Sam woke first. This in itself surprised him. To wake, one needed to sleep, and to sleep, one needed not to have nightmares. Adriana's arms were tangled around the sheets and him. He tried gently moving but she rolled over, separating them anyway. He'd forgotten how heavy a sleeper her and Dean were. Athena and Sam had often woken up at the slightest noise during the night, while Dean just slept right through. And Adriana could do the same. He crept out of the bed and got dressed, rubbing his eyes as he turned on his laptop for their daily news search.

"You slept," came a low voice in the darkness. Sam jumped. It was Athena's.

"You've been noticing my sleeping patterns?" Sam asked her, raising his eyebrows. She stood up, grabbing a shirt as the blanket pooled around her feet.

"Well, it's a little hard not to when you wake up every night, calling out her name," she said, avoiding Jessica's name. She'd noticed Sam always got sadder when it was mentioned. Athena liked the guy, not like she liked Dean, but enough to care.

Sam shrugged. "I guess I did sleep," He said, not really thinking of it.

Athena walked over to him, slipping her shirt over her head and took a seat across from him at the table. "You think Adriana had anything to do with your lack of nightmares?" She asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

Sam paused as his laptop booted up. He seemed to be contemplating her words carefully. "Maybe..." He shrugged again. "I'm not sure..." He said honestly, but now that he thought about it, when he had fallen asleep with her at her own apartment back on their last case, he hadn't had the nightmares as well. He began having them again when they had left her, and now he didn't have them that she was here. It didn't make sense to him, but he didn't really want to think about it.

Athena studied him. "I think she has a lot to do with you being able to sleep."

Sam typed something into the search bar before turning his attention onto her. "And why is that?"

"You're relaxed around her. Not on guard. Don't try and deny it," she said, seeing him about to object. Sam didn't reply to her statement, instead deflecting the topic from himself, as he always did when things got too close.

"Are you always relaxed?" Sam asked her. Athena shrugged.

"Never. I just act like it. I'm constantly on edge, I just don't show it like..." she turned to indicate Dean but got a fright when she saw him standing right behind her.

"Me? I'm never on edge," he said, putting the kettle on. Sam sighed. They'd been considerate enough not to wake him up, but now he didn't care about Adriana, who'd flown across two timezones.

Dean glanced at Athena taking in her messy hair and wardrobe from last night. She looked great in the morning without even trying. He turned back to the kettle as it started to squeal and sure enough Adriana sat up slowly.

"Dean, I hate you," She mumbled, rubbing her eyes.

Dean stared at the girl. "How do you know it was me? There are two other awake people!"

Adriana yawned. "Because you're the only one who's enough of an ass to wake up someone," She muttered and Sam chuckled.

"She's right," He said and Dean rolled his eyes as Adriana ran a hand through her hair, trying to smooth it down from sleeping.

But, Dean noticed, she didn't really need to do anything to it. It looked very-he paused in his thoughts, searching for a word-hot? sexy? Either way she looked good just after waking up, which a lot of girls didn't and he would know. Dean pulled four cups down and began to make the coffee. Him and Sam had one sugar, Adriana had three sugars and cream and Athena had strong black coffee. Adriana stood up and stretched her petite body, unknowingly accentuating her womanly curves. Sam tried not to notice his best friend as anything other than a pretty girl but it was hard when she did that. Even Dean was looking and Sam felt an irrational urge to draw his attention away.

"So. We're leaving soon right?" Athena asked, diverting his attention before Sam could.

"Definitely," Sam replied. "Drie did you bring your set of guns?" In answer Adriana reached down and tossed her duffel bag at him, metal clanging inside. He opened the zipper and pulled out a Glock 26, only this one had a slight difference. Around the handle was a sparkly pink heart, embellished in rhinestones.

Sam picked it up with one finger, dangling it with disgust. "Really Adriana?"

She rolled her eyes, trying not to giggle. "Hey. I did that when I was like fourteen, okay? And it sorta grew on me. Like, I couldn't get rid of it now even if I wanted to."

"Have you tried?" Dean asked, shaking his head at the gun.

Adriana narrowed her eyes. "Watch it, Dean, or I might do the same thing to your gun." She winked at him and he instantly shook his head.

"No. I'll be good, I promise."

Sam laughed. "Wow. The next time I think you get out of line I'm gonna threaten to glue pink rhinestones onto your Colt."

Dean glared. "If you even think about using that threat, I will kick your ass to the curb."

"Can I point out that I can kick both of your asses in heels with my hands tied behind my back?"

Athena laughed. "Who wears heels to kick peoples asses?" she asked, looking down at her own knee high combat boots.

"Me. Jimmy Choo 2006 spring edition has quite a sharp heel. It comes in handy," Adriana replied with a knowing wink.

"Oh I'm sorry, I don't speak girl," Athena said to her, also laughing.

"Dean does," Adriana said, looking over at Dean sulking at the table. She walked up behind him, grabbing his cheeks. "Awe, is poor ickle Deanie-Weanie upset?" she questioned in a baby voice.

Dean swatted her hands away. "Go away. You're like a fly that keeps buzzing around people and when they swat it away it flies off, but then when they think they've gotten rid of it, it comes back," He teased her and she stood in front of him, placing her hands on her hips.

"And you're a cocky person who thinks he's funny, but in reality people only laugh at your jokes because they don't want you to feel bad. They're not laughing with you, Dean, they're laughing atyou," Adriana told him, raising an eyebrow as Sam sighed.

"Drie, you just woke up. Can you two go five seconds without bickering?" He questioned the two. Adriana laughed, walking over to him and sitting on one of his legs.

"You know you love us and wouldn't trade us for anything," She told him, draping an arm around his back.

Sam looked at her. Just when he was about to scold her, she disarmed him. "No, that's right. I wouldn't trade you for anything. For something though..." He laughed at her adorable offended look before hugging her. "Kidding Drie. Obviously." She stayed on his knee, smiling. Athena grabbed the coffee cups and took them over to the sink.

"Good bitch," Dean said, slapping her ass as she walked past. She calmly carried the cups to the sink and slammed them into it, smashing them. Sam and Adriana looked at each other, trying to contain their laughter and shock.

"Dean Winchester," Athana hissed, stalking up behind him. "If you ever," she said, pausing, "EVER call me that again, I will chop off your balls and feed one to a werewolf and one to a lycan, understand?" she finished.

Dean nodded his head slightly, afraid to move for fear of being slapped. What was funny is that Athena completely didn't mention the action that went along with the words. Adriana was hardly surprised but Sam... Sam remembered a time Dean had playfully smacked Adriana's ass and the terrible chain effect that had been caused by it.

"See, Dean," Adriana pointed out. "That is why you don't slap girls on the ass. It comes back to bite you," She stated and Dean winked at her.

"Is that a promise."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Dean. Will you ever grow up?"

Dean paused to think about it. "No. Because where's the fun in life if you grow up?" He questioned and Adriana shook her head at him.

"Um, people don't get annoyed with you all the time," She stated.

Sam nodded in agreement with her. "For real. He acts exactly the same now as he did when we were little kids," He stated, a hand resting on the small of Adriana's back-a movement that didn't go unnoticed by Dean or Athena.

"Yeah, yeah whatever," he said standing up and grabbing the smashed cups out of the sink. "You two ready?" he asked the obvious question, as Adriana continued to sit on Sam's knee in her underwear. She sprung up, in her usual fashion.

"Give me." she stopped to calculate, "fifteen minutes," she said, skipping to the bathroom.

Dean sat back down and Sam looked at her quizzically. "By fifteen minutes she means an hour," he told the other two.

"Hey! Good things take time Deanie. Which would explain why you were made in ten seconds," she said, pulling the door closed with a flirty wink. Athena, since the cup incident had pulled on skinny jeans, combat boots and an army style jacket over a tight black singlet.

Dean raised an eyebrow at her. "You know we're just going over to the place to check it out. We're not actually hunting anything," He stated.

Athena shrugged. "You can never be too prepared, right?" She asked, sitting down on one of the empty beds and Dean nodded his head.

"Touche," He said. "Drie will you hurry it up!"

She opened the door slightly and stuck her head out, and by the way they could see her skin through her blonde hair on her shoulders indicated she had just been ready to hop in the shower when Dean had called. "Hey! I just got in here! It's been like two minutes! If that!" She exclaimed, glaring.

Half an hour later, they all left the motel room. Dean made a point of taking the keys off Sam and quickly driving to their old house. He parked in front of it, the setting bringing back old memories, memories he'd tried hard to forget. He rested his head on the steering wheel, trying to pull it together.

"You gonna be all right, man?" Sam murmured as he got out of the car. Dean pulled out the keys.

"Let me get back to you on that," he said as he overtook the girls, figuring the best way to do this was to grab the bull by the proverbial horns. He knocked on the door, running his hand over the worn wood of the frame.

A few seconds later, the door was opened and a woman with blonde hair stood there. "Yes?"

"Sorry to bother you, ma'am, but we're with the Federal-" Dean started to say, but Sam cut him off.

"I'm Sam Winchester, this is my brother, Dean and our friend Adriana and Athena. Dean and I used to live here. You know, we were just drivin' by, and we were wondering if we could come see the old place." He glanced around the outside for a moment before turning his attention back onto the lady.

The lady smiled. "Winchester. Yeah, that's so funny. You know, I think I found some of your photos the other night."

Dean looked taken aback. He didn't think anything had survived the fire. "You did?"

She nodded and stepped aside. "Come on in. I'm Jenny by the way."

Dean and Sam exchanged a look before following her in, the two girls behind them. Adriana closed the door once they were all in as they followed the woman into the kitchen. There was a little girl about nine years old sitting at the kitchen table doing homework and then a little toddler about three who was in his playpen, jumping up and down excitedly as his mother walked into the kitchen. His face brightened and his jumping became more hyper.

"Juice! Juice! Juice! Juice!" He cheered excitedly.

She smiled at the toddle before opening the refrigerator and pulling out a sippy cup with juice in it. "That's Ritchie," She said walking over to the baby and handed him the cup. "He's kinda a juice junkie," She said as he walked over to the girl and placed her hands on her shoulder. "Sairie, this is Sam and Dean and their friends. Sam and Dean used to live here."

Sairie smiled up at the group. "Hi."

"Hey, Sairie," Sam said smiling as Dean gave the girl a small wave.

Adriana stepped forward, trailing just behind Sam, while Athena hung back a bit. This wasn't her scene. She didn't do family.

"So you just moved in?" Dean questioned, looking around. It wasn't that different to when he lived in it, how they'd rebuilt it.

Jenny nodded. "Yeah, from Wichita."

As she spoke, Ritchie started to cry a bit. Adriana glanced at Jenny then at the little boy. "May I?" She asked and Jenny nodded her head with a teasing smile.

"Yeah. By all means, go ahead. Ritchie usually cries whenever other people are around. He likes the attention," She smiling.

Dean noticed his little brother watching Adriana as she walked over to the little boy and picked him up, placing him on her hip. "Hi, little guy. How are you?" She asked in a cutesy voice.

Athena noticed that Adriana was good with kids, and wished she could be good with kids as well. Adriana just seemed good at everything. She seemed good at hunting and fighting with Dean, she seemed good with being social with other people who weren't hunters, she was good with kids too. Was there anything else she was good at?

Sam didn't realize he was smiling while he watched the blonde, but Dean noticed. Sam couldn't help but notice how good Adriana was with kids because the little boy stopped crying. "You're okay, ay little Ritchie," she said, laughing at the smiling boy.

"I'll just grab those photos," Jenny said, walking down to the basement. The little girl, Sairie, stared up at Sam, who crouched down. Apparently kids were a lot less threatened by people at eye level as opposed to three times their size.

"Hey Sairie. Do you like this house?" he asked, smiling. The look she gave him was odd, almost fearful. As her mother returned holding a box, she ran over to her and clung to her leg.

"Here we are," Jenny said, pulling a photo of Sam and Dean out. Athena peered over, curious to see how they'd looked.

"Awe Dean, you were so cute. What happened?" Athena asked as Jenny laughed and Dean glared at her.

"Very funny," He said rolling his eyes as Adriana walked over to take a look at the photos as well. She smiled, pointing at the little baby in Mary Winchester's arms.

"Look at baby Sammy!" Adriana giggled, bouncing Ritchie up and down on her hip.

Dean cleared his throat. "You got family here, or... ?"

"No. I just, uh... needed a fresh start, that's all. So, new town, new job-I mean, as soon as I find one. New house," Jenny explained, folding her arms over her chest.

"So, how you likin' it so far?" Sam asked.

Jenny gave a small smile. "Well, uh, all due respect to your childhood home-I mean, I'm sure you had lots of happy memories here," She said and Dean gave a forced smile. "But this place has its issues."

Sam cocked his head to the side. "What do you mean?"

Jenny sighed. "Well, it's just getting old. Like the wiring, you know? We've got flickering lights almost hourly."

Dean nodded his head. "Oh, that's too bad. What else?"

"Um... sink's backed up, there's rats in the basement." She paused. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to complain," She said sheepishly.

Dean shook his head, clearly not offended. "No. Have you seen the rats or have you just heard scratching?"

Jenny sighed. "It's just the scratching, actually," She said.

"Mom?" Sairie asked and her mom turned to kneel in front of her. "Ask them if it was here when they lived here."

Sam stared at the girl quizzically. "What, Sairie?" He asked.

Sairie turned to him. "The thing in my closet."

Jenny shook her head. "Oh no, baby, there was nothing in their closets." She turned to Sam and Dean expectantly. "Right?"

Sam nodded. "Right. No, of course not."

Jenny sighed. "She had a nightmare the other night," She explained to them.

Sairie shook her head. "I wasn't dreaming. It came into my bedroom-and it was on fire," She stated and that got the brother's attention.

"What was 'it' Sairie?" Sam asked gently. She shook her head, looking scared. Sam stood up, not wanting to push it. Dean however, knelt down.

"Sairie. What was the thing?" he asked, his voice more low and urgent than gentle. Sairie shook her head again and covered her face. Her mother saw her and came up behind her, picking the little blonde girl up.

"I'm sorry, you know how kids have over reactive imaginations," she said, sounding apologetic.

Dean glanced over to Adriana who was still playing with Ritchie. "And some adults, it appears," he said as he straightened.

"Well Jenny it was very nice to meet you. Thanks for letting us stop in and see the place," Sam said, ever the gentleman.

Jenny gave them a warm smile before hearing the phone ring. "Excuse me will you, can you four see yourselves out?" she called as she raced into the other room.

"I guess we're going to have to," Dean said, holding the door open.

Adriana sadly put Ritchie down and followed Sam out. "He was so cute!" She exclaimed, cooing about the little boy.

Sam ignored Adriana for the first time in a long time. "You hear that? A figure on fire?" He questioned as he walked beside Dean.

Dean nodded. "And that woman, Jenny, she was the woman in your dreams?"

"Yeah. And you hear what she was talking about? Scratching, flickering lights? All signs of a malevolent spirit."

Dean shuddered. "Yeah, well, I'm just freaked out your weirdo dreams are coming true," He stated and Sam grabbed Dean's shoulder, pulling him to a stop.

"Okay, well forget about that for a minute. The thing in the house, do you think it's the thing that killed mom and Jessica?" Sam asked, desperately wanting answers.

Dean threw his hands up in the air, exasperated. "I don't know!"

"Well, I mean, has it just come back or has it been there the whole time?" Sam asked.

Adriana sighed. "Sam, maybe it's something else entirely, we don't know yet."

"Well, those people are in danger! We have to get them out of the house!" Sam exclaimed.

Dean nodded. "And we will."

"I mean now, Dean."

Dean groaned as he reached the Impala. "And how you gonna do that, huh? You got a story she'll believe?"

Sam sighed. "Then what are we supposed to do?"

"Sam. I may be awesome, but I'm not THAT awesome. There wasn't any immediate danger, we can check Dad's journal and sleep on it."

Dean made an executive decision and walked out to the car. Athena who had listened to all of this, was trying to piece everything together. It was hard being the third wheel again after fitting in for a good month. She followed Sam and Adriana who both got into the car. Dean exceeded the speed limit by at least 25mph at all times on their way back to the motel. The atmosphere wasn't uptight, but it wasn't exactly relaxed. Adriana intended to fix this. But how? She wasn't sure. She would think of something very soonly.

Dean pulled up to the motel and put the car in park, but didn't turn it off. "Hey, you two go ahead and get out. Drie, see if you can find anything on the house that we don't already know. And, teach her how to research. What to look for."

Adriana raised an eyebrow at him as she got out of the car. "First off, where are you guys off to?" She questioned him.

"My baby needs gas," Dean told her. Adriana nodded. While that was probably true, she also knew that the two brothers probably needed some time alone after visiting their old home after so long ago with those memories about their mom.

"Second off, why haven't you taught her how to research properly yet?" She asked, raising an eyebrow accusingly at him.

Dean made a face. "Cause research isn't my thing," He stated with a shudder. "Besides, it'll give you two girls time to bond. We'll be back in like twenty minutes," He added before driving off once both girls had gotten out of the car.

"I know how to research," Athena said, looking severely put out. Adriana had to laugh at her offended expression.

"I'm sure you do and I'm sure it's a lot better than Dean's research," she said, laughing as she unlocked the door.

The room was exactly how they left it. Adriana went straight to John's journal, but Athena would have left the family source untouched anyway. It was impossible at this stage to tell what was in the house. She sifted through some data in companionable silence with Adriana, finding nothing, before she leaned back and stretched.

"How's work been?" she asked good naturedly. Adriana briefly glanced up before flipping through the book before answering.

"Average. The new girl, Leah, doesn't exactly have my back like you did," she said, making note of a page as Athena rolled her eyes. Adriana's flirting had been notorious.

Athena laughed. "So in other words, you can't flirt anymore?" She asked playfully.

Adriana nodded, laughing as well. "Exactly."

She closed the journal and stood up from the bed to get on Sam's computer at the desk. She opened the laptop and typed "Winchester house fire November 2 1983" in the search engine bar and waited while about a thousand results popped up. She clicked on the first one and scrolled through a newspaper clipping of the fire. She began to read.

"On November 2nd, a fire started in the nursery of the Winchester home, burning it to the ground. Everyone in the family survived, except for Mary Winchester, mother and wife. The police say she seems to have been trapped in the nursery after trying to save her 6 month year old baby, Samuel Winchester. How the baby survived but she didn't is a mystery of the local police, but they haven't gone into research about it..."

It continued on about how the family left town the very next day, but it wasn't telling them anything they needed to know on how to stop whatever was in the house now.

Meanwhile, Dean and Sam were five miles out of town at a gas station. As Dean fulled up the Impala, Sam leaned his arms on the roof, furrowing his brow.

"It can't be it, can it Dean?"

Dean didn't reply, he just kept pumping gas into the car, thinking hard of what to say. He set the nozzle back into the pump before turning to his brother. "Sammy, I honestly don't know. You're gonna have to rely on your freak feelings for this one," he said before walking inside to pay.

Sam sighed and placed his head lightly on the car, wondering what to do. He wasn't sure where to start or even begin on this case. Normally, they knew what to do, but being this close to back home, this close to where everything happened... it messed with them. It messed with their ability to think and formulate plans on how to move forward. He shook his head, leaning his forehead against the cool, cold metal of the Impala. If it was any normal case they would have researched on the house, but they already knew the history of it. Or some of it. Dean had already told him what he remembered-which wasn't a lot because he had only been four.

He sighed again as Dean came back out of the store. He looked a little frazzled and, as Sam studied him more carefully as he got closer, he looked like he had been crying. But, Sam decided not to delve into it and got into the car as Dean got into the driver side.

"We'll talk to dad's friends, neighbors, people who were there at the time," He said as he started the Impala up. "See if they remember anything that could help."

Sam nodded in agreement with that. "Today or tomorrow?" He asked.

Dean pulled out of the gas station. "Tomorrow. We'll see what Drie's found on the research and then brainstorm. We need to come at this with a clear head, which is something neither of us have right now," He added.

Sam nodded. That was the truth. "Okay."

He nodded again as Dean pulled onto the main road that led to the motel and in less than ten minutes, they were pulling up and parking in front of the motel. Both boys got out of the car and walked into the motel room where Athena was sitting at the desk with the laptop and Adriana was sleeping on one of the beds in front of the television, clearly not having gotten enough sleep the night prior. Dean laughed. She looked almost innocent curled up on the bed.

"How long's she been asleep for?" Sam questioned as he flopped down onto the other bed. Athena glanced at the girl, curled into a ball.

"Fifteen minutes maybe?" she said, sounding unconcerned and returned her gaze to the television before switching it off. "So. Was there a line at the gas station?" she asked, a smirk playing across her lips.

"No, it was completely empty," Sam said before Dean could.

Athena's smirk grew. "Just because you were gone half an hour, and I thought you were smart enough to fill up a car. Obviously not." She noticed as she said this, Dean remained silent, unusually so. He looked almost broken in a way, like he didn't know what he was doing or where he was supposed to be anymore.

The noise and chatter woke the sleeping blonde who sat up slowly, yawning. She blinked her eyes a few times to adjust to the light before glancing around. "You guys figure out what we're doing from here?" She asked.

Dean nodded, but didn't speak so Sam did. "We're gonna interview some of dad's friends and old neighbors, see if they can remember anything. What'd you find in the research?"

Adriana shook her head. "Nothing that we didn't already know. There was a fire on November 2nd, 1983 and Mary Winchester didn't make it out in time. The investigators say the fire started in the nursery, but causes of what started it are unknown."

Sam nodded. "Sounds about right," He said sighing. "So, what are we gonna do about food?" He asked, glancing at the clock that now read 7:28 p.m.

"We can order in," Dean said, finally speaking. From being around him for so long and knowing his voice, she recognized something different about it. She didn't have to look up, but she knew there was something wrong with him.

"Hey, Dean," Adriana said and the emerald-eyed hunter turned towards her. "I glued pink rhinestones to your gun," She told with a wink.

Dean paused for a moment before cracking a grin. "Adriana I swear, if you glued pink rhinestones to my gun, I will kill you."

"You couldn't touch me. I'm too fast," She said, almost challengingly, glad she had gotten him out of whatever mood he had been in.

Dean cocked his head, considering her position on the bed. "Oh, I doubt it," he said, darting over to her, trying to grab her and toss her onto the other bed. Adriana however rolled away onto the floor and stood up in a fighting stance. Sam and Athena both stayed at the dining room table, watching the fight. Dean stalked forward, palms out.

"I figure now's an excellent time to practice," Adriana said as she lightly hopped onto the other bed.

Dean smirked and continued to advance on her, his eyes darting around. He grabbed forward but was knocked off balance by Adriana's leg to his chest. He stumbled backwards before going for a more offensive method and charging her, flinging his arms around her waist. She swivelled, battering him with elbows and fists but Dean gritted his teeth and dumped her on the bed. She rolled off and wrapped one of her feet around his legs, causing him to trip forward on to the ground. She quickly hopped up and straddled his back, twisting one of his arms backwards.

Sam laughed. "Dean, if she kicks your ass, you deserve to have pink rhinestones glued to your gun," He said teasingly.

Adriana turned and glared at Sam. "What? You saying you don't think I can beat Dean?" She questioned, raising an eyebrow.

Dean took her temporary distraction, and used it to his advantage. He quickly pulled his arm out of her grasp once it loosened when she started talking to Sam. He flipped over onto his back, pushing her backwards before straddling her waist. He grabbed her leg and pushed it forward, putting pressure on it between his two arms. She used her free leg and brought it around in front, pulling Dean down onto the ground, forcing him to let go of her other leg. He wiggled his way out of the lock and hopped up, standing in a fighting stance.

Adrian laughed. "You're actually gonna fight with me?" She asked.

Dean shrugged, winking. "I know you can take it. Besides, I'll go easy on you."

Adriana glared and snapped her fist out, aiming it at Dean's face. Dean parried it with his hand and ducked under, slugging her in her stomach. She stumbled backwards, bending over to catch her breath as Dean smirked. The smirk disappeared when she uppercut his chin, smacking him from her lowered position.

"You'll go easy on me? Good joke Dean," she said as she spun and delivered a kick to his knee cap, causing it to buckle and him to grunt in pain.

Sam was watching in fits of laughter, while Athena was torn between laughing and observing, noticing the tactics they both used. Dean flipped his body up, grabbing her shoulder and twisting it, causing her to wince. Sam felt the need to start forward, to stop Dean from hurting her but Adriana jabbed an elbow straight into his solarplex. As he retched, trying to keep his breath, she punched him in the cheek before knocking him to the ground.

"That must hurt Dean. Beaten by a girl, a blonde girl, a blonde girl half your size," she gloated as he stood up, wincing.

"It does hurt. But no girl I know can knock out a supernatural creature in three hits," he said, bending his neck to click it.

Adriana laughed, but was quickly replaced by a grimace of pain as Dean kicked her legs out from underneath her, sending her onto her back on the ground. She tried to catch her breath, but the oldest Winchester didn't give her a chance. He quickly flipped her over onto her back, straddling her and twisted her arm behind her. She gritted her teeth in pain before tapping on the floor with her free hand. As she tapped out, Dean let go falling back off of her.

Sam rolled his eyes as Adriana sat up, rubbing her shoulder. "You couldn't just have let her win, Dean?" He questioned.

Dean shook his head. "Hell no. She's a girl, and like she said a blonde girl who's half my height. That would have destroyed my ego."

"Good," Adriana commented. "Your ego probably needs a knock down." She winced again, continuing to rub her shoulder out.

Dean leaned down to help her up and Adriana accepted his hand, not too proud to admit when she'd lost. Dean turned to Athena and Sam. "Right, who's next?" he asked, a challenging glint in his eye.

Sam stepped forward. "Just because you're a caveman, Dean, doesn't mean we all are," he said in a patronizing tone.

Dean raised his eyebrows. "Let us examine that. Who swung the first punch aye?" Dean asked, looking over at Adriana before grabbing Sam and pushing him towards her.

Sam desperately tried to keep his balance but ended up slamming into Adriana, pinning her sore shoulder to the bed. She reacted instinctively, flipping Sam to the ground and throwing her body weight onto him. Dean took Sam's recently vacated seat and glanced over at Athena who was engrossed in the fight.