The next morning, Blaire groaned slightly at how blinding the sunlight was on her face. She squinted against the light and cursed herself for not closing the drapes. Blaire shifted her face deeper into the pillow and tried to will herself back into her dreams. But it was already too late; the sun had done its work on waking her up.

Blaire turned around in her bed and nearly hit Dean's face. She studied him as his chest moved up and down in slow motion. Blaire smiled as she noticed that there was a slight whistle that he would let out each time he breathed out. With his face so close to hers she could really make out his freckles and light ginger stubbles on his lower cheek and chin.

"Wake up" she whispered to him.

But he didn't wake up, Blaire knew he wouldn't. She leaned her face into his and started to give him Eskimo kisses until he moaned and started to move.

"That's so uncool"

Despite saying that, Dean smiled and opened his eyes and looked at her. Blaire stopped the series of Eskimo kisses and smiled back to him.

Dean leaned his face into hers and gave her a kiss that molded into her lips. She smiled into it as her eyes closed.

"Good morning" Blaire said to him.

Blaire got up and stretched slowly as she looked outside of the window. The junkyard seemed to have looked very nice for some reason on this particular morning, but something was missing. She leaned over and noticed that there were only two cars out in the front instead of three. Bijan had left once again.

She didn't remember hearing anything about him leaving so soon. Worry came over her as she hoped that her friend didn't leave to go and find the blueprints. Wherever he was, she hoped that this time he was extra careful. She didn't want anyone to die on her part.

Dean groaned again as he sat up on his elbows, "What's a matter?"

"Why do you think something is wrong?" Blaire turned to him.

"Come on. I know you too well" Dean cocked his head to the side.

Blaire gave him a small smile before looking back out to the parking lot, "Bijan left again"

"That doesn't really surprise me" Dean said as he got up.

"But he probably left to go fetch the blueprints" Blaire reasoned.

"So?" Dean asked. "Don't we need them? He's a hunter like all of us. He can take care of himself"

Blaire decided to let this one go, "Let's start heading over to the kitchen. It smells like Bobby's cooking up a feast"

"I didn't know Bobby could cook so much" Dean complimented.

"He always does" Blaire scooted out of the bed. "That's one of the reasons why I love coming here so much. He is such a great cook"

"I never knew that"

"That's not very surprising. Wait until you eat his biscuits" Blaire stopped and then smiled. "Or his pie"

"Blaire, he makes pie?" Dean looked over to her.

"Of course! He talks about them all the time" Blaire went on. "He can't stop making them to the point that I felt like I was being held hostage. Especially to his apple pie"

Dean heard enough, he was out the door before Blaire could slip on one of Dean's button up shirts. She quickly raced down the stairs to see him stopping and noticing Sam at the table drinking coffee while Bobby was at the stove.

"You make pie! Why haven't you ever told me you make pie?"

"What?" Bobby asked. "I don't know how to make pie"

Dean was about to yell at the top of his lungs to Bobby but then stopped. He straightened up and looked over to Blaire who smiled and walked over to the counter. Blaire let out a little giggle as she poured herself a cup of coffee as she felt Dean's eyes on her the whole time. She gave him a little wink as she sat down across the table from Sam.

"Oh, you're cute"

"Thank you, Dean" Blaire smiled up at him.

"No, not like that, baby! I didn't mean it" Dean grumbled. "How could you do that to me? You know how much I love pie! You can't just make up a lie about that"

"But it was so tempting" Blaire shrugged. "You never notice anything about anyone. Plus, you are too obsessed with pie. I believe it's starting to become a problem"

"I notice things about people"

"Name something about Bobby, Dean"

"That's not fair" Dean retorted. "I barely see him from time to time. We barely talk about personal lives"

"I think I proved my point. Sorry" Blaire said.

"She's got a point" Sam told his big brother.

"Sam, shut up" Dean grumbled.

"Just sit down" Blaire moved out a chair beside her. "I'm sorry I waved pie in your face"

"Fine. But you owe me…" Dean pulled out a chair and plopped down. "So what happened to the Prince? He left to his palace again?"

Bobby had a look of irritation on his face, "He left in the middle of the night"

"Did he leave a note or something?" Sam picked up his head from reading the newspaper.

"What do you think he is, a girl? Of course not!" Dean teased.

"Hey! What's wrong with notes?"

"Nothing! It's just that he didn't leave one" Dean mentioned.

"Guys, he will come back" Bobby said.

"But what if he gets hurt? How will we be able to protect him?" Blaire asked. "He should've told us"

"He'll come back" Bobby set down a couple of plates in front of the three hunters.

"But why can't he tell us where he is going?" Sam asked. "What is he hiding?"

Poster! I have a poster for this story up on my photobucket site, just go to my homepage and find the one with Dean in it! I really enjoyed creating this story and I hope you guys will read it to the end! Thank you for reading it!