I am sorry for the delay, there was a death in the family and I haven't been able to put anything up. But here you go. Thought I would do it in different POV. So this is Sam's POV
I stared at her, trying to figure out what happened. She wasn't too tall but had a fierce look about her. Her brown eyes held a fierceness only old hurt could bring. A smile played at her lips and wisp of her long dark ebony hair clung to them.
Her dark denim jacket was old and well worn. She wore a dark shirt and dark blue jeans with holes in the knees, which were bleeding slightly. Her knapsack was leaning against her leg and was opened slightly.
"How do you know my name?" Dean asked a hint of anger in his voice.
"I know a lot more than just your name." She shifted her gaze to me "And you must be Sam."
I nodded slightly, I looked at Dean and he raised an eyebrow at me. We contemplated on what to do.
"So, uh, where you guys heading to?"
She looked at us both up and down, Dean leaned in towards me and whispered. "Could be a replay of the blond chick."
"Maybe, or she could help us."
Dean looked at me as if I was crazy. "Have you forgotten the freak ass blond? Didn't you met her on the side of the road? HELLO, look at her."
Dean turned his head and smiled at the girl and she just stared at him, emotionless. He grabbed my shoulder and led me farther away so she couldn't hear us talking.
"We are not bringing some chick with us just so she can murder us." Dean hissed.
"Wait." I said
"What?" Dean said obviously agitated
"Maybe she can help up."
"She's not coming with us Sammy."
"Dean come on think about it, Dad's hours ahead of us. He could just decide to do this on his own now. Maybe she could help us track him down again or maybe find the demon." I said stepping in front of Dean.
He glared at me, just then she cleared her throat, we looked at her and she gave us a look of impatience. "Look I am so happy and all that you two are talking. And as much as I'd love to play telephone all day I need to know where you guys are going and if I can hitch a ride."
"Eh we are going to Iowa." I said.
She bit her lip and regarded me with worry. She nodded her head and started to walk away. I felt bad, like I had hurt her in some way. Dean said "Well, alrighty." and started towards the car.
I grabbed the passengers door and held on to the handle, but didn't open it. She was about twenty feet away and walked with her head down. I looked at Dean who was about to get in. He suddenly straightened up and looked at me angrily, "Do not do what I think you are going to do!"
"Hey! Where exactly do you have to go?"
She turned and looked at me, "Minnesota!"
I looked at Dean again, his jaw was clenched and he was glaring at me. "Come on Dean, we will be passing through a part of Minnesota anyways."
I looked back over to her and noticed she walked closer and was now standing in front of the car. "Eh Where exactly in Minnesota?"
"Isabelle."
Dean groaned loudly and she glanced at him and smirked. He glared at her and she glared back. Finally Dean opened his door and got in grumbling and said loudly, "I really hate you Sam."
"Forgive my brother for being a-"
"Ass?"
I laughed and nodded, "When we hit Nebraska we can stop at a hospital okay?"
She was opening the car door when I said that, she looked up at me and yelled, "No! No hospitals."
She slipped into the car and I followed, startled at her protest.
"What a fear of needles?" Dean said laughing and putting the car in drive.
"No, I just don't like hospitals." she responded sharply.
"You got pretty banged up, are you sure you don't want to get checked out?" I asked, turning in my seat to look at her.
Her eyes flashed, "No, I'm fine. Really. I'm a fast healer."
"Yeah? Is that why you threw yourself off a cliff? To see how fast you heal?" Dean said
"Okay. One, I didn't throw myself off of a cliff, it was a hill! And two, if you insult me anymore, I'm going to do a hell of a lot more damage to your car than that little scratch I left on you bumper." She replied hotly.
"Scratch? What scratch!" he asked.
The look on his face was priceless, I could tell she was having fun getting revenge.
"Don't worry, it's just a couple of inches. Slap a coat of paint on it and no one will notice." She grinned.
"Wha...?" He said, he looked at me franticly.
I laughed at Dean and turned around to look at her. We both just smiled fleetingly.
"You guys are sick, man. Sick!" Dean said loudly and turned up the radio.
We drove a few miles in silence, I contemplated on how to begin a conversation with her.
"So, uh, your...?"
"Julia. My name's Julia." She smiled.
"Great get attached..." Dean mumbled and leaned forward to read the sign passing by.
'Nebraska, 12 miles.'
It was around six o'clock when we came into a little town.
"We'll crash here for tonight," Dean said.
"Do we have enough money for a hotel room?" I asked.
Dean opened his wallet, "Um...no."
"Great." I whispered.
"Ha, don't worry we can figure something out. Make up a lie, thats what we do best."
Julia laughed quietly then said "I can get you guys cash."
"And the catch?" Dean said
"Well..."
Dean glared at me, "See I told you no good."
She laughed again "Oh Dean your so uptight. Theres no catch, your driving me to my destination. This is the least I can do."
"See I told you she could help us." I said to Dean and he groaned.
Dean shut the car off and Julia got out of the car and started looking around. I was about to get out when Dean hit my arm. He smiled and pretended to turn the car on, "How far do you think we can go before she realizes we are gone?"
"Why do you hate her?" I said angrily and got out.
Dean slipped out of the car and slammed the door. "I don't hate- hey where is she going?"
I looked behind me to see her walking towards a bar. "Getting cash my ass." grumbled Dean and we jogged towards her.
"Where the hell do you think your going? What are you 12?" snapped Dean, grabbing her shoulder.
She shrugged him off and glared at him. She clenched her jaw. "For you information I'm 24."
I raised an eyebrow, she looked to young to be twenty-four. Then she sighed loudly, "Fine, 21."
She walked away from us, Dean looked at me and said "You don't think shes gonna-"
"Get your mind out of the gutter Dean." I snapped and followed her.
We entered the bar and saw her talking with the bar tender. They seemed to know each other really well. Just who exactly was she? She handed him a napkin and he disappeared for a moment.
She turned and gave us a smile. I nodded at her and searched for a table in the slightly crowded bar. I watched her as she looked around and suddenly the bar tender was back. He handed her a beer and something else which she put in her jacket. He said something to her and she laughed. She pointed towards us and he nodded. Moments later he came over to us and handed us each a beer.
"Oh, free beer I like." Dean said, knocking back the bottle and taking a long drink.
"What is she doing?" I said, leaning across the table.
"Having doubts know are we? See I told you. Anyways I don't know, could care less. Free beer brother!"
I glanced at her again and her brow was furrowed, she bit her lip than nodded at the tender. She glanced our way, worry etched across her face.
Suddenly the tender spoke loudly: "Gents, anyone who can drink this little lady under the table, gets a free round of beer and all she's worth!"
Julia snapped something at him and he shrugged his shoulders. "Dean I don't like this."
"Remember, she wanted to come here. She said she'd get us cash," he shrugged his shoulders. "let her do what she wants."
I glared at Dean, annoyed at the way he was handling this He gave me a big grin and took another swig of beer. Moments later glasses were filled and a few guys sat near Julia. A few took out cash and a chill went up my spine when she smiled at them. A cold smile, she reminded me of someone.
"Damn she can drink." Dean said.
I snapped out of my daze to see her finish another bottle and slam it down. She had drank six bottles and two shots. She smiled at all the guys and collected the cash on the table. She walked towards us quickly and said, "Lets go before they complain."
Dean smiled at her, and held out his hand. She shoved the cash into his chest and walked outside. I got up and Dean whistled.
"150 in an hour and a half. I'm starting to like her."