After a while, Sarah began to recognise why she hadn't got along with Dean very well in the first place - it was because they were too alike to be good for anyone. For instance, they both loved their food.

"Hey, was that a diner back there?" Dean asked the car in general as they drove to a town apparently troubled by a witch. The brothers tended to call Sarah in for those nowadays, after that first time.

"Dean, why are you always thinking with your stomach?" Sam grumbled.

"Turn around," Sarah demanded so suddenly that Dean did a very dangerous u-turn the moment she said it.

"What? Did you see something?" Sam asked her urgently.

"Yeah," she replied, tone considerably more relaxed. "Dean was right - there's a diner back there and I am starving."

Sam turned to stare at her incredulously. She shrugged and turned to look out the window. Dean just laughed. And laughed and laughed and laughed; all the way to the diner door. When Sarah ordered a steak burger and fries, a giant cookie and a slice of apple pie with extra cream on the side, he started up all over again.

"My kinda woman," he said when his companions turned to look at him for explanation.

Sarah glanced down at Dean's plate. "I like a man with an appetite." She then proceeded to grin at both brothers with a mouth full of food, rather unattractively. Dean chuckled once more before tucking into his own food.

Sam shook his head with a disgusted look on his face. "I hope you two are happy together..."


Another thing that struck Sarah as familiar was Dean's frequent culture references. She became rather annoyed at herself for enjoying them, too. In the end, she gave up trying not to laugh...

Jumping in the Impala one time, with the intention to drive to another investigation lead, Dean decided it was an appropriate time to wind Sarah up. By now she was used to it, though, so she didn't get so easily riled up by it - instead deciding to throw his own humour back at him.

"So, uh, that guy in there seemed pretty taken with you...?" Dean began.

"You're treading on dangerous ground here, Dean," Sam warned amusedly.

"Oh, it's ok Sam - I really didn't notice but I wouldn't be at all surprised if he was taken with me," she grinned and flourished a hand over her body. "I mean, look at me."

"You're very self-assured," Dean paused. "I like that."

Sarah rolled her eyes. "After all this time, you're still trying to hit on me? How many times does a girl have to say no to you?"

"Oh sweetheart, girls never say no to me."

Sarah chuckled slightly and kicked the back of his chair. "Shut up and drive, Short-Round."

"Okey dokey, Dr Jones," he leaned forward to start the engine then stopped and turned back to Sarah. "Hey, wait a minute, why do you get to be Harrison Ford?"

Sarah leant forward and grabbed his chin. "Because, darling, I am so much better looking than you." Then she placed a kiss on his cheek and removed her hand from his chin to pat his shoulder with it. "Drive, slick."

"Did you hear that?" Dean asked Sam indignantly. "Did you here what that girl just said to me?"

It was at this point that both Dean and Sarah noticed Sam laughing. A lot.

"Oh yeah, I heard," he turned to Sarah. "Lady, you can stay."

Sarah grinned. "Sammy! I am touched, thank you!" She leaned forward once more and wrapped her arms around his neck from behind, planting a kiss on his cheek as well. "Do you know what? You're my new favourite person," she declared. Then, sending a wink Dean's way, she sat back again.

"You are so full of it..." Dean grumbled, starting the engine and shaking his head.

"You love me, really."