I woke up to the smell of breakfast.

"Morning Cub." I heard Dean say. "Got you breakfast." He threw a folded bread at me. I sniffed it. Dean noticed. "It's a breakfast burrito." Given my confused expression, he elaborated; "There is meat, eggs and something else in it."

"Thanks." I said as I started eating.

"So you were up researching late last night?" I directed the question to them both, since Sam had just emerged from the bathroom.

"There is a ton of lore on ships. Most of the time was just sorting through it all." Sam answered.

"So how did that go?" I took another bite.

"Fine I guess, although not a whole lot on how you waste them or the spirits attached." Dean answered.

"Shame." I kept eating.

"Sorry if we kept you awake." Sam said as he took a gulp of his coffee.

"No you didn't. I just woke up to transform." I ate the last of the burrito. "Oh and thanks for not shooting me."

"It was kinda weird waking up to a wolf sleeping on the floor but you're welcome." Dean chuckled.

I smirked and grabbed some clothes and walked to the bathroom to change. I wore some of the new clothes including a dark blue flannel, a t shirt and a pair of black highwaisted ripped jeans. As well as my black boots. My hair was just finger combed again.

When I came back out, Dean got a call on his phone. "Yeah what is it? Yeah we will be there in a moment. Yeah. Thank you." He then hung up.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Another drowning, come on Sam, let's go." Dean said and grabbed his jacket.

"Can I come?" I asked.

"No." Dean said sternly.

"Come on. I could be helpful." I whined.

"No. Besides what would they think if a teenager was following two FBI agents to a crime scene?" Dean pointed out.

"Just drop me off and then I can walk over there." I pointed out. Dean just walked out without saying anything.

"Sorry maybe next time." Sam sent me a sympathetic look before closing the door.

"Great." I mumbled. "Just me and the books then."

I slumbed down on the conspicuously stained couch and started reading.

About two hours later, the boys returned again.

"So did this victim see the ship too?" I asked.

"How did you know?" Dean asked confused.

"While you were going on about the bitch, who got your car towed, Sam filled me in on the case."

"Language." Sam and Dean said in sync.

"What? You say it all the time." I complained.

"Yes and you don't want to do everything, we do." Dean said. I just rolled my eyes.

"So what did you find out?" I asked.

"Warren saw the ship and he drowned in the bathtub. That's not the biggest problem though." Dean explained.

"What is it then?" I leaned forward.

"Warren's brother saw the ship too." Sam started.

"And he isn't dead yet." Dean continued.

"So we should keep an eye on him and make sure he doesn't die." I finished.

"Yes." And then Sam realized something. "Wait? We?"

"You aren't coming." Dean said sternly.

"Listen I know. You don't want me out there but I have been taught how to fight, since I could walk." I pointed out. Dean was about to protest but I was far from done. "And I have extra strong senses. It helps quite a bit on a stakeout."

I could see them having a conversation with their eyes, before Dean announced: "fine but I won't hear any complaining about how it is boring."

"I have been here all day." I gave them a look. "I need to get out."

"Fair lets grab some food first." Dean said as we walked out the door. I grabbed my sherbet denim jacket, we had gotten earlier as well, on too.

We drove to a diner and sat down in one of the booths.

"Ehm What is all of this?" I asked and showed them the menu.

"Well you want something with meat?" Dean asked.

"Yeah but probably not a burger. I don't wanna get tired of them." I said. Dean looked at me offended. "What?"

"You can't get tired of burgers." Dean stated.

"Well I will just be on the safe side." I looked at Sam who was checking out the menu. "What could I get?"

"They have nachos." I looked at him weirdly. "It's chips with cheese and meat on top."

"Sounds good." I said just as a waitress came over.

"Welcome to Bob's diner. What can I get you?"

"A double cheeseburger with a beer." Dean said first.

"A Greek salad and a diet coke." Sam continued.

"And what about you sweetie?" The waitress asked me.

"Ehm nachos and a coke please." I said being careful about how I said it.

"Chicken or beef?" She asked.

"Chicken please."

"Okay coming right up." She smiled.

"I thought you wanted meat." Dean said as she walked away.

"Chicken is meat." I said. "Plus we don't get chicken very often unless we would take them from the farmers, which we wouldn't, cus that draws attention." I shrugged. "That has happened before and my dad had a hard time explaining it."

"Who did that?" Sam chuckled.

"You want to hear the story?" I asked unconvinced.

"Yeah we would love to hear some fun stories." Dean said enthusiastic. I knew he was overdoing it but I didn't feel like talking about it right now.

"Well it was actually Varga. Him and one of his friends, Aaron. They were like 15 or 16, which is where boys causes troubles. They snuck out one evening and hunted some of the chickens from a nearby farm." I chuckled. "My dad was pissed and went to the farmer to talk to him and convinced him, that it was wild dogs who took them."

"Here are your drinks." The waitress came back and placed our drinks in front of us.

"Thanks." Dean said. "Go on Leona."

"My mom and Aaron's mom gave them a verbal whooping of a lifetime." I took a sip from my coke. "I wasn't very old but I clearly remember my mom dragging Varga, and Aaron's mom dragging him. Both by the ear." I laughed.

Sam and dean did too.

"So I guess they never did that again?" Dean asked and drank some of his beer.

"Nope. Never." I chuckled.

Then our food arrived shortly after, and we just sat there. They shared some of their funny stories from growing up. Anything from pranks to Dean's many failed attempts at scoring chicks.

If I didn't know better, I would say, it felt like, we were a pack. A family almost.

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A/N

I know this might be a bit of a random chapter, but I really wanted to focus on some of the good memories, Leona has as well.