Vivian woke to the sounds of birds and sunlight streaming on her face. Sighing, she rolled over, ignoring the sharp pains coming from her side. Realizing she wasn't going to go back to sleep anytime soon, she groaned and proceeded to purposely fall from the bed. Her head and arms on the floor, she reluctantly tugged her legs from under the blankets and sat on the floor, her rear sticking in the air.

Sighing, she slowly stood, trying to keep her stitches from ripping out from all the movement. She'd ripped out stitches too early before, and boy, she never wanted to do that ever again. Finally on her feet, she made her way to her bag and dug through it, tossing a pair of black sweatpants and a red tank-top onto the bed. Black, lacy undergarments soon followed and as soon as she was dressed, she brushed her teeth and went down the stairs.

She finished tying her hair into a messy bun just as she entered the kitchen, only to find all four men sitting around the tiny kitchen table. Spotting the sandwiches on their plates, she croaked, "what time is it?"

The four pairs of eyes never left her face as she walked to the counter. Dean swallowed his last bite before answering. "Almost noon," he said, watching as she carefully jumped up on the counter.

Vivian paused, her face twisting into a sad grimace. "It's so early!" She groaned, and four sets of cheeks flushed a light pink. She then reached next to her and took a slice of turkey lunch meat from the container. Shoving the whole thing in her mouth, she grabbed another, a slice of cheese and a few cherry tomatoes. Letting the cheese hang from her mouth, she made her way to the fridge, pulling out a beer before shutting the door behind her with her foot.

Vivan then left the kitchen, leaving all the boys watching her rear as she sashayed back upstairs. Dean was the first to respond to the scene. "Early?!" he said, shaking his head and trying his hardest not to smile. "And beer in the morning?" He chuckled, "my kinda girl."

Sam cleared his throat, "I think that look she gave you last night means you aren't her kinda guy."

Dean whipped his head around, "What's that supposed to mean?! What look?!"

"After you told her you'd take up the offer she made to Cass. She gave you this look like she wanted nothing more than for you to shoot yourself in the head."

"Really?" Dean's voice squeaked slightly as he looked down at his plate.

Sam couldn't help but laugh, "it's not the first time a woman has wanted nothing to do with you."

"I- Ugh, whatever." Dean pushed his chair from the table and tossed his plate in the sink. "I'm going to check on Baby." He then picked up his jacket and stomped out the door.

Bobby cleared his throat and pushed away from the table as well. "I'm going to find us a case, I trust you boys can take care of the lunch things?"

Sam nodded and Cass just sat there, a blank look on his face. Sam turned to Cass, suddenly concerned. "You okay?" He waited as Cass seemed to shake himself awake.

"Y-yes I'm, I'm fine..."

"You sure?"

"Yeah... I'm gonna go help Dean." Cass then left, leaving the flutter of feathers in his wake. Sam sighed, looking to the sink full of dishes before tossing a dishtowel over his shoulder and filling up one of the sinks with water.