A/N: This is in no way supposed to be offensive to anyone writing a story that involves someone travelling with the boys - I'm doing it and how hypocritical do you think I wanna be. Also, it's not a parody, it's supposed to be vaguely serious. I wanted to look at the down side of being stuck in the Impala with the boys. Also (again) this has NOTHING to do with my other Supernatural story, the "you" in this story isn't Grace. Hope you enjoy!
The Flip Side of that Well Worn Coin
You are quiet and unobtrusive.
You are happy, but it is not immediately obvious.
You try hard not to intrude and end up looking unfriendly and stuck up.
You are confused and worry that you are just an annoying burden, or, at best, no more than a baby sister to both of them.
You are nomadic, roaming the country from motel room to motel room, nothing to tie you to any one place. No privacy and no space to be by yourself, be alone and silent so you can just think, away from the constant hum of conversation and teasing and the steady pulse of rock music.
Guys look at you and think you're pretty enough, but a mystery and too much like hard work.
Girls look at you and judge – see you as either inconsequential and no match to themselves, or as a rival.
Sometimes people get completely the wrong impression of you. You travel the United States with two men, you wear battered jeans and faded t-shirts and solid looking boots like a uniform, the sound of Led Zeppelin surrounds you like an aura. But you're not particularly outgoing or easy. You've never really been rebellious. You've always valued family and home. You like to sleep rather than stay out all night drinking.
You sit in booths in diner after diner with the boys. Bored waitresses, wearing skirts so short they're like belts, completely ignore you, focusing all their attention on the men you are with.
You see very little of hunts, but sometimes you meet the victims and so often they are girls. Girls who are beautiful and clever and brave and receiving the full focus of the boys' attention. And these girls watch you and try to decide which brother you belong to. The results vary depending on where their own interests lie.
You hang out in bars, sometimes playing darts or pool, knocking back a couple of beers. The predatory girls look at you with derision and wonder what two such fine young men are doing with you.
The girls behind the bar ignore you in favour of the men that surround you, those that are willing to flirt for a few minutes. You're rarely allowed to go and get the drinks anymore.
The girls that like to play games carefully scope out the situation and realize that, for whatever reason, you are important to the boys so they make the effort to be nice to you to get to them. This is worse than being ignored.
Most men who are interested in you are immediately deterred by the presence of the two men at your side. The ones who work up the courage to talk to you are often quickly shut down by an over protective arm around your shoulders and a few choice words and sometimes you don't even mind when Dean does that.
The only times you get to hold proper conversations with guys is when Sam stops Dean from interfering and it's nice and you enjoy it.
But it's never the same and you have to start from the beginning and lie and you rarely get goosebumps from these random guys. And even when you do it is mere hours until you are on the road again, in the back of the Impala with no legroom, and on your way to some unknown destination where you would have to start again.
A/N: I have written more of this where it gets a bit lighter and more generic and heads towards a resolution - if you want to read that let me know and I'll post it. If not, I'm just going to leave it as this vaguely bleak one shot.
Also wanted to experiment writing in this style - how did it go?