except for the fact that the same person is buying the estates, or most of the estates."

Montana looked at Aydn's copy of the file. "Looks like five people so far, in Germantown. No connections seemingly, except a Baha Incorporated buying the estates."

"That, and the cause of death in each case wsas stabbing in the back," Adyn pointed out. "And no weapon has been found at any of the crime scenes."

"Dean, you owe Adyn an apology. She found a pattern I'm not even sure Dad would have even found." Sam said as he continued to rustle through the papers amazedly.

"What? I'm not apologizing. You'd have to be fuckin' crazy to figure out this pattern! IF it even it something supernatural!" Dean exclaimed. "It's not a bad job, though, Adie. You know, for an amateur."

"You're forgiven, and you're welcome," Adyn told him, understanding his words for what they were: an apology. Sam just smacked him in the back of the head and Montana mouthed to himself as he closed his eyes.

Adyn laughed. Something that was becoming a very welcome habit, Or so Dean and Montana both thought at the same time, though the only person who knew that, wasn't telling.

"Well, I still need a shower, so how 'bout me and Dean clean up, and then we can hit some of the crime scenes and ask around," Adyn stated as she handed her folder to Montana.

"Sounds good to me," Sam said pleasantly. "Can I bum some wireless? See if I can find anything like this happening in the past?"

"Of course. Montana will hook you up. I'm off."

"Me too," Dean said, following Adyn.

As soon as they were out of sight, Montana and Sam hit the computers. Anything to take Montana's mind off the fact that both Dean and Adyn were taking showers at the same time. Different showers, perhaps, but even so..

"Montana," Sam moaned wearily as Montana continued to nervously twitch and generally be annoying. "relax. Dean's dumb sometimes when it comes to when and where he whips it out. But he isn't stupid. He won't try anything without Adyn's adamant declaration that you won't kill him, or worse. Eunuchy, snip, snip, savvy? And I don't think Adyn is going to declare that anytime soon," Sam consoled.

"Oh great. That makes me feel so much better. Cause Adyn knows that whatever-" Montana was cut off by a high-pitched scream from the back of the house, causing both Sam and Montana to fly to the disturbance to make sure Adyn was ok.

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