Dean leaned over the engine of the Impala in his tattered, grubby work jeans. His once-white t-shirt now dingy and clinging to his skin in the August heat. The box fan in the corner of the garage brought little relief to the oppressive summer air. It droned on, muffling the lyrics of Zeppelin's Black Dog as Dean worked away at removing the distributor cap.

As he sang along to the music, he noticed the low rumble of a diesel engine and the high pitched warning of a truck in reverse growing louder. Without standing up, Dean peered over his shoulder to see a moving truck as it backed into the driveway next to his.

Huh, he thought, looks like the new neighbors finally decided to move in. The house next door had been sitting vacant for nearly a year. Dean had noticed the For Sale sign had been taken down almost two months ago, but no one had ever moved in. There had been workers in and out; laying new carpet, repainting rooms, and redoing the back deck, but clearly none of them were the owner. The little brick house with it's two stall, unattached garage had looked so forlorn sitting there empty and alone. It was, by far, the smallest house on the block. A one-story, corner lot, with a walk out basement, it looked almost out of place next to the white Cape Cod, that was the Winchesters' home, and all the other large houses sprinkled along the street.

Dean watched the moving truck back up to the side door of the house. The truck was small. Really small. It seemed too small to have an entire house's worth of furniture and belongings tucked safely away inside.

Distributor cap in hand, Dean stood up from under the hood of his car and turned to watch a silver Ford Focus pull up to the curb. A woman in her late twenties with long red hair stepped out of the driver's side. She stood by the car for a moment, and looked up at the little house. A smile spread across her delicate features. She closed the door and headed over to meet the movers; her graceful movements and slender limbs clearly those of a dancer. Dean took a moment to admire her figure in a loose, flowing, pale blue shirt and khaki shorts. She was definitely the kind of woman he would go for.

Well, hello, new neighbor, Dean thought to himself.

Pulling a set of keys from her purse, the woman walked up to the side door.

"Ready fellas?" She asked with a grin.

"Whenever you are, Mrs. Novak," replied the driver with a chuckle.

"It's Anna," the woman laughed. "Not Mrs. Novak." With that, she unlocked the door to the house and stepped inside. From his vantage point in the garage, Dean watched as the movers opened the back of the truck and set to work unloading the few pieces of furniture and dozen or so boxes the little truck held. He was right; not much in there. "The boxes should all be labeled, the bedroom furniture goes to the large room on the left at the end of the hall. The one with the french doors to the deck. Everything else should be pretty obvious," Anna smiled at the movers as she stepped back outside. The sounds of a standard, default ringtone made Anna turn away from the truck, and toward the Winchesters' driveway that ran side by side with that of the little brick house. Dean, worried he had been watching too long, and not wanting to seem like a creeper to the new neighbor, turned back to the part in his hand.

"Hi, love," Anna cooed into her phone, "yes, we made it here just fine...It is! Gabriel did an excellent job. I think it will be perfect...Yes, I ate already...the baby is fine. Not too much trouble for mommy, huh?" She spoke into the phone, but put her left hand on her lower stomach and looked down as if directing the question to the child she was carrying. Dean could see now the start of a baby bump, and a rock of a wedding ring. Nope. Definitely NOT his type. Anna laughed lightly at whatever the caller had said, and Dean realized he had been staring. Again. He turned back to the engine and tried not to eavesdrop as Anna continued her conversation. "I know! But it looks like a really nice neighborhood, and I think it will be a good change...I hope so, too...I will...I'll see you soon...I love you, too." With that, she put her phone away, and Dean glanced over his shoulder at her. She really was lovely. Staring up at the house again with admiration, Anna let out a contented sigh.

Dean stood up again and cleared his throat. Startled, Anna turned to him. Her warm brown eyes wide with surprise.

"Hey," Dean offered lamely as he gave a halfhearted wave. "Welcome to the neighborhood."

"Oh! ...Thank you," Anna smiled. "It's lovely. I'm Anna." She extended her hand.

"Dean. I'd shake, but I don't want to get you all covered in grease..." he opened his arms to show her how grimy he was.

"Later, then, huh?" Anna laughed as she dropped her hand. "Have you lived in this neighborhood long, Dean?"

"All my life. My parents used to own this house. Now my brother Sammy and I own it. So, you're finally moving in, huh?" He tried to change the subject quickly. The new neighbor didn't need to hear all about his family's tragic past. They would learn it from the rest of the neighbors soon enough.

"Oh, actually, I'm not-"

"DEAN!" The shout came from the kitchen of the Winchesters' house, and both Dean and Anna turned toward the noise. Dean smirked as his younger brother came barreling out of the house. "What the Hell, man?! Why do you keep shaking all the cans of soda?! It isn't funny!" Dripping with sticky cola and irritation, Sam stopped in the driveway, oblivious of the woman standing a few feet away. Anna's eyes went wide as she took in the tall teenager covered in soda.

"Aw, come on, Sammy, you should be more careful not to spill on yourself," Dean's eyes glinted as he walked around behind Sam and made his way toward the hose. Anna, seeing what was about to happen, moved slowly toward the garage, a smile creeping onto her face as she watched the brothers battle out their prank war.

"I didn't SPILL on myself, Dean, the can EXPLODED on me!" retorted Sam.

"Well, then, we'd better get you cleaned up!" Dean cranked on the water, and turned the hose on his brother as quickly as he could. Sam shouted as the cold water drenched him from behind. Using his thumb to increase the pressure and get a better spray, Dean roared with laughter as his younger brother charged after him. The two men, still on their feet, wrestled around the front yard for control of the hose. Anna bubbled with laughter at the sight of them. None of them noticed when the blue Prius pulled up in front of the little brick house.