Episode: Season 7 - Shut Up, Dr. Phil Pt. 1

Death by hair dryers, hot tubs, and nail guns would seem out of the ordinary for anybody else. Sadly, we weren't just anybody. And this was our ordinary, so it seemed. I grumbled as I crawled out of the backseat of the sleek, black Impala, my high heels crunching on the gravel beneath me. This entire thing was Sam's idea actually. He thought maybe if we went on a case together - the three of us like old times - that it would bring me and Dean closer together.

But instead, it seemed to be doing just the opposite. Being in the same car with him on a long journey was just...putting my teeth on edge. I clenched my jaw as we all walked up to the sprawling mansion house before the maid let us inside.

"Guy's name is Donald Stark," Sam reminded a slightly tipsy Dean from beside me as we walked behind the maid to the man's office.

"Any relation to Tony? Or Arya?" I piped up, earning a warning glance from Sam to which I harrumphed defensively, "Well, you never know, Sammy."

As the boys went on in, I excused myself to the restroom before making my way back to the office. But when I stepped inside, my dark brown eyes connected to a hypnotizing blue and my mouth dropped open in shock as my heart did a dance in my chest.

"-you have any business rivals?" Dean was asking him but I couldn't help but interrupt.

"SPIKE?!" I screeched, gasping in the awkward silence that ensued.

The man seemed taken aback at my outburst but Dean, thoroughly used to my antics, only pinched the bridge of his nose in agitation, muttering a "here we go again" under his breath as I stepped up to the seemingly vampire replicant.

"Sure, tons," he said, trying to ignore me so as to continue his conversation with Dean, "You know, real estate's brutal,"

I scoffed, shaking my head, "Now we all know that's not true. You saved Sunnydale 'cause you loved Buffy. Which is admirable but I just cried buckets when-"

Hands clamped down on my bare arms then, reeling me back a few steps into a hard chest behind me.

"Not the time, sweetheart," Dean whispered into my ear huskily, his lips brushing against my earlobe as he spoke.

I sucked in a breath as he released me and continued his conversation with Don, trying to disguise the shiver his touch had caused throughout my body. After a few more minutes of chatting to retrieve information, Sam returned from the "bathroom" and we all split up. Then, Sam and I went to go question Don's wife, Maggie, while Dean investigated more suspects. Just as the woman stepped out of her car though, Sam and I had her cornered.

"Mrs. Stark, can I have a moment?" Sam asked her immediately.

But before either of them could say more, I gasped.

"CORDELIA?! Are we in Sunnydale or something? How could you hurt Xander like that?! You broke up my ship! HIM AND WILLOW WERE MY OTP-" I flew off the handle, ready to throttle the woman.

"Parker!" Sam snapped and huffing slightly, I shut my mouth.

"It's very important that I talk to you," Sam told the woman as she began to walk to her house, making up excuses as to why she couldn't talk to us.

"Of course and I'm happy to. I'm just in the middle of an emergency. Please, come back. Thank you!" she explained before walking off.

I shared a glance with Sam and shrugged.

"Well, I never liked her anyway." I said with a dismissive wave of my hand.