A few things she'd found out about the Winchesters over cheap burgers and beer. One, up close they changed from hot to ridiculously good looking. Two, Sam was not so much a people person but that could have something to do with three, that neither one of them seemed to want anything to do with her past a professional standpoint. Sam was almost going out of his way not to talk to her. Dean was actively engaging in conversation, but nothing outside hunting.

To make sure things aren't confused, Kayla didn't want to get involved that way, but she was used to men trying pretty hard. She hadn't put her hands on anyone intimately…ever. An incident in her past had kept her from even considering it, no matter how nice, or hot, the guy was. Which is why the Winchester's lack of interest was both a good and bad thing; Dean seemed like the kind of guy you wouldn't be able to resist if he put an effort in it.

She had just about come to the end of her story about a job that turned out to be fake. It had happened on more than one occasion.

"Then they all busted out laughing and I wanted to rip their little throats out."

Dean took another swig of his beer. "Sounds like some Scooby Doo crap to me."

She laughed quietly. "That's exactly what it was. Scooby Doo crap."

He tried to focus on being serious. It was easier if he didn't look at her, especially not in the eyes. That only made him want to hit on her. "So uh, you ran into our dad huh? Tell me about the job you worked."

"Well I'm not sure which one of us was there first, but we ran into each other on location. It was just one of those ghosts that didn't want to let go, not really even a pissed spirit. Anyway we got to talking while we were looking for…"

"Got to talking, like a conversation?" He interrupted.

"Yeah." She laughed. "Kind of like what we're doing here."

"Sorry. He's been MIA for awhile, hunting. We've been trying to reach him but he won't return my calls."

"I could try to call him, he called me to leave the tip."

Dean was fairly certain his dad wouldn't answer for her either. "Don't worry about it. It's not unusual, just, I'm glad to know someone saw him and he's ok."

"Seemed to be. He talked about you guys a lot."

That seemed make him happy, to know his dad was thinking about them. It started him on another story from his past, a hunt from when they were younger. The conversation eventually turned to the typical question of how she got into hunting in the first place. As she answered every skeptical look with this question, she responded with "I just like to help people who don't know what they're up against." Dean seemed ok with the answer and didn't pry into it too much.

She hadn't been hunting nearly as long as they had. She didn't even know things like this existed until she was about fifteen and accidentally came upon a shape shifter, barely escaping with her life. The hunting part she didn't get into until a couple years later, when she'd ultimately decided she didn't like being around people, not anymore.

That night in the hotel room, Sam came out of the bathroom mostly expecting Dean to be gone. But there he was, already laying facedown on the bed, ready to pass out.

"Dude I'm kind of impressed."

"What?" Dean muttered, then turned his head to look at him.

"Well I didn't think you'd be here tonight." Dean stared at him blankly, as if completely oblivious to what he was implying. "I thought you'd be in her room…with her. You didn't even try."

"We were just sharing war stories Sam, she's been on a few intense cases."

"Uh huh."

"Shut up." Dean laid his head back on the pillow, deliberately turning away from him. "I was thinking of asking her to tag along with us."

"Really?"

"Yeah well, she obviously knows how to research. She's done the grunt work…couldn't hurt to have some help."

"You've never wanted help, with anything. Ever."

"Why do you have to be so difficult about this?"

"Just admit that you think she's hot, so I know you're still my brother." Sam demanded.

Dean paused. "Fine she's hot, but that has nothing to do with it. I think dad wants us to watch out for her."

"Whatever you say man."