Part 3:-

Sunday 1.30pm:-

"Wanna go get something to eat?" Dean asked Tareena as she got out of the shower. "I need a steak like a duck needs a fu--"

"Hell yeah, I'm starving," she laughed, cutting him off. Grabbing the pile of clothes off the closed toilet seat, she dressed quickly in her jeans and sweatshirt. Dragging a comb through her wet hair, she deftly pulled it back into a ponytail with a quick flick of her wrist and a well aimed scrunchie.

As Dean locked up the room, he paused and pulled Tareena into him for a bruising kiss. He knew this tiny break in hunting was going to have to end soon but for now, he was going to enjoy every minute of it. As they walked, it felt natural to hold her hand and link his fingers through hers, leading her down the block to the small diner.

Pushing the door to the diner open, Dean almost tripped over his own feet as a familiar shaggy head turned and gave him a thousand watt smile.

"Sammy?" Dean's surprise was evident in the tone of his voice. "Wha…? How…? When…?"

Sammy stood, smirkingly, and advanced on his older brother. "Bobby." Just one simple word to explain almost a whole week away.

"Bobby?" Dean asked.

Sam nodded, peering over Dean's shoulder to look at Tareena who was shuffling nervously from foot to foot. "Told me where I'd find you. Just looked for the first motel in the phonebook and tracked you down, figured you'd show up here, being the only diner in town and you liking steak on Sundays."

And even though Sam had spoken to Dean, his eyes had never left Tareena's, apart from the occasional glance at his brother.

"Tareena, this is my geek brother, Sam. Sam, this is Tareena," Dean introduced them both to each other.

Sam held his hand out and Tareena shook it. "Nice to meet you, Sam."

A big, wide smile split Sam's face, followed seconds later by a chuckle. "Okay, you guys know you are wearing matching hickie bands, don't you?"

Tareena spun a look at Dean, as he wheeled around to look at her neck. It was true. They were both sporting an impressive display of current ownership.

"Maybe we should sit down and order?" Dean shrugged as nonchalantly as he could manage, and staggered away towards a booth at the rear of the diner.

Tareena and Sam followed, with Tareena sliding into the booth so as to sit opposite Dean, and Sam sliding in beside his brother.

The three of them order steaks, with the works, and fall silent while waiting on them. Dean can't tear his eyes away from Tareena. Tareena blushing slightly like a caught teenager. Sam glancing incredulously from one to the other and back again, and he needs to fill the sudden silence because, well, because if he doesn't he'll start over analyzing things again.

"So, does this mean you're joining us Tareena? You know, kinda like a non-sexual threesome--"

"Wha--?" Dean choked on his next breath, cutting Sam of before he could say anything worse.

Tareena laughed hard at both of them. "Nope, it means, oh hell… I need to get back… my baby…" The look of sharp realization that she had abandoned her beloved car settled her features and twisted them into a look of something that resembled fear.

Dean's hand on her knee calmed her for a moment. "Oh shit. I forgot. Your car's at Bobby's place."

"And you know that how?" she cocked her head, brows raised in question.

"I kinda forgot to tell you. I called him that first night and asked him to tow it to his place. Be safe there and I didn't want you to worry 'bout it. Sorry." Dean explained, just as their steaks arrived.

Something new and confusing stirred in Tareena's belly. She wasn't used to anyone thinking of her, putting her feelings first. Only Dean would have thought of the Montecarlo and called Bobby to keep an eye on it. Only he could understand what that car meant to her. Later, when they were alone again, she was going to make sure Dean knew how much that meant to her.

Sam chuckled as he cut into his thick steak. "You two are totally a pair, you know that. Car-brained grease monkeys to the core. Just what I need…"

Tareena looked up from her steak and grinned at Dean, kicking him under the table in acknowledgement. Dean sniggered, agreeing. He couldn't have met anyone more perfect if he'd been looking. But he hadn't been looking and now, now he wasn't sure where this was going or what the outcome would be.

He needed to stop thinking about this before he said or did something he couldn't take back. It would be totally cool by him if Tareena did join them, and hell, she was a hell of a lot better to look at that Sammy.

"Anyways, Sammy. Where'd'ja get to after you ditched me?" Dean cut a huge chuck of steak and stuffed it into his mouth.

"I… ahm… ended up at Bobby's," he admitted quietly.

"At Bobby's?" Dean retorted around the chunk of steak he was till chewing. "You've been there all this time? How come Bobby didn't say anything when I called him 'bout Rina's car?"

"Told him not to tell you, is all. Look Dean, it's not a big deal. I just wanted to prove to myself that we could both cope without each other. I'm still alive and you… well… you got laid and killed a zombie – you're two favorite things."

"Sam!" Dean exclaimed. "You are so going to get your ass kicked for that."

"Be worth it," Sam smirked again.

"You two gonna tell me what's going on? I'm all for inside jokes, but only when I'm one of the insiders." Tareena put her cutlery down and looked at them both, slowly.

"Gonna tell her, Sammy-boy?" Dean tipped his head in the direction of his younger brother.

"Maybe you should, Dean. She might kill me, but I doubt she would you," Sammy was near laughing out loud.

Dean swallowed his mouthful and took a drink from the ice cold coke he'd ordered before he finally spoke. "It's Bobby. For the last six months, he's been hell bent of getting us both fixed up. Figures we need more in our lives than just hunting. So, every now and again he fixes it for us to be split up and then well, you can guess."

Tareena choked on her baked potato. "You are kidding, right? Please tell me you are kidding? I'm so kicking Bobby's butt next time I see him."

Neither Dean nor Sam was entirely sure she was joking as they looked at each other.

"Damn it. I swear, the next time I see him, I'll… I'll…" she gritted out.

"I'll be thanking him," Dean grinned, rubbing her thigh under the table, his eyes ablaze with fresh lust.

"Yeah, and that too," she grinned back. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad teaming up with the Winchester boys. "Still, he should get himself a hot girlfriend and butt outta other people's love lives."

"Now there's a plan," Sam laughed, with Tareena and Dean joining in the mirth.

...finis...