"Well then, let's see you pull it off, Mr. Novak." The Judge, Jury, and Executioner challenged as he stood up and left the room. I all but collapsed into Sam, breathing a completely warented dramatic sigh of relief.

"Your brother is scary, Sam." I moaned into his plaid button down as he wrapped his giant arms around me.

"Naw, he's a big ol' softy. Don't let him fool you." He murmured into my hair between gentle little kisses.

Now, I just had to get through dinner.

I protested(whined) when Sam stood up taking his warmth with him.

"I promised I'd cook for you." He explained, planting one more kiss between my eyes.

I got bored exactly 0.002 seconds after he was gone so I got up and walked over to a wall of framed pictures.

The first one was of the whole family, a gruff looking man with a very tiny Dean on his knee beside a beautiful blonde woman holding a baby Sam, all smiling for the camera. I smiled, remembering my own family before it all. Beside that one were photos of the same man, no longer smiling. He was either standing with a rifle or in front of various landmarks with one or both of his sons.

Next to those were lots of pictures of Sam at different ages, doing all sorts of stuff. Many of hunting trips, fishing, museums, school plays, or just sitting at a table, usually reading. He always smiled at the camera. Dean must love his brother just as much as Sam loved him.

Then as the boys got older there were more photos of an older man with a beard and truckers cap, he had a lopsided grin and he would pose with an arm around Sam or a hand on Dean's shoulder. That must've been Bobby Singer, Sam talked about him all the time. He would always tell me about how Bobby was there for them when their dad passed. He lived in South Dakota but they always stayed in touch.

On the table was a pile of faded polaroids, too small for frames. Most were of the boys, some of Bobby, even a few of the blonde woman I assumed was their mother. I flipped one over, a bent image of the brothers smiling in the front seat of the impala with Dean holding up his brand new driver's license, it read' 'Summer 1995, Bobby's place'. I grinned at the thought of Sam at 12 and Dean 16 driving the old car.

"Bobby's an old family friend." a deep voice said behind me, making me jump a foot in the air and drop the picture.

"Oh," I said awkwardly as I whirled around, "yeah, uh, he seems like good people."

Dean returned to the recliner and straightened out the photos.

"Sammy's making burgers, that okay?" He asked without looking at me.

"Yeah, sure. Good." I mumbled in reply as I sat back down on the sofa.

I looked up at the pictures on the wall. One of Sam and Dean, Dean had his arm slung around his little brother's shoulders standing with the Satue of Liberty in the background, had caught my eye.

"When was this?" I asked reaching out and brushing the frame lightly.

"1992. We traveled a lot back then." He answered, a small smile tugging at his mouth.

I nodded, looking over the other photos absently.

"You got family?" Dean asked, finally turning to look at me.

I huffed a bitter laugh and sighed, "Mom died, Dad ditched, my brothers are one train-wreck after another. The usual, so I left. At least I got Cas, my cousin, Castiel. His end kicked him out, so he lives with me. I'm going to put him through college so he can be a doctor." I explained briefly.

"Yeah well, we all got problems." He shrugged, "Just be good to my brother, he's a real catch," he said pointing at me, "so I wouldn't screw this up if I were you." He advised.

I smirked lightly and nodded, knowing exactly how lucky I was.

We both turned sharply when we heard a loud clatter of dishes and some very graphic swearing from from the kitchen, followed closely by an unconvincing, "I'm okay!"

We both chuckled at our mutualy adored oaf.

"Don't even worry about it Dean-o, that big dork has me wrapped around his finger." I laughed in reply.

And it was true, I was so far gone with Sam Winchester that I couldn't turn back now if I wanted to, and I most certainly didn't. Dean smiled and patted me on the shoulder as he left to make sure Sam hadn't actually destroyed the place and left me to reflect.