I'm no writer so don't expect Oscar Wilde here, just a bit of fun! :) My first fic.

Dean,Sam, Ruby and Bela feature.

This is set after season 3 ep 12.

Contains season 3 spoilers.

1. Of Late nights and Motels

The Impala purred down the motorway with Dean driving, one hand lazily slumped on the open window while the other gripped lovingly at the wheel of his 'baby'. His eyes were strained from hours of driving and Sam was asleep, a folded jumper serviced as a pillow. It was late.

Eventually Dean pulled into a Motel, a crude light crept though the cracks of a blind indicating the managers office, as Dean parked the car, he placed a hand on Sam's shoulder and gently shook him awake.

"We're here Sammy." Dean whispered as Sam stirred.

"What..time is it?" Sam asked stifling a yawn.

"2.30am, you've been out for 2 hours."

"Yeah and i'm gonna be out for 6 more!" He smiled slowly rising from the open car door.

"You and I both little brother!" Dean smiled back, Yawning as he heaved out the bags from the car and walked to the Office.

zzzz..

The Alarm clock beeped relentlessly as Dean and Sam woke the next morning. Dean, angry at the clocks rude awakening threw a sock at it, only for it to miss by yards and land on Sam's bed.

Sam, dressed in nothing but tight black boxers, sat up, yawned and ran his hand through his tussled hair. Putting off the beeping clock he stood up and passed Dean, who had a pillow over his head in stubborn insistence that it was far to early, he had been driving all night after all.

Sam's mobile began to vibrate on the windowsill. Dean sat up bleary eyed as Sam walked over and answered it.

"Bobby?" Sam asked, and proceeded to listen to Bobby's voice, Dean watched intently, unable to hear the actual conversation.

"What's he say?" Dean asked as Sam said goodbye and hung up the phone.

"News on Bela, she's defiantly in this town." Sam replied

"Hooray!" Dean sang in sarcasm as he stood up and walked toward the bathroom.

"I don't suppose you know a plan then, I mean, I don't see Bela surrendering and giving us the Colt outright" Sam asked after dean who was brushing his teeth.

"Nope, I'm killing' the bitch" Dean answered, poking his head out of the door with a grin, Sam let out a half smile, something inside told him that Dean wasn't entirely jesting.