Another chapter!

I'm really trying to get Sam and Dean's personalities right, but its harder than I thought it'd be...Any advice would help :)

-Christianne

Nikki POV

"So," I said, sitting on the back counter across from the two guys, trying to break the annoying silence. Travis was on his computer and Wendy had fallen asleep in the booth she was sitting in, leaving me no other options for conversation.

"I'm assuming you have a name?" I asked, my question directed at Green-Eyed Guy, who was still scowling into his coffee, which he had reluctantly asked for.

"Well you know what they say when you assume," he said, glancing up at me with a sarcastic smirk on his face.

"Ew. Grouchy." I said, making a slight disgusted face at him. Sam chuckled as he put his fork down on his plate, which still contained half an omelet.

"That, is my brother, Dean," Sam said, nodding towards Dean when he said 'that.' Dean sent him a glare, which Sam returned with only an eye roll over his coffee cup as he took a drink.

"So," Dean said, in what I'm guessing was a conversational tone. "You know our names and we don't know yours."

"Sam knows my name," I pointed out to him, making him narrow his eyes. "I guess its his choice if he chooses to share the information I've trusted him with." Sam laughed slightly, just a chuckle threw his nose, as he had a fork in his mouth.

"But, you don't seem like a rapist or a murderer." I stated, pausing to take a drink of my own coffee. "So, my name's Nikki." Dean rolled his eyes, Sam was trying to hold in a laugh.

"Where are you guys from?" I asked, trying to make conversation.

"We're heading to New York from St. Louis." Dean said reluctantly, only after Sam gave him a look. I think he would have said it himself if he didn't have food in his mouth.

"Thanks. Good to know. You didn't really answer my question." I said simply.

"What's with the third degree?" Dean snapped, half glaring at me.

"First, I haven't bashed your head into anything, so this isn't the third degree." I said in a tone Wendy called 'sassy,' but I was nearing pissed off territory. "And second, you two are the only people I've talked to in weeks that doesn't live here and isn't barking lunch orders at me."

"Oh drop it Nikki," Wendy said lazily from the booth she was in. She sat up and yawned, waking up from her nap. "You're just being nosey."

"No I'm not!" I snapped as I hopped off the counter and took Sam's now empty plate and fork. He sent me a polite smile as I did so. Oh why did he have to be so attractive?

"Now, you're just being rude." Wendy pointed out, smirking at me. I glared at her as I dropped Sam's plate into the buss-tray, Travis would have to wash later.

"Yes. To you." I said casually, taking my place back on the counter in front of Sam and Dean, who were having a quiet conversation between themselves. It looked like they were trying not to be amused by what they were hearing.

"Go to hell," Wendy snapped, flinging her hair over her shoulder dramatically and storming past me into the kitchen.

"Only if you drive!" I yelled to her, making Dean smile for a fraction of a second. "And I call shotgun!" I added, louder, making both boys chuckle.

"Drama queen," Travis muttered, slamming his laptop shut and rubbing his eyes.

"Nikki," I heard Sam say, gaining my attention quickly, easily, and completely. "Is there an auto-shop around here?-Besides the one that towed our car in the first place?"

"It was you boys' car Max towed?" Sid, the sheriff and half of the whole police force of Janesville, asked as he stepped through the door of the dinner.

"Yeah," Dean said, still in a bad mood about the whole thing.

"Ah hell...That kid is 29, and still doesn't get that his only job is to fix the damn cars that come in, and tow them when they call. Damn kid can't tow a car without my permission," Sid grumbled, sitting a seat away from Dean. "I'll have Jeremy get your car to his place as soon as he can." He assured him.

"There wouldn't be a chance of me working on my car myself, would there?" Dean asked, a charming smile on his face that I'm sure got him girls when he needed it to, and made him look just innocent enough to get Sid to agree.

"Just outta curiosity...How did you boys get your car outta the lot?" Sid asked, looking the boys like he looked at all tourists; criminals.

"We...Uh..." Sam tried to form a sentence, while Dean seemed suddenly interested in his coffee.

"The gate was unlocked, right?" I asked Sam, sending him a quick glance I hope told him to play along.

"Yeah," Sam said, acting like he'd just remembered the fact. "The guy must have forgot to lock it when he left."

"I always told him to double check that damn gate before he left," Sid sighed, shaking his head as he stood up. "I'll see you at lunch Nik." He said with a wave over his shoulder as the bell rang, signaling someone had left.

"And he wonders why he didn't get into Harvard," I sighed as Sid left, walking down the street, waving at a few people as he did do.

"Harvard?" Sam asked, laughing slightly.

"Yup." I said with a grin. Sam shook his head as he chuckled, trying to compose himself so he could get a drink of his coffee.

"Hey, think I could get some'a that?" Dean asked, pointing to the apple pie in the glass case.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were a ten year old boy whose parents are out of town. It's nine in the morning!" I said sarcastically to him.

"First thing sweetheart, I'm not ten year old boy," He said with a suggestive wink and a charming smile. "And second," he paused dramatically. "It's never too early for pie."

"Ok then," I sighed, sending Sam a look. He smiled instantly and started to laugh, which would have been a good thing if he didn't have his coffee up to his face, so he ended up snorting coffee out of the mug, making it go over the mug and onto his face and shirt.

"Smooth," Dean teased as he motioned for me to give him a bigger slice of apple pie. Sam gave him a sort of 'Really?' look as he grabbed a wad of napkins to wipe his face and shirt off.

Huh...Shirt off.

It's official.

I've been spending way too much time with Wendy.