"Now that we have an entourage, gonna be kinda hard to stay off the radar."
"We can get a mini van?" Dean glared at his brother.
"I'm not trading in 'baby' Sam, you hear me?"
"Listen boys, as lovely as this is, you can have your wincest love spat another time, right now we have to resolve this issue. I think we should split up."
"We can't split up Meg," Sam ran his hand through his hair in aggravation, "we promised god we'd keep them safe."
"Hard to do when we're not around," Dean finished.
"I meant we split in to two cars, jeez am I the only one with a brain here fellas or do you share one between your selves and fail to inform me when you switch places."
"Haha you're a riot," Dean looked over to his baby where all three angels were staring vacantly at them through the glass.
"Angels can't drive, so it'll be you and the angels and me and Sammy.
"Like Hell!" Meg stepped threateningly towards the older Winchester.
"I'm sure, you'll know best," Dean smirked, and walked towards the caravan park where a red 1967 Mustang was waiting, like she was made for this.
"Wait!"
"No can do."
"I rather go on my own than drive three angels with attitude Winchester; so here me out or start looking for that party bus."
Sighing, Dean spun back to face a very pissed off demon bitch. Déjà vu times a hundred.
"Ok, what do you sugg…"
"One. One angel."
"No freaking wa… wait. Yeah, all right, one angel. It's a deal." He walked back to stand next to her, "I know how strongly you demon's feel about these things," and pecked her on the lips.
Meg regarded him with suspicion; all the while he broke into the car and got the engine running. Walking over to the driver side, he let her take his place behind the wheel.
"Ok than," Dean announced cheerfully, "Gabriel come on out here you're driving with Meg."
Before she could so much as make one horrified protest, Gabriel had already jogged over to the car. Popping himself into the passenger seat, he held his cherry pop between his lips while fingering through an old box of tapes sitting on the dashboard.
"Heya Meg. You like Asia. I loooove Asia!"