Amy sat in the backseat observing her two heroes that she had only see through a laptop screen. This iconic scene she had watched so many times. The brothers driving down a road in the middle of nowhere with Dean in the driver's seat and Sam looking for a job to do. She leaned forward to glance over the top of Sam's shoulders and look at his screen. Some articles were pulled up in multiple windows about some strange deaths and reports of black smoke rising from the ground all around the world.

Oh right, Amy thought, quite scared at the moment, the darkness is loose. Well, crap.

Trying to steer herself away from those life threatening thoughts, she turned to Sam and quickly said the first thing that came to her mind, "So can you still do that awesome ESP stuff with demons?" she asked Sam, the words coming out of her mouth at a mile a minute.

"Excuse me?" Sam asked, looking almost offended. Immediately realizing what she said, Amy slouched back down in her seat while wishing desperately that she could sink into the seat out of sight of the two brothers. She tried to move herself behind Redbeard but he whined like the giant furry baby he was and moved out of the way. Sam rolled his eyes and turned back to the laptop's screen.

"Maybe, I haven't tried in years though," he answered to Amy's surprise. She sat up straighter with a smile and noticed the almost worried glance from Dean towards Sam. She also saw the little shrug as Dean silently told himself that he had no right to judge after the incident with the mark.

Sam scrolled through some more articles and Amy leaned forward doing something she always wanted to. Braid Sam Winchester's hair. He looked at her through the corner of his eyes and asked, "What do you think you're doing?" which drew Dean's attention to the two.

"Hold on, I'm not ruining your precious hair, don't worry," Sam rolled his eyes as Dean tried to hold in his laughter. His lips were pursed and his shoulders shaking up and down. By the time Sam noticed Dean's snickering, Amy had already finished five short braids.

"Dean, what is she doing," he twisted in his seat while he tried to see what was going on, which only made Dean laugh harder.

"There," Amy quickly put the little rubber band on the sixth braid and sat back in her seat with a small chuckle. Sam sighed as he ran a hand through his hair then his eyes widened with surprise as he felt the bumps which turned Dean's suppressed chuckles into the full-blown laughter. He pounded the steering wheel as Sam tried to get an answer as to if his hair was braided or not. Sam had a scowl painted on his face by the time Dean had almost finished laughing.

"Oh," Dean said through a long breath, "I like her," he pointed to Amy who smiled happily.

"Funny," Sam rolled his eyes as he tried to find all the braids and dismantle them one by one. When had successfully take one out, he gave the small rubber band back to Amy who shoved it into a pocket of her TARDIS bag.

Over the course of the next 16 hours or so, Sam and Dean learned that Amy can't be cooped up for long amounts of time. Some examples are provided:

Example number one-

Dean looked in the rearview mirror and did a double take. "Amy, what are you doing upside down? You're going to get the leather seats dirty!" he whined.

"I'm thinking," she responded simply as her face started to flush red from the top of her head touching the floor.

Example number two-

"OH!" Amy exclaimed as she looked into her large bag, "I've got a few things I want you two to see." First she pulled out the Samulet, "I got this off of Etsy so it's not exact but Dean if you want it you can have it." Dean took it in his right hand and stared fondly down at it, "I've got a lot of reference shirts, but I can show you guys those later," she rummaged through the bag some more until she pulled out a black fabric rectangle, "by the way, how would you like to watch your lives?" she zipped open the hand-held DVD case to reveal the first 9 seasons of Supernatural on DVD, "I've got season 10 downloaded onto my laptop."

"How do you even have those in this universe?" Sam asked, "I thought that anything referencing the show would be sort of erased since it doesn't exist in this universe."

Dean muttered almost inaudible under his breath, "nerd." Sam rolled his eyes and Amy waved Dean off whilst Dean only shrugged.

"I dunno," Amy followed Dean's lead and shrugged, "I guess it's a Back to the Future type situation. You still have the things from the future even if you're in the past. I still have the things from my universe even if I'm in yours."

"NERDS!"

Example number three-

"Redbeard, you are in the car of a hero," Sam and Dean glanced into the backseat, "and two Winchesters." They both rolled their eyes and faced forward whilst Amy smirked. "Just kidding, they're cool too." Dean smiled.

Example number four-

Sam clenched his teeth while Amy was lying down on the backseat and humming different choruses to multiple songs and sometimes quietly singing them.

"You gotta keep your head up oh oh and you could let your head down eh eh," she paused, "we are the champions my friends duh nuh nuh nuh and we'll keep on fighting till the end duh nuh nuh nuh we are the champions we are the champions."

Sam silently screamed as he slouched down in his chair and angrily slammed his laptop closed.

There were many more examples along the 9 hour drive back to Lebanon, Kansas where the bunker was located. Both the brothers were extremely relieved from having Amy fall asleep under the backseat where they both couldn't see her and only hear her soft snoring…along with her dogs. Sometimes the jingling of her bracelet could be heard when they went over bumps in the road.

Dean looked over at is brother, "Dude, seriously, what are we gonna do? She can't stay at the bunker forever. I mean, how well did the last person who stayed at the bunker go? Kevin? Huh?"

"Dean, I don't know what you want me to say, I mean no she isn't going to stay at the bunker forever, just once we can get a hold of Cass and he can send her back," Sam reasoned back to Dean who merely clenched his teeth in return.

After a moment he responded, "Well, how long is that going to take? I mean sometimes we don't hear from Cass for weeks."

"Well that was a long time ago. Now, most of the time he just answers his phone," Sam tried to get through to his brother, but now knew that when he got a certain mind set Sam knew he was unreachable. "Fine," Sam whipped out his phone and speed-dialed Cass. He waited for a moment and then when he got Cass' odd voicemail (I don't understand, why do you want me to say my name?) he put it back in his pocket.

"Exactly," Dean muttered cynically.