A/N: GASPS!! two updates in the same day?!?! You must be thrilled...*crickets chirp in the background* oh well...I finished the last chapter and wrote this one completely today...which I was purdy shocked at...but I'm excited! :D Enjoy!

Andy's POV

As Sam left to go find information on me that I already told them, he gave me an odd look like I'd said something out of the ordinary. I didn't think I did…did I? Oh well. I just shrugged off the thought and turned back toward Dean. I knew he still didn't trust me. He has that 'I don't trust anyone but myself' vibe. But in reality, it's okay. That kind of thing happens with this job. You trust someone, get to know him or her, and then he or she ends up to be a demon or possessed and/or they die. You can't really get close to anyone you meet along the way and it sucks. But like I said, it's the job.

"So, uh…you want a drink?" Dean asked awkwardly as he pointed toward the bar.

"I'd love a drink but I'm not exactly 'of age'," I said using air quotes.

"Really?" he asked, not really seeming surprised. "How old are you, anyways?"

"I'm nineteen," I replied, and then something dawned on me. "Wait, what's today's date?"

"Um…it's the fourteenth," Dean said looking at his phone.

"Huh," I said a bit surprised.

Dean waited as if I was going to continue and then said, "What?"

"Oh…nothing…just that tomorrow's my birthday. I completely forgot. So if ya ask me tomorrow, I'll be a year older," I said.

"Oh…" Dean said awkwardly. I could tell from his response that either he wasn't real good at connecting with people he just met or that his family really didn't do much about birthdays. "Well, happy early birthday," he said. At least he was trying.

I laughed. "Thanks," I replied. "And I'd love a soda or something if they have that kind of thing here."

Dean chuckled a little as he stood up. "I'll see what I can do."

I watched Dean walk up to the bar and talk to the woman behind it. It seemed as if they knew each other, but then again, that wouldn't really surprise me all that much. After a few minutes, he came back with two drinks and handed me one. I took a drink and after my long walk from earlier, it tasted so good. I actually think anything he put in front of me would have tasted amazing. I looked up as Dean took a sip of his and by the ugly yellow/gold/tan (I don't really know what color you'd call it) color it was, it didn't look too tasty.

Dean was studying the bottom of his glass through his drink when I tried starting up a conversation.

"So…um…is Sam you're only brother?" I asked.

"Yeah…my kid brother. Well…only one I know of," he said gesturing toward me.

I managed a little smile. We sat in another awkward silence.

"So…uh…" Dean started and then just stopped. "I suck at this small talk stuff…sorry."

I felt myself laugh the first real laugh I'd had in days and it felt good. "It's okay. I'm not either."

I looked around the bar and saw that the 'crowd' had died down a lot. The two guys at the bar had left and an older guy that looked like a mall Santa reject had taken their place. There was a younger, maybe mid-20s blonde girl standing at the old jukebox, maybe looking for a song to play. And up behind the bar was the rude lady from earlier.

"Oh hey," I started without even really thinking. "Do you…know her?" I asked pointing at the lady behind the bar. "It seemed like you guys had a connection, ya know…not like just some bartender and a random customer."

Dean's eyes slightly narrowed as if he was deciding still whether to trust me or not. He stared me straight in the eyes and I stared back. I really wanted him to believe me, that I'm not any kind of threat to him. Finally, he looked back down at this drink and said, "Yeah. That's Ellen. She kind of a…" he said, stopping to think of the right word, "family friend, I guess you could say."

I nodded. "That's…cool." I figured we would have another silence between us when Dean started talking again.

"And um…that girl over there," he said pointing at the girl that I saw at the juke box a few seconds ago, "is Jo, her daughter."

"Wow…" I said looking around. "There's all kind of family connections here," I finished with a laugh.

Just then, Sam came back in with a bag, that I assumed to be his computer, and some papers. I guess he found what he needed.

"Hey Andy," he said with a better smile than last time, "Dean, can I talk to you for a sec?"

Dean got up and walked to the other side of the bar with Sam. I looked down at my drink like Dean had with his and swirled it around a bit. I actually got distracted with it when they both came back in a matter of no time.

"So, um…you ready to go?" Dean asked when they came back. I just smiled as I got up from my seat. They both waved goodbye to Ellen and Jo as they left. I waved a little too but didn't get the response they did.

Before we left, Dean pulled Sam aside but not far enough that I couldn't hear, although I don't think Dean knew that.

"Um…what's her birthday?" Dean asked looking at the papers in his brother's hand.

Sam shuffled through the papers and then stared intently at one and said, "Um…August 15th, 1989. Why?"

Dean just raised his eyebrows and said 'Hmm' as he pushed the door open to leave.

We walked outside and reached their car. "Wow," I said under my breath.

"Ya like?" Dean asked. I guess it wasn't as 'under my breath' as I thought.

"Yeah," I said looking over the beautiful car that sat in front of me, "it's beautiful." I ducked my head down and looked in the window at the interior.

"Well, too bad. It's not ours," Dean said walking away from the very pretty car toward a mini-van.

Confusion washed over my face as I reluctantly followed. "Yep, this is it. And that's your seat," he said pointing to a child's car seat in the back.

"You've got to be kidding me," I said looking back to him with a very serious and annoyed look on my face.

"Yeah, I am," he said as they turned around and started to walk the same way we came. "The Impala's ours," he finished with a laugh.

"Oh, ha ha…very funny."

Dean chuckled and said quietly, "Well, I thought so."

YAY!! Chapter three!!! Okie dokie...you know the drill...reviews are amazing and keep me from getting all sad thinking that nobody reads my crappy stuff... :( lol...seriously like I was all excited when I got my first review...you wanna make me happy, right?? ....okay...maybe not...but...you should leave a review anyways ;) lol...

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