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Sorry this chapter is short…Exams are kicking my ass right now, and even though writing is relaxing a therapeutic for me, this short little blurb is all I can come up with right now.

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-Christianne

Nikki POV

"Oh. My. God!" Wendy said dramatically a few hours later.

"What?" I asked, walking to my room to start packing it up. Travis said that if I packed everything up, he'd drive it to my house. Well, the house that my aunt owned and I was going to be living in. Wendy offered to help. Well, I think she did.

"Them!" She said, pointing towards the door. I'm assuming she meant Sam and Dean. "I mean, you're all flirty and shit with them! Stop hogging their Adonis-like-glory!" She pouted childishly.

"Are you going to help me pack or not?" I asked, grabbing armfuls of clothes and tossing them in one of the many boxes Sid had brought over for me. She rolled her eyes and sighed, flopping onto my bed. "And I don't 'flirt'!" I snapped at her.

"So, which one do you like better?" She asked casually as I was carefully wrapping my picture frames.

"I have no idea what you mean," I mumbled as I packed my frames snuggly in a box.

"Oh, come on!" Wendy groaned. "I know you haven't had a boyfriend since Mr. Yale, but you're a woman Nik! You can't tell me you don't have a preference between a butt you could bounce a quarter off of, and puppy dog eyes that, I'm sure, would make me drop my-"

"Wendy!" I snapped at her, blushing beet red at her descriptions of the boys downstairs.

"What?" She asked. "You know it's true!"

"I-It-He-Ok, fine it's true! But that's not the point!" I said, carefully packing up more knick knacks and books. "And his name wasn't Mr. Yale, his name was Percy."

"Then what is the point?" Wendy practically yelled, while dramatically falling back on my bed. She ignored my comment about Percy. I guess she really didn't like him.

"Don't you think a guy with a smoldering stare and a great butt, and a guy with puppy-dog eyes-"

"Panty dropping puppy dog eyes," Wendy corrected me. I blushed a bit and threw a pillow at her. Why was everything that came out of her mouth dirty?

"Yeah, sure, anyway, don't you think they'd have, oh, I don't know, girlfriends?" I asked, stopping to stare at her, my arms full of books.

Wendy shot up and stared at my with wide blue eyes and her hair a mess from laying on my bed. "Huh. Didn't think of that." She said, frowning a bit. After a few moments, she looked like she was in pain. That was Wendy's thinking face.

"Enough thinking, it doesn't work well for you," I said, lightly kicking her leg as I passed, my arms still full of books. "Now help me pack!"

An hour later, my small room in Wendy's apartment was packed up and ready for Travis to bring down to his truck. We walked back down, talking about what to do the rest of the day until business picked up.

"What? What do you mean Monday?" I heard Dean bellow as me and Wendy entered the dinner, our small-talk cut off.

"I'm sorry boys," I heard Sid sigh. They must have been talking about getting their car into a garage. "Can't get ahold of him, you'll just have to wait."

I reminded myself to call Jeremy on his cell (a number Sid didn't have) to see it he could let Dean use his garage.

"Sir, I get that," Sam started, his voice sort of desperate sounding. "But we had a-"

"Son, there's nothing I can do." Sid cut him off. "And since you boys are gonna be here for a while, see the local landmarks. Get the nice rooms at the hotel. Have another slice of pie." The sheriff continued to list things off as he put his hat back on and walked out of the dinner. Sam rested his elbows on the table, and his face in his hands. Dean was glaring out the window at his car.

"You two want anything?" I asked from behind the counter. Dean shook his head, now glaring at the table top.

"Yeah..." Sam said, looking up from his cell phone he'd pulled out before. "Is there a place I can charge my phone?"

"Yeah, up here," I said, gesturing to the counter.

"Kay...Be right back..." He mumbled, getting up and walking out the door. I saw him grab a backpack out of the back seat before slamming it shut and walking back into the dinner. He slung the backpack up on the counter and unwound the charger cord from the plug in. As he plugged his phone in, I took the wall socket end and plugged it into the socket under the counter.

"Thanks." He mumbled, dropping his phone on the table and leaning back on his stool.

"So...Where are you two not going?" I asked, trying to make conversation.

"New York." He said simply.

I blinked at him. "That is the vaguest answer you could have given." I told him seriously.

"No, the vaguest answer I could have given was 'someplace.'" He corrected me.

"Ok, now, you're just avoiding the question." I said, leaning on the back counter.

"No, I'm correcting your question." He corrected me. Again.

I narrowed my eyes a bit as I looked at him, and the small, smug smirk on his face. I knew that face… "You went to law school didn't you?"

"Stanford, pre-law," he said proudly. I won't hold that against him.

"Ah, another piece of the puzzle," I said dramatically, falling into a stool behind the counter.

"Puzzle?" He asked, checking to see if his phone had a charge yet.

"Vague answers, pre-law student, an old car that was impounded and now out of commission; dude," I scoffed. "You are a walking puzzle. I mean, I don't even know your last name."

He laughed slightly and rolled his eyes. "Winchester." He said after a few minutes. I'd started to read the book I kept under the counter for the slow times during the day.

"Great guns. What about'em?" I asked, flipping the page in my book.

"My last name," Sam said. I looked up, seeing a small smile on his face. "Well, our last name," he corrected himself, gesturing towards Dean, who was still glaring at his coffee.

I grinned up at him. Even though we were both sitting down, he was still taller than me. "Good to know...Sam and Dean Winchester." I trailed off, going back to my book.