Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the characters of Dean and Sam (pouts). I do own the character of Aidan though.

Dean was stretched out on one of the beds when I came in with the food. He was watching some documentary on TV.

"Where were you?" He asked not breaking his view from the TV.

"Talking with Sam." I tossed Dean his wallet then started to pull out what I had bought.

"About what?" Dean stuffed his wallet into the back of his jeans. He started to investigate what I had bought. I shrugged my shoulders and averted my eyes. I couldn't look him in the eye and lie.

"Nothing much." Dean stopped what he was doing to look at me.

"What aren't you telling me." I squinted my eyes and puckered out my lips. God why did he have to know me so well.

"I'm telling you everything." I had to turn my back to him. I was not going to tell him Sam's secret. I just wasn't.

"Aidan Rose." He warned. I winced at the sound of my middle name. He only used that with me when he was trying to be stern. I literally bit my tongue to stay quiet. I had to get his mind off it.

"Fight me." I said spinning around.

"I'm not going to fight you." Dean walked away from me.

"Come on. Fight me." I started to slap at his arms, which he effortlessly blocked. I moved to his face.

"Knock it off." Dean scolded. I just started to hit him harder. Dean grabbed both my arms and locked them behind my back. He pinned me against the wall. "Tell me what you and Sam talked about."

"Uncle!" I cried out. "I call uncle." It was a rule whenever he practiced fighting with each other. If we were causing you pain, you could cry uncle and whoever was causing the pain had to let you go. Dean loosened his grip to allow me to practice my escape. I did it smoothly. I shook off the brief pain just as Sam walked in the door. He looked between the two of us.

"What were you and Aidan talking about?" Dean tried with Sam. He hated to be left out of the loop.

"Nothing." Sam shrugged. "Just talking." Dean murmured something about how secrets don't make friends.

The next morning Dean got a call from Cassie saying that some guy named Jimmy was dead. Apparently he died the same way as her dad and that other guy. Dean came back an hour or so later.

"Get ready. Were going to talk to some of Jimmy's friends." Dean ordered pulling out his suit.

"As what?" I asked wondering what to put on.

"Insurance company." He answered trying to shake out some of the wrinkles. I snatched the suit from his hand and threw it over my shoulder so I could have free hands while I pulled down the ironing board that the motel supplied.

"She's fearless, I can say that for her." Sam said pulling out his suit that was neatly folded and in one of those suit bags that you get from the dry cleaners.

"Cassie?" I inquired waiting for the iron to heat up. Sam nodded. Dean gave a half shrug. Sam went to the bathroom to change but continued to yell through the door.

"What's interesting is you guys never really look at each other at the same time. You look at her when she's not looking, she checks you out when you look away. It's just an interesting observation. In a, you know, observationally interesting way."

"I think we have bigger issues here." Dean yelled at Sam through the bathroom door.

"Hey, if I'm hitting a nerve." Sam opened the bathroom door ready to go.

"God knows your hitting one with me." I say as I finish up Dean's suit. I hand Dean his freshly ironed clothes so he could get ready.

"When I'm ready we leave." He walked into the bathroom to change.

With Sam on the road with us I went undercover less and less. Dean says it was because people wouldn't believe me as the people we pretended to be anyways. I told him that was stupid. Since the windows in the Impala were open I could hear Sam and Dean coming back from talking with Jimmy's friends.

"You might want to mention that other thing." I heard Sam say.

"What other thing?" Dean seemed to ask for the both of us. Well it was mostly for him since he didn't know I was eavesdropping.

"That unfinished business." Sam dropped his voice so I didn't hear the rest. I gave a slight laugh though. Dean and Cassie would always have unfinished business. Dean got into the car and Sam quickly followed.

"They were a lot more involved then he's telling you." I told Sam. Dean shot me a glare, which I shrugged off. If I cried every time Dean glared at me, I would be crying all the time.

"Really?" Sam asked the both of us.

"A lot more involved." I answered for Dean. Sam took a sudden interest in what I had to say. He really wanted to know what happened with Dean and Cassie.

"Really how so?" Sam asked looking from me to Dean. He didn't care who answered him just as long as he got an answer.

"Listen, I told her the secret and I shouldn't have alright?" This conversation was exasperating Dean. I knew that he was never one to talk about emotions or anything along that line.

"Everyone has to open up to someone, sometime." Sam tried to explain to Dean. I nodded my head in agreement. Dean just shook his head as he started the car.

"Not me." He said. "It was stupid to get that close. Look how it ended." I frowned at Dean. Sam and I opened up all those old wounds for him. Wounds that took him months to get over. Sam just started at Dean in disbelief.

"You loved her." Sam huffed in realization. He looked back to me to clarify. I looked down sadly and nodded. Yup Dean loved Cassie, he really did. Dean looked away uncomfortable. He had yet to put the car into drive. "Go figure." Sam mumbled dropping the conversation.

"I have to go talk to Cassie." Dean finally put the car into drive and pulled away. He dropped us off at the motel before heading to Cassie's

I sat in the motel room bored. The only sound I heard was Sam typing at his computer. There was nothing on TV, I had read all my magazines and I wasn't in the mood to work out. I looked at the clock to see it was around 8. I looked at all the different designs and stains on the ceiling. I wondered quickly how those stains got there. I let out a long sigh.

"Sammy, I'm bored." I whined sitting up.

"Not my problem." He said not looking at me. I pouted slightly looking at him intently. "That doesn't work with me." I huffed crossing my arms. I got off the bed to grab my cell phone. No messages from Dean. He had dropped us off over three hours ago. I decided to call him. No answer. I scrunched my face in disgust when I thought about what he could be doing. I walked over to Sam.

"Come on Sammy, come out and play." I pulled at his sleeve slightly. He just pushed me away from him.

"Go away." I looked over his laptop to see what exactly he was doing. He was replying to emails that his friends from college sent him. Nothing interesting.

"Alright fine." I threw my hands in the air. "I will just to go the bar alone. Where all the guys can take advantage of me because my awesome big brother wont be there with me." I slowly backed my way to the door watching Sam's reaction. He rolled his eyes and shut his laptop.

"Let's go." He grumbled. I pounded my fist into the air. Pushing Sam out the door, I grinned in triumph.

I strutted over to Sam who was sitting at a table alone with a few bottle of beers in front of him. Granted most of them were mine but no one else knew that.

"Dude you look like a loser." I joked. "But on the bright side I just won $250!" I waved my money in front of Sam's face.

"How'd you do that?" Sam asked finishing off his latest beer.

"Pool." I simply said, stuffing my money into my pocket. "Poor sap never saw it coming." I gestured to the guy still pouting at the pool table as his buddies gave him a hard time.

"You and Dean couldn't be more alike." I smiled at him taking a drink from my bottle.

"Come on. Stop being a party pooper. Come play a game of darts with him." Sam just shook his head. "I promise I wont beat you too badly."

"Nah. I'm alright." Sam waved me off.

"Alright. I get it. Your just afraid of getting your ass kicked." I pretended to look around the bar for someone to play with.

"Your on." Sam got up from the table. "Snot."

"Ass." I called after him, following him to the darts.

Dean didn't come home all night. Sam didn't seem to worry about it, so I didn't worry about it. I think we both had a pretty good idea where he was and what he was doing. Sam and I headed to a diner to get some breakfast. We found ourselves at a booth in the back near two old men.

"Did you hear about the mayor?" One asked the other. I leaned back a little to hear better.

"Heard he was killed early this morning. Hit and run or something." The other answered. I recognized the mayor's name from the story Cassie was telling us earlier and other things Sam and Dean had said about the case. Within seconds Sam had called Dean to tell him and Sam and I headed to where he was killed. While Sam talked to a cop, I wandered around the area where the Mayor was killed. Nothing unusual stuck out. It was almost as if nothing happened at all.

"He's with us." Sam told the cop as Dean walked up. The cop nodded and walked away.

"Dude! Where were you last night?" I asked when Dean came up beside me. Dean shrugged his shoulders.

"At Cassie's" He answered looking around. Sam smirked.

"You work things out?" He asked.

"HA! Those two will be working things out for the rest of their lives." I laughed.

"What happened?" Dean changed the subject and moved on to the case.

"Every bone crushed. Internal organs turned to pudding. The cops are all stumped, but it's almost like something ran him over." Sam responded.

"Like a truck." Dean stated. Both Sam and I nodded. "Any tracks?"

"Does there look like there are any tracks?" I motioned to the spotless road. Dean just rolled his eyes at me.

"Sorry I left you alone with her all night." He said to Sam. Sam smiled over at me.

"It wasn't so bad." I turned my attention back to Dean.

"How could you sleep with her?" Dean went to walk away but I stepped in front of him. "After everything." Dean went to side step me but I moved along with him.

"It's none of your business. Now get out of my way." When I didn't move, Dean picked me up and physically moved me off to the side. Sam and Dean continued to talk about Mayor Todd.

The game plan was for Dean to go back to Cassie while Sam and I tried to find anything that would help. Truth be told, I was bored with this case. I don't know if it was because of whom we were helping out or what it was. Yes I know that I should put my personal feelings aside but Cassie was just a bitch! Sam ended up telling Dean that I probably wouldn't be too good for help since I was hung over. Which I wasn't, not really, ok maybe a little. So I ended up going with Dean.

"So how much did you drink last night?" Dean asked on the way to Cassie's work.

"Like two. Sam is being over dramatic...again" I answered playing with the radio. Dean pushed my hand away.

"Do I have to recite the rules of the car?" He asked turning the music back.

"No sir." I mocked. Dean cringed at the word sir. I only said that to him to get under his skin.

"So are you ever going to tell me what you and Sam talked about?" Dean took a second to look at me before his eyes went back to the road.

"Are you ever going to tell me why you had sex with Cassie?" I shot back.

"Nope."

"Then there's your answer."

We arrived at the newsroom to see Cassie at her computer. Her and Dean immediately went to work. I sat in a car just off her desk playing a game on my phone. I ignored the conversation Dean had when Sam called him and everything he and Cassie talked about.

"Are we boring you with this ghost hunting stuff?" Dean snapped at me, breaking me out of my daze. Cassie had left to talk with another employee.

"Kind of." My attention quickly went back to my game of Tetris.

"What is with you and this case? You have done nothing to help." I ended my game and peered at Dean over my phone. I just shrugged. Dean ripped my phone from my hand. I didn't flinch.

"Are you done throwing your fit?" I asked with a smartass tone. Dean huffed throwing my phone at back me. "I just don't like the girl." Dean rolled his head back.

"You need to get passed that and start helping out." Dean said with a hushed tone as Cassie walked back into the room.

"I have to go check some things out with Sam but Aidan is going to stay with you and help keep you safe." Dean took Cassie by the shoulders.

"Aidan's going to do what?" I asked shocked by what I just heard. I shot out of my chair.

"You're going to stay with her and help her out." Dean didn't tell me that, he demanded it. I scowled at him before rolling my eyes.
"This is bull shit." I whispered under my breath, slouching back down in the chair. Dean left leaving me alone with Cassie for the first time, ever. Awkward much. She had a habit of clearing her throat when she felt uncomfortable I noticed. I tried to ignore it by picking at my nail polish. She did it again.

"Will you stop!" I snapped.

"Still a little bitch I see." She whispered, thinking I didn't hear her.

"Listen you don't like me and God knows that I hate you. Let's just move on to survive the rest of the night." I restarted my game of Tetris.

"Why do you hate me?" Cassie dared to ask. I gave her a bitter laugh wondering where to start. I stood up folding my hands together.

"I won't name all the reason's, just the main one." I started to pace in front of her. "You broke my brother's heart."

"I did it because…" I interrupted her.

"I don't care why you did it. All I care about is the fact you did it." I leaned down in front of her. "He trusted you. He told you everything" Cassie sat back in her chair.

"I thought he wanted to walk away. I thought he was making up excuses. I thought he was lying." Cassie looked like she was going to cry. I look away from her.

"So he made up an excuse about hunting the supernatural?" I looked at her like she was the kid in the corner of a classroom with the dunce hat on. "Do you have any idea how dumb that sounds."

"Do you have any idea how it sounds when your boyfriend tells you he hunts ghosts?" Cassie stood up and walked over to me. She was about the same height as me. We easily made eye contact. "I thought he was dangerous. I had to protect myself." I stepped back to keep from hitting her.

"You have no idea how much you hurt him." I said with a low steady tone.

"I have a good idea now." She walked back around to her desk.

"You hurt him that bad again, your ass is mine." I threatened her through clenched teeth. Cassie looked at me and nodded.

Did you know that it is possible to go two hours without saying a word to someone? I did, from experience. Cassie and I went back to her place after she left work. I sat on the couch while Cassie puttered around her house. My mind wandered everywhere in that two hours. For example was that guy I hustled out of $250 still pouting and I wondered if anyone noticed the dirty message I wrote on the girls bathroom stall in that bar in Ohio. Cassie walked back to the living room. The lights started to flicker. I heard the roar of a car outside. That was definitely not the Impala. Headlights blinded us. Cassie and I started to close all the blinds. Windows started to open and close. Papers flew around the room.

"Get down!" I yelled to her. She looked at me completely terrified. "Just stay down." She slid down the wall hugging her legs close to her body. I slid down next to her while I pulled out my phone.
"We have a problem."

I walked outside to get some air once Dean and Sam got to the house. In all my years of hunting I still got freaked whenever something supernatural happened. It was something I would probably never get used to. I could handle myself during it but after it was all said and done, I just needed to be alone. Sam joined me about 10 minutes later.

"My life was so simple. Just school. Exams. Papers on polycentric cultural norms." Sam laughed to himself.

"Polycentric cultural what?" Sam laughed leaning against the Impala.

"So I guess we saved you from a boring existence." Said Dean joining the conversation.

"I miss boring sometimes." Sam looked like he was lost in thought. Dean noticed this and quickly changed the topic.
"So this killer truck." I smiled thinking about how that sounded. I waited for Sam to say something.
"I miss conversations that don't start with, this killer truck." There it was.

"No you don't Sammy." I joked waiting for Dean to tell us what we were about to do. He explained that the spirit awakened from the construction or deconstruction from his house and that he was probably out for blood. We had to bring up the body from the swamp. Cassie joined us outside.

"So what now?" She asked wrapping her arms around herself. Dean walked over to her.

"Well, you stay put, and look after your mom. And we'll be back. Don't leave the house." He told her.

"I hate when you go all authoritative on me." She said to him sternly.

"Don't leave the house please?" He asked her more politely. She answered him by leaning in for a kiss. I pretended to start gagging. Sam laughed clearing his throat. Dean motioned for us to give him a minute.

"Dean! We need to get this over with!" I yelled breaking him away from his kiss.

"Let's go." We piled into the Impala and headed to the swamp.

"I can't believe he stole a dredge." I mumbled as Dean started to pull up the truck from the swamp.
"A little more. That's it. Just a little more." Sam instructed. Dean finally pulled the entire thing out of the water.

"Sweet." I said totally impressed.

"Hell yeah." Dean said jumping out.

"I can see what she sees in you now." Dean rolled his eyes at Sam and started to inspect the truck. "Admit your still in love."

"Can we focus?" I pointed to the truck. I walked over to the Impala and waited for Dean to pop open his trunk. I grabbed the gas and flashlights. Dean opened the driver's side door. A wave nausea hit me when I saw the dead body. I hate dead bodies.

"Ok let's do this." Sam helped Dean move the body to the ground. Sam poured the salt then I poured the gas. Dean lit a match and threw it on the body. We watched the body burn.

"So is that it?" I asked watching the flames. The truck came to life behind us.

"Guess not." Dean said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"What the hell are we suppose to do now?" I asked as Dean started to dig through the trunk.

"Burn the truck." Dean started to walk around the Impala.

"You can't burn a truck Dean! Where the hell are you going?" Sam stood in the middle not sure where to go.

"Sure you can. You just need to believe. I'm going for a drive." Dean answered throwing me a bag full of whatever.

"Dean!" I yelled out after him but it was too late. He was already gone. I turned to Sam completely stunned. "What now?" I asked him hoping he would have a better plan then Dean. My answer was a shrug. Brothers are so useless. Sam looked through Dad's journal while I looked at what Dean threw me. Lighters, gas, salt, weapons. I threw the bag aside.

"You can't burn a truck Dean!" I yelled scaring Sam. "Have anything?" I asked scratching the back of my neck.

"Nothing." Sam tucked away Dad's journal.

"Alright so what's this story again." I tried to think of a plan.

"You know if you spent more time concentrating on the case and less time on your personal feelings maybe you would know." Sam snapped at me.

"Ok we have no time to fight about this. Our brother is out there with a killer truck on his ass and we need to figure out a way to kill it." I yelled back at him.

"I'm calling Cassie." Sam dug through his pockets.

"Why?" I asked wondering how she could help.

"I have an idea."

I squatted near the swamp biting my nails nervously while Sam called Dean with the direction that Cassie had just given him. I slowly started to stand as Sam got to the end of his directions.

"Huh, that thought never occurred me." I sighed knowing that Dean had just asked him what would have happened if he was wrong. Sam hung up.

"Is he alright?" I asked when Sam came over me.

"Yeah just a little mad." I grinned.

"Thank God."

We met Cassie by the dock the next morning. Sam sat in the drivers seat and I sat in the back. I kind of wanted to hear what was going on outside. I decided it was none of my business because it probably piss me off anyways.

"You always going to hate her?" Sam asked looking at me through the rearview mirror. I looked out the window to see Dean and Cassie kissing.

"I don't know." I answered as honestly as I could.

"Do you really hate her because she broke Dean's heart or is it because she takes his attention away from you?" I cocked my head at him. I didn't answer him because he already knew the real answer. "He needs a life of his own too." Sam turned so he could face me. I looked down at my hands.

"I know. I just want him to find someone that treats him good." Dean got in the car before Sam could answer. We drove in silence for a while.

"I like her." Sam broke the silence.

"Yeah." Dean stared out the window. I leaned my head against the window.

"You meet someone like her, ever make you wonder if it's worth it? Putting everything else on hold, doing what we do?" Dean grabbed his sunglasses and put them on.

"Wake me up when it's my turn to drive." Classic Dean, always avoiding the heart to heart.

"Hey Dean." I said before he could fall asleep.

"Yeah."

"If you and Cassie ever wanted to start something real. I guess I would be alright with it." Sam gave me a proud smile.

"Thanks for your permission." Dean replied sarcastically.

"No problem." I ruffled his hair before settling into the backseat.

A/N: Longest chapter I have ever written! I just didn't know where to end it. Next chapter: Look forward to some big brother saves the day action.