Disclaimer: Don't own Supernatural or anything associated with it. Just My character A.J. And some others to come in later chapters. Story doesn't take place between any specific episode but, as Cass is in it, its after season 3. So now without further adieu hope you enjoy the story.

"Dude, did you REALLY need to eat three super beef burritos before we left Houston? We're not even halfway there and I can't breath."

"Aw suck it up Sammy!"Dean turned his head away from the road to give Sam a smirk.

"Can we at least crack a window?"Dean just shook his head and turned his attention back to the long stretch of interstate 35 ahead of him.

"So what is it exactly that Bobby's got us going after this time?"

"No clue but supposedly this ones a two parter..."

"2 for one ghosties and ghoulies. Just freakin' Peachy!"As if we don't have enough on our hands as is. Dean thought to himself as he reached down and cranked the radio up just as the first few notes of Zeppelin's Ramble On began to play. Sam looked out the passenger side window.

"This is going to be one long car ride." he said to himself shaking his head at Dean's horrible attempt at singing along.

The sounds of the engine of a purple 69 Chevy Camaro came to a stop outside a motel just off the highway not too far from Cameron, North Carolina. Out of the driver side stepped a 5'5, 140 lb brunette. She slung her dirty old duffel bag over her shoulder and walked into the "lobby".

She waited for the man behind the counter to tear himself away from his riveting fishing show. She drummed her nails on the counter loudly causing the man to Finally take notice of her. When he had, she wished he hadn't.

"There somethin' I can do for you sweetheart?" He said while eying her up and down.

"Yeah actually you can. First of all my eyes are up here Jethro! Second I need a room."

"You got a name baby?" She rolled her eyes. This one'll be easy to fool.

"This ain't Dirty Dancing. My name ain't Baby. The names Carmichael Lucy Carmichael"

"You alone sweet thing?"he asked handing her a pair of keys.

"No,I'm here with Mr. Mooney,"What a moron she thought shakin her head slightly. "even if I was I sure wouldn't be waistin' my time with a guy like you." She grabbed the keys,turned on her heels and was out of the office in a flash.

She walked into the dim lit room, threw her bag in the corner near a faded and stained chair,tossed her phone on the nightstand and fell back on the bed. Looking around she noticed the peeling paint on the ceiling, the dust covering the TV. , and the spot on the wall where a picture had once hung. It was the only spot on the wallpaper that wasn't faded to the puke green color the rest of the wallpaper had now become.

"Guess the maid's on vacation." She said to herself. She rolled over and reached out for her phone. She started going through her phone book searching for a number. "I have got to cut some of these numbers out. Some probably aren't even the same anymore." she said scrolling down the list. "Here it is." she hit the touch screen and the phone began to dial.

"Joe's Crab Shack. What'll it be?" the voice from the other line echoed through the receiver. "Thomas, your such a dumb ass! Where are you?"

"I'm about a half mile outside of Cameron."

"Yeah well I'm at Motor Inn. Room 213."

"Motor Inn what? They usually have names."

"No Motor Inn what? Just Motor Inn. You know like the lyrics everyone thinks is in the Night ranger song."

"You've finally lost it A.J."

"Dude just get your ass here. The quicker you get here the quicker we get this hunt over with and can go home. Oh and by the way. If the moron at the front desk that was eying me like a piece of steak asks. Your Mr. Mooney."

"Mr. Mooney?"

"Yeah, I'm Lucy Carmichael and your Mr. Mooney."

"The Lucy show . . . classic!"

"Whatever. Just get here all ready." A.J. Hung up the phone, tossed it back on the table and rubbed her tired eyes before finally letting them close.

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