Disclaimer: I don't own anyone but Loryn.

"So what...are you two together or something?"

"What makes you think that?"

"Don't think I heard your loud cries coming from the bedroom when I came in with lunch. Seriously? And did you have to be so loud? Geez."

"I think Sammy's jealous Dean. Now if I had another sister to spare just maybe Sam would have someone to fuck as well." Dean chuckled as Sam almost spat out the pie he took in his mouth. "But I do have my best friend. But I really don't think you're her type."

"Oh yeah? How old is she? What's she like?" I could tell Sam was interested.

"She's my age. Though actually I'm a month and 2 weeks older then her."

"When's her birthday?"

"My my, someone is quite the nosy man. Should I tell him Dean or should I deprive him of the info?"

"Deprive him. He needs to beg for the information."

"I won't beg. It's just...personal curiosity."

"Yeah sure it is." Time passed and Dean and I laid in my bed completely exhausted and completely sticky. So we showered together to rid the stickiness but didn't bother with sex in the shower. We were way too exhausted from how much we had done in the one day. After the shower and changing the bed sheets Dean and I laid in the bed just listening to the soft music I had put on. It was my favorite country band Lady Antebellum's album Need You Now. At the moment it was If I Knew Then and it was one of my favorites. "What band is this again?" I smiled at Dean's question.

"Lady Antebellum. They're a country band. This is my favorite album of their's. Especially this song."

"A bit lovey ain't it?" I chuckled as Dean grazed his hand along my side.

"That's why I love country songs. All about love and truth."

"Well I hate to say this and I actually do mean this because I like the old Rock classics but this song is actually nice." I looked up at Dean and saw him smiling.

"What were you going to tell me earlier about you and Sam?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Try me." Dean sighed before speaking.

"Sam and I...we're hunters."

"Like hunt for deers type hunter or hunting for evil things hunter?"

"The second. Now you hate me right?"

"Not at all actually. My dad's sister's husband's side of the family are hunters like you and Sam."

"Really?"

"Yeah. And it helps that 2 of my cousins were Marines."

"So you really do believe in the supernatural. It wasn't that you were saying that just to make me happy?"

"Nope. I really do believe in the supernatural. And my family really does believe in ghosts. Well. Mainly my dad."

"How's that?"

"One word. Ancestry."

"Not following."

"My dad does our family's genealogy. He gets really riled up about it."

"Seriously? Wow."

"I know. But that's not the funny part."

"There's a funny part to ghosts?"

"When it comes to my family oh yeah. It started after my dad's mom died...um...about 2001-2002."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. In a way she's still with us. Seriously. And not in a vengeful way."

"How's that?"

"This is the funny part. My sister and I were watching tv in the living room and my dad was on the computer doing his genealogy stuff behind us. So we were in all in the same room. Mind you at that time of day my mom was at work. Anyways. We were all just sitting there doing our thing when all of a sudden the kettle went off. No one had even turned it on. We all looked at each other then smiled and laughed when my dad said it was grandma doing her thing of making tea. It was hilarious." Dean smiled as I chuckled.

"I bet it was. But the ghosts that Sam and I deal with are the vengeful ones. And we've dealt with some really bad ones." I sighed as I thought about Riley.

"Dean?"

"Yes?"

"Do you and Sam really think it was something supernatural that took my nephew?"

"We have reason to believe it may be a demon." Tears brimmed my eyes as I thought what may be happening to Riley. Dean looked down and saw the tears. "Hey. We will find your nephew. Ok?"

"Promise me he'll be ok Dean. Please."

"I promise. We'll find him and he will be perfectly fine. Ok?" I gave a small nod as I settled my head on Dean's bare chest. "Loryn?"

"Yes Dean?"

"I hate to ask but...in the past month has there been any cattle deaths, electrical storms and temperature fluctuations?"

"Not that I can remember. Though it was real cold for a few days just last week. It was colder then usual. Why do you ask?" Dean sat up as he rubbed his face. "Dean? What's wrong?" I asked as I sat up myself. I held the bed sheet to myself as Dean reached down for his boxer briefs.

"I'll be right back." He almost sounded angry. As Dean left the room I got up from the bed and went over to the dresser. I slipped on some black panties then my black nightgown. But just as I was about to get back in bed I was flung across the room by an invisible force. I cried out in pain as I impacted against my bookcase. Dean and Sam both ran in armed with what looked to be sawed off rifles each. I was then flung to the opposite wall knocking into the dresser. Dean ran over to me as Sam flung something into the air. I was on the brink of darkness as Dean lifted me up from the floor as shots rang out. When I woke I was lying on my bed feeling sore all over.

The ghost story Loryn tells Dean is true with my family. Odd things happen, like a kettle going off or dishes moving in the sink, and we blame my deceased grandmother. It's actually pretty funny.