Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Supernatural. So none of the main characters (except Darcy) are mine. Unfortunatly.
Prologue
"Sweet California, full of hot sun and even hotter babes."
"Get a life Dean; we're here for the job, not the girls. I don't plan on hooking up with any hot guys."
"That's cos Sammy would make that face at you and you would end up as a puddle on the ground."
"Ok, I'll give you that one. You know what?—."
"—No, what?--."
"—Shut up. I'm going to call you Snarky from now on."
"Sweet Darcy, real sweet. Can I call you Darbrain then?"
"Would you two shut up already?"
The two squabblers turned to face the tall man in the front seat, dual expressions of embarrassment on their faces. The road to California was a tough one, especially when three different personalities were trapped in the same car. The entire trip had been a nightmare, Dean was always arguing with one of them. Darcy groaned and began to hit her head on the back of the front seat, drawing a concerned look from her boyfriend. Dean leant back into the chair and folded his arms, a pout on his face as he stared out the window.
"How much longer Sammy?"
"Dar, you asked me that question two minutes ago. We still have another hour."
Darcy groaned again loudly and continued to pound her head against the back of the seat, making a large red mark across her forehead. She paused for a moment before she wriggled over the seat, falling heavily into the shotgun position. Dean looked at her open-mouthed before he turned back to looking out the window, the threat of a snarky remark looming at her. She sprawled out over the front seat, her head pressed against the cool glass and one of her arms dangled over the back of the seat.
She wound down the window with her spare hand and smiled softly as the wind blew into her hair, creating a messy mass around her face. She kept meaning to get her long dark locks cut off a bit, the fact they could now conceal a bikini was getting slightly distressing. She turned her head to the side, brushing some hair from her mouth and watched Sam, grinning when a wave of pleasure rippled down their link. It was odd, knowing almost every emotion and thought of her significant other, although she had gotten used to being able to read minds. Speaking of reading minds…
"Eww Dean! Stop thinking about that stuff!"
She turned around in her seat and faced the older Winchester, her nose wrinkled in disgust. He cocked his head to the side and grinned at her, a smug expression quickly followed.
"Shouldn't be reading my mind. Don't we have privacy laws?"
She rolled her eyes and turned her back on him. It was a known fact that people brain's were 89 percent water, and the way Dean avoided drinking it just made her theory about Dean's lack of upper brain seem more plausible. Another god-forsaken hour until they could be released from their prison and finally do some hunting (and more importantly, get away from Dean and have some fun… in a completely innocent and Darcy-ish way)
A/N: I don't know how I managed this, but I did. Yes yes, enjoy it whilst it lasts. Reviews are loved and appreciated. Also, shameless shout-out to Sarah and WanderingAnariel- they write brilliantly... yes, that means go read their stuff!