It's Been a While. [Dean&Kesh]

Kesh placed the chips back on the shelf after a moment or two, deciding that they probably weren't the best option at that moment in time. She knew she'd want them later, but she didn't wanna get fat and lazy. She had to stay fit in case she had to run for her life again.

It was only as she tucked the chips back into their spot on the shelf that a couple of familiar voices hit her ears. It didn't click who it was at first but when she looked up and saw two men turning into her aisle and immediately shutting up, her jaw dropped a little and she tilted her head to a side, making sure that it was definitely them. When she was certain, she edged over to them, staring up at Dean.

"Hello Dean... Sam," she said softly, smiling a little but half expecting Sam to be all over her in any second. She kept a little bit of distance between them just to be safe. "It's been... A year and three days."

She knew her recollection of how long it had been since they'd met might have sounded really weird, but to her it wasn't. It was kinda hard to forget about someone saving you from things trying to eat you alive. It was still something that made her skin crawl even now a year later.

A confused look soon crept it's way across Kesh's pretty features. Dean was giving her a look that she didn't really understand and he was introducing her to Sam who she'd already met.

"Bu-" she started, trying to think of the right words. "But I know Sam... Kinda. He pulled me out of the alley... then tried to get me into bed until I convinced him to go get you out of that alley. Don't you remember?"

She remembered about Sam not having a soul. She wondered if he'd gotten it back yet and if he did, she wondered if it hurt.

"If you're scared of what he'll remember, there's nothing bad so far as I'm concerned. You saved me, looked after me for the night then I left town. It was as simple as that," she said in a rather matter-of-fact tone. She knew Dean wouldn't particularly be amused by this but she didn't understand what was actually happening to Sam, she didn't know that he had Satan vision or anything like that. No one had bothered to explain. "It's nice to see you both alive though... And I've been doing my research." She smiled proudly at this. "I know bits and pieces about what you do now. I can't say I envy you."

Kesh gave Dean a blank look when he was going on about social cues. "I know what they are... But I don't particularly understand them. I'm still getting used to this whole non-slave thing," she said to him quietly, casting a glance around them. No one was really paying any attention to them, they were all too preoccupied with their own shopping to pay her or Sam or Dean any attention. Kesh noticed the caution on Dean's face as he stared at Sam.

She reached over and tugged lightly at Sam's sleeve.

"Why's he looking at you like you're about to explode?" she asked, genuinely concerned. She leaned over and placed her basket on the floor, tucking it against the shelf so it wasn't a tripping hazard and she looked expectantly between Sam and Dean, waiting for an explanation.

Kesh watched Sam walk away looking what she thought was a little disgruntled. "Dean, why do you always feel the need to hide everything? Even when you're brother had no soul, he didn't lie to me," Kesh said, feeling rather hurt that she couldn't be trusted by him. "Its not like I'm going to tell anyone and it's not like anyone would believe me."

She listened to his apology and nodded a little.

"Its fine... But you could at least be honest with me. I know you don't know me very well, but I promise I won't tell anyone," Kesh assured him and picked up her basket. "Sam seems... better. A little distracted. But he's definitely better with a soul. How did you swing that? No wait, wait. Tell me when we get to your motel room."

Kesh looked over her shoulder and grabbed the chips she'd picked up before and threw them into her basket before following Sam to the counter, rooting around in her pockets with her free hand, looking for some cash.