I am so sorry that I haven't updated in like, two weeks! I have had so many essays due! I can't believe that it has been a year since it first published this story! Thank you to everyone that has reviewed, and thank you for sticking with me for this long! I am determinded to finish this story! I don't know when it'll be but I won't give up! Hope you enjoy this one! Enjoy!~kt

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"Sunday, Monday, happy days. Tuesday, Wednesday, happy days. Thursday, Friday, happy days. Saturday, what a day, groovin' all week with you." The TV echoed throughout the bar and bedrooms. Sam slowly got up from his state of slumber. He couldn't even fathom what if had been like for her. He had enough scarred memories from Ruby and Azazel, but to have to go through both Heaven and Hell, it must have completely destroyed her. Sam made his way into the kitchen. Luna sat on a barstool watching TV.

"It's kina ironic, isn't it?" Luna said. Sam jumped; he hadn't realized that she knew he was here. After not hearing a response, she turned around. Her eyes were shiny and red, an after effect of crying. It wasn't much of a surprise to Sam. Luna's face was strong all last night, but he had figured it wouldn't be long until her mask cracked. "As if making a deal was that easy. Just because the Fonz doesn't kiss anyone for a full twenty-four hours, doesn't mean that he'll get his soul and Chachi's back."

Sam walked over and sat next to Luna. He faintly remembered watching this episode on late night TV. Luna was watching him intently. Sam was tip-toeing around her and that was the last thing she wanted. Sure she had been crying, but was it really necessary to be awkward about it? She huffed. It seemed like every nice guy she had met, with the exception of Alec, was afraid of her.

"I'm not going to kill you Sam," she grumbled and continued to watch her show, "I'm not even considering it, really. Well, perhaps Dean, but that's beside the point." Sam still sat there staring at her. What was he supposed to say? Luna scowled and got up. Fine if that was the way he wanted it, then so be it. She hastily pushed the barstool back and started to walk away. Sam panicked. This was his only chance, they didn't come around often, and he wasn't planning on blowing it. He couldn't pass her by. She meant so much to him already. From the moment he had seen her in the tree, she had gotten under his skin. The bed incident amplified his feelings for her.

"Luna! Wait!" Sam yelled and went after her. She stopped and turned to face him. She looked royally pissed.

"What?"

"Well, since we are leaving for Bobby's soon I was wondering if," Sam almost backed out and said something lame, but he wanted her, "If you would like to go out with me tonight?" Sam managed to stutter through the last part. Luna stared at him for a long time. She looked like a deer in headlights. Sam mentally kicked himself. He shouldn't have asked. It was too soon, and especially not after the night she had gushed her life's story. Sam opened his mouth to apologize, but Luna cut him off.

"Like a date?" She asked nervously. Sam's face relaxed. He scoffed at his nervousness, crinkled his nose and smiled.

"Yeah, like a date." Luna smiled shyly. This was the first time she had been asked out on a date in a long time. She would have to call Molly later and ask her for advice on what to do and stuff. "So is it a yes?"

"Yes," she said and Sam smiled even wider, "Want some breakfast?"

"Sure," said Sam taken aback from the sudden change in topic. Luna rummaged through a few cabinets and took out several pans. "Do you want some help?"

"If you want," Luna replied. Luna loved to cook. It relaxed her. And it was also a habit that she had inherited from her mother. If something was wrong there was always a pie on the counter, or cookies in the oven. "Be right back." Luna left Sam in the kitchen and turned on the jukebox. Journey's Lovin', Touchin', Squeezin' blared into the kitchen. Luna came back into the kitchen and took the eggs, bacon, and milk out of the fridge. She leaned over and grabbed pancake mix out of the cabinet below.

"What are we making?" he asked her. Sam watched her hips sway as she glided across the kitchen floor on her toes.

"Eggs, bacon, and pancakes…Luna style," She smirked. Luna remembered the day she had invented her crazy breakfast. Bobby and John had just come back from a hunt and the only thing they had in the house was breakfast food. So Luna did what she did best and made the best out of the ingredients she had. It was an instant favorite.

"Luna style?" Sam questioned.

"Yep, started it when I was sixteen and it's amazing!" She smiled, "here," she handed him a bowl, "Mix three cups of pancake mix in it and make batter."

"Okay," Sam said and did as he was told.

"Cause he lovin', touchin', sqeezin' another, now it's your turn girl to cry," Luna sang to herself.

"Oh na na na na na na, na na na na na, na na na na na na, na na na na na," Sam joined her in singing. She was smiling naturally and so was Sam. Things could only get better, Luna thought, and for the first time, in a long time, she actually believed it.

Luna turned on the stove and heated a pan up. She then opened up the bacon.

"Can I ask you something?" Sam asked as he mixed the batter.

"You just did," Luna said jokingly, "But yeah, you can try. No guarantee on the answer though."

"How did you do it?" Sam asked bluntly.

"Do what? Is the batter all set?"

"Yeah, here," Sam handed her the bowl of batter. She poured enough of the batter into the pan to cover the bottom. "How are you still, well, functioning, after everything that happened?"

"Honestly? I have no clue. I think that because I lost part of my life that I will never get back, I want to live each day like it's my last. I've already died once and it was hell, no pun intended. The worst part was all the unfinished business that I had. Oh, I never did formally thank you and Dean for killing Azazel, so thank you." Luna flipped the giant pancake. Sam was starting to really like Luna. She was so blunt most of the time and it was funny to him. A new song came on the jukebox. It was slower than the last one.

"Imagine there's no heaven," the lyrics said. Luna closed her eyes as she listened to the song. It was a favorite of hers. It was the same one that she had been singing when Sam walked in on her two nights ago. She finished the giant pancake, sizzled the bacon and scrambled the eggs. She placed the giant pancake in a bowl. Then she put the eggs and bacon in it.

"Do we have anymore pancake mix?" she asked Sam. He nodded and handed her the rest of it. She poured it all in the pan and let it cook. When it was finished she placed it on top of the bowl.

"What the hell is it?" Sam asked confused.

"Pancakes, eggs and bacon Luna Style," she said proudly. Footsteps sounded throughout the kitchen. Dean and Bobby came in looking sleepy. "Good mornin'" Luna said cheerfully and the two grumbled in response. She put down the bowl on the table.

"What is this?" Dean asked revolted. Bobby smirked.

"It's bacon, eggs and pancakes Luna style," Bobby explained as he chuckled to himself. He grabbed a plate and took a scoop for himself. "It was your father's favorite breakfast."

"If Luna and dad spent so much time together, why didn't we ever meet?" Dean asked now taking a scoop for himself. Luna sat down at the table and Sam across from her. Dean watched how his brother looked at her. She made him happy. Sam hadn't been like this in a while.

"He never wanted you guys to meet," Bobby explained, "He thought that you two idjits would kill one another and now I'm starting to think that he was right. But enough of the sentimental reminiscing crap, time to talk about the apocalypse. I found a book all about the Sol. The only problem is that it's in Gaelic."

"You don't speak Gaelic?" asked Sam. Bobby shook his head no.

"I don't know anyone either," Bobby said sadly.

"I think I might know someone who could read it, do you have it now?" Luna asked.

"Yeah it's in the glovebox of my car," Bobby said handing her his keys. She jogged out to the car. As soon as she was out of earshot, Bobby turned to the boys, "If either one of you idjits says anything about her killing her family, going to hell, or anything about her past, one of us will certainly murder you, she grew up with the perfect life and the carpet was ripped from underneath her feet making her face a cold reality as an orphan, at least you two had each other. I want you; yeah even you Dean, to be nice to her." The boys nodded in understanding at his speech. "And I swear if I catch either one of you in bed with her, I will castrate you."

Luna came bouncing back in as the boys discreetly moved their hands to their crotches. She sat back down and opened up the book. She scanned the first few pages getting a rough estimate on when the book was written.

"So who's this friend of yours?" Bobby asked.

"Me, I know Gaelic," Luna said still looking at the book.

"Really? And when did you learn that?"

"When I was in college. I had to take an extra class to make up for a lost credit, I took Gaelic. It explains that the Sol is a creature of many abilities. It had the power of grace, healing, and even immortality. The only way a Sol can die is basically if it uses all its mojo, or if it is subjected to a mix of angel blood and demon blood injected into the blood stream."

"How do you know if it uses all its mojo?" Dean asked.

" It says that the Sol will know. That's it. Well this is interesting."

"What?" asked Sam.

"It says that a virgin Sol is actually less powerful than a non-virgin Sol. Usually it's the other way around."

"Does it say why?"

"It says that the virgin Sol has not come to understand the passion of the human species until it has, well, done it."

"Well, which one are you?" asked Bobby.

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