All together we end up bowling a 267 out of 300. We walk out of the bowling alley.

"SHOTGUN!" I scream at the top of my lungs, and race Sam to the car. As he passes me, I jump on his back, and he grabs me.

"Mush!" I say, pointing towards the Impala. He chuckles, but gives me a piggyback ride to the car. I smile. When we get to the door, he lets me sit shotgun, and I smile as Dean chuckles.

"You guys are weird." he says. I smile slightly.

"Good. Dean, don't you understand? I wanna live in a world where normal is considered an insult." I reply. He chuckles as he shuts his door.

"Hey, you were pretty awesome in there." Sam says.

"Yeah, where'd you learn to bowl like that?" Dean asks. I smile, and lean back, and put my hands behind my head, relaxing.

"Ya either got it or you don't." I reply, sighing triumphantly. Sam and Dean chuckle, and I smile. What an amazing, great day!

****

We drive to a food market. Sam wants to buy something to be able to make burgers tonight, and then cake. Of course he is gonna buy a piece of pie for Dean, though.

I sit in the car as I watch Sam walk through the doors. I hear a song playing on the radio, so I turn up "Dust in the Wind" by Kansas. I close my eyes, lean against the seat, and sing along.

I close my eyes. Only for a moment, and the moment's gone. All my dreams, pass before my eyes, a curiosity.

Dust in the wind. All we are is dust in the wind.

DEAN'S POV

She sings along, and I am amazed at how awesome she is. She has her eyes closed, and I smile. She's so good! I watch her as she sings. Sam starts to come back towards the car, and I shush him as he does.

Once he gets in, Rachel doesn't notice because the music is loud.

"Dont hang on. Nothing lasts forever but the Earth and sky. It slips away, and all your money won't another minute buy."

Sam's eyes go wide, and I smile. I nod, and he does too. The song ends, and she opens her eyes.

"Sorry." She says.

"No, don't be sorry." I reply.

"I just...sometimes I get lost in the music." She says.

"Nice job." Sam says behind her. She squeals and jumps.

"Jesus Sam! Don't do that to me!" She says. I chuckle.

"Sorry, forgot to tell you he got in." I say. She nods.

****

We get back to the bunker, and Rachel, Sam and I are talking about us bowling.

"What?! Sam, Dean, I love you guys, but you both SUCK at bowling." She says, as we walk towards the kitchen.

"You've got to be kidding me! At least I did better than Dean!" Sam replies.

"Hey, shut it." I say with mock anger. He chuckles. Rachel smiles at me, but soon her smile fades, and I don't think she realizes I am seeing her smile go away. She walks to her room, and Sam looks at me, then chases after her.

SAM'S POV

She slams her door shut, and I open it back up.

****

After she has a panic attack, she hides under the covers.

"Rach…" I trail off. She apologizes. I pull the covers off of her, and she covers her red, tear filled eyes.

"Rach, it's okay." I say. She sniffles and shakes her head. I get an idea. "Rachel," I sing. "it's hard to keep your arms up when somebody's tickling you!" She shakes her head, and her arms remain over her head.

"Okay, you pay the price!" I say, before tickling her sides. She screams with laughter, and her arms shoot down to her sides, but I'm not letting up. I tickle her harder, and she tries to squirm away, but I don't let her.

"SAHAHAHAMMY! C-CUHUHUT IT OUT!" she shouts. Dean walks by the door, and stares.

"DEHEHEHEHEHEAN! MAKE HIM STHAHAHAHAHAHAP!" she shouts. He shakes his head, and keeps walking. After another 2 minutes, I stop, and she lies on the bed catching her breath and giggling.

"Never...again." she says. I smirk. We walk back out of the room.

RACHEL'S POV

I see Dean drinking a beer, and stop dead in my tracks, filled with fear. It's weird, I know, but I have a phobia of alcohol because the only time my dad beat me was when he was drunk. i know it's really stupid, because Sam and Dean would never hurt me, EVER, but I can't seem to get it out of my head. When I see alcohol, I always connect it to my father. He looks at me.

"You okay?" He asks. I nod.

"I-uh-yeah." I say nervously. He eyes me.

"You look like you saw a ghost." He says. I nod slowly.

"Um...s-sorry." I say. I walk and sit down next to him. Why am I scared? He puts his hand on mine, and I freeze.

"Rach? What's wrong?" Sam asks. I sigh.

"It's stupid." I say. He shakes his head and tells me to speak. I nod.

"My dad only hurt me when he was drunk." I say. Dean sighs. "I know it's really dumb and I feel stupid even saying it but-"

"It's not stupid. We just need you to know that neither of us are gonna hurt you, Rach. It's okay. We are very responsible, and you'll be okay. I swear." Sam says. I nod.

"Sorry." I say.

"No, don't be sorry." Dean says. I nod, and rest my head on his shoulder.

"Oh, Sam, Dean?" I say.

"What?" They say in unison.

"I really did kick both your asses, didn't I?" I ask, wanting to lighten the mood.

"What?! No!" Dean says defensively. I giggle.

"You guys were AWFUL." I say. They smile slightly, and I smile proudly.