*Deans point of view*

4 YEARS AGO-Part 2

"I'm adopted. My actual mother died in a house fire when I was 6 months old. Brian's mother was my Aunt, and I am so blessed that she took me in as one of her own."

I glanced over at Sam to find him staring deep into Dallas' eyes. I tapped his knee hoping he would snap out of it, but he didn't. Dallas looked at me in puzzlement, "Is he alright?" I tapped his knee harder this time and successfully broke his gaze. "Yea, it's just that he can relate to your story." Sam got up and made his way towards the burgundy coloured door. I heard the door slam behind him, "I am so sorry." I started to remove myself from her couch when her hand rested on my leg.

"Will he be okay?" she looked at me with her round eyes. My eyes trailed off to her full lips as she began to speak. "I really didn't mean to hurt his feelings but I thought it would be useful information." She removed her hand once she finished what she had to say.
"He will be fine. You know, his nick name down at the station is 'Baby'." She laughed at the unprofessional joke. I watched as her fiery red hair escaped her yellow head band and fell onto her face. As her thick eyelashes caressed her pink cheeks and as a white smile grew across her face. "I think you should go check on your partner," she suggested with a smile on her face.
"I agree; I will be right back."

I exited the house and saw my brother sitting at the end of the curb tossing rocks. I rested on the curb next to him and handed him an oversized rock to chuck. "What if she's like me Dean? Half demon half human." He whispered through clenched teeth.

"Stop Sam, what if she isn't like you. What if her mother left the stove on and burnt the house down. We need to focus on the robbery and not the suspect's sister."

"Dean, can you stop thinking about yourself for once and focus on why Dad sent us here. Maybe he wanted us to meet Dallas." Sam let the gigantic rock slip between his fingers and got onto his feet.

"Don't make me look like the bad guy here Sammy. This whole trip you have been acting like a total baby!" I got up and was two inches from his face. "I have been patient and I have tried not to tick you off but it seems as if everything I say to you is immature and dim-witted!" I was pointing my finger at his face at this point.

"Dean, don't start this now-"'Start what now! You have been acting like a childish boy who just lost their balloon." My voice began to crack because of all the shouting.

"How about a boy who lost their mother?" Sam stood tall and confident and watched those truthful words pierce my heart. I know the pain of losing a mother and I sure as hell didn't want to lose any one else in my family. I turned around and went back into Dallas' house. "Dallas? I want to thank you for your cooperation and- Dallas?" She was nowhere in sight. "Dallas?" I heard pots and pans collide with each other in –what I'm guessing was- the kitchen. I followed the loud noises and stopped at a doorway that was very narrow and long. Ha, that's what she said. Cut it out Dean!

I went through the limited door way to discover Dallas walking around the kitchen with a tray full of cookies in her hand. She noticed my presence in the door way and placed the cookies one by one on a circular plate. "Cookies?" she lifted up the plate of cookies and extended it forward. "Sure," I moved closer to her and snatched a cookie. I took a bite out of the warm treat. I could feel the chocolate chips melting in my mouth as the dough made its way down my throat. "This is fantastic," I said with a mouth full of cookie.

She laughed, placed the plate on the table and took a cookie for herself. "Milk?" she offered with a hand over her mouth, hinting that her mouth was full as well. "Love some," she went into the fridge and brought out a milk carton and began to pour milk into two small glass cups.

Her kitchen was beautiful. Every appliance was black and shiny and well over expensive. Her cabinets and counters were also topped with black marble. Dallas handed me a glass and took a seat at the island in the middle of the kitchen. I looked back at the door to hopefully see my brother at the door way with a wide grin on his face; nothing. I sat down next to her and indulged myself in homemade cookies.

"You guys aren't really detectives." My head snapped in her direction. "Of course we are," I swallowed what was left of my cookie and got to my feet. She gave me a brainy stare and also got to her feet. "If you guys are detectives, then why are you in here having cookies and milk with me when your partner is outside 'having a breather.'" Her lashes beaded twice before I twisted my body around and made my way towards the door.

"Why are you really here?" she called out from the kitchen. I could hear her footsteps getting louder. I continued walking, "You might think we are crazy," my hand was on the door knob when her footsteps stopped, "I doubt that." I turned around to find her standing two feet from me with her hands on her hips.

I let out a breath and closed the space between us with two steps. I grabbed her forearm and brought her to the couch. "My partner is really my brother, Sam and I'm Dean." I let go of her arm as she fell onto the couch. "We got an article from our source. The article was about the crime your brother committed. We think it may have something to do with the supernatural," I watched as her expression went from elegant to confusion.

"Like ghosts? You think a ghost robbed the bank instead of my brother?" she sat up and leaned closer to me. "No ghosts. Demons." Her eyes widened and trailed off somewhere beyond me. "I know it may sound crazy but that's what we do. We hunt the supernatural, in this case; demons." She got to her feet and placed her hands on her hips, "I want to help." I laughed at the weak attempt, "What's so funny," she poked my chest with one of her fingers.