Title: The Boys Went Down to Georgia

Author: Razorbackgal0225

Rating: PG-13--A little language, but that's all

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, cars or situations from Supernatural, but I sure wish I did. Anything you don't recognize is mine.

Author's Note: This chapter is a little short, but it sets up more action in later chapters. And there's a little eye candy enjoyance!Thanks to my reviewers, you don't know how happy you've made me!
Sam could hear Katie talking softly as he walked down the stairs. It sounded as if she were on the phone. He waited quietly on the landing to determine if he should interrupt or head back to the guest room.

"Alright, Manda, let me know if you get an earlier flight. I will. I love you too, bye," Katie hung up the phone from talking to her sister. She had told Amanda everything that had happened, including her decision to involve Sam and Dean again. Her sister had been angry at first, so much so that her husband had taken the phone away from her to talk to Katie. Alex had been surprisingly understanding of the whole situation, especially the otherworldly aspect of the story. When Katie had shared all the information she had, Alex had agreed she had made the right call finding the two men to help her. This filled Katie with relief. She had been terrified that her fear and uncertainly had caused her to place too much trust in the comparative strangers and having her brother-in-law's support was nice to hear.

Amanda had finally returned to the phone, telling Katie that she would be checking with the airline to try and book an earlier return flight than the one they currently hard. Amanda and Alex were supposed to be back in Atlanta late Sunday night, but were trying to find tickets for a day earlier. Katie understood her sister's reaction and hoped they found an earlier flight.

Sam heard Katie hang up the phone in the kitchen and finished coming down the stairs. He saw her leaning over the island. Her elbows were propped up on the counter and her face was hidden in her hands. Sam realized how calmly she had taken everything that had happened in the last two days and wondered if that hadn't been an act and if she was to crack. He wouldn't blame her a bit if she did; the things he and Dean saw on a daily basis would drive a normal person insane. Before he could slowly back out of the room, to leave her in peace, she shook her head, and straightened herself. She turned and spotted him.

"Hey," she greeted him softly.

"Hey," he answered.

"Is everything alright, do you need anything?" she asked, remembering she needed to be a good Southern hostess.

Sam nodded quickly. "Everything's fine. I was going to hop in the shower, I wanted to make sure that was okay."

Katie smiled. "Oh, sure! I'm sorry, I should have gotten you a towel and everything. I'll get that stuff for you." She headed up the stairs. "I need to get sheets and a blanket for Dean, too." She sighed loudly as Sam followed her. "I think these last couple of days are starting to get to me, I'm forgetting what I'm supposed to be doing." She reached the top of the stairs and went to the linen closet next the guest bathroom. As she opened the door, Sam put a reassuring hand on her arm.

"Hey, you're doing great. Most people would have completely lost it when they saw that picture," Sam said. He smiled at her. "I think you're handling this whole situation remarkably well."

Katie let out a breath so hard she almost snorted. "Thanks. So, ya'll see this type of thing a lot?" she asked as she took towels and a set of sheets off one of the shelves. "I mean, is that what ya'll do for a living?" She had a strong suspicion that if she wanted any information about the boys' past or their 'jobs' that she would have to get it from Sam. Dean didn't seem like the sharing type.

Sam leaned one shoulder against the wall and folded his arms across his chest. "I guess you could say that. We kind of…inherited the business from our dad. He hunted demons, ghosts, whatever he could find."

Katie shut the door to the closet and faced Sam. She had caught that he had referred to his father in past tense, so her next question was more of a statement. "Your dad passed away?" The expression of sorrow that came over Sam's face was enough to make her wish her words back. "I'm sorry, I'm being nosey and it's none of my business." She walked by Sam into the guest bathroom, sitting the towels on the sink counter.

"It's okay," Sam answered, his voice a little tighter than before. "He died a couple of months ago. It's just been Dean and me since then. And I don't mind you asking questions."

She smiled at him sadly as she started to walk out of the room. She couldn't imagine losing a parent and was thankful she had never had to experience that. Both of her parents were such an important part of her life, not having them around was something she couldn't even fathom. She guessed, since he hadn't mentioned his mother, that she had died as well. She decided she had delved into the boys' personal lives enough for one night. "I'm sorry about your dad," she said as she left the bathroom.

"Thanks," Sam replied, as she shut the door. Katie heard the shower start as she checked on Lilly, before going back down stairs. Carting the sheets with her, she wandered into the living room, where Dean was planning on sleeping. And she almost dropped what she was carrying.

Katie didn't consider herself a prude by any means, but she was a little shocked to walk into her living room and see a shirtless man standing next to her sofa. Her first thought was to check and make sure the blinds were closed. There was no doubt the rumor mill would be on high alert if anyone spotted Dean, sans half his clothing, in her house. Once she saw, to her relief, that the blinds were shut, she allowed herself to stand back and gaze wistfully on the sight before her. Dean had his back turned to her and was rummaging through his duffle bag. She admired the play of his muscles under his smooth, tan back as he reached into his bag, pulling out a t-shirt. He wasn't bulky, like some of the guys in town that lifted weights every day just to get a little bigger. Instead, his body was toned, the result of on-the-job training, she guessed. Chasing after demons had to be hard work. As Katie continued to stare, she shifted her weight slightly to get more comfortable. Unfortunately, this move caused her elbow to catch on a book lying on a shelf next to her. Which knocked the book off the shelf. Which crashed to the floor with a loud noise. Which caused Dean to turn quickly and catch her gawking.

Katie felt the blush spread from her neck up to the crown of her head. She tried to pretend she had only been in the doorway for a moment. At least, that's what she hoped he believed. "I brought down some sheets for you."

"Thanks," he said, turning to face her. She knew she was blushing even brighter now that she was faced with his bare chest. She focused her attention on an interesting spot on the wall to his right and willed her heart rate to slow down. "You didn't have to do that," he commented. "The couch by itself would have been fine."

"Don't be ridiculous!" she exclaimed as she starting removing the cushions on the couch to get to the foldout bed. "That's why I got this couch, so that I would always have plenty of room for company." Working quickly to take her mind off her embarrassment, she unfolded the sheets and starting making the bed. Oh, please don't let him have noticed me staring, she thought to herself. And please don't let him be looking at me when I look up. Unfortunately, he was.

Dean couldn't help but be a little proud. He had caught Katie full on ogling him. And while this happened occasionally, more since his brother had started traveling with him, damn it, it had been a long time since a girl had blushed in front of him. He found it charming and refreshing. Most of the girls he became 'involved' with would not have been even close to embarrassed by this situation. Yet another checkmark in the 'She's Not That Kind of Girl' column that he had started the day before. But, being Dean, he couldn't help but have a little fun.

Katie was startled when Dean began to help her with the fitted sheet she was wrestling on the mattress. When she glanced up to thank him, she was greeted with a still naked upper body and a smug grin. She knew she had been caught, so she decided to make the best of it.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" she asked, her voice slightly sarcastic.

"A little bit," he replied, the smug grin changing into a full-blown smile. Katie couldn't help but smile back.

"I guess I deserve it," she admitted as she grabbed the second sheet and unfolded it. "I was pretty rough on ya'll yesterday."

Dean chuckled softly. "A little rough?" he said. "I've had nicer run-ins with hateful spirits."

Katie rolled her eyes and replied, "Oh, whatever. You have to admit, you would have been suspicious too, if you found out a couple of random guys had lied to you about being private investigators. And on top of that said they were hunting a ghost." She finished smoothing out the sheets and turned to grab the pillows she had brought down earlier.

Dean slipped on a t-shirt, finally removing Katie's main distraction from the conversation. She didn't know whether to be relieved or remorseful. "Not if they would have been as ruggedly handsome as me," he countered, throwing her that lady-killer grin again.

She laughed aloud as she placed the pillows on the now-made bed. "You should see someone about that self-esteem problem, you know. That could become debilitating."

"I know," he answered. "It's my one flaw."

"Well, Mr. Practically Perfect in Everyway, I have to warn you. Lilly will come bounding down here at approximately eight in the morning, so you'd better be prepared to watch Saturday morning shows," Katie said as she headed out of the living room. "I hope you didn't want to sleep in that late." She turned before disappearing into the other room. "I really am sorry about yelling at you yesterday."

"No problem," Dean answered. "You can make it up to me with waffles in the morning."

"Oh, good Lord, what have I gotten myself into?" Katie muttered as she walked up the stairs.