She's far and out of touch, just like someone you want to know but brush past in the street. Unreachable. At first he doesn't like her. She's a real bitch sometimes. Talks alot, complains, whines and insults him. The only reason she's here and the only reason he chose not to kick her off the hunt is because she's Bobby's daughter.

Dean likes her though. Because she's pretty. Blue eyes and dark hair and perfect little nose.

She cleans her gear so perfectly that it glosses, he notices because he watches her when she's angry and brooding. Lips pressed in a tight thin line and brows furrowed.

Sam chuckles and her head snaps up like she knows that little laugh is about her. He shrugs it off and she looks back down.

"It's not the end of the world," he sighs. She's like a small child sometimes but most of the time she's just tough and bitchy.

"In your brother's case it might be,"

*

Sam knows she's right about some of the things he argues with her about. He just doesn't admit it, doesn't want her to be satisfied. Doesn't want her to smile, wants her to cringe and roll her eyes, but when things get tough, all he wants to see is a faint smile or hear a snicker or her evil laugh.

He doesn't really want to be nice to her. Really. And he doesn't want to ask her things he doesn't know that she does know. Because he doesn't want to think he's trying to be nice to her, sucking up to her.

They drive most nights without stopping, Sam usually looks in the back to see if she's asleep.

And she is, head tilted back with her pretty mouth hanging open. He smiles.

*

"She's a bitch to me, she always makes fun of me," Sam says as he flops down on the bed next to do, a pile of books in his arms, he sets them down and dusts his hands and he can hear Dean chuckle softly. "Well Sam she's doing her job,"

"Which means she has to be like that?"

"Do you like her?" Dean asks, eyebrows raised.

"No," he says flatly and opens his mouth again. "I don't know.... maybe,"

Dean smiles and doesn't say anything further.

*

She's complaining again. About how he messed up on the last mission, how she almost got killed. In his head her voice sounds like an annoying squeaky toy. She's playing with knives and when she accidentally cuts her finger.

She swears under her breath and acts like nothing's wrong, even though the cut is pretty deep and she's dripping red everywhere.

Sam sighs and cleans her up.

*

He's kicking back with Bobby, they're leaning against the Impala, watching Dean and her torch up a corpse. She leans over, watches the flames flick and folds her arms which a streaked with dirt and her skin is soaked with sweat.

Her hair looks dirty and her nose has brown marks of soil on it. Too many dirty jobs. "You take care of her Sam," Bobby says.

She can take care of herself , is what Sam wants to say but he keeps the word lingering in his throat. He clears his throat. "Yeah I will,"

*

There's citrus juice sliding down her arms and becoming warm and sticky on her fingers and palms. She doesn't care. She eats. Squeezes the pulp even, creating more mess. It's a hot day and they're taking a break near a petrol station.

The air smells like citrus mixed in with kerosene. He leans against the car, head buried in a book until she flicks something at him and an orange skin lands on his book.

It splatters wet faded orange marks. Smells bittersweet and he frowns and he disposes it on the ground. She doubles over with laughter. "Oh now you laugh?"

She shakes her head, stomps her foot, clutching her stomach and she drags her hands down the side of her jeans as she wipes them clean. He cringes.

"Scared to get dirty Sam?" she asks, head cocked to the side, smirk hanging off her lips. He bends down, picks the orange peel off the ground and throws it at her when she doesn't expect it. It hits her right in the forehead and she squeals and jumps back with a shocked expression on his face.

Sam laughs loudly in her face, he likes that expression on her face right now. No smiling. Just a disgusted shocked look.

*

Dean gets really hurt on one hunt, so she carefully cleans him up. Masks all his wounds and he's alright now, just resting in bed of the musty old motel room. She takes a seat next to him. "Thought he was dead meat,"

"Dean? Nahhh..." he scratches the back of his head and sighs.

"And you would be because you're such a pansy sometimes, can't even fight," she snorts and Sam rolls his eyes.

They have this stupid little childish fight over it when they finish, he slams her against a wall and kisses her.

*

Smiling shows everywhere now, on his and her face. But Dean's. Just creased and curious brows.

She laughs as he puts an arm around her. Dean is staring at them like he knows something is up and he's been staring at them hard for the past half hour like he knows. Like he knows that there's too much fucking going around here and not much work either.

Stares like he wants to ask many questions but doesn't. He dissapears into the bar later and leave the two alone. "Not going to leave, I want to be with you," she says and smiles.

Smiles like a promise.

*

She's got her bags packed because she's going with her old man, she's leaving and turning different ways. She packs hard. Shoves clothes and things into a duffel bag with quick, rough movements. He kind of hates her right now.

Because she's pretending it never happened. Like sweaty bodies never collided. And she can just brush past him without a single word, without a single breath. Just like that.

She steals this white towel from a motel and squeezes that in too. He leans against a wall and watches her with observant green eyes but she's acting like she's the only one in the room. That he isn't even there.

Pretending.

She heaves that duffel on her shoulder and her eyes meet his gaze. He smiles softly but she doesn't, her face is grim. Serious, and it scares him almost. "G'bye Sam, I'll see you around," she says and shoulders past him.

He thinks about how he hates her right now, thinks about that night in the car where she says she's not leaving. Yet now she's almost out the door. She turns her head and looks at him.

He'd give anything for a smile right now.