Author's Note: I don't own Supernatural. I also don't own the characters.

Wipe the shower steam off the mirror, lather up shaving cream, prep razor. Yikes, I really don't look good with a three-day beard. Looks like I've been sleeping for a week, too. Need a haircut. At least I feel a lot better.

Bobby should be coming pretty soon; called him last night with directions. Told him about the five demons and started prepping an exorcism. My Latin sucks and memorizing it is a pain in the ass. I probably should, though.

"You need anything, don't hesitate to call me," Bill says, handing me his card. "Offer's open, if you still need a sponsor."

"Thanks." I shake his hand. Fuck it. I give him a quick hug. Dude's been a saint to put up with me for the last three days.

"Take care, Dean."

Bobby's looking at me like I've lost my mind.

"What?"

He just shakes his head as we walk toward his busted up old Thunderbird. That poor thing needs to be put out of its misery; I can hear its gears start seizing up a mile off every time he pushes down the clutch.

Baby Girl purrs as I drive toward the Lodestone Lodge. Bobby checked us in earlier, got two rooms.

First things first, though. I need me some pie.

Man, the way that waitress's butt sways when she walks…is not where my attention is supposed to be right now. Bobby's suddenly decided to slap at the back of my head. "Ow."

"Did you even hear a word I was sayin'?"

"Uh…something about opening a door for a father?"

"I said that five minutes ago, ya idjit."

Whoops. "You know I can't concentrate when there's hot chicks and awesome food in the same place."

He groans and shakes his head. "At least tell me you know the different body parts that're missin' from the victims. Might give ya a heads up as to what they're lookin' to take off you."

"They can have my appendix," I manage around my mouthful of cherry pie. Damn, that's good shit. I think I love this diner. "Mmmm, God, I could freakin' live here."

Bobby has no sense of humor right now. "Stop actin' like a school kid with ADD an' get your head in the game."

I have a mess of papers in front of me that laid out what he's talking about. I'm Dean the-speed-reading' Winchester. With Dad, I'd be permanently stuck on research duty if he ever found that out. "They took hearts, livers, and a couple pancreases from the first victims. I'm thinking they were going after organs that represent something to 'em. The breasts are new, from what I can tell. Nothing external was taken before."

"What do the breasts play into?" Bobby's stumped on that, I guess.

"Um…motherhood?" I don't have a clue, either. "Fertility?"

Dude, what's with the stink-eye this time? "Gitcher head outta the gutter, Dean."

"Hey, breasts are the visible indicators of child-bearing age on women; makes sense, if you think about it." Great, now I feel all tingly, and not in the good way. Stop trying to invert yourself, nothing's gonna happen to ya. "But, if they are going after the fertility pieces, I'm starting to get worried about 'Whee-chester' and the boys right about now."

Bobby's smirking and I think he might start laughing at me any second. "You named yours 'Whee-chester?'"

Maybe I don't exactly need to spear my piecrust that hard. "Forget you heard that."

From how his eyes are twinkling now, he's not gonna let me live that down any time soon.

"Anything else I can get you, gentlemen?" That sexy waitress is looking down at me. Oh, shit, she didn't hear me say the little guy's nickname just now, did she?

"Just your phone number." If I smile any wider, my jaw's gonna unhinge. "I might wanna call later and have you bring another cherry pie around to my pla-"

"Jesus, Dean, just give the lady her money." Bobby Singer, cock-blocker extraordinaire, ladies and gentlemen. "Would it kill ya to stop flirtin' for one second?"

I give her another one of my mega-wattage grins as I hand over the cash. Brings out those dimples in my face that most women go nuts over. "Sorry 'bout him. You can keep the change."

"I'll bring out your receipt." She leans down to my left ear, licks her lips and whispers, "I'll write my cell number on the back. Call me when you feel in the mood for…pie."

The way she said "pie" just…Whoo, boy. Please don't you give me a phony number on that receipt. "Thank you very much, Amber."

Bobby's rolling his eyes at me.

It's a damn good thing I bought those condoms earlier; I love having sex, but I've made that mistake before. So not worth the prescriptions.

"Ribbed for her pleasure?" Amber's reading the package. "Latex free."

"Never know if somebody has allergies. I don't, but it's not as much fun when my partner's going into that anaphalee….anna-flaxis….shock, or whatever it's called."

That makes her laugh as she's opening the rubber.

Whoa, her hands are really warm, and….uuhhh...oh, God, that feels so good.

Amber's sneaking out my room, but not before bending over to get her underwear and showing off her fine ass under that mini. "Damn."

"How long are you gonna be in town?" She's leaning on the hotel door.

"Dunno, couple more days maybe."

"Call me before you leave?"

I'm not sure I can read that look Amber's giving me. It's like she's trying to figure out if she wants to try for a long-distance relationship, or just wants to get laid. "Sure."

She shuts the door after giving me a sexy little pout.

There's a pounding on the door, but I can't get it; in the shower.

"Dean!" It's Bobby and he sounds riled up about something. "Open up, damn it!"

Rolling my eyes, I turn off the faucets. This always happens right when the water's getting comfortable. "I'M COMIN'." I grab a towel.