Dean chuckled. “Yes, Sam…”

            Sam peeked between her fingers, checking that the sight was indeed safe and then she dropped her hands. She grinned. “You don’t know how hard it was to keep such a juicy bit from slipping into the papers…”

            Again, Nicole lunged for her.

            “Sam!” Dean said exasperated.

            “Okay-okay…” Sam said. “Rest assured Satan…. I won’t publish this one…Ever…”

            Nicole eyed her skeptically.

            “Nicky! You up there?” Mary Cherry’s voice traveled up from the foot of the stairs. “Can you take me home?”

            “Coming Mary Cherry…” Nicole answered back. Without lifting her eyes of Sam, she brushed past her and headed downstairs.

            Sam turned to Dean after she was gone. “I still don’t know what you see in her…”

            “Never mind about that…” Dean said. “More important is… What the ***** were you doing in the pool just now?”

            Sam reddened.

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           Sam walked into the kitchen to find Nicole sitting at the table with a tub of ice cream in front of her. She looked up when she heard someone come in and when she saw Sam, she looked down again. Sam went to the refrigerator.

           “So, you and Dean, eh?”

           The question startled her but Nicole refused to be shaken by Spam. “What about me and Dean?”

           “You two serious?”

           “It’s none of your business, Spam…”

           “Like ***** it is, Dean is my friend and I don’t want to see her get hurt…” Sam said coming to stand in front of Nicole.

           “It’s nothing, all right – ” Nicole said.

           “Nothing?” Sam asked. “What the ***** do you mean by nothing?”

           “It’s nothing, because it was a one-night stand -" Nicole said, seriously feeling like stabbing the brunette in front of her. “It was a hiccup – it was a one night -”

           “Oh, I think that you slept with her more than once, Nicole… “

           Uh-huh Spam using her real name… Erk!

           “All right, I slept with her a couple of times, but that was it…” Nicole said.

           “How many?” Sam asked.

           “A couple!”

           “How many?”

           “What do you want to know for? “ Nicole bristled.

           “How many?”

           “Six, all right…?” Nicole said, annoyed. “Six!”

           “Six one night stands?” Sam raised her eyebrows. “I think you’re kidding yourself, Nicole…”

           “Let’s just drop this conversation, all right…?” Nicole said. "Shouldn’t you be doing reports or something…?”

           Sam shrugged. “Nah, done, finished…”

           “All right, well why don’t you go and get your nose checked or something…?” Nicole suggested.

           “Do you love her?”

           “Oh, you are mad. You’re mad….”

           Nicole’s denials came up full force.

           “I’m not going to fight you anymore, Spam.” She said. “You think what you like, all right? You think what you like…”

           Sam sat down at the table, regarding Nicole intensely. “I don’t know if I like you seeing Dean…”

           “What? You don’t like me seeing Dean?”

           “I don’t know if I like that… “

           “Why?”

           “Cause you’re going a bit soft on me, Satan…” Sam said, breaking into a smile.

           “I am not going soft on you – " Nicole shook her spoon at Sam threateningly. "Dean McLeod is not going to make me go soft on you…”

           Sam laughed. “I think you’re in love…”

           “What?”

           “I think you’re in love… “ Sam repeated.

           Nicole struggled to keep herself from grinning. “Get outta here…”

           Sam smiled knowing her words had struck its mark. “I’d better get out of here then, hey?”

           “Yeah, you’d better…”

           Sam got up to leave. “Hey Satan…”

           Nicole looked up at her.

           “You’re not so bad after all…”