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I jolted upright when I heard the door slam, Dean cursed and Sam laughed.
I rubbed my eyes and leaned against the head board, "Are you two drunk?" I asked.
"I'm not, but Sammy may have had a few too many," Dean said, shutting the door quietly behind them.
Sam staggered into the bathroom and shut the door clumsily, we could hear him humming Mary Had a Little Lamb through the door.
"Will he be okay to come to the carnival?" I asked suspiciously as Sam stumbled out of the bathroom and sat on the chair by the desk and continued to hum.
"Good question," Dean said, "Hey Sammy?"
"Yeah?" he whipped his head around at lightning speed, no doubt giving himself a headache.
"You feeling alright, buddy? You think you can come to the carnival in a bit?"
"Yeah I'm great," he slurred as he flopped down onto the end of my bed, "So what have you been doing?"
"Nothing," I said flatly, "Where did you guys even go?"
"Back to the Roadhouse, we've got Ash - the guy with the mullet, doing some work for us, Sam got a bit sidetracked after we checked in on Ash's work." Dean explained.
I jumped as Sam fell face first onto my legs, even through the comforter it hurt, because my legs were crossed.
"Sam get off, you're hurting me," I said as I smacked his shoulder lightly.
Dean laughed as I struggled and squirmed to try and free my legs from under the six foot tall moose that had just passed out on them, "Are you gonna just stand there or are you going to get your drunken brother off of me?"
Dean obliged and lifted Sam by the shoulders, allowing me to slip my legs out, I moved my knitting out of my way and pulled my knees to my chest under the blanket.
"Well I guess he's not coming tonight," Dean smirked at his brother and then looked at me, "Look's like it's just you and me sweetheart."
"If you try anything I swear to God I'll mace you."
"Woah, calm down," Dean said lightheartedly, "So what have you been doing anyways?"
"I was knitting but then I fell asleep."
"You're serious?" he cocked an eyebrow.
"Yeah I'm fuckin' serious," I said irately.
"Aren't you a little," he paused, "young to be knitting?"
"No, knitting is very beneficial for anyone; I haven't bought any winter wear in over five years."
Dean shot a thoughtful glance to the ball of wool next to me, "What are you making?"
"A hat," I replied.
"It looks a little plain?" he said eyeing the simple design of the woollen lump on the bed next to me
"Just because I knit doesn't mean I'm good at it," I smiled, "this pattern is wicked easy and my hat's starting to get old."
"You're a weird chick, Nancy," Dean smiled as he grabbed the TV remote off of the shared night table, shrugged out of his coat and leaned back on his bed.
I assumed he would have changed the channel but he left it on, "Really?" I asked, "You aren't going to insult my choice of television?"
Dean didn't answer, he just stared at the spray-tanned, robotic hosts peddling some kind of kitchen gadget.
I turned back to my knitting and to my surprise I fell asleep for the second time that night.
"Hey Nancy, we should go now," Dean said as he shook my shoulder.
I rubbed my eyes and sat up, "Sam's still sleeping?"
"Clearly," Dean said, gesturing to the end of my bed where Sam was snoring with his face buried in the floral patterned blanket.
I snatched my coat from the top of my suitcase and slid it on over my hideous home-made sweater.
"Whose car are we taking?" I asked.
"I guess we can take yours, I don't really want to be seen driving the hunk of junk we showed up in," Dean said bitterly.
"Is it Sam's car then?" I asked, wondering why he hated a car that I presumed was his.
"No, we borrowed it from a friend because my car was in a wreck," Dean replied as he buckled his seat belt.
"That sucks, so are you going to get a new one?" I asked disinterestedly as I turned the key in the ignition.
"No way!" he stared at me like I just suggested we go eat some babies, "I could never sell my baby, I'm fixing her up."
"Oh you're one of those guys," I said knowingly.
"'Those guys'?" he cocked an eyebrow at me.
"You know, those 'macho' guys who love their cars so much they name them and pretend they're people," I replied keeping my eyes on the road.
"You don't even know me, what makes you think I'm like that?"
"Oh I may not know you but I certainly know your type," I wagged a finger at him knowingly.
Moments later we arrived at the carnival, "I don't know what you think you're gonna find here," I said slamming my door shut and leading Dean up to the fair ground.
"Just can it, and show me how to get in."
"Okay, I can get into almost all of the tents but we'll have to wait until I get the keys to get into the trailers."
"Who's out there?" A gruff voice yelled, "You better scram you little bastards, I've got a gun!" the light inside the trailer closest to us flicked on and I saw a silhouette moving towards the door.
Dean shot me a forceful look and took hold of my arm, we ran back to my van. Dean mouthed the word "keys," urgently and I tossed them to him without thinking. I jumped in as quickly as I could and Dean floored it back out to the highway.
"Well so much for getting a head start on this sick son of a bitch," Dean said as he gripped the steering wheel tight.
"Who cares, at least he didn't call the cops, or worse, kill us," I said, still breathing heavily from all the excitement.
"Trust me, that's not the worst thing that could happen to you these days," he said ominously.
Neither of us said a word, the whole way back to the motel; when we got in, Sam was still lying on my bed, he had moved a bit but was still very much asleep.
"Looks like Sammy's claimed the bed for the first night," Dean said draping his leather jacket across the chair in the corner.
"I'd offer you mine but I haven't slept on a mattress in six months," I shrugged as I took off my jacket and laid it on the bed.
"Seriously?" he asked as he walked to the cooler they had brought with them and got out a beer, he then pointed one at me, I nodded and he carefully tossed it to me.
"Yeah," I struggled to try and get the cap off.
"Here give it to me," Dean said yanking the bottle from my incapable hands and twisting the cap off in one swift motion.
"Thanks," I took a swig.
"So why haven't you slept on a real bed in so long?" he chugged almost half of his beer.
"I'm completely broke," I laughed, "That's why I made you guys pay me, and why I agreed on splitting the room."
"Yeah, I was wondering why you were so quick to sign up for rooming with two random dudes."
"It's not like this is the first time," I sipped my beer and waited for Dean's reaction, which was a small jaw drop.
"I'm joking, obviously, do I look like the kind of girl who does that?" I answered before he could, "Yeah that's what I thought."
"So what do you do for money?"
"Whatever I can do while still keeping my dignity of course," I said finishing my beer and placing the empty bottle on the dresser.
"Want another?" he asked pointing towards the cooler.
"No thanks, that's enough sharing for tonight, I'm going to bed," I replied gathering my pajamas and walking to the bathroom to change.
When I came out Dean was lying on the floor between the beds using his jacket for a pillow.
I climbed into bed from the opposite side, I slide under the covers, then I tossed a pillow and the comforter over the edge of the bed. I wrapped the top sheet around me tightly and listening to Dean rearranging himself on the floor.
"Thanks," he said.
"You're welcome," I replied.
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