We spent the rest of the day lounging around, watching tv, and talking. I was surprised by how easy it was for us to connect and talk with each other. As it turned out we had a lot in common. They traveled around the country while I just kinda bounced around from place to place taking whatever job I could. Currently, I was a waitress at a small Diner in Kansas. Neither of us had very much family or friends around. No one mentioned my previous breakdown or anything about "hunting" which I was extremely grateful for.

I eventually fell into a restless sleep while Sam and Dean watched some cowboy movie.

He was back. He had found me. I was back in my apartment, alone, just getting out of the shower after a long day at work. I wiped the steam from the mirror and there he was. My heart stopped and I just about jumped out of my skin, jolting me awake. My eyes sprung open and I worked hard to catch my breath. Sam was on the couch opposite of me staring at me with a worried expression.

"Are you ok?" He asked, alarmed.

"Yeah, yeah… I'm fine. Just forgot where I was." I lied.

He nodded his head obviously not believing me but thankfully, he didn't say anything else. I concentrated on steadying my breath and gazed out the window, noticing that the sun had gone down.

"What time is it?" I asked Sam.

"About seven, you slept for a good three hours. Probably needed it. How ya feeling?"

"Still pretty dizzy." I replied. "And my shoulder is throbbing."

"I'll see what we have for pain." Sam said, getting up off the couch and disappearing into the kitchen.

I laid my head back down and half watched whatever was on the tv. Suddenly the front door slammed open and a tall man with a scruffy beard, an old ball cap, and a dirty flannel shirt walked in. He was carrying a big paper bag in one hand, and had a rifle in the other. There was an old brown duffle bag thrown over his shoulder. He looked right at me and I froze.

"Who the hell are you?" He demanded.

I willed my brain to say something but I couldn't speak. I couldn't move. If this man was here to hurt me, I was a sitting duck.

"Scream!" I thought to myself, "do something!" but nothing came out.

"Hello!" He said. He slowly took a step towards me. "Sam! Dean!" He yelled. He set the bag down on the table, dropped his duffle but held on to his rifle. "You gonna say anything?" He asked, making another step towards me.

I couldn't breathe. What was wrong with me? Why wasn't my body listening to me? Finally, Sam returned, carrying a glass of water and a couple pills.

"Bobby!" He exclaimed with a big grin on his face.

"Who the hell is this?" Bobby said, pointing his rifle at me.

Sam took in my shaken form and the grin instantly dropped from his face.

"Put the gun down Bobby. This is Brittany. The shapeshifter victim Dean and I found."

"Huh?" Bobby said, obviously confused.

"From the last hunt, didn't Dean… Dammit, he was supposed to call you." Sam said, he placed the medicine and water on the coffee table and ran his hand through his hair.

Bobby relaxed and finally put the gun down. "Sorry" he said, "can't trust anyone when you do what we do. I'm Bobby" he said with as slight smile.

I continued to just stare at him. My brain told me that he wouldn't hurt me and I was safe but my body wouldn't listen. I tried to take a breath, but nothing happened. Sam's face suddenly appeared in front of mine.

"Brittany." He said in a quiet voice. "You're ok. This is our uncle. He's not gonna hurt you."

I forced myself to focus on Sam's eyes. He gave me a small smile.

"Breathe" he said. He slowed his breathing for me to mimic. I let out a shaky breath.

"Good." He said.

I continued to breathe with him until I felt myself calm down. A tear slid down my cheek which I wiped away quickly, embarrassed. Sam handed me the glass of water and I slowly took a sip. He then handed me the medicine.

"You're ok." He said with a smile.

I nodded. "Thanks." I mumbled.

"Hungry?" He asked.

I nodded again. He stood up and slowly helped me get to my feet and led me to the kitchen. Bobby was sitting at the table talking to Dean who was in the kitchen pulling food out of the paper bag Bobby had brought in. I hadn't even noticed Bobby leave the living room. They both stopped talking when I came in. Sam helped me down on one of the chairs and Bobby smiled at me.

"Hey" he said.

"Hi" I responded.

"Sorry about-"

"It's ok!" I cut him off. He smiled.

"Beer?" Dean asked from the kitchen.

"Yes, please!" Bobby and I said in unison.

Dean grabbed two beers from the fridge and set them in front on us. He gave me a wink and went back in the kitchen with Sam to finish getting dinner ready. I sipped on my beer and watched them dance around the kitchen. They were really affectionate to each other for brothers. Dean put his arm around Sam's waist for a second while reaching over and grabbing something on the counter. Sam had his hand on Dean's shoulder for a moment while reaching up to grab plates out of the cabinet. They looked at each other like they were the only ones in the room. They were adorable. They were brothers though.

"Weird huh?" Bobby asked, interrupting my thoughts.

"I thought they were brothers." I said quietly.

"They are. They're also lovers." He said with a joking tone.

An oven mitt came flying across the room and hit Bobby in the head. I turned and saw Dean laughing.

"You're just jealous." Dean said.

"So you guys…" I started. "You're gay?" I was really confused.

"Not really." Sam replied, setting a plate of food in front of me. "I've always identified as bi but Dean's straight. With the kind of life we live its next to impossible to have any sort of relationship with anyone. And with all the crap Dean and I have been through together, well, we're the only ones that really understand each other."

"It started with a drunken night." Dean said. He placed his plate on the table and sat down across from me. "Sam and I were at a bar, had way too many drinks, and ended up in bed together. We woke up mortified. Didn't talk about it for over a month."

"Eventually I broke down." Sam said. "Came out to Dean. Told him I was bi and I was in love with him as more than just a brother. I thought he would be completely freaked out and leave my ass. Turned out he felt the same about me but was too freaked out to do anything." He smiled and grabbed Dean's hand. Dean rolled his eyes but squeezed his hand back.

"Yeah, I don't know." Dean said. "It just works with us. I've never been attracted to another guy though. Sam's the only one."

I looked at Bobby who was shaking his head.

"You don't approve?" I asked.

"I didn't to begin with." He admitted. "I thought they were both nuts when they first told me. But they're right. It just works with them." Dean gave him a big grin.

"Still weird." Bobby mumbled.

I laughed. "Sorry I'm asking so many questions" I said, taking another sip of my beer.

"No problem!" Sam said with a smile.