Journey

Greetings

Sam and Dean walked back to their motel room, wondering about who this woman was.  Shadow knew about the fake ID's, and knew that they weren't real agents; she had a ton of fake ID's and had run that scam more times than she could count.

"You still have all of my, you still have all of my, you still have all of my heart," Shadow began to sing.  She loved that song so much.  It was sweet, in her opinion.

She continued to sing the song, not paying attention to the impatient knocking at her door.  After the fifth round of knocks, she was just trying to piss the person off, which was hilarious.  After a few more knocks, she moved over to the door, gripping the handle, and opened it slightly.

Sam was standing there, obviously relieved that she opened the door, and Shadow, could see that he had been getting ready to give up on trying to reach her.

"Hiya Sammy," she told him.

He looked at her; probably trying to figure out how she managed to know his name, and how she knew those were fake ID's.

"How do you know my name," he asked, a little worried as to how she was receiving this information.

"Do you really not know how infamous you guys are in the hunting world," Shadow questioned, knowing she was making him uncomfortable, and she was amused by every second of it.

"You're nervous aren't you," she asked after an extremely long moment of silence.

"N-no," he stuttered, obviously lying.

"You're a terrible liar.  Your hands are clammy, and your stuttering, your breathing has quickened, and you have beads of sweat forming on your forehead.  So, unless you have a crush on a girl you don't know anything about, your nervous."

The tall guy, who resembled a human version of a moose, stared at you incredulously.  After he snapped out of his dazed and confused state, he looked up, or down, at you and asked, "How do you know all of this?"

"Really," Shadow laughed.  "After all of that, and all you have to say is asking me how I know?  Woah, Sammy boy-"

Sam cut Shadow off, "Don't call me that."

"How do you think I know," she asked him, a dumbfounded look dancing across her face.

"Oh."

"Bye Sammy," she told him as she closed her door.

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Dean sat at the table in their run down motel room, doing "research", when Sam walked through the door, covered in beads of sweat.

"So," he started, a sly smirk plastered on his face.  "How'd it go, Sammy?"

"I think she's a hunter, Dean.  She knew my name, and..." Sam stopped.

"And," Dean asked, hoping this was going where he thought it was going.

Sam decided to change the subject not so subtly, saying, "Do you  a lead on what is kidnapping those women?"

Dean continued as if Sam never said anything.  "Does my little brother have a crush on a probable hunter he just met?"

"No," Sam retorted, not being very convincing.  After another moment of silence between the two brothers, Sam turned to him and said, "Shut up."

Dean just went back to his "research", chuckling as he knew he had just proven his point.  His brother had a crush.

"No badmouthing your brother, Sammy."

"Don't call me-" Sam stopped, knowing there was nothing he could do to get his brother to stop calling him Sammy.