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"So, what shall we eat?" I asked Sam. Sam looked at her. She was the craziest person he'd ever met. Well, maybe not the craziest, but she was surely different.

"Well, anything that moo's Dean will eat."

"So steaks it is." The two walked in the store. I had been here many times before, shopping for Bobby. I knew where everything was. We walked to the back of the store to the frozen section. Sam kept sneaking glances at me. I wondered what he was thinking. I picked up two packages of rib-eyes. Then I went down to the produce department and got four potatoes and a bag of carrots.

"Are you Irish or something?" Sam asked nodding to the meat and potatoes.

"Yeah, could you tell?" I joked holding up the potatoes. He chuckled to himself. He took the bag of potatoes, the meat and the carrots and put it in the basket that he was holding. "That's a good idea. Do we need anything else?" I pondered out loud.

"Yeah, I need to grab an apple pie for Dean." Sam said and picked up a prepackaged pie.

"You do understand that there is like 5 pounds of preservatives in that, right?" I asked him disgusted.

"Its Dean, he'll eat anything."

"Well he is not going to eat that," I declared. Sam gave me a funny look. "I'll make him a homemade one."

"Are you serious?" Sam asked. I nodded my head and went down the baking isle. I got everything that I needed and we went to the checkout line. We grabbed the bags and headed to my car. We hadn't said much in the store. I popped the trunk and put the groceries in it. We got in the car and I pulled out of the parking spot.

"I'm sorry, but I have to know," Sam started. I looked at him confused.

"Hmm?" I responded not knowing where this conversation was going.

"When you had your vision, you were screaming and moaning, are you okay?" my face got really hot. I wish that he hadn't brought that up. I was trying to forget that it ever happened. I took the turn to the field that I was at earlier and parked the car. Sam looked at me with concerned eyes.

"I, well, I don't really like to talk about some things that I see when I have my visions, like this one, but I'm fine really." Sam looked at me skeptically. "The best way for me to cope is to try to forget about it and be distracted from it. That's why I almost always have music on in the car, or constantly doodling and doing things." Sam seemed to understand this and he nodded his head.

"I understand." He said and looked straight ahead as if he knew exactly what I meant. He probably did. I turned the car around and drove home. Home, how good it felt to say that again. I never realized how much I missed it. Sam helped me bring in the grocery bags.

"Did you get the pie?" called Dean from the den.

"Yeah," Sam called back as he helped me put away the groceries. Dean walked into the kitchen.

"Where is it?" I held up a bag full of the pie ingredients. "That's not a pie."

"It will be in an hour," I replied.

"Wow, your making me pie?"

"I'm making pie, so I guess." Dean stood there with a goofy grin on his face. "How come you never make me pie?" he asked Sam.

"'Cause, well, we are never in reach of an oven."

"Nice save Sammy," said Dean as he went back into the den with Bobby. I smiled at the brother's conversation. I washed the apples and put them aside. I turned on the radio that hung under the cabinets. It wasn't tuned so I did so. I stopped at a classic rock station, one that I listened to when I was younger. Sam sat at the kitchen table with his laptop. I began to peel the apples.

"So whatcha looking for?" I asked Sam. I heard a few clicks of the keyboard and he looked up.

"I'm doing research about the Sol. There is virtually nothing on this," he told me. My mood quickly dropped. I had temporarily forgotten about the Sol. I sighed. Dean joined us in the kitchen.

"I don't know how Bobby came across this thing or how he figured out it was you," Dean said, "There are only three books that even mention the Sol. How's the pie coming?"

"Just finished peeling the apples." He nodded, grabbed two beers out of the fridge and sat down next to his brother. "No thanks, I'm all set."

"Oh sorry, you're old enough to drink?" asked Dean. I knew I looked young; I was always being carded at bars.

"Yeah, I'm twenty-six." Dean kind of choked on his beer.

"Seriously?" asked Sam.

"Yup, I still get carded at bars." It was true, just last week a bouncer asked me for my ID. "So about tomorrow, what are we getting into?"