Welcome back for chapter forty-five. We're still in Cara's point of view.. Enjoy
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my idea and OC. Everything else belongs to it's respective owners. Including the idea of a vampire being cursed with a soul which I borrowed and made it a demon born with a soul. No infringement intended.
Warning: This chapter contains spoilers for S1 Ep16: Shadows. If you haven't seen it, I suggest you do so. You were warned.

Rocky Road

Finley and I sat down and I watched Dean come back from the bar with a smile on his face. Fin leaned over to say something in my ear. "Ten bucks says he's got the bartender's number."

"Shut up."

"That one yours?"

"Don't make me tell you twice." She chuckled.

"Answers my question. Good on you." I smacked her leg under the table and she laughed, making Sam look at her.

"Don't mind her, Sam." He just smiled and watched Dean come into view.

"Did you get anything, Dean? Besides her phone number?" Sam glanced at me and I just shrugged.

"Dude, I'm a professional and I'm offended that you would think that," Sam looked at his brother. "Alright." He showed Sam the bartender's number and he wasn't amused as he looked back at the articles in front of him.

"Cara would be proud, Dean. Right, Cara?" I looked at Sam and laughed, making Dean look at me in shock.

"Cara, where did you come from?" I was about to answer before Finley stepped in.

"Well, a long time ago her parents found this house that they were going to,"

"Shut up, Fin." I looked back at Dean. "Been here for a few minutes. The girl that just got smart with you is Finley, she's a hunter too." I grabbed the napkin out of Dean's hand and tilted my head towards the bar to get a look at her. "Not bad, tiger." I handed him the napkin back and noticed the look on his face. "What?" He shook his head at me.

"Nothing." Sam laughed.

"You mind doing a little bit of thinking with your upstairs brain, Dean?"

"Huh? There's nothing to find out. Meredith worked here, she waited tables, everyone here is her friend. Everybody says she's normal. She didn't do or say anything weird before she died so. What about that symbol? Did you find anything?" I looked at Fin and she just shrugged at me.

"Nope, nothing. It wasn't in Dad's journal or in any of the usual books so just have to dig a little deeper, I guess." I watched Dean toy with the napkin in his hands, making me shake my head. Fin leaned over to me again.

"Let's grab a beer. Your boyfriend is weirding me out." I elbowed her and cleared my throat to get the boys' attention.

"We're gonna grab a drink. Be right back." Sam nodded and Dean just stared at me as I walked away with Finley.

"Okay, you have the moodiest little boyfriend I've ever seen. First, he's all happy about getting some chick's number and now," She looked back at the Winchesters. "He won't take his eyes off you." We got to the bar, ordered two beers and waited.

"Not my boyfriend."

"Oh what, not officially?" I glared at her. "Anyone can tell he's hooked on you. The shameless flirting is just programmed in. You can't shake that kind of behavior that quick." We were handed our beers and we paid for them at the bar. I went to go back to the Winchesters but Fin grabbed my arm.

"What?"

"Dean is obviously called for so that means that the tall, dark and handsome one is available. Right?" I laughed before taking a swig of my beer.

"He has a name."

"Sam, I know. He's available?" I smirked at Finley.

"Only if you make a reservation now. I have another couple asking for him next Thursday so," She smacked my arm.

"You know what I mean."

"Yes, Sam is single." Fin smirked at me and I laughed.

"Why are you laughing?"

"Just because I think it's a bit funny that you're interested." Finley took a sip of her beer and gave me a look.

"Why?"

"I thought you'd go for someone," I looked back at Sam. "Buffer. Sam's no slouch, I know that but he's not as big as the guys you go for." Finley smacked my arm and I laughed before taking a swig of my beer. "What?"

"Well, since I strike out with meatheads maybe I should try something new. What do you mean by 'he's no slouch'?" I looked at Fin and winked at her, making her eyes go wide. "You mean to tell me there is more under that flannel that meets the eye?" I nodded slowly as I drank my beer. "Oh, that's going to do things to my brain all night long. I hate you."

"You couldn't."

"I hate when you're right."

-FIN-

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