“Really… Anything worth putting in the papers?” Sam cocked up her eyebrow.

            “Is the paper all that you think about, Sam?” Brooke asked suddenly.

            “Huh?” This time both eyebrows shot up.

            “Whatever… I got practice to go to… See you around…”

            Sam stared at Brooke’s marching backside, dumbfounded. She turned to Dean. “What was that all about?”

            Dean shrugged. “Hey, don’t ask me… She’s your girlfriend…”

            Sam shot her a murderous glare.

            “Oohh… Wrong button to push…” Dean said backing away.

            “Let’s just get the interview done so that after this I can kill you…”

            Dean laughed as she hauled her camera bag onto her shoulder. “Right-O, Boss…”

            Sam let the Coach drone on about his new training method. She wasn’t even listening. Her eyes were planted way over his shoulder as she watched Brooke doing her practice.

            “And that, is how we’re going to win the championship…”

            Sam realized the Coach had stopped talking. She smiled. “Yes, thank you Sir. I think I have all the information I need…” she said as she dumped her tape recorder into her bag. She headed to Dean who was standing near the finishing post taking pictures of the sprinters as they pass the finish line

            “You finished?” Dean asked.

            Sam nodded. Dean crouched down to put her camera back in its case. Sam watched her for a moment. But then, her eyes wandered again to the cheerleaders.

            “Sam, you’re drooling…” Dean whispered.

            Sam swatted her with her legal pad. “Like you’re not drooling over Satan…”

            At the mention of Nicole, Dean’s expression hardened. “That’s different…” she said.

            “Huh? Why is it different?” Sam asked.

            “I’ve actually slept with her…” Dean said. “You don’t even have the courage to tell the girl you love about your feelings…”

            “You get to sleep with Satan cause she’s a *****…” Sam quipped.

            “As much as I agree with you…” Dean said as she too began to watch the squad. “I have to admit that, at the same time… I’m hoping that you’re wrong…”

            “Oh, don’t go mushy on me, McLeod…” Sam said. “It’s creepy…”