Chapter 2

"Questions"

I got in the car and wiped the smile from my face. I was going with the Winchesters to go see Bobby. It wasn't a bad thing, but I had problems of my own I needed to deal with. I was the one who agreed to go though, so I guess it was my fault. They got in, muttering to each other and I remained silent.

"Were in Oklahoma, so were going to have to stop before we reach Bobby's place. But if you knew where he lived, then you would've already known that." Dean said. He turned on the engine.

"Don't be such a smartass." I said. I didn't know where we were until now, but I wasn't going to let him get the upper hand for any reason. Sam snickered and I smiled. The road was rough for a while and then an hour or so later we pulled into a motel, a typical temporary residence for the boys, another thing I heard from Bobby.

I jumped into the room after the door was unlocked and dropped my stuff on the table. I was going into the bathroom for a shower when I realized I didn't have a change of clothes.

"Sam." I said. He was more reasonable. He looked up from his stuff on one of the twin beds. "Could I leave for a while? I don't have anything to wear."

"Uh." He started, but Dean cut in.

"You are not using my baby for anything unless I'm there." He said.

"Sorry Princess, but if I can't go alone, you do realize what you will be helping me shop for right?" He glared at me.

"You could use some of our extra clothes." Sam suggested.

"Thanks Sam." I said. I returned my attention to Dean. "I'll need to get some other stuff tomorrow." I grabbed the t-shirt and sweatshirt Sam held out. He smiled sheepishly, knowing he couldn't reasonably offer me any pants. I went into the bathroom and turned on the water. I looked over the shirt he gave me; it went a few inches lower than my waist and was slightly baggy. It was faded red and had a college logo on it. It was a short nightgown on me. I shrugged. The sweatshirt was definitely bigger, but I wouldn't need it until tomorrow. I got in the shower.

When I got out of the shower I put on the shirt and my underwear before leaving the bathroom. When I went out into our room I threw my old clothes on the floor next to the bed next to Sam's bed. It was mine now. I sat on it and ran my hands through my damp hair. Dean looked up from his place at the table. He looked over me.

"I don't think so sweetheart, that's my bed." He said.

"Where am I supposed to sleep? If you weren't cheap, maybe I could've had my own room." I raised my eyebrows. He starred at me and answered.

"That's my bed."

"Don't repeat yourself, Princess."

"Stop calling me that." He whined.

"You seem high-maintenance. I call 'em as I see 'em." I laid down on the bed and flipped through the TV guide on the nightstand. I crossed my legs, feeling slightly exposed with most of my legs showing and only underwear on underneath. I looked up at Sam; he glanced at me as he was cleaning the guns on his bed. I smiled and went back to reading. A couple minutes later he said he was going to take a shower, leaving me alone with Dean.

It was silent for a while. I watched him read through some papers. I put the TV guide down and turned on the TV. I laid down on the bed, head towards the end, on my stomach. Making myself even closer to Dean, but I hadn't realized until he was looking at me from a few feet away at the table as I watched TV. I flicked through the channels and groaned when nothing good was on.

"So how did you get to know hunters?" He asked. He was still looking through the papers while he talked, but then he looked up.

"I was on the run. I think I still am." I said. I flicked through a few more channels.

"From what?" He asked.

"An abusive family." I said simply. He was silent. "How did you get that car?" I asked him.

"My dad." He was looking at me now as we talked.

"Ew, gross. What kind of beer bellied loser gets naked on TV." I said. I changed the channel. He chuckled.

"How old are you?" He asked.

"How old are you?" I said. I smiled.

"Ok." He smiled back, a wide smirk. "29."

"17." I answered. His eyes widened, he looked me over. I ignored it as I continued to watch TV. Dean stood up and rolled his shoulders. He looked tired and worn out. I got up and pulled the covers back on Sam's bed. I got in and rested my head on the pillow. Dean didn't say anything, but I saw him open his mouth as if he was going to say something.

"Night Dean." I mumbled. I closed my eyes and the lights went out in the room. The TV was still on though. I felt something hit the comforter and I opened my eyes.

"Here." Dean said. It was a pair of gray sweatpants.

"Oh, thanks." I said. I got up and pulled them on. Dean was lying down in his bed and I got back in mine. I pulled the comforter back on me when Sam walked out of the bathroom. He stopped and looked at the two beds. He was wearing a dark shirt and shorts.

Sam made his way to the small chair and I laughed.

"Sam, just lay down in bed. I don't bite." Dean mumbled in his sleep and I fought the urge to throw a pillow at him. Sam walked slowly towards the bed and put his clothes by his bag. He pulled the covers back and got in. He was large so it was tight, but I just faced Dean's bed so he could have more room. He faced my hair, I could feel his breath.

"Night Sammy." I said before closing my eyes.