Sam had called her just last night. The current case he was working on made absolutely no sense, he wasn't even sure if it was a case. Maybe it was just a bunch of completely random, odd deaths.

It was better to be safe than sorry. That's why he had called Bobby's daughter to help him out. She had inherited her father's abilities whenever it came to the lore. If anyone could figure what kind of monster (if it was even a monster), Sam knew that she could. It was her talent. He knew she would be able to figure this out. Hell, with her help it wouldn't take more than a day or two.

The drive to Sam's motel hasn't taken her long, not at all. The drive had only been six and a half hours. Compared to how far she'd driven for even smaller cases, it was practically nothing. She would have driven halfway across the entire country if Sam asked her to. She was loyal to a fault. If Sam needed her help, she was there. It didn't matter how late he called her, or what he needed. She always showed up for him.

The crush she harbored on the younger Winchester boy was her best kept secret. She tried (and failed) to ignore the butterflies in her stomach as she knocked on the door to motel room 108.

Sam answered the door, a small smile on his face. He ran a hand through his always messy hair in attempts to fix it.

"I-I didn't think you'd be here this quickly," Sam said with a small chuckle.