"Shit, remember those days?" Lizzy asks Dean as she peers carefully out of the motel curtains covering the large picture window in their Memphis motel room.

"What days?" he asks her, eyes glued to the TV as he sips his beer and continues to flip through the channels from his bed.

"When we'd have to go our separate ways," she explains herself while still looking out. "Never knowing when we'd see each other again. Dying to hear from the other while you were out on the road and I was trying to live normal at home."

"L, leave them alone," Dean complains, not wanting the trip down memory lane she sets up. Those days sucked and he doesn't miss them.

"But it's kinda sweet," she tells him while watching Sam and Rina standing by her tiny car parked out front. Sam is grinning like a lovesick teen down at her as Rina grabs his hand with both of hers and smiles back up at him with something serious in her eyes. They're standing so close to one another and their interactions look much easier than the last time Lizzy observed them together when they were still fresh and a little awkward. "The few days seemed to do them well. They look so happy."

"Good for them. Now leave them the fuck alone."

"Uh, such a fucking romantic," Lizzy sarcastically complains about him as she walks away from the window and gives them their privacy.

"You're God damn right I am," Dean absently says while focusing on the hockey game he lands on and gulping down more beer, finishing the bottle.

"Please, a fifth of whiskey and an empty backseat is your idea of romantic," Lizzy comments while taking two more beers out of the ugly green refrigerator their room came with.

"Wait. Are you saying that I'm not romantic? Me?" Dean questions her while slightly appalled.

"No… well, yeah actually," she smirks while she flops down next to him on the bed, taking his empty and replacing it with a new one. "That's exactly what I'm saying."

"I'm romantic as hell," he tells her in rebuttal.

Lizzy just stares at him for a beat. "You're kidding, right?"

"No I'm not kidding!" he tells her, his attention turned fully away from the game now. "Just the other day I gave you flowers."

"That you stole from some elderly lady's hospital room while looking for the wraith!"

"She had more than enough flowers already," he excuses. "It was a fucking flower shop in there. She'll never miss them. And what about last night?"

"What about it!?" she laughs as the night had been like any other for her.

"I let you have the last slice of pizza."

"Oh my God!" Lizzy belts out a laugh. "Are we really already that much of an old married couple that you forking over food is supposed to be romantic?"

Dean just shrugs and sips his beer.

"Wow," Lizzy amazes. "We suck."

"We don't suck."

"We so do suck."

"No we don't," he tells her, dropping a hand on her knee. "We're good… and we're exactly us which ain't too bad. You want to live in some dreamy, unobtainable chick flick kinda world."

"Ew, no," Lizzy instantly answers, disgusted with the thought.

"Well neither do I so we're good."

"I'm just saying a little romance instead of just drinking and fucking like rabbits wouldn't suck every great now and then."

Dean turns to face her, his facial expression dramatic as he places his hand on her cheek.

"Sweetheart, you complete my life," he says in an exaggerated tone. "I can't live without your beautiful smile."

"Shut up," Lizzy pushes him away with his patronizing way of making his point.

"But darling, you're my everything," he keeps going, pulling her into him in a headlock. "I can't breathe without your kiss."

"What the hell does that even mean!?" she says while giggling at his antics.

"I have no idea," he admits while going back to default Dean demeanor. "Sounded like something some pansy ass dude in a chick flick would say."

"Never say any of that again!" she tells him as she pries herself out of his hold. She sits up and looks at him. "And if that's your idea of romantic then I don't want it!"

"Good," Dean nods as he sits back against the headboard and takes another sip of beer, Lizzy copying him. "Because we're pretty good the way we are."

"We're very good," she says to him before kissing his cheek. "Even if I married a jackass of a guy."

"Yeah, an awesome jackass."

"Yes, you're an awesome jackass," Lizzy echoes as she steals the remote and turns up the volume.

"B's are lookin' good this year, you know?" he comments to her about her hometown favorite hockey team. "Could actually make the playoffs and do something."

"Now that is the most romantic thing you could have said to me," Lizzy smiles out as she watches the game with him, her true colors showing all the while. She'd rather be told that one of her favorite sports teams will have a good year than be told she's beautiful or special or any other lame comment. Dean made a good point. Maybe he isn't traditionally romantic, not in the least, but candle light dinners and roses would never be either of their ways, hunting or not, even if she wouldn't mind it once in a blue moon. If she gets him just the way he is she'll be happy forever. It's one of the things that make them perfect for each other.

"Call when you get back?" Sam asks of her as they say their goodbyes in the parking lot of the motel Dean and Lizzy had checked themselves into.

"Before I even unlock my front door," Rina promises right back.

"And then after that you evil proof that apartment. I mean it. Devil's traps…"

"By all main entrances," she rolls her eyes, suddenly feeling like she's talking to her father. "Salt lining all windows and doors. Hex bags you made me hidden around where Rui won't eat them." She prays her dog doesn't mess with her new safety precautions.

"I really think you should take a shot gun or something," Sam tries one last time. "We can spare one. I swear."

"Already told you that I hate guns," she reminds him. "But I will absolutely memorize the exorcism you wrote down for me. Scout's honor." She holds up her hand in pledge.

"Fine," Sam smiles and gives in. He tried so hard to get her to learn how to use one of their sawed offs but she refused. She doesn't do guns. Just not something she's comfortable with and he can understand that even if he thinks she should be more open to it. "But I'm making you repeat it to me in a couple days over the phone so be ready."

"I will be ok, Sam," she smiles up to him. "Please relax." She cranes her neck for a quick kiss. Sam takes advantage and leans down to her, kissing her much more seriously and she'd intended.

"Just let me know when you're in," he reminds her one more time as he steps back from her while holding her driver's side door open.

"Told you I would," she promises again. "You're worse than your brother when it comes to worrying."

"Impossible."

She drops into the seat and starts up her car. Rina then looks up at him with her dark eyes. "Bye Sam."

"Bye Rina," he says without hiding his sadness one bit. He then ducks down into the car for one last kiss before he shuts the door for her. He watches her pull out of the lot and onto the road, never moving until she's out of sight. He's sad to see her go, very sad, but happy at the same time. Life with him isn't safe and now more than ever he needs her to be safe. Outside of his hunting family she's all he has. That's enough to send her packing.

For Sam the past few days were previously thought impossible. He never thought he'd ever find someone who could understand him and accept all his mistakes in life. Somehow Rina was able to do just that. He feels like a renewed version of himself.

"Hey Sam."

This hasn't happened in so long. He fell asleep right after Rina called to tell him she made it back safely and this was the last thing he assumed his brain would do to him right now. He just hopes that it's actually his brain and not Lucifer trying to trick him again.

"Lou," he calls out in a sleep coated voice as he sits up. In his dream he's still in the same Memphis motel room he met Dean and Lizzy up in. Looking to the side he sees them still asleep in the other bed. Once seated he focuses on the woman sitting at the foot of his bed, looking at him with a warm smile.

"It's me Giant," she assures. "Devil free."

"What are you doing here?" he questions her. "I haven't dreamed about you in so long."

"You haven't had to," she explains in a comforting tone. "Until now, that is."

"Why now?" Sam asks her in confusion.

"You're moving on," Lou smiles out. "I'm proud of you." She drops a hand on his blanket covered legs. "This needed to happen."

"But I don't want to forget you. I've already lost pieces of Jess…"

"You'll never forget me, dumb-dumb," Lou laughs at the thought. "You couldn't. Plus, do you think that Lizzy would ever let you do such a thing?"

"God no," he huffs with the idea.

"She'll kick your ass first."

"And she can now!" Sam says with slight fear.

"Damn straight," she smiles wider. "That's my sister. She's a fucking badass." She looks at him with a soft expression. "Rina's good for you, Sam."

"I know." He sure does.

"If you get out of this Apocalypse mess, you make sure you go to her."

Sam looks at her image with surprise.

"What?" she questions as if he shouldn't be so shocked with what she says. "I like her. And more than that I want you to be happy. You weren't happy these past two years because of me. You have to let me go sometime and I think now is a good time to do it. You have your family and you have Rina to support you."

Sam nods just slightly. "I just still love you."

"Don't be silly. You're always going to love me, Sam. You were made to love me."

"What does that mean?" he asks with worry. That phrase, with all this little group of theirs knows now, has a very sketchy and scary meaning at times for them.

"Huh?" she questions him, not sure what he's asking.

"What does I was made to love you mean?" Sam wonders. He's worried now.

"Oh, relax Giant. It just means we were too good together. We were a really good fit. It's still a shame that whatever we had never even got to take its training wheels off but that's life. I still feel like we knew each other for a reason."

"I agree."

"But now… well, now you need to have some happiness. Let Rina make you happy and do it guilt free. Don't worry about me anymore. Don't forget me but just don't dwell on what could have been. You have a really great thing going here."

Sam grins slightly and Lou stands up from the bed and walks to him. She cups his face and leans down close to him. "I love you." She presses her lips to his softly and Sam wakes up from his dream immediately, his lips still tingling with her kiss. His eyes popping open and he can hear her whisper to him from somewhere very far off.

"Goodbye, Sam…"