*3rd Person POV* 

"Yeah." Sam said into his cellphone as he stands in the bathroom of their motel room. Dean and (y/n) were asleep in one of the beds together, Dean was laying on his right side and (y/n) was hugged up to him. His back against her chest and her left arm draped around his waist and her face was pressed up against his back.

A truck horn sounds and wakes Dean up. He raises his head and sees Sam was not in his bed. "Yeah, that's what I'm telling you. No storms, no bad crops, nothing." Sam said and Dean leans up on an elbow and watches Sam talk in the phone. "Yeah, okay. We'll keep looking. You keep looking too, OK? All right. Talk soon." Sam said and he hangs up and Dean quickly lies down, pretending to be asleep.

Sam enters the main room and watches Dean and (y/n), seeing they were still asleep. Then he pokes Dean with his bathroom bag. "Hey. Up and at 'em, kiddos." he said and Dean pretends to wake up, rubbing his eyes, while (y/n) groans. "Five more minutes." She mumbles as Dean looks over at Sam.

"You're up early. What are you doing?" He asked Sam. "Nothing. I was in the can." Sam replied. "Yeah?" Dean said, not believing him. "Yeah. You want me to draw you a picture?" Sam asked him. "Nah, I'll pass." Dean said as (y/n) goes to lay on her back and rubs her eyes. "Thank God, cause I don't want the first image I see in the morning is Sam's bathroom routine." She grumbles and Sam rolls his eyes.

"Found a job. Bedford, Iowa. Guy beat his wife's brains out with a meat tenderizer." Sam said and both Dean and (y/n) look over at him, alarmed. "Yikes." Dean said. "And get this. Third local inside two months to gank his wife. No priors on any of 'em, all happily married." Sam said. "Ahh. Sounds like Ozzie and Harriet." (y/n) remarks and Sam smirks.
"More like The Shining." he said as (y/n) sits up on the side of the bed. "All right, well I guess we'd better have a look." Dean said

*(y/n)'s POV*

"Why does the PD keep sending you guys? I already said I don't want a lawyer." Mr Benson said to us after we arrived at the prison to interview him.. "They're lining up the firing squad." Dean said, smirking. "I'm pleading guilty." Benson said. "All right, look, you don't want us to represent you, that's fine. In fact it's probably not a bad idea, between you and me. We just wanna understand what happened, that's all." I said to him.

"Mr Benson. Please." Sam pleaded as Benson looked between us then sighs. "What happened was, I killed my wife. You wanna know why? Because she made plans without asking me. He said. "Now when it happened, how did you feel? Disoriented, out of control?" Sam asked him. "Like something possessed you to do it?" Dean added. 

"I knew exactly what I was doing. I was crystal clear." Benson said and I furrow my brow. "The why'd you do it?" I asked him. "I don't know. I loved her. We were happy." he replied and Dean places some papers on the table and taps them.

"Nine G's. That's a hefty bill." Dean said and Benson's eyes widen. "Where did you get that?" he asked. "Doesn't matter. We have it. See, certain charges, ones you don't want the missus to know...they show up under shady names like M & C Entertainment." Dean said. "I don't know what you're talking about." Benson said. "Like dropping plastic at a nudie bar for instance." Dean said.

"We just wanna know the truth, Mr Benson." I said to Benson, who was looking at us nervous then he sighs. "Her name was Jasmine." he said. "She was a stripper?" Sam asked. "Dude, her name was Jasmine." Dean said. "Or she's a fan of Aladdin." I added and Dean rolls his eyes. "I didn't mean for it to happen, I don't like to go to strip bars. My buddy was having a bachelor party, and there she was." Benson said.

"Jasmine." Sam said and Benson nods. "She came right up to me. And...I dunno, she was just...perfect. Everything that I wanted." he said. "Well you pay enough and anybody will be anything." Dean said and I elbow his side. "It wasn't about the money. It wasn't even about the sex. It was...I dunno. I....I don't know what it was. It's hard to explain." Benson said and I raise an eyebrow at this. 

"And your wife found out?" I asked him. "No, she never had a clue." Benson said. "Then why'd you kill her?" I asked, confused. "For Jasmine. She said we would be together forever. If...if only Vicki was..." Benson said then Dean mutters under his breath. "Muertos."

"Afterwards, me and Jasmine were supposed to meet and she never showed. I don't know where she lives, I don't know her last name, I don't even know her real first name! I'm an idiot." Benson exclaims. "And you didn't think to tell this to the cops?" Sam asked him. "What for? The stripper didn't do it, I did it. And I know what I deserve. The judge doesn't give me the death sentence, I'll just do it myself." Benson said and the boys and I exchange looks.

*3rd Person POV*

Dr Cara Roberts sits behind her desk and tips some tablets from a bottle into her hand. She swallows the tablets and rubs her temples as Sam enters the office. "Rough night?" he asked her, smiling, and she turns and smiles at him. "Fun night. Rough morning." she said and Sam sniggers.

"Can I help you?" Cara asked him. "Ahhh...yes. Um, I'm Special Agent Stiles, FBI. You Doctor Cara Roberts?" Sam asked her as he showed her his badge. "Far as I know." she replied.

"You do some work with the Sheriff's department?" Sam asked. "Yeah, when I'm not slogging it through the ER. It's a small town. We multi-task." Cara said, shrugging. "Well, I have some questions about a case. About several cases actually. Do you mind if I sit?" Sam asked her and she motions him to a chair.

"Great. Adam Benson, Jim Wylie, and Steve Snyder." Sam listed off and Cara nods. "Oh yeah, the men who killed their wives?" she asked and Sam nods. "You handled their work-ups, right?" he asked. "Autopsies for the wives and tox screens for the perps. Two-for-one special." Cara said.

"You find anything?" he asked. "Not really. I mean, c.o.d. on the women was pretty clear. There was nothing unusual in their systems." she explained. "What about the husbands?" Sam asked her and she looks at him, curiously.

"Can I....see your badge again?" She asked and he pulls it out and she looks closely at his badge then at Sam. "There was one thing, um, an anomaly in the blood work. And I remember thinking how strange it was that it showed up in all three of the men." she said.

"That what showed up?" Sam asked, confused. "Oxytocin. And their levels were crazy high." Cara said. "Ahh. Oxytocin?" Sam said, asking for an elaboration. "Mm-hmm, it's a hormone that's produced during childbirth, lactation and sex." Cara said then Sam nods. "OK." he said.

"People call it the love hormone. Um, you know how it feels when you first fall in love. The whole weak in the knees, tattoo you on my chest thing? That's oxytocin. Of course it eventually fades and then you're stuck with every relationship ever. That and the painful regime of tattoo removal." Cara said, chuckling, and her and Sam smile at each other just as Dean and (y/n) enter.

"What'd we miss?" Dean asked and Cara looks at the two, confused, then back at Dean. "Ahh, these are my partners, Agent Murdoch and Agent Case." Sam introduced and Cara, Dean and (y/n) shake hands.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Doctor Roberts." she said and (y/n) nods. "Pleasure to meet you." She greets then Cara turns to Sam. "So, um, can I help you with anything else?" she asked him. "Uhh, sure, just one more thing. This chemical, this..." Sam said and trails off as he tries to remember what it was call.

"Oxytocin." She answered and Sam nods. "Oxytocin. What would cause those high levels that you found?" he asked her. "Nothing that I've ever seen." she said. "OK. That's it. Thanks Doc." Sam said and they exchange smiles again then he, Dean and (y/n) move to the door. Sam hesitates then turns back to her.

"By the way...try a greasy breakfast. Best thing for a hangover." He informed her and she smiles again. "Watch it buddy, I'm the only M.D. here." she said and Sam nods and leaves. "Looks like a certain doctor has their eyes on you." (Y/n) teased and Sam scoffs as they leave the hospital.

*(y/n)'s POV*

"So Whylie and Snyder totally fessed up, huh?" Sam asked as we get to the parking lot of the hospital. "One emptied his IRA, the other, his kids' college fund, all on the same day." Dean said. "Live nude girls?" Sam asked and we nod. "A club called The Honey Wagon." I said.

"These guys have affairs too, with a stripper also known as Jasmine?" asked Sam. "Yes and no. This is where it gets interesting. Each guy hooked up with a different chick." said Dean. "So, what? These girls all connected somehow?" Sam asked. "Well, they all described their stripper in the same way, the exact same way. Perfect, and everything that they wanted." I said and Sam scoffs out a laugh.

"Yeah, at least until dream Barbie convinced them to murder their wives." He said. "There's that." Dean said, shrugging. "You know, it's almost like they were under some kinda love spell." Sam said. "Sure seems that way." I said. "Which caused them to become totally psychotic." Sam said.

"Absolutely." Dean said, smiling. "You seem pretty cheery." Sam points out and I eye Dean. "Strippers, Sammy. Strippers. We're on an actual case involving strippers. Finally." Dean said and I fold my arms and clear my throat at him and he looks at me. "Hey, I can look just can't touch." He said and I raise an eyebrow at him. "You better just look..." I said in a threatening tone and he raised his hand up.

That night, Dean and I make it over to the club and show our badge to security. The guy lets us in and we go inside to find the manager as Thunder Kiss '65 plays over the speakers. "We're looking for three girls. Jasmine, Aurora and Ariel." Dean said to the manager, who looked at us annoyed.

"You seriously think those names mean anything to me?" he asked us. "One's a redhead about 5'9". The other one's Asian, about..." I said and the manager scoffs. "You have any idea how many girls I deal with? Fake names, fake hair, fake..." he said and Dean sighs. "You gotta have some sort of paperwork. Check stubs. Some way to keep track of the strippers." Dean said.

"Please, exotic dancers. Independent contractors working for cash. I stay out of their hair, they stay out of what little I have left." The manager said. "Three of your customers murdered their wives. You don't think that that's weird?" I asked him, suspiciously. "Yeah. I think that's super-friggin' weird. But you know what it ain't? My problem." The manager said and he leaves.

"Nice helpful fellow." I grumbled as Sam comes up to us. "Any luck?" He asked us. "No. You?" Dean said. "A little. I just talked to Bobby, we officially have a theory." Sam said. "What's that?" Dean and I asked. "Siren." Sam said. "Like Greek myth siren, the Odessy?" Dean asked and both Sam and I give Dean a surprised look. "....Hey, I read!" Dean said, defensively.

"Yeah, actually. But the siren's not actually a myth, it's more of a beautiful creature that preys on men, enticing them with their siren song." Sam said. "Let me guess, Welcome to the Jungle? No, no. Warrant's Cherry Pie." Dean jokes "Their song is more of a metaphor, like...like their call, their allure, you know?" Sam said.

"So they shake their thing and the guys zombie out." I said and Sam nods. "Basically, yeah. Sirens lived on islands, sailors would chase 'em, completely ignoring the rocky shores...and dash themselves to pieces." he said. "Sounds like Adam and his buddies." Dean said.

"Yeah. If you were a siren in '09 looking to ruin a bunch of morons, where would you set up shop?" Sam asked, rhetorically. "So whatever floats the guy's boat, that's what they look like?" Dean asked. "Yeah. You see, sirens can read minds. They see what you want most and then they can kinda, like, cloak themselves. You know, like an illusion." Sam explained.

"So it could all be the same chick? Morphing into, uh, to different dream girls?" I asked. "Yeah, actually. Probably. Sirens are usually pretty solitary." Sam said. "How do we kill it?" asked Dean. "Bobby's working on it. Even if we figure that out..." Sam said as we look out into the crowd of people in the club. "How the hell are we gunna find it? It could be anybody." I said.

The next day, Dean and I were sitting in the motel room and I noticed that Sam left his cellphone. "Sam left his phone." I pointed out and Dean stares at it then picks it up. "Dean, what are you doing?" I asked as he scrolls the numbers then clicks on a number and brings it up to his ear.

"Dean..." I said but he holds up a finger at me then a second later, his face hardens in anger then he quickly hangs up. "What the hell, Dean?" I asked him. "Sam's been talking to Ruby." Dean said and my eyes widen in shock. "What?" I asked.

But before Dean could reply, Sam enters the room. "Lenny Bristol was definitely another siren vic." Sam said. "You get in to see him?" Dean asked him. "Yep. He bought home a stripper named Belle. Coupla hours later he offed his mother. Belle, of course, went MIA." Sam said and I shake my head and look over at Sam.

"Wait, he killed his mom?" I asked. "The woman he was closest too." Sam said then his phone starts to ring. "Yeah, you, uh, forgot your cell phone." Dean said and he tosses Sam his phone. Sam gives Dean a worried look as he answers it 

"Hey Bobby." Sam answered and he listens to what Bobby had to say. "Ahhh, no. And, uh, it doesn't seem like she's slowing down any. You got anything?" he asked. "Hold on a sec, I'll put you on speaker." He said then he pushes a button his phone then Bobby's voice speaks through the phone.

"It says you need a bronze dagger, covered in the blood of a sailor, under the spell of the song." Bobby said. "What the hell does that mean?" Dean asked. "You got me. We're dealing with 3000 years of the telephone game here." Bobby said.

"Best guess?" Sam asked. "Well, the siren's spell ain't got nothing to do with any song. It's most likely some kind of toxin or venom. Something she gets in the vic's blood." Bobby sai. "And makes them go all Manchurian Candidate." Sam said. 

"Uh, what do you think, she infects the men during sex?" I asked Bobby. "Maybe." Bobby said. "Supernatural STD." Dean jokes. "Well, however it happens, once it's done the siren's gotta watch her back. She gets a dose of her own medicine..." Bobby said then Sam finished his sentence. "It kills her." he said. "Like a snake getting iced by its own venom." Bobby said.

"So we just gotta find a way to juice one of the OJs in jail?" Dean asked. "Not that easy. None of those guys are under the spell anymore. Haven't got a clue where you're going to get the blood you need." Bobby said and Sam looks up. "I think I might have an idea." he said. "Be careful, boys. These things are tricky bitches. Wrap you up in knots before you know what hit ya. (Y/n), keep an eye on these boys." Bobby said and I chuckle. "I'll do my best, Bobby." I said.

"Dr. Roberts." Sam greets Roberts when we arrived in her office. "Agent Stiles. Can't stay away, huh?" she asked him. "Actually, uh, we're here on business. About the blood samples. The ones with the high...you know...oxytocin?" Sam said then Dean speaks up. "You still have them?" he asked and she nods.

"Good, we need them." I said and she furrows her brow at us. "What for?" she asked but then we hear footsteps behind us. "Excuse me, Dr. Roberts?" a man's voice calls out and we turn and see a young man with short dirty blonde hair and wearing a suit.

"Yeah?" Roberts asked as Dean pulls out his badge. "Excuse me, uh, we're a little busy here, buddy." Dean tells him and the guy pulls out his own badge. "Yeah, so am I, pal." he said then I turn to Roberts. "Doc, can you give us a sec, please?" I asked her and she backs away. "Sure." she said. "Thanks." I said and she leaves and we all turn to the newcomer.

"What's your name?" Dean asked him. "Nick Munroe. What's yours?" Munroe said. "I'm Special Agent Sam Stiles, these are my partners Dean Murdoch and (y/n) Case. What office are you from?" Sam asked him. "Omaha, Violent Crimes Unit. My SAC sent me down here to see about the murders." Munroe replied and I hum at this, suspiciously.

"You?" Munroe asked us. "D.C. Our Assistant Director assigned us." I replie. "Oh, which AD?" Munroe asked. "Mike Kaiser." Sam replied. "What are your badge numbers?" he asked us. "You're kidding, right?" Dean asked him, annoyed. "I'm just following protocol." Munroe said then Sam hands him a card.

"Look man, whatever. Just call our AD, he'll sort things out." Sam said and Munroe takes the card and dials the number. Bobby will give this guy a what for. I thought as Munroe said. "Yeah, Assistant Director Kaiser, please." silence then he continues. "Yes, sir. Hello. It's Agent Nick Munroe. I'm calling about two of your men and a woman. Stiles, Case and Murdoch? Uh, it seems that they've been put on my case by mistake?"

His face then goes white as I fight back a smile. "No, no, no, sir. I'm not questioning...Ahhh, no sir." he said. Then he hangs up his phone then comes back over to us. "I'm sorry, guys." he said. "Just don't let it happen again." Dean said.

"Where are you at with this?" Munroe asked us. "Where are you at with this?" I asked him. "Well, I was just about to run the, uh, perps' bloodwork." Munroe said. "I already checked, dead end." Sam said. "Oh yeah?" Munroe said, an eyebrow raised. "Yeah." Sam said.

"But get this. I feel like I found something that, uh, connects all the murderers." Munroe said. "Really?" I asked and Munroe nods. "They were all banging strippers....from the same club." he replied. "You don't say!" Dean said with sarcasm and Munroe looks between us.

"What do you say we, uh, go down there and check it out?" he asked us but a part of me wasn't really buying this. "Well, here's the thing, Nick. See, we're kinda lone wolves..." Dean said but then Sam talks over him. "You know what, that sounds like an excellent idea. Just...just give me a second with my partners and we'll, uh...one sec." Sam said then he turns to me and Dean. 

"Come here." he said and we walk a few feet away from Munroe. "Dude, you two gotta stay with him." Sam tells us. "What?" Dean and I said. "Keep him outta the way." Sam said. "Why us?" I asked. "'Cause I gotta get the blood samples." Sam said.

"What the hell are we supposed to do with him?" Dean asked. "Just take him to the strip club...keep an eye out for the siren." Sam said and I sigh. "Fine, we'll do what we can." I said as Sam goes over to Roberts office.

"All right, we're taking my ride, no complaining about the tunes." Dean said as he, Munroe and I walk out on the parking lot of the hospital towards the Impala. "No way. You drive an Impala?" Munroe asked, excitedly. "Yeah." Dean said, surprised about Munroe's enthusiasm, while I eyed Munroe.
"It's a '67, right? It's a 327 four barrel." Munroe said. "Yeah, actually." said Dean, smiling. 

"It's a thing of beauty." Munroe said. "Thanks." said Dean. "How the hell did you talk the Bureau into letting you drive your own wheels?" Munroe asked as he gets into the passenger seat of the Impala before I could.

I bite my lips and sigh at this as I get into the backseat and Dean gets into the driver's. Then we drive off.

Dean, Munroe and I were sitting at a table at the club while they were taking shots, I was nursing on the beer I had. I still was suspicious of Munroe. I don't know what but something about him was just not right and I just sat there going deep into my thoughts.

"Hey, Earth to (y/n)." I hear Dean said and I look over at him. "What?" I asked him. "Were you off in Neverland or what?" Dean asked me and I shake my head. "No..I was..." I said as I glance over at Munroe, who was eyeing me. "I was just thinking over this case." I replied.

"Yeah, I was thinking that myself. I mean, how does a girl talk four different johns into murder?" Munroe asked. "It's a crazy world." Dean said. "I guess." Munroe said then he looks between us and leans forward.

"Hey, can I level with you?" He asked and we nod. "I found something kinda weird." he said. "Well. You have bought your weird to the right spot. Lay it on us." Dean said. "I went to the crime scene this morning. Saw them bagging this up." Munroe said and he hands Dean some purple petals in a plastic bag. 

"So I went back, uh, through all the files. It turns out a flower just like that was found at every crime scene." Munroe said. "Like it was left on purpose?" I asked him and Munroe nods. "You know, sometimes a serial killer will leave an object behind, like a calling card. But with this case? Tell you the truth, I got no idea what's going on." he said as I look at the flowers.

"I think I might. I've seen a flower like this before." Dean said as he looks over my shoulder at them. "Well, I'll go research it and you boys can stay here and continue to have fun, okay?" I said as I go to stand up. "You sure?" Dean asked me and I nod. "Yeah...I'll call you if I find anything." I said and Dean shrugs. "Okay..." he said and I place my hand on his shoulder. "Be careful. Try not to have too much fun." I said to him and he smiles and raises his glass.

I smile back at him then leave the club, pull out my cellphone and dial up a number. "Bobby...you know that Nick Munroe that called you earlier. I don't trust him...is there a way you could see if he really is from the FBI?" I asked him. "Way ahead of you, kiddo. I've been digging up on this Munroe guy ever since I got off of the phone with him." Bobby said.

"And?" I asked. "And there is no Munroe working for the FBI." Bobby said as I continue down the road. "That's not good." I said. "Yeah, so either he is another hunter or..." Bobby said. "Or he's the siren." I said. "It's a strong possibility. You don't think there's anyone else?" Bobby asked. "Maybe Doctor Roberts but the only thing connecting her is these flowers." I said as I hold up the bag and look at the flowers.

"What flowers?" Bobby asked me. "Uh, these purple flowers Munroe handed to me and Dean. Munroe said that these were left at each crime scenes, like a calling card." I said and there was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone. "(Y/n)...sirens don't leave flowers or any kind've evidence that they were there." Bobby said and I stop in my tracks and my heart felt like it stopped.

"Bobby, I'll call you back." I said and I hang up and run back to the club. I look around and could not find Dean and Munroe, they were gone. "Oh, crap." I muttered then I dial up Dean's phone but he doesn't answer. I run out of the club and down the street as I keep trying to call him but no answer. I try Sam and there was no answer from him either.

"Damn it." I growled and I call Bobby. "Bobby...we have a problem..." I said as I run down the street.

I made it to the hotel and run to the door of our room and could hear voices from the other side. "See what I mean? We used to be in this together. We used to have each other's backs." I hear Dean say. "OK, fine. You know why I didn't tell you or (y/n) about Ruby, and how we're hunting down Lilith? Because you're too weak to go after her, Dean. You're holding me back. I'm a better hunter than you are. Stronger, smarter. I can take out demons you're too scared to go near." I hear Sam say and I gasp at this.

"That's crap." Dean said. "You're too busy sitting around feeling sorry for yourself. Whining about all the souls you tortured in hell. Boo hoo." Sam spat and I open the door. "STOP!" I shout and I see both boys about to fight and Munroe stand over to the other side of the room.

"Oh, damn. I forgot about you." Munroe said as he glares at me and the boys stare at me. "Surprise, bitch." I said with a satisfied smile. "Well, we won't be needing you anyway. The boys want me now as their partner." Munroe said as he walks up to the boys and places his left hand on Dean's shoulder and his right hand on Sam's shoulder. 

"What I have these boys is a genuine relationship. Built on trust and respect. You...you just drug people to get them to like you. It's pathetic." I sneered and Munroe's smile falters a bit as his eyes narrow at me, menacingly. Then he forms a tight smile on his lips. "You sure about that?" He said then he looks between the boys.

"Change of plans boys. Whoever kills Little Miss Perfect, gets to be with me forever." Munroe said, a gleeful glint in his eyes, and my eyes widen a bit as both Sam and Dean stalk towards me. "Sam...Dean...c'mon, You two can fight this." I said but then Sam throws a punch at me but I duck.

Both boys start to throw punches toward me and I do my best to duck and dodge but they did get a few punches in. "Boys, stop! I don't want to hurt you two." I yelled but then Dean punches me across the face, knocking me down. I land on my front then spit out some blood out of my mouth and start to push myself up off of the ground.

"Okay, you asked for it." I growled then I turn around, sharply, raised my hands and used my powers to knock the boys back. Well, Dean was knocked back but all my powers did to Sam was make him stumble back. I caught a quick glimpse of Munroe looking a bit surprised before Sam says. "Too weak." Then he comes up to me and we trade punches to each other.

"You know ever since you and Dean got together, I've been the third wheel. We don't talk as much as we used to, not as close as we used to be." Sam said then he goes to punch me. "You know that's not true." I said and we keep fighting each other.

"Sam, I'm really sorry about this." I said, sincerely, and I punch him in the stomach, making him double over, then I get down on the ground and sweep his legs with my feet, making him fall down. I get up only to be tackled down on the ground and hit the back of my head against the floor.

I shake my head and see it was Dean who tackled me and he stood over me and had an axe in his hands. Now I was terrified. 

"Dean! Dean, please fight this bitch's spell. C'mon, you're stronger than this!" I yelled. "Do it. Do it for me, Dean." Munroe said with a sound of pleasure in his voice. Dean glares at me for a moment then said. "It's your fault I was sent to hell! If you didn't get yourself killed, I wouldn't have done those things in hell!" Dean yells and he starts to raise up his axe. "I should've killed you when I came back!" Dean growls and I was so horrified at what I was hearing that I couldn't react, I froze.

But then the axe was grabbed by Bobby, who came up behind Dean, then jabs him in the shoulder with a bronze knife, making him cry out. Munroe begins to run and Bobby turns, raises the knife and flings it at Munroe

"No. NO!" Sam shouts as the knife hits Munroe square in the back and he falls over, dead.

Later, the boys were leaning against the Impala and I stand in front of them as Bobby comes up and hands us all drinks. "Thanks." Sam and I said as we accept the bottles and Dean looks at it. "Soda?" Dean said, questioning. "You three are driving, aren't ya?" Bobby asked and we shrug as we take a sip then Sam looks at me and Bobby.

"Thanks, guys. You know, if you two hadn't shown up when you guys did..." Sam said and I nod. "Done the same for me, more than once." Bobby said. "Course, (y/n) was the smart one for suspecting Munroe. She called me and we figured it out."

The boys look over at me and I give them a small smile. "Thanks, (y/n)." Sam said and I nod. "You boys woulda done the same for me." I said while I glanced over at Dean who nodded and there was an awkward silence among us. Obviously, things that were said was hanging in the air. 

"You three gunna be OK?" Bobby asked us.

"Yeah, fine."

"Yeah, good."

"Just dandy."

Bobby looks between us then tips his hat and heads back over to his car. "See ya." He said then he pauses and turns back to us. "You know, those sirens are nasty things. That it got to you, that's no reason to feel bad." He said and he gets in his car and drives away. The boys and I sip our drinks.

"You gunna say goodbye to Cara?" Dean asked Sam. "Nah, not interested." Sam said. "Really? Why not?" Dean asked him and Sam shrugs. "What's the point?" Sam said. "Well, look at you. Love 'em and leave 'em." I remarked and Sam looks at me then at Dean before he sighs.

"Guys, look, you know I didn't mean the things I said back there, right? That it was just the siren's spell talking?" he asked us as he looks between me and Dean. "Of course, me too." Dean said and he looks over at me. "I didn't mean what I said to you either." He said and I bite my lips and fold my arms across my chest. "You positive?" I asked him, suspiciously. "I swear." Dean said and I look him over, let out a sigh through my nose then nod.

Maybe I'm just in denial but I really want to believe that what Sam and Dean said to me was just the siren making them say it, especially Dean. But maybe that part of me that feels like absolute crap keeps knocking at the door in my mind and make me doubt my relationship with Dean.

​​​No! I can't think that! I love Dean and Sam. Sam is my best friend and Dean, I love him with all my heart. I thought before Sam speaks up.

"'Kay. So...so we're good?" Sam asked. "Yeah, we're good." Dean said then the boys turn to me. "(Y/n)?" Sam asked me and I think for a moment before I nod. "Yeah, sure...we're good." I said then Sam enters the backseat and I go over to the passenger seat before Dean grabs my hand.

I turn to him and stares at me with his green eyes. "You know I didn't mean it." He said to me, softly. "I know you didn't, Dean. Still just a bit jarring from hearing you say it." I replied and Dean looks down, sadly, then he looks back at me.

"I'll make it up to you. I promise." Dean said and I smirk a bit. "You better, Winchester." I said, in a lighthearted tone, then I wink and he smiles and lets go of my hand and we head inside the car.