"What?" Sam asked, smiling at the goofy look that was no doubt on my face. I quickly tucked my phone away, turning my attention back to my laptop, but I couldn't stop smiling.

I had tried so hard to hide it from Sam. In the back of my mind, I knew he would be happy for me, but it was my secret. At least for now.

"Dean, I can tell something's up. Come on, tell me," he continued to prod, shutting my laptop and forcing my attention on him.

"Nope, not gonna tell," I insisted, standing up and slapping him on the back. "Some things I just need to keep to myself."

Humming as I walked away, I pulled out my phone, my smile wide as I noticed the message pop up.

Two weeks later I could hear my phone dine with a message, but I was in the kitchen and it was on the map table. Leaving the makings of an epic sandwich, I raced down the hallway, reaching for my phone just as Sam's hand landed on it. "My phone," I grumbled, pulling it away from him. He stepped back, throwing his hands up.

"Dude, I wasn't trying to snoop. It went off, I was going to bring it to you," he explained. "Thought it might be about a case."

I protectively tucked my phone back in my pocket before heading back to the kitchen. As soon as I was out of view of Sam, I pulled it out, clicking on the messages.

So attuned to what I was replying, I didn't notice that Sam had crept into the kitchen and was standing directly behind me. "A girl?" He spoke up, startling me so much the phone slipped from my fingers, landing right in the mustard on my sandwich.

"Damn it, Sammy," I grumbled, picking my phone up and carefully wiping it off. "You know I hate it when you look over my shoulder."

He didn't even seem taken back by my annoyance. "So, you're texting a girl. That's why you've been in such a good mood lately. Tell me about her."

It wasn't anything against Sam, but I didn't want to talk about her. Things were going great right now, and I didn't want to ruin it. "Not right now," I started to say, reaching for my sandwich, but Sam reached out, stopping me.

"No, please. I want to hear about the girl who's made my brother happier than I've seen him in a long time," Sam insisted, sitting down at the table, picking a spare pickle from the edge of my plate. "So, spill."

Sighing, I sank down on the stool, my sandwich taunting me. "We met playing words with friends," I started, knowing that Sam would no doubt tease me mercilessly for it. "We played against each other, and then started talking. That's it, I swear."

"I don't think that's it," he answered. "But I'm glad. I just hope she knows the real Dean, and not the one you like to portray online."

I picked up my sandwich and stood up. "How do you know how I act online?"

"You're my brother. I know you," he chuckled. "So, when are you going to meet her?"

I hadn't even thought of that. We've had so much fun talking, but neither of us had mentioned meeting face to face. Yet. The thought had me wondering about the possibilities. "I mean, I haven't officially mentioned that I kill things that go bump in the night. But we haven't even mentioned meeting yet."

"Well, good for you," he said as I left the kitchen just as my phone buzzed once again.

It wasn't even 24 hours later Sam and I were packing up for a hunt. Throwing my duffel bag in the back seat, I couldn't help but notice the slight tickle of butterflies in my stomach. This hunt, probably a simple vengeful spirit, was a simple walk in the park. But it was only twenty minutes from Y/N, and that's what was driving me crazy.

I had already mentioned I would be up that way, slightly hinting that maybe we could meet up. She had answered right away, her text excited and asking for a place to meet. In a great mood, I turned up the music loud, ignoring the look Sam sent my way as I hummed along.

It was a three-hour road trip, and my good mood never slipped up as we headed closer to the hunt, and to Y/N.

"So, you're in an awfully good mood," Sam said when I switched tapes. "What's up?"

Picking a random tape from the glovebox, I shrugged. "Can't I be in a good mood?"

"Sure. But this is different," he insisted. "Are you going to meet up with her?"

"How did you know?"

I turned to face him just in time to see his eyes rolling. "Dean, you've been like an open book lately. Happy. Always checking your phone. You were packed and ready to go on this hunt before the words even left my mouth. So, are you meeting her?"

I nodded. "Yeah. She lives the town over, and she agreed to meet for pie."

Sam was smiling at me, and it was a relief that he seemed happy for me. While my nerves were driving me crazy as the meeting time grew closer. "I've never seen you this giddy over a girl before. It's kind of refreshing."

"Shut up," I muttered. "Let's just get this hunt overwith."

Three days later I was picking ghoul bits out of my hair, impatiently tapping on the side of the Impala as I waited for Sam to finish cleaning up. My phone laid heavy in my pocket. I was ready to text her, see when we could meet up. But I knew I needed a shower before I got even close to her.

"Sam!" I called out, impatiently trying to get him to hurry up. My phone dinged in my pocket, and I quickly pulled it out, smiling widely, my heart suddenly racing. I felt like a high school boy again, waiting between classes to catch a glimpse of the girl I had a crush on. But this girl I had never met, and I was truly petrified.

"You look like the ghoul I just burned," Sam chuckled, wiping his hands on his jeans, finally done. "Did she cancel?"

"The opposite," I gulped. "She's ready, hoping we can meet in an hour. An hour Sam!" My voice went an octave higher. "Am I really ready for this?"

Sam chuckled, "Dean, you've been so excited for weeks now. Just suck it up and go meet this girl."

I nodded, sliding behind the steering wheel, trying to calm my beating heart.

Within ten minutes I was clean from the shower, trying to decide between two flannel shirts when Sam took the control, pulling one out of my hand. "That one," he insisted. "And maybe a new t-shirt while you're at it."

I sniffed my shirt, and had to agree. Quickly throwing off the t-shirt, I took the one he handed me. Patting me on the back, he pushed me through the door. "Go knock her socks off."

It was a twenty minute drive to the small little cafe she had suggested, and I gave myself a pep talk the entire way over. "Dean, you've got this," I kept insisting. "You've been talking with her for weeks now. She knows you."

Pulling Baby into the parking lot, I glanced through the window, seeing an old couple in one booth. Another couple sat at the bar. But it was the woman at the the far window that had me mesmerized. All negative thoughts fled my mind as I stepped through the door. She glanced up at me, smiling wide and I knew everything was going to be perfect.