Gabriel had been through so much. Centuries and centuries of living. The war in Heaven had been too much for him. Michael had put Lucifer in the cage, humanity had started, officially, and Father had....disappeared. Just gone.
But despite God being...absent....Heaven moved on like normal. And Gabriel followed along, or he tried at least. But it got too tiring. Too many rules, too many guidelines, too much....it was just all plain...trudging along day after day, doing basically the exact same thing.
After...who knows how long, he was done. Gabriel left, faked his death. It was too much, all of it. The fighting was too much, the rules were too much, he just...couldn't take it. It was boring, slow, and yet at the same time overwhelming.
But now he was the Trickster, otherwise known as Loki. He could cause all the mischief he wanted, play all the pranks his heart desired. It was all fun and games, he could go anywhere and do anything.
And yet, after so many years of traveling and playing pranks, part of him couldn't help but feel like it was all getting old. It was all the same, day after day, and part of Gabriel wondered if that would ever really change for him.
Maybe someday, something or even someone, would come along and change his whole world forever.

Gabriel sighed, moving along the aisles of the grocery store slowly, looking over the shelves for nothing in particular. He couldn't help but think that this was the fourth time in two weeks that he was wandering the grocery store. He sighed, muttering, "Could use a change of scenery."
Turning to the next aisle, he stopped, tilting his head as he watched a girl pace up and down the aisle. She looked upset, angry, and just exhausted.
Gabriel looked over her, smiling slightly as her saw her eyes, the sparkle in them. Her hair was gorgeous, and it worked perfectly for her, just the right style and just the right color. Her lips were in a pout, and for a split second he wished she was smiling right at him instead of glaring at the shelves.
Walking forward, he called out, "What did the beer do to you?"
Her gaze instantly flashed to him, and he smiled as she gave him an apologetic smile. "Nothing, they just...the store doesn't have the brand my brother wants right now."
Gabe stuffed his hands in his pockets, walking towards her. "What brand?"
She laughed, looking down. "Labatt Blue," she replied, before meeting Gabriel's eyes. "And apparently it's one of the more popular ones."
Gabe pouted, as if he was thinking, before walking towards her, stopping only a foot or so from her. He leaned down, looking at some of the lower shelves. He snapped his fingers before saying, "Are you sure they're out?"
She leaned down as well, saying, "i couldn't find any but-" He smiled as she gasped.
He stood as she crouched, pulling out one more 12 pack of beer. She sighed in relief, before smiling at him widely. "Thank you, really."
"Ah, it's no problem," Gabriel replied.
She smiled, before walking a few feet. He watched as she stopped then, turning around. "I never got your name," she said, a certain smile on her face.
Gabriel took a deep breath, looking at her for a moment. She was different, different in a way he had never really encountered. Then, in that one moment, he felt a way he hadn't in a long time, a way that he wasn't sure he would ever feel fully to be honest. And in that one moment, for a reason he couldn't fully grasp, he told her, "Gabriel."
Her smiled widened, a slight pink tint on her cheeks. "Y/N," she said. "Have a good night, Gabe."
He smiled as she turned back around, leaving him in the aisle alone. His smile fell as she walked from his sight. "What was that?"

You smiled as you stepped into the motel, setting the beer on the table. Sam looked at you as you sat, Dean instantly grabbing a beer. "You alright, Y/N?" Sam asked.
"Fine," you replied, smiling at him.
"You seem weird," Dean said, eyeing you.
You sighed, unable to really wipe the smile from your face as you rolled your eyes. "Will you stop going overprotective older brother on me? It gets really old really fast."
Dean scoffed, leaning back in his chair. "Never."
"Are you sure nothing happened?" Sam asked, leaning forward.
You sighed, looking at him. "Sammy, you're my twin, not my older brother. Don't follow Dean's example."
"We may be twins but I'm still older," Sam replied, smirking.
You groaned, looking at the ceiling. "Three minutes does not count!"
"Yes it does," Sam replied, laughing.
"Plus, he's taller than you," Dean added.
Your gaze moved to him in a flash. "I can still kick both your asses," you replied.
"Bring it!" Dean yelled, a large smile on his face.

You smiled as you saw Sam roll over on the bed next to yours, hearing Dean mutter something not soon afterwards. Rolling over again, you looked out the window, the curtains drawn enough to let the moon shine through.
You couldn't help but let your mind wander, just aimlessly. The first thing that came up was your dad, and how you were still missing. You pushed than away though, not wanting to focus on that. Even after a few months of searching, you weren't sure how to feel about Dad just disappearing.
No, instead you pushed your thoughts to the Grocery store today, and more specifically Gabriel.
He had surprised you, in a way that you had never really thought anyone could. Gabriel was kind, and funny. You had both barely exchanged any words, but somehow you couldn't get him out of your mind. His smile was different, almost like Dean's actually- a smile that seemed cocky and arrogant, but hid something below it. And the way he helped you, like it was nothing at all, that made you turn your gaze. Only Sam and Dean did that, and it was rare, They knew you could take care of yourself, but they didn't know that sometimes it was nice to have someone step in, like someone loved you. And Gabe, Gabriel...even in that small act today, he made you feel that way. Loved.
Sighing again, you rolled onto your back, staring at the ceiling before closing your eyes. Maybe you could dream about him, dreams that made you never want to wake up. Maybe even some of the best dreams you could ever have.
"Ya, that would be nice," you whispered, before letting the closing in sleep embrace you.

Gabriel stood in the middle of the grocery store parking lot, looking up at the moon. He sighed, pulling a candy bar out of his pocket, unwrapping it with ease.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" he asked himself, cursing himself for being unable to stop thinking about Y/N.
Sighing, he finished the candy bar, looking back at the moon. "Care to help, Dad?" he asked.
After a few moments of silence, he nodded. "That's what I thought," he replied to himself. "No answers at all. Figured you'd hint at some of the small stuff."
Walking along one of the lines in the parking lot, he then pulled a lollipop out of his pocket, sliding off the wrapper. "Oh well, memories are as good as the real thing," he muttered, before snapping his fingers, smiling as he stared up at the Eiffel Tower.
Tilting his head, he raised his hand, about to snap his fingers when he stopped. Lowering his hand, he held back from making a copy of Y/N to appear by his side. Nodding slowly, he moved along alone, muttering, "No, we'll keep her special. Dreams only, Gabe, dreams only."
You took a slow deep breath, wrapping your arms around yourself as you stared out over Bobby's junk yard. You heard the back door squeak open, but didn't make any move to acknowledge it. "You okay, Y/N?" you heard Sam ask.
You tried to blink away the tears, but couldn't stop the first tears from sliding down your cheek. "Why would I ever be okay, Sam?"
You turned at just the right moment, closing your eyes and letting more tears fall as your twin enveloped you. "I'm right here, Y/N," he said softly, rubbing your back. "I'm right here."
Sam had always been there for you, part of being twins you guessed. Sometimes it seemed like you two could read each other's minds. Sam always knew how to comfort you, what to say, and for technically being your twin, he took the responsibility of being older by three minutes very seriously.
But still, after all these years Dean was twice as protective as Sam was.
That though, was probably for a few different reasons. Reasons you didn't really want to look back at.

You shifted on your feet as you looked around the Roadhouse, your hands in your hoodie pockets as you looked over the tables, the stools, pool tables, and even a few old arcade games. "You alright, honey?"
You looked up at Ellen, smiling slightly as you saw the motherly look in her eyes. A look you had never really experienced.
You sighed, biting your lip. "Is it that obvious?"
Ellen laughed slightly, putting down the rag as she walked around the bar, and towards you. "I'm a mother," she replied. "I can see these kind of things, Y/N."
You sighed, looking over at Sam, Dean and Ash, all talking about your father's research. Looking at your feet, you said softly, "It's just hard. I mean, he was my dad....but...I don't know."
Ellen reached out, placing her hand on your arm. "It can be hard to wrap your head around, I know. but you have Dean and Sam. You still have family."
You nodded, smiling. "You're right....Thank you."
She smiled, back before pulling you into a hug,. "Anytime, honey."

You stepped out of the garage, watching Dean collapse on the dirt, the crowbar dropping from his hand. Dean looked up, before looking away, tears falling from his eyes. You fell onto the ground next to him, before wrapping your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.
His arms slowly wrapped around you, and you could feel the tears soak into your shirt. But you didn't care. You let your own tears fall as you thought back over the years.
After Sam had left for Stanford, you had been crushed. Your own twin had left you, chosen the chance of a normal life over family. Then Dad had let Dean go on his own hunts, and you could chose between Dad and Dean. You had picked Dean, and it had been the best choice you had made in a long time.
You learned to trust Dean more than you already had, and those few years had been a blast- just you and Dean, the road, the impala, and all the hunting life had to offer. Then, Dad went and disappeared. Then Sam had come back, and your mind was a whole mess of thoughts.
But you had to focus on here, now. Dean was here, Sam was here, and Dad was...dead. But you had each other, and that was all that mattered.

You rolled your eyes as you watched Dean talk to a girl at the bar, sipping your own beer. "Oh my god, I cannot blame you for staring at that hunk," a girl to your left said.
You sighed, use to this for too much. "I'm not staring at him cause I want to hook up with him," you replied. "He's my older brother."
The girl did the opposite of what girls do after you tell them Dean was your brother. Most girl's smiles fell, and they apologized for about five minutes before leaving, the air too awkward for them. But this stranger, she did the opposite. She gasped, her smile growing. "He's your brother? You must have a high standard for men then."
You furrowed your eyebrows, setting your beer down. "What?"
"If he's your brother, then he must be like super protective," she said. "So, what kind of guys do you like? Does he hate them?"
You looked at the bar, before turning your gaze back to her. "We go from 'that hunk' and 'wanting to hook up with him' to 'oh, you're a complete stranger' and 'what kind of guys do you like'?"
She laughed, nodding. "So?"
You sighed, looking at your hands, unable to stop your thoughts from going to Gabriel, even though it had been four months since you had met him. "They have to have a good sense of humor," you said. "I...I like longer hair...I guess."
"Ohh, long hair can look really sexy on certain guys," the stranger agreed.
You laughed, continuing your list for the perfect guy. "He has to be kind, but have an edge when it's needed."
"Sounds pretty nice," she commented. "Think you'll ever find Mr Perfect?"
You shrugged. "How knows?"
Maybe I've already met him, you thought. Met him and let him slip from your grasp.

Gabriel smirked as he locked the door, knowing that his plan with Professor was working like a charm. Whistling, he let the keys flashback to his belt, walking down the stairs with ease.
He stopped in his tracks though as he heard a loud crunch from behind him.
Turning, he flinched as he saw the body on the stairs, sighing. Tilting his head, he said, "Now see, that's gonna hard as hell to clean."
He sighed, crouching and looking at the professor's face, the neck twisted at an angle that wasn't super pretty. "I should probably call the cops, huh?" Gabriel then looked up, smiling at the girl looking down from the window. He waved, yelling, "Good job, doll!"
She smiled back, waving as she then disappeared.
Standing, Gabriel cracked his back. "Let's see who answers the call this time, shall we, Professor?"
You clenched your jaw as you sketched in your sketchbook, trying to block out your brothers. To no avail though.
You heard Sam sigh as he said, "Dude. You mind not eating those on my bed?"
"No, I don't mind," Dean replied. "How's the research going?"
You closed your eyes, feeling the tension between them grow.
"You know how it's going?" Sam asked. "Slow. You know how it would be a heck of a lot faster? If I had my computer."
You didn't need to look at Dean to know he was nodding sarcastically.
"Can you turn that down please?" Sam asked, talking about the radio next to Dean, which was blaring "Walk Away" by Joe Walsh. Sometimes you cursed Dean for your wide knowledge of music.
"Yeah, absolutely," Dean replied, before the music got louder.
You sighed, reaching for your bag, hoping, just hoping your mp3 player was still inside it.
"You know what?" Sam asked. "Maybe, uh, maybe you should just go somewhere for a while."
You looked up as the music suddenly stopped, watching Dean stand. "Hey, I'd love to. That's a great idea. Unfortunately, my car's all screwed to hell!"
Sam just shook his head. "Dean, I told you, I have nothing to do with-"
You stood as a knock sounded on the door, and rushed straight to it before either of your brothers could move. Opening the door, you smiled at Bobby. He smiled back almost instantly. "Hi, Bobby," you said, letting him in.
Bobby smiled, kissing your forehead before looking at your brothers, both of them now standing.
"Hey, Bobby," Dean said.
He nodded. "It's good to see you again so soon."
"Yeah, thanks for coming so soon," Sam replied.
Bobby reached out and shook Dean's hand firmly. "Thank God you're here," he said.
Bobby looked between you all before asking, "So um, what didn't you want to talk to me on the phone about?"
"It's the job we're working," Sam said, sliding his hands in his pockets. "We weren't sure you'd believe us?"
"Well, I can believe a lot," Bobby replied, making you smile.
"Ya, no, no, it's just...we've never seen anything like this," Sam explained.
"Not even close-" Dean added, only for Sam to interrupt.
"And we thought we could use some fresh eyes."
You sighed, sitting on the bed watching all three of them glance at you.
Bobby studied you for a minute, before looking at your brothers. "Well, why don't you begin at the beginning?"
"Ya, um, alright," Sam replied, gesturing to his bed.
Bobby glanced at the tray of food on the bed before sitting on your bed, smiling at you.
You smiled back, before looking at your nails, waiting for Sam to start the story, falling into your own memories of the bar that night.

You sighed, slipping your hands in your pockets as your eyes scanned over the bar. It was a Friday, and the bar was basically right next to a college campus, so that only made it busier. But you didn't like busy bars period. Too many drunk guys hitting on you, no matter what you wore. It was annoying to no end, especially because you weren't drinking.
Now, you did drink, you were w Winchester for crying out loud. But you had rules when you did drink. 1, when you started to feel tipsy that was it, no more. 2, if Sam and Dean were drinking you didn't even think about it, because that meant you drove that night. 3, never drink in a crowded busy bar with guys that won't stop hitting on you. Drinking in an environment like that only lead to trouble. 4, only drink in the motel room (that you didn't have plans to leave anytime soon), a bar that wasn't close to busy, or in Bobby's house.
You watched Sam talk with the college students a few tables away, getting information on the case you had found. You didn't think it was much, but Sam was itching for a case, and dean was too, especially since the case was on a college campus. So here you were, bored out of your mind while Sam did all of the research and while Dean was "getting information". You had tried to talk to multiple people, but they had mostly been men, who didn't care about the Professor's death, only getting you into bed.
"Hey." You turned to face the bartender, growing confused as she slid you a drink. "Guy on the other side of the bar bought this for you."
You shook your head, pushing it back. "I'm not drinking tonight."
"It's a soda," she said, smiling. "Promise."
You smiled, taking it then. You leaned closer to her, asking, "Who bought it?"
She looked over the crowd, before replying, "I think he left. He was really cute though, and funny," she informed you. "And he couldn't stop staring at you. Not staring like 'get you into bed' staring, but like..you were the only thing that really seemed interesting."
You nodded slowly, wishing you could have thanked him. "Thanks," you said, before looking back at your brothers.
You sighed as Sam had left the few intelligent college students here, looking at Dean then. Dean was smirked and almost to the point of stumbling into the girls surrounding him, and by the way Sam was standing you could tell her wasn't happy.
Gulping down most of the soda, you walked towards them both. "Okay," you said, interrupting them both. "We're done here."
They both sighed, before nodding. You reached out and snagged Dean's arm before he could lean in to kiss the main girl of the night. "You're done for the night, tiger," you said, Dean groaning.
"I'm the older the brother," he said, looking at you.
"Yes but I'm the sensible one of all three of us," you replied, opening the door.
"Hey!" Sam cried.

You looked up from your hands as Bobby said your name. "Ya?" you asked.
"They miss anything important?" he asked you.
You smiled, glancing at dean and Sam before replying, "No, they got most of the info that night. I didn't get anything."
"So," Bobby then said, turning back to Dean and Sam. "What's going on with you two?"
"Nothing, noth-it's nothing," Sam replied.
"No, come on," Bobby said. "You're bickering like an old married couple, and Y/N's never been this quiet."
Dean sighed and stood from his seat at the table, moving to the kitchenette. "No, see married couples can get divorced. We're like, uh, siamese twins."
Sam just sighed. "It's conjoined twins!"
Dean just pointed at Sam, looking at Bobby. "See what I mean?"
Bobby looked at you, and you shrugged. "They've been like this since we got here," you replied. "it only gets worse with me in the mix."
Bobby chuckled, nodding as Sam said, "Look, it...We've just been on the road for too long. Tight quarters, all that, don't worry about that."
Bobby raised an eyebrow, nodding slowly. "Okay."
"So, anyway, we figured it might be a haunting," Sam explained then. "So, we went to check out the scene of the crime."
"No- Y/N can tell this story," Bobby said, before looking at you.
"Uh, okay," you said, instantly telling yourself not to mention too much about the man who you swore was too familiar. You then launched into the story.

You smiled at the janitor as he glanced back at you as he unlocked the door to the Professor's office for you, Dean and Sam. You didn't know what it was, but he just looked so familiar. He looked so much like Gabriel from all those months ago...
"So, how long have you been working here?" Sam asked.
"I've been mopping these floors for six years," he said. So for sure not Gabriel. He opened the door, stepping through it, you three following. "Here you go."
You looked around the room as Sam pulled out an EMF reader. "What the heck's that for?" the janitor asked.
"Just finds a wire in the walls," Sam replied. You tried not to roll your eyes. Not the smartest lie your twin had made up.
"Huh. Wow," the janitor replied, making it harder for you not to laugh. At least it wasn't see-through to only you. "Not sure why you're wiring up this office though. Not gonna do the professor much good."
"Why's that?" Dean asked, looking at him.
"He's dead," the man replied.
"What happened?" you asked, looking at him.
As you turned to face him. you swore his smiled grew. "He went out that window. Right there."
"Yeah?" Dean asked. "Were you working that night?"
He nodded. "I was the one who found him."
"You see it happen?" Dean asked, popping a nut into his mouth.
"No, I just see him come up here," he replied."And, uh, well..."
"What?" you asked.
"He wasn't alone," the man told you.
"Who was he with?" you asked, tilting your head.
You swore in that moment that he man smiled, but pushed it down, replying, "He was with a young lady. I told the cops about her, but uh, I guess they never found her."
"You saw the girl go in, huh?" Sam asked. "Did you see her come out?"
"Now that you mention it, no," the janitor replied.
"Have you seen her before?" Dean asked. "Around?"
"Well, not her."
"What do you mean?" you asked.
"I don't mean to cast aspersions on a dead guy, but uh," he scratched the back of his head.
"Mister Morality? He brought a lot of girls up here. Got more ass than a toilet seat."
Dean chuckled, and Sam reached over to slap his shoulder. Rolling your eyes, you stepped forward towards him. "So, I can assume this building doesn't have a room 669?"
"Course not, why do you ask?" he replied.
You shrugged, smiling. "Just stupid info from stupid college kids."
He chuckled, the laugh making your heart swell.

"And that's it?" Bobby asked.
You sighed, shaking your head. "It got weird after we got back to the motel."

"And that's it?" Bobby asked.
You sighed, shaking your head. "It got weird after we got back to the motel."
—
You took the beer Dean handed to you, watching him hand the other to Sam, who was at the table with his laptop. "Well, no EMF that's for sure," Sam said.
"And the room six-six-nine is just a load of crap," you added.
"So, what do we think?" Dean asked, "The professor's just a jumper? A legend's just a legend?"
"I don't know," you replied, sighing.
"I mean, the uh, girl the janitor described, that's pretty weird," Dean pointed out.
"Yeah, I guess," you agreed.
"We oughta check out the history of the building," Dean said, sipping his beer. "See if any co-ed ganked herself there."
"Yeah, you're right," Sam agreed, opening up his laptop, his eyebrows furrowing as he looked at the screen. "Dude. Were you on my computer?"
"No," Dean replied.
"Oh really?" Sam asked, his eyebrows raising. "'Cause it's frozen now. On, uh, bustyasianbeauties.com"
Dean frowned as he leaned in to the screen. You smirked as he winced, before moving to the other bed.
"Dean!" Sam yelled. "Would you- just- don't touch my stuff anymore, okay?"
"Why don't you control your OCD?" Dean snapped back, just as there was a knock on the door.
All three of you stopped, exchanging a glance before Sam stood, moving towards the door. He opened it a crack, asking the guy on the other side, "Um, can I help you?"
"Is there a, uh, Y/N Winchester here?" he asked, glancing at his clipboard.
Your frown deepened as you stood, moving to Sam's side, Dean following you. "That's me," you said as Sam opened the door wider.
"I have a delivery of 10 dozen roses for you," he said, smiling as he turned the clipboard to you. "If you could just sign here."
Your jaw dropped. "Um, yeah, okay," you stuttered, taking the pen and scribbling.
"Do you want us to bring them in?" the delivery guy asked.
"Sure," you said, still in shock. You stepped back, Dean and Sam following your lead as five other guys made their way into the motel room, all carrying roses.
"Just put them anywhere," Sam said for you, sensing you wouldn't be thinking straight for a few minutes.
Once the roses were placed, and the delivery guys had all left, you stepped towards the nearest vase, looking at all the perfect red roses. Running your fingers over the petals, you tried to swallow the lump in your throat.
You didn't look up as Dean asked the question you were all thinking. "Who would send you flowers?"
You didn't even try to answer the question; you just took the card from the vase and ran your eyes over the script. You felt Sam move towards you as he asked, "What does it say?"
"Uh, it says...'Beautiful roses for a beautiful woman.' you told him, before tucking the card into your back pocket.
That was part of the truth at least. The first line did say, "Beautiful roses for a beautiful woman." But after that, it also said, "To me, at least, all the roses on the earth could not capture your beauty."
Who would send you flowers? It's not like you dated with the hunting life, let alone had a big live interest. You suddenly remembered the twelve pack of beer, and the smile that had haunted your mind. But no, it couldn't have been Gabriel, you hadn't seen him in months. Besides, if he had seen you, or knew you were in town, or knew the motel you were staying in, part of you hoped me would go up to you, not just send you mysterious roses. So Gabriel was out of the question. But if not him, then who did send you flowers?
—
"That explains some of the roses," Bobby commented.
You nodded slowly as Dean said, "We still don't know where they're from."
Bobby nodded, looking over all the vases, which were now scattered throughout the room. "So, did you dig up anything about the building?" he asked, turning his focus back to the case. "Or on the suicidal co-ed?"
"No," Sam replied. "History's clean."
"Then it's not a haunting," Bobby observed.
"Maybe not," Dean agreed. "To tell you the truth, we're not really sure."
"What do you mean you're not sure?"
Sam sighed, shifting in his seat. "Well, it's weird."
"What's weird?" Bobby pushed.
"The next part," Dean clarified. "We, uh, didn't see it happen ourselves exactly, but it's pretty friggin' weird. Even for us."
You sighed, rolling your eyes as Dean explained the college student's story.
"Aliens?" Bobby asked, his tone flat.
"Yeah," Dean replied.
"Aliens?" Bobby repeated, skeptic.
"Yeah."
"Look, even if they are real they're sure as hell not coming to earth and swiping people," Bobby stated.
"Hey, believe me," Dean said calmly. "We know."
"My whole life I've never found evidence of an honest-to-God abduction," Bobby explained. "It's all just cranks and pranks."
"Yeah, that's what we thought," Sam agreed. "But...we figured we'd at least talk to the guy."
You shook your head, adding. "They talked to him.I didn't want to touch it with a ten foot pole."
Bobby chuckled as Sam explained the story.
"You guys exaggerating again?" Bobby interrupted part way through.
"No, no," Sam answered.
"Then this frat boy's just nuts," Bobby replied.
"We're not so sure," Dean replied.
—
You crossed your arms as you slowly circled the giant burn mark on the grass. It was perfectly circular, and larger than you thought it would be. Sighing as you thought over the possibilities, you made your way back to your brothers.
"I'm telling you, Dean," Sam insisted. "This was made by some kind of jet engine."
"You mean some saucer-shaped jet engine?" Dean asked.
"What else could it be?" Sam replied.
"What the hell is going on?" you asked.
Sam just looked back at the work, shaking his head. "I don't know."
"Seriously dude—what the hell?" Dean asked.
"I don't know," Sam repeated.
"I mean, first a haunting but now this? And the timing alone—it's got to be a connection," you said, looking back at the scorch.
—
You glanced at one of the vases of roses as Dean explained the student they talked to. You ignored their bickering, used to it by now.
Sam then explained that they got back to the motel, and how his laptop was gone. You hadn't been there; you had been checking out something that they didn't really need to know about.
—
You walked into the flower shop, smiling at the lady behind the counter. "Hi, what can I help you with?" she asked politely.
"Yesterday I had 10 dozen roses sent to me," you started to explain.
Her face lit up instantly. "Oh, yes, I remember that order! Very sweet."
You blushed, nodding. "Yes, it was. Did you see who paid for them? The man who sent them to me?"
"No, actually it was a phone order," she replied. "But he was very nice on the call."
"Did he leave an address?" you asked, crossing your fingers. "I just really need to see him, because I didn't know he was in town."
She winked, turning to the computer. "Let me see what I can find."
You let out a sigh of relief, looking around the flower shop. You slowly frowned as you didn't see any roses anywhere. Just as you turned to ask her about it, she exclaimed, "Oh! It looks like he placed an order right before my shift."
"What?"
She nodded, looking at you. "And it was delivered to your motel again."
You leaned across the counter, asking, "Please, did he leave an address?"
She shook her head. "Just the address for the college, sweetheart. I'm sorry."
"Damn," you cursed softly, before giving her a thankful smile. "Thank you!"
"You're welcome, dear!" she cried, as you bolted out of the shop.
You ran all the way back to the motel, taking the stairs to your room two at a time, and threw open the door as soon as it was within reach. You stopped as you saw the 10 dozen red roses scattered around the room, now joined by 10 dozen white ones.
Dean and Sam faced you, Dean looking shocked while Sam looked almost expectant. "Who the hell is sending you flowers?" Dean asked.
—
You snapped out of your memory as Bobby asked Dean, "Did you take Sam's computer?"
"Serves him right, but no," Dean answered.
"Well, I didn't lose it," Sam snapped. "'Cause I don't lose things."
Dean rolled his eyes and stood, moving to the window. "Oh, yeah, right, cause he's Mr. Perfect."
"Okay, okay. So, Y/N, where did the white roses come from?" Bobby asked.
You shrugged. "Same guy, I assume. There was no note."
Bobby turned his gaze to Dean and Sam. "And you two didn't buy them?"
Sam shook his head as Dean replied, "I love my sister, Bobby, but I wouldn't buy her two hundred and forty roses."
You bit your lip as Bobby took a deep breath. "Okay, okay, why don't you just tell me what happened next?"