A/N: Sorry that it's been awhile since the last update of this story. My muse finally kicked in for it and other ones today and so I am trying to crank out what I got before it hits midnight tonight, signally time to go to bed and wake up the next day to go Hell with textbooks and homework. Lol. Anyways, hope you like this chapter.

After managing Dean's sticky situation and getting dressed to start the day, we packed up the duffels, the newspaper clippings and the arsenal into the Impala. Sam and I were in the car waiting as Dean went to go and check us out before hitting the open road to another town somewhere in Virginia where Sam had found a new hunt. It was nice to visit so many places in this line of work, but there was no way I'd be asking to stay in a town for more than a few weeks just for a break. The boys were always on the move and I learned that after meeting them in the past.

Meanwhile, I wasn't wasting time just sitting there in the silence, and so my nose was dug into a book called 'Vampire Academy'. Sure, the book was about vampires, but it was a romance/action novel that really reeled me in, and it was a good retreat from the actual monsters and vampires that existed in the real world.

I was so engrossed into my novel that I didn't even see or hear Dean sneak up to the window that was rolled down close to my head as I lay down in the backseat. Getting to an intense part where Rose and Dimitri were about to get hot and heavy due to a spell on her necklace, I was on edge anticipating what was to happen next; Dean strikes. My scream sounded throughout the car and parking lot as I shut my eyes, book flying in the air and shooting upright from being scared shitless.

Dean came around to the driver's side of the car and got inside, chuckling at my reaction along with Sam.

"So not funny Dean!" I exclaimed angrily, grabbing my book off the floor of the Impala and whacking him upside the head with it, before sitting back into the seat and flipping the novel open to find my spot.

"I don't know what you see in those kind of books. They are completely inaccurate," Dean commented, starting the engine.

"Not everything has to be accurate to be exciting and interesting," I retorted, frustrated that I couldn't find the page I was on, so I flung it back to the floor.

"Anyways, what's the information on the hunt?" Dean asked, pulling out of the motel lot and into what little road traffic there was.

"Vanishing Motel Room," Sam spoke.

"That's it?" Dean asked annoyed.

Sam huffed and continued, "Legend goes that a young woman was traveling with her mother when the older woman became very ill. A doctor came to their room to examine her and told the daughter he'd need her to get some medicines from across town immediately, and that'd he'd stay with the patient. The daughter did as she was told.

"It was late in the evening when she finally made it back to the motel through the town, and to her surprise her room was locked. She went to the front desk to see why the doctor had left her mother, and the man at the front desk told her no one was staying in that room, and hadn't been for days."

"Well isn't that a mouth full…" I commented, "Let me guess, the guy showed her the room and everything wasn't how she remembered and she never found her mother again." Dean shot me a look through the rear view mirror, while Sam turned around to give it to me full on.

"What?" I asked, shrugging my shoulders confused.

"Bookworm," Dean muttered.

"Damn proud of it. Saved your ass multiple times." I smiled happily.

Sam and I laughed at Dean's displeased expression and sudden silence, then stopped to discuss more of the hunt.

"What motel is it so then I know where to check us in?" Dean asked, his fingers dwindling on the steering wheel, just showing how much he wanted to turn on the radio or pop in a tape.

"Merry Time Motel," Sam replied, and as soon as he spoke the words, Dean pressed the dial and music blared through the speakers of the classic.

"DEAN!" I shouted above the noise. I didn't mind his music at times, but I wasn't in the mood to be listening to Metallica right about now.

His hand twisted the knob so it turned the volume down to speaking level, and I sighed in relief.

"What?" he asked.

"Can you change the station please?" I asked politely.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Driver picks the music…"

"I know, I know! But Dean, come on, be a little bit nice for once and let the shotguns get a say in the matter. Meaning, driver shuts his cakehole instead," I said.

Both Sam and I stared at the elder, seeing him think, and I mean really think. It was like an intense game show where you had to figure out the answer to the question in a certain amount of time. Jeopardy, or Who Wants to Be a Millionaire? Extreme Dean Edition.

"Fine, but at the sign of any girly crap, I am so switching it back," Dean answered, turning the other dial and shifting from station to station.

A muddled mess of words from the songs or DJ, meshing with each other, making it sound either hilarious or stupid and then Dean stopped on a station where something was playing. I waited to hear the words begin; finding the song had just started, wanting to know what he had picked.

'When you look at me,

Tell me what you see,

This is what you guess the way I am.

When I look at you,

I wanna be, I wanna be,

Somewhere close to heaven with Neanderthal men.'

"Oh hell no, we are not listening to this pop crap," Dean said, getting ready to change the station back to the previous one but I swatted his hand away.

"No! I like this song, so deal," I said, beginning to sing along.

'You don't have to act like a sta-a-a-ar,

Trying moves in the back of your ca-a-a-ar,

But you know that we can go fa-a-a-ar,

Cause tonight you're gonna get my…'

I smooched twice on the part that it had in the song, and continued on with the lyrics, finding that it not only annoyed Dean and Sam, but also that Dean was slightly enjoying it. I didn't know why, and kind of didn't care, so when the song ended I finished in a funny pose that was supposed to be an attempt at sexy.

"Bravo!" Sam clapped his hands with a chuckle; he had warmed up to the newly found entertainment and hadn't minded it much.

The song changed to something more bearable for the boys and they both gave a sigh of relief.

"Hey Sammy maybe we should stop by a strip joint and sign Adie up, she'd be a natural with the performance she just did don't you think?" Dean joked sarcastically.

"Dean! I am no stripper!" I exclaimed, mouth agape.

"Not with those clothes on honey." Dean grinned wickedly, dodging a hit to his head by me.

Sitting back into the seat I crossed my arms over my chest, turning my head to look out the window, glaring at the bright and sunny scenery passing by.

"Oh come on Adie, don't be like that. I was only kidding around," Dean said.

"Go to Hell," I spat.

"Man, if that's your bark, I don't want to experience the bite."

"Then shut up and drive."

I was pissed at him and for good reason too. I was having fun and he had to go and make that joke. It hurt me more than he would ever know. Those were the types of girls he liked, and what was I? A girl with 'bookworm' for a title. When we arrive at the motel, I am so getting my own room, but of course the boys wouldn't like that idea. What's the worst that can go wrong with it though?

Author End Note: Thanks for reading! You know what to do. I will accept inspirational juju in three forms. Everlasting Gobstoppers…Dean Winchester in a towel standing outside my front door needing a place to stay ;) ;) …and Reviews. Again thanks for reading.