"You know, being a dick won't make yours any bigger," Her smart mouth made the oldest hunter roll his eyes, obviously annoyed with the young woman seated across the table from him next to his brother. Her eyebrow quirked slightly as he closed his eyes briefly, shaking his head.

"You know what?" Dean downed the rest of the whiskey in the glass tumbler next to his laptop. "I'm calling you Pi from here on out." "That made Sam look up for a moment from the ancient text her was engrossed in at the moment.

"Aww, that's sweet." A smirk on her mouth made him roll his eyes. "Because pie's your favorite, hm?" She eyed her own tumbler, frowning when she saw it was already empty.

Dean snorted, his eyes on Brielle as a few russett colored tresses slid down to the sides of her face after escaping from her messy bun. "No, not the desset... the number, smartass."

Brielle looked over at Sam, then back to Dean. "Okay..." Her fingers tapped the pencil she was holding on the table absently, not following his logic, as usual.

"You don't get it, do you?"

"You think the blank stare would have been your first clue?"

His emerald eyes darkened somewhat. "Pi because you're irrational and you don't know when to stop... running that mouth mostly." That made Sam laugh out loud, his eyes twinkling as his friend huffed at Dean's reasoning.

"Shuddup, Sammy." Their voices were in unison, making Sam laugh even harder.

"I'm gonna put on a pot of coffee. Don't kill each other while I'm gone."