Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters, I do however own Toby, Lana and all others you do not know.

A/N: So I got the idea for this while watching "Sweet Home Alabama." I had to post it, the idea was really bugging me.

Sam Winchester scratched at his neck and shifted lower in his seat in the passenger side of the black 1967 Chevy Impala.

"Dude," The husky voice of the elder Winchester sounded through the otherwise silent car. "what's with you?"

"Nothing." Sam pulled his eyes from the window. "I'm fine."

That was a lie.

Truth was, he was freaked beyond all belief. He hoped--no, prayed--he'd never have to return to this town.

Right now Sam just wanted to get this hunt finished and get the Hell out of the state.

"This isn't the hotel." Sam stated as the car rolled to a stop in front of a small diner.

"I'm hungry." Dean growled.

It was still rather tense between the two brothers since Lucifer had risen, and that was 5 years ago.

The clearing of a throat in the backseat cause the two Winchesters to turn their eyes to the backseat.

Lana Caldwell--or Lana Winchester, as far as Sam was concerned--sat in the backseat of the Impala. An uncomfortable look graced her face at the prospect of, yet another, Winchester-brother fight.

Lana still hadn't grown accustom to their bickers or fights.

Sam honestly didn't think she ever would, maybe it was something only the Winchesters themselves, and Bobby Singer, were used to.

Lana still couldn't stand to be in the same room as them when tension started building, and she'd been with them 3 years now.

That was something Sam thought he'd never see. Dean with a girl--for three years. And no child was involved.

Dean had gotten into a bit of a mishap one hunt, somehow getting some nasty cuts and bruises on a personal part of his body. Lana had been Dean's nurse the night he stumbled into the hospital. While doped up, Dean had gotten flirtatious and handsy--more so than usual, and Lana refused to give her name, which resulted in Dean calling her "Ass-Stitch Girl" for the remaining time he was hospital bound.

When Dean was finally released from the hospital the pretty brunette finally relented and agreed to a date with Dean. By the end of the night Dean discovered the name of "Ass-Stitch Girl", and lost his heart to Alana Penelope Caldwell.

When the time came for the Winchesters to leave for a new hunt Lana had put her foot down, telling Dean either he was in it for the long-haul or he didn't come back--Alana Penelope Caldwell was no booty call.

So Dean agreed, but told her she'd need to go with them, telling her his job required him to travel.

They'd planned to keep hunting as far away from Lana's knowledge as possible. But useless research and a vengeful spirit diminished all those hopes. Lana had taken the news as well as could be expected, though she did punish Dean with no sex for keeping such a thing from her.

Sam gave a startled jump as Dean pounded his hand on the roof of the Impala impatiently.

"Are we eating today or what?"

Sam rolled his eyes and climbed from the car, following Dean and Lana into the diner. He kept his head down and said a silent prayer as they neared an empty booth near the back.

"Samuel Winchester!" A thick southern drawl pierced Sam's ears. "Is that you?!"

Dean froze and Sam's heart leaped up into his throat.

"How do you know Sam?" He asked the older woman with salt-and-pepper hair.

"Why, because of he and Toby, of course." The woman spoke as though it were obvious.

"Oh. Toby. Right." Dean arched his brow and shrugged at Lana.

"I'm starving. Let's eat." Sam pushed the two towards the booth.

"So who's Toby?" Dean asked, throwing his arm along the booth seat, resting his hand on Lana's shoulder. "He some dude you met in school or something?"

"Something like that." Sam muttered, giving a forced smile when Glinda, the older woman, approached the table, a small notepad and pen in hand.

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Sam kept his eyes fixed ahead. He could feel his brother's gaze burning a hole in the side of his head, but he refused to look his way. He knew Dean knew there was something up now, Sam fidgeted and barely spoke at the diner.

"Shit."

The word escaped his lips before he realized it and he mentally scolded himself. The low whistle that left Dean's mouth signaled he discovered what Sam had seen, and the sound of a palm hitting face signaled Lana had too.

That was something Sam loved about her, she had no problem disciplining Dean whether it was out in public or not, she had no problem in letting Dean know he'd crossed the line with her.

The small brunette who'd been hanging a poster turned. She was holding an armload of papers and frowned as soon as she spotted Sam.

"Whoa." Dean muttered--a little too loudly. "She looks pissed."

"Maybe we should head a different way..." Sam grabbed at his brother's jacket sleeve and tugged.

The small woman pressed the papers closer to herself and stalked forward.

"Who the Hell do you think you are?"

"I ask him that all the time." Dean spoke up."

"You're a damn jackass!" She jabbed a finger in Sam's direction.

"Well, now you know." Dean chuckled at Sam.

"Dean. Don't." Sam warned.

"Why does everyone know you?" Dean asked curiously. He turned to the young woman. "How do you know h--"

"I'm his wife."

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