My eyes slowly opened to the dimly lit room with a dull snore hovering over the bed.

I glanced over to see Nick was still asleep. With all my might, I slid out of bed and began to slowly pull some shorts on under one of Nick's shirts I had stolen for the night.

I sighed, put on some socks, slipped out of the room, and quietly clicked the door shut. 

I turned from the door and began to slowly make my way downstairs. I took in the still house as it sat quiet, indicating Bobby was still asleep as well, but I froze when my eyes landed on someone lying on the couch.

Asleep.

I squinted at him suspiciously as I slid through the living room and without removing my gaze from him, I backed into the Kitchen only to collide with someone else.

"Shit!" I gasped, spinning around to come face to face-with someone new.

"Uh, Hi." He smiled and I couldn't help but notice his gorgeous smile, dimples, and the way his eyes lit up as he realized what was standing in front of him - a woman. "You're new," he smirked, his eyes tracing Nick's baggy shirt and the illusion of me not wearing pants or shorts seemed to keep his gaze lowered.

"So are you," I stated, shifting around him and moving towards the coffee pot, which already had coffee. "Did you make this?" I asked, looking over my shoulder to realize he was now sitting at the Kitchen table, as I turned to face him, he shot his eyes from my butt to my face to answer.

"Uh, yeah." He answered, sipping on the coffee cup that was placed in front of him. 

"Ugh, is there coffee?" groaned the other person who was now entering the Kitchen. The same person that was lying on the couch. 

"Apparently."  I grinned, passing this guy a cup and glancing over at the other one.

"Bobby must be doing well." smirked the guy sitting at the table as the taller one of the two gestured for me to get coffee first. 

"Thanks," I whispered, pouring some into my mug and then moving over to allow him to access the coffee pot next.

"How do you figure?" asked the taller one as he turned from the coffee pot leaned against the counter and began to take a swig of his coffee. The guys looked at each other before the shorter one of the two nodded at me. "Forgive him, he's - he's -"

I raised my eyebrows as I sturred in my sugar and creamer and looked from one of the guys to the other.

" - Adorable." The guy at the table winked at me as the other rolled his eyes.

"You're full of yourself, aren't you?" I giggled over the steam of my coffee as the taller one snorted into his. 

"Sam." The taller of the two introduced himself. "Sam Winchester, and you're -?"

"- Dani Rhett." I grinned, reaching over and shaking his hand. 

"Dani." repeated the other guy at the table.

"That's..." Sam cleared his throat and adjusted himself back against the counter. "...That's Dean."

"Dean?" I repeated, looking over at him, catching him eyeing me again and biting his lower lip. "You're really enjoying yourself, aren't you?"

"I wouldn't if I were you," Dean bit his lip, catching my eyes now. 

"Wouldn't what?" I challenged, moving towards the kitchen table and dropping into the same chair I was in last night. 

"Tease me like that." He grinned slightly, picking up his cup again. "you won't regret it - but you'd get a little dirty -"

"- Dude this is Bobby's guest, what the hell?" Sam interrupted, catching Dean off guard. "We don't  even know who this girl is and you're already -"

"- It's okay." I waved for Sam to calm down. "I'm sure my Boyfriend would have plenty to say about this interaction."

"Boyfriend?" Dean echoed, looking down at my shirt.

"Yeah, the shirt didn't give it away?" I smirked, holding my mug up with both hands. "I'm Bobby's guest, yes..." I nodded at Sam before turning back to Dean.  "...but I'm not with Bobby, I came to him for help."

"Help?" asked Sam, moving towards the table now. 

"Typical." Dean coughed, earning a glare from Sam and me. Realizing our gaze he spoke again, "What? It's typical a girl like her, taken and a damsel in distress -?"

"I don't think she's a damsel in distress," Sam said, dropping into the chair across from us. "Isn't that your car out there?"  Sam gestured towards the front of the house.

"That Purple Challenger?" Dean pushed, looking from Sam to myself.

"Yep." I grinned, watching Dean adjust himself to face me more.

"What year is it -?" He started, but I interrupted him by placing my mug on the table and clearing my throat.

"It's a 1978 Dodge Challenger. It's the second generation of the Challenger and was based on the Mitsubishi Galant Lambda. It can go from 0 to 60 in about 10 seconds. It has a Torque Flite automatic transmission—it's a three-speed with either 77 or 105 horsepower—don't ask me about the engine itself, though." I shrugged, picking up my coffee cup again.

"...Dean are you alright?" asked Sam, as Dean blinked across the table at me.

"Yeah," Dean's voice came out softly this time as he just looked from Sam to me and gave a small grin. Not the same type of grin he had been wearing since we met, but a genuine one. "Where have you been?"

In that moment, our eyes locked again and something foreign came over us. the stare lingered for a few minutes only to be interrupted by Sam clearing his throat and nudging Dean as footsteps started to approach the Kitchen.

"Morning," grumbled a familiar voice as my eyes finally flickered away from Dean as Nick entered the Kitchen sleepy-eyed. Dean and Sam exchanged inside looks before I rose to meet Nick over at the coffee pot. "Why didn't you wake me when you got up?"

"I wanted to let you sleep," I stated, leaning against the counter and finding my eyes hovering at the Kitchen table. "Nick - Babe - this is Sam and Dean."

"Who?" Nick yawned, looking around the kitchen only to go wide-eyed when he realized there were two new faces across the room he hadn't noticed before. "Oh, fuck - I'm sorry -"

Sam and Dean nodded in unison with amused expressions as they both rose to meet Nick who had moved towards them to shake their hands.

As he and Dean shook hands, Dean's eyes didn't even meet Nick's - they locked onto mine, over his shoulder.