After breakfast, Dean had volunteered to clean up, and you headed into the library. Once in there, you stood there, wondering what you should do with a day off. You weren't sure you wanted to sit and watch a movie, but there weren't that many other options in the bunker.

Grabbing a novel off of one of the bookshelves, you slid into one of the seats, tucking your legs up underneath you. You hardly had time for leisurely reading, and you decided it was the perfect time. Before you started reading, you listened to Dean in the kitchen, slamming pots and pans together, singing off key to a classic rock song that was stuck in his head.

Smiling, you started reading, and soon lost track of time as you got sucked into the book. It was relaxing, and soon you had forgotten all your problems as you became entranced in the story line the book provided.

You were so involved in your book, that you hadn't noticed the noise in the kitchen had quieted down. All of a sudden, your shoulders were grabbed from behind, and you screamed, hitting whoever was behind you with your book.

As you calmed down, you heard Dean start chuckling behind you. "Damn it Dean, you scared the crap out of me!" You yelled at him, hitting him in the shoulder with your book again.

"Sorry." He apologized, but he had a huge grin on his face, and you knew the apology was more for your benefit. "You just looked so peaceful, and relaxed." He told you.

"So you decided to scare me?" You replied, but you weren't mad. 

"So while I was in the kitchen I got a call from an old hunter acquaintance . Supposedly there is a vamp nest about an hour from here." He told you, sitting in the chair across from you. 

"Are we going to take it then? Or is he already on it?" You asked him.

He nodded his head. "I told him we would take it. I'm getting bored here. And it's a lot closer to us than to him. Any idea when Sammy should be back? Or should we make it a date?" He asked you, wagging his eyebrows at you, making you laugh, but not as hard as you usually do, because your mind automatically went back to the deal with Sam.

"I think his errands will last him a while. Let's you and I go. Then maybe we can stop and get something to eat." You told him, standing up and stretching. 

"Pie?" He asked, standing up and following you to the garage.

 "Of course. We can get pie." You laughed.

The ride to the vamp's nest was fun. It had been too long since Dean and You and gone on a hunt alone. The both of you sang along to the songs on the radio, each trying to outdo each other on the solo's.

Dean had you laughing so hard, that you had to admit defeat. Trying to calm down, you checked your phone, noticing you had a missed text from Sam. 

"So I just met with her." Was all it said, and you knew he had purposefully left her name out in case Dean read your phone.

"And?" You texted back, needing to know more. Making sure you were far against the window, you kept your phone tilted so Dean couldn't see the screen.

"Are you home? We need to talk about it." He quickly texted back.

You turned to Dean. "Hey didn't you tell Sam we were heading on the hunt?" You asked him. He had finally come down from his high of winning the sing off, and was currently tapping his finger along to the song playing on the radio.

"Nope. But I did leave him a note." He replied, and you shook your head.

You texted Sam back. "No, Dean heard of a hunt. We are heading there now."

You waited for his reply, and you missed the quick glance Dean gave you. "What are you doing? Texting your secret boyfriend?" He teased, but you noticed a hint of insecurity. 

"No, just Sam. He was wondering where we are." You told him as truthfully as possible.

"Oh." Was all he answered.

You checked your phone, and noticed Sam had replied while you had been talking to Dean. "A hunt? How far away? Do you need me to join you?"

You asked Dean. "Do you want Sam to join us?"

He shook his head. "Nah, we've got it covered. And this way we have some time to ourselves."

You texted Sam what Dean had said, adding the fact that he hadn't told you anything about meeting with Rowena yet.

"I promise. As soon as you get back, I will tell you about it. It's safer that way." He texted back, and you put your phone away, hating the fact that you would be wondering for the rest of the hunt.

"That was a lot of texting." Dean said, as he pulled up to a rickety RV park. There were only three or four beat up campers in it, the rest of the spots were weeded over. 

"Sam was worried." You answered, getting out of the car, and getting your machete from the back. 

"Let's go." Dean said simply, and the two of you made your way to the boarded up campers. "You take one, I take the other?" He asked, and you nodded.

He went to the biggest camper, swinging the door wide open. You went to the next one, a more quiet approach. With the windows boarded up, it was hard to see inside the dark room, and you wanted to hold your breath to get away from the rotten, stink that filled the small area. 

Holding your machete out in front of you, you took a step in, and you were immediately met by a female vampire trying to jump you. Apparently she had heard the squeak of the door. She landed on you, knocking you back, into the side of the fridge. The two of you grappled for a moment, and finally you swung her off of you, where she landed on the table. Before she could leap up, you had your machete and you swung it, taking her head clean off in a single swipe.

You glanced around, but she was the only one in the trailer. Stepping out, you moved to the third one, but it was empty. Making your way to the one that Dean was currently rocking, you were almost ready to grasp the handle when it stilled. Dean stood at the door frame, covered in blood, but with a huge smile on his face.

"The other two?" He asked.

You shrugged, following him as he headed out of the trailer, to a fridge that was sitting outside. Opening it up, he grabbed a beer before tossing you on. "Only one vamp in that one. The other was empty."

He nodded, dipping his hands into a rain barrel, washing the blood away. You had been more lucky, most of the blood had sprayed against the window, away from you. "So, how about that pie?" He asked, and you shook your head, amazed at how childish he could be at times.