2 weeks later you found yourself being taken along as Sam and Dean answered a call from their friend Donna.

"Seriously? You're answering a call about a kid about refuses to take off a bunny mask?" You asked as you lounged in the backseat, wishing you were back at the bunker. Better yet, if you were wishing, you wanted it to be over with Amara and lounging on a beach somewhere with Dean.

"Donna wouldn't call for just anything." Dean said from the seat, and you frowned at the note of affection in his voice. You hadn't had a chance to meet Donna yet, and you were already starting to feel jealous over her.

"Sure." You muttered, slumping even farther down in the seat, missing the curious glance Dean sent your way in the rear view mirror. Plugging in your headphones, you decided to be childish and ignore them for the rest of the trip.

Somewhere along the line, you had fallen asleep, your head pressed to the side window. A soft shaking of your shoulders and you woke up to see Sam shaking you awake. "Sam?" You said groggily, wondering why it was him and not Dean.

"Hey sleepyhead. We're here, at the station. Dean already went in to talk to Donna, so let's hurry up and meet him." Sam said.

"He didn't wait?" You asked, frowning. Things had been going good between you and Dean, and you wouldn't have figured he would take off like that.

"Nope. Him and Donna get along pretty well. I think he was excited to see her." Sam explained as you slowly climbed out of the car, your back creaking from sleeping in one spot too long. He didn't notice the tiny worry lines on your forehead, or the way your body tensed up at the idea that Dean might be in there flirting with another woman. Instead you followed behind him, seeing Dean up ahead, laughing at something a blonde woman said. It was his easy, natural laugh, where he threw his head back, something he only did around friends. It made you want to hate the sheriff already, and you hadn't even met her yet.

Sam finally looked back, noticing your tenseness. "Hey, what's up?" He asked you, stopping in the hallway and giving you his full attention.

"Sam, does he really like her?" You asked, hoping he would understand your meaning without you sounding too stupid. 

Sam raised an eyebrow, smartly getting what you were implying. "Y/N, after everything the two of you have been through, you think he's going to throw that all away for her? I thought you were smarter than that." 

"I know. But it's just that after everything that's happened, I'm always afraid something else is going to try to tear us apart. I'm afraid that the good thing we have going on will not last." You told him one of your biggest fears, almost as big as facing Amara. "And so you are saying that he likes her." You said, reading between the lines.

Sam threw his hands up, shaking his head. "What? No, Y/N, I didn't mean it like that. Of course he likes her, I do to. But not in the way you are implying. She's like family. If you'd even give her a chance you'd see." He backtracked, trying to make you understand. But you looked her way again, watching as she smiled up at Dean, her eyes shining bright with genuine caring. 

"I'll give her a chance. I don't really have a chance. But look at them Sam. They seem happy, and maybe it'd do him some good to be with a person who isn't so..." You said, your words breaking off at the end of your sentence. 

"Y/N, what are you saying? That you aren't good enough for my brother? That's bullshit and you know it. The two of you are great together, and have gone through heaven and hell, literally, to prove it. Now shut up and let's get up there before they notice somethings up." Sam ordered, and you nodded, pretending that you agreed with Sam, and that you were taking your words back. 

Staying close to Sam, you forced yourself to move forward, pass officers that looked you up and down, to criminals sneering at you, their hands cuffed to the chairs. You glared back, your hunter instinct bringing your guard up against the criminals in front of you. What seemed like a walk down executioner's role was probably only seconds long, but it was too short of a time before you were entering Donna's office, where Dean was laughing at something Donna said. 

"There you are!" He exclaimed, grabbing you and pulling you to his side, as Sam sent you a look, arguing silently that he was right. You smiled at him, before letting Dean crush you to his side. It was only for a moment, before he resumed his somewhat professional FBI stance, this time with you standing next to him. "Donna, you remember Sam. And this is my girl, Y/N."

"This is Y/N?" Donna asked, an accent coloring her words, and she turned her brown eyes your way, studying you closely. "Y/N, I hope we will have time for some little girl time. It can't be easy traveling around with these two men all the time." She told you, a huge, adorable smile breaking out on her face.

You could feel your walls crumpling, between Dean's introduction, and her peppy upbeat attitude, you couldn't hold a grudge against her. "That sounds great. It'd be nice to get away from so much testosterone." You agreed.

"Oh yeah, you betcha." She said, and you smiled, deciding your earlier assumptions were stupid, and that you might really enjoy this hunt after all. 

"Hey!" Dean argued. "Are you gonna take Sam with you too? With his hair, I'm sure he'd fit more in with you and a girl's night." Dean teased, just as the deputy came in to talk to Donna.

Sam didn't have a chance to retaliate before everyone's attention turned to the awkward deputy. "Sheriff Donna? I can take them back now if you'd like. I know you're super busy." He said, and you could literally see his heart in his eyes as he stared at her. 

"No Deputy, I've got this." She said, totally oblivious to the fact that he was crushing on her. 

"Okay." He said, his face falling as he left the room. As soon as he was out of ear shot, you turned to Donna. 

"He totally likes you." You whispered, as Sam and Dean both stared at you in shock, probably for different reasons. 

"Nah." She argued, but you could tell you got her thinking. You didn't know her story, if she was married, had been married, swung the other way. You weren't sure, but you could see the sudden nervousness cross her face. "But anyways, let's head back and take a look."

Dean walked along side her, and you took up the rear with Sam. He playfully pushed his elbow into your side. "See, did you have anything to worry about?" He asked you, and you shook your head. 

"Nope. I know I was being stupid, but I can't help looking for bad things to happen. That's all that happens to us it seems like. But she seems pretty cool." You said, as she unlocked the door to the holding cells.

You let them walk ahead, almost running into Sam's back when he stopped. Standing on your tiptoes to look over Dean's shoulder, you reeled back at the grotesque figure in front of you. The body wasn't too bad, just that of a normal man, but with blood covering his shirt. It was the huge, fuzzy head of a bunny that was placed on his shoulders that was creeping you out. It had huge eyes staring at you, blood splashed across the white fake fur, the pink little nose scuffed with blood. It was something that could haunt your nightmares.