"Can we drop this conversation?" Dean said impatiently, "I told you that this is personal! You heard my end of the conversation already! She lost her memory and doesn't know how she got to Texas. Doesn't that sound like a job to you? Something very strange is going on right now. I already called Bobby and asked if he knew what the hell was going on"

"You never answer ex-girlfriend's calls ever" Sam argued.

"Don't kid yourself" Dean rolled his eyes. "I help everyone that calls my phone. This one just seems more important than the rest"

"How important are we talking?" Sam asked. "I've seen you with hundreds of women and you don't think twice about them once we get a new job. Now this one calls out of the blue and we are going on some kind of witch hunt to find her?"

"Because I was worried that something like this would happen to her" Dean blurted out.

"Worried?" Sam questioned.

"Could you just drop it?" Dean asked.

"Not until you tell me what the hell is going on" Sam objected.

"I told you already!" Dean nearly shouted.

"I meant what happened between the two of you in the past, Dean" Sam clarified.

"What are you Dr. Phil?" Dean asked. "I'm not going to sit here and talk about my feelings for the next five hours"

"I think you should, man" Sam insisted. "I have been in your life ever since you took me out of college. Never did I ever hear you say the name Blaire in my life"

"It was history, okay?" Dean countered.

"You never tell me any of this stuff. How does she know about demons and the supernatural?" Sam complained. "Did you slip up and tell someone again?"

"Blaire is a hunter" Dean said.

"She is?" Sam asked. "You've known a hunter for this long and never mentioned her to me?"

"She's been in the business since she was 16, Sam, it all started when a demon made her adoptive grandfather and her only guardian insane" Dean explained.

"You know her history?" Sam stated.

"What's so wrong about that?" Dean asked.

"You never ask about anyone's history" Sam pieced together.

"Can't you just go to sleep now?" Dean asked.

"I will figure it out eventually" Sam promised.

"Well then that will be good for you" Dean sighed.

"How am I supposed to help her if I don't know what went wrong between you guys?" Sam asked.

"Don't focus on the past" Dean told his little brother. "Focus on the task at hand"

"You came here sooner than I expected" Blaire said the moment she opened the door.

"I had to" Dean walked in. "Look at my call log and tell me you don't remember any of those calls you sent me"

Blaire looked down at the phone and scrolled down, down, and down. Her beating heart seemed to have almost gone into cardiac arrest as she noticed that she called Dean almost over 50 times. Nothing seemed to have rang a bell as she noticed that she called him throughout different times of the days. The last call she gave him was at 4:30 in the morning just 10 days ago.

"I don't remember any of this" Blaire shuddered. "Not even the first call. Are you sure I didn't even hint where I was going? Maybe I sent you a-"

Something in Dean's face made her stop her sentence as she noticed that she didn't say a damn thing. The old Blaire knew something serious was going to happen, but was too stubborn enough to not to tell him anything. The new Blaire was now wishing that she trusted him more and left some sort of sign for him. Instead, they were all in a Motel 6 just staring at each other, not knowing what to think of this mess.

Dean slowly shook his head, "Nothing"

Sam walked over to a table and opened up his laptop and started to type in a few keywords into a search. Blaire looked around uncomfortably as she realized that they were all in neatly pressed clothing while she was caked in dirt with ripped jeans and a muddy tank top. Dean placed his bag down onto one of the beds and opened it up. She was surprised to see him take out a few clothes in her size and handed it over to her.

"Thanks" Blaire took the clothes. "I didn't think that you would take any of my clothes. Unless these are someone else's clothes. I remember how easily you get along with the ladies"

Blaire winked at him and then turned and went over to the bathroom. Dean turned around and noticed that Sam was staring at them in an odd manner. He ignored his brother's look and walked around the room uncomfortably. It almost felt like he was thrown back in time to a place that he would never forget.

"So, man, how did you meet her?" Sam asked.

Dean let out a frustrated sigh and decided not to tell his brother anything. Instead, he walked over to one of the beds and laid down on it, staring up at the ceiling. Sam looked over to his brother and noticed that he wasn't going to answer his question. As irked as he was, Sam decided to keep it cool and eventually find out for himself.

"You're going to have to sleep in the car" Dean suddenly said.

Sam looked up again, "Why?"

"Because there are only two beds" Dean motioned. "And I ain't waking up in a bed with you tomorrow morning"

"Why don't you just sleep on her bed" Sam said.

"That would be nice, but she would have no problem in stabbing me at night" Dean shrugged.

"Now I know why you sleep with a knife under your pillow" Sam said.

"Even though it would be nice to sleep on the same bed with a woman, this one is a toughie to crack. Since I'm the big brother, I say that you sleep in the car" Dean responded.

"Why can't I just sleep on the floor?" Sam asked.

"You really want to sleep on the floor of a Motel 6?" Dean asked. "I might be saving your ass by sending you out to the car"

"Then let's just leave" Sam insisted. "We don't even know if the creature that dropped her off here is actually in Texas anyways"

"Are you saying that we should run away from a job?" Dean asked.

"I'm saying that this might be bigger than we think" Sam countered. "She did say the last place she was at was in New York, we should start there. This could be a big problem if they find out that Blaire is coming after them. Maybe the time she doesn't remember anything was actually the demon and was trying to lure us into a trap? It's happened more than once before"

"Which is more of a reason to help her out right now" Dean straightened up from the bed.

"Something's not right about all of this" Sam told him.

Blaire let out a relaxed sigh was she smoothed her hands over her brown hair and closed her eyes. The water was so hot that it steamed up the bathroom and made it harder to breathe in the humidity. If she really just concentrated, then she could just imagine that she was in another job and on her own once again. But the nagging feeling of having her memory taken away from her just appeared right in front of her as she wondered what she did in the past 20 days.

"Think, girl. You've got to remember something" Blaire muttered to herself.

But nothing came. She knew that regaining a memory is one of the hardest things to do. But when she woke up on the side of the road covered in dirt with torn clothing, it makes someone wonder. Blaire opened her eyes and looked down to her hands to find them smooth and uncut.

"There's nothing there. Why were my clothes torn but no signs of a fight on my hands?" Blaire questioned herself. "What the hell did I get myself into now?"

Frustrated, she turned off the shower and heard the brothers talking possibilities over in the next room. Her mind went to a flashback where she would hear some kind of movie on as she knew Dean was in the next room. She wanted to go back to that time when it was just them on little jobs together and not him and his brother. Those times seem so much less stressful then the moment that she was currently living through, all she really knows is that once she finds out who took her memories… she was going to hunt them down and kill them herself.