DISCLAIMER: Seriously guys, I don't own 'em or the show. I bow down to Kripke for his wonderful creation, and his awesome mind.

A/N: Once again, much thanks to SciFiRN on this.

Let's get to it...

Dean and Stephanie walked out of the bathroom and into the living room where Sam and Bobby were waiting.

Bobby looked at his niece. "Let's see what ya brought."

She nodded. "Okay."

Stephanie walked toward the desk and hoisted the large duffle on top with a 'thud.'

The three men moved toward the desk and crowded around the bag to watch.

Stephanie began to unload the bag, naming the items as she handed them off to the men to layout beside the desk. "Ok. I've got a sawd-off, and a pump action." She cocked it once just for emphasis, then handed it to Dean with a smile. "Rock salt rounds, about seven rosaries, little bit of holy water." She shook the canteen and listened to the small amount of liquid slosh inside before she handed it off to Sam and continued. "Salt, rope, iron and silver blades, possession charms, a .45-which is mine." She made eye contact with Sam and Dean making sure they knew to stay away from her gun.

Dean held up his hands in mock surrender, while Sam just raised his eyebrows in silent understanding.

She slid the .45 in the back waistband of her jeans and continued. "And I've got a 9 millimeter handgun." She laid the pistol on the desk then turned and leaned against the desk facing the three men.

"You sound pretty prepared." Sam smiled openly and gave her a short nod. He was willing to admit that his previous judgment might be wrong.

Dean shook the mostly empty canteen. "That's all the holy water you brought?" He didn't know why but he felt he had to get on her case for something.

"I figured we could just make it here. I mean how long does it take to make holy water, two minutes? Recite a Latin prayer and drop a rosary in the mix." Stephanie paused to snap her fingers. "Done."

"Okay, you have a point, but come on. You brought an entire arsenal with you," Dean shook the flask. "but only this much holy water?"

Stephanie stepped toward Dean and stared him straight in the eye as she settled her hands on her hips. "Wanna play?"

Dean slid his hands into his pockets and smirked down at her. "Why not, but you're gonna lose."

Stephanie shook her head. "Fine. What'd ya got?"

Dean thought about the hidden compartment in the trunk and started. "Sawed off, pump action, a couple of 9mms, two flasks of holy water, full." He paused and winked. "Four or five charms, two silver knives, two iron knives, blessed iron and silver rounds, salt shells, rock salt, grave dirt." Dean motioned to his brother. "Sam here picked up a Katana along the way somewhere, then there's a machete, an ax, couple of wooden stakes, crucifixes…"

Stephanie cut him off and held up her hands in surrender. "Fine, I get it. Give me a break I had to pack fast and I shoved it all in a bag."

Dean chuckled. "You started it, darlin'." He reached behind him and pulled his Colt. "I didn't include my favorite Colt, Sam's handgun, the knife on my hip or the one in my boot." He glanced at Sam. "Pretty sure Sammy's got one tucked away somewhere too." When Sam nodded he added. "Oh, and all the Latin exorcisms and stuff Sammy and I've picked up over the years, that counts too."

"Okay, okay, I said you win…" Stephanie took a step back, a small pout on her face.

Sam chuckled. "Piece of advice. Don't insult his stash of weapons or his car."

Bobby spoke up deciding the time was being wasted, soon the remaining 6 deadly sins would be coming for them. "Alright, let's get this done."

All four hunters picked their poison and got to work.

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They took out the demons, lost a couple of civilians and a good hunter along the way and now they all stood watching the corpses burn. They watched as the grieving Tamara stood several feet away and said her final goodbye to her husband.

Bobby gave his nieces shoulder a gentle squeeze and then moved to stand quietly beside Tamara.

Stephanie caught Tamara's soft sobbing and shook her head, trying to shake away the anger she felt. Even though this life had it's perks, it had it's burdens' too. "Why is it always the good people who end up dead?"

Dean put a hand lightly on the young hunter's shoulder. "I don't know, but it goes with the territory." He shrugged. "We know the risks. There really isn't an answer to those kinds of questions."

Stephanie nodded. "Guess not. I probably shouldn't try to figure out those kinds of things, huh?" Stephanie smirked and changed the subject. "Hey Sam, who was that chick last night?"

Dean chuckled and slapped Sam on the back. "Yeah, and I'm gonna ask it again, Sammy…who was that masked chick?" Dean pulled a face. "Actually, the more troubling question would be, how come a girl can fight better than you?"

Sam shook his head, Dean was so damn irritating. "Three demons Dean…"

"AH!"

"…at once." Sam added exasperated.

Dean smirked and nudged Stephanie. "Hey, whatever it takes to get you though the night, pal."

Stephanie and Dean chuckled.

Sam rolled his eyes at them. "Yeah, well, if you want a really troubling question, I got one for you."

Stephanie giggled, and punched Sam playfully in the arm. "What's that?"

Sam was sober and his eyes moved from Stephanie then to his brother. "If we let out the Seven Deadly Sins, what else did we let out?"

Suddenly serious, Dean lit a match. "You're right. That is troubling." Dean tossed the glowing matchbook into the grave.

Stephanie clenched her jaw. "Truthfully, it's not somethin' I'm dying to figure out either."

Dean moved back from the heat of the fire and toward the Impala. He glanced at Stephanie. "So how're we gonna swing this?"

Stephanie cocked her head in mock thought. "Hmm, you can be on top. I'm not really picky about positions. Size on the other hand." She watched as her words made Dean choke on his own breath.

Sam stifled a laugh.

Dean cleared his throat. "That's not what I meant."

"Exactly."

It struck Dean that she wasted no time with her response. What struck him even more was that he had no idea what the hell she was talking about anymore. "Huh?"

Stephanie just sighed. "You asked me a half-assed question; I gave you a half-assed answer." There was no hiding the smirk on her face.

Sam was now loosing his battle with trying to keep his laughter contained.

Dean noticed. He turned and glared at Sam. "Shut up, Samantha." He turned back to Stephanie, trying to act calm. He wasn't going to let her get the better of him. "How was that a half-assed question?"

She took a step toward him. "Because it could've meant, like five different things, and you didn't specify which." She didn't mention the fact that she loved seeing him in 'hot water.'

Dean scoffed at her and took another step forward. "Okay, smartass. How 'bout this? How are we gonna swing the car situation, are you gonna be taggin' along with us, or followin' in your car?"

Stephanie hadn't really thought about that. She bit her lip in thought. "Well, it would make more sense to just go with you guys, I guess. But there's no way I'm leaving my car here." She looked at Dean waiting for him to make a decision.

"Well, you can take your car to Bobby's and we can follow you there if you want. I mean you gotta pack anyway right?"

The last bit of their conversation made its way to Bobby's ears as he walked over.

"No."

Stephanie almost shivered at the tone of his voice, but instead settled on flinging her arms in the air. "What?"

Bobby crossed his arms and leveled his eyes on his niece. If she thought for one second she was going to get away with what she was planning…"You know what."

Bobby cocked his head to Stephanie before turning to Dean, the look in his eyes leaving no room for argument. "I lead, you follow." Bobby motioned to his niece. "She picks up the back."

Stephanie's eyes shot wide and her jaw dropped, she couldn't believe Bobby wouldn't just let it go this once. "Come on, Uncle Bobby."

Dean couldn't figure it out. He turned his attention to Bobby. "Afraid she'll get lost or somethin'?"

"No. Afraid she'll run herself into a ditch doin' 105, or flip her car and be dead before we can catch up to her."

Dean sighed. He couldn't picture a driver that neither Bobby or himself could keep up with. But he wasn't going to argue with Bobby.

Bobby turned and gave Stephanie the 'No arguments' look, which made her simply growl in return.

Dean surrendered as well and walked to the Impala with Sam.

Stephanie slid behind the wheel of her 66 Chevelle and sighed as she heard the other two cars start. She watched as Bobby pulled out of the drive, closely followed by the Impala. She sat for a minute to clear her head and calm herself. "Why is Uncle Bobby always treating me like a baby?" She groaned and banged her head against her headrest before turning the key and gunning the engine. She felt calmer as the rumble of the engine washed through her.

She shifted into first gear, spun the tires and sped out of the driveway wondering how long it would take her to catch the Impala. As soon as she was on the main road, she pressed the clutch and shifted smoothly into 2nd then 3rd. She caught up with the Impalla in no time.

Stephanie drove for a few minutes, pressing the search button on the radio repeatedly without finding anything to suit her mood. She needed something to occupy her and with no one to talk to, she figured one of her mix CDs would be perfect.

She pulled her left knee up to steer while she leaned over to search the glove box and passenger foot well, but she came up empty handed. She glanced into the back seat and saw three CDs on the edge of the backseat. With a curse a sailor would be proud of, she supported her weight with her left arm and just managed to keep enough of her boot on the gas pedal to maintain her speed. She leaned her upper back over the top of the seat and ended up steering with her left foot.

Dean hated the image of Sam's hurt face that was lingering in his head. He sighed, Sam's words still echoing in his head. "How could you make that deal, Dean?"

Dean shook his head, deciding to concentrate on the road. Looking in his rearview mirror Dean suddenly had to keep himself from laughing. "Look at this shit."

Sam was actually shocked to hear Dean's voice, considering how quiet he'd been since they left. "Hmm?"

Dean nodded his head toward the rearview mirror he was watching with interest, letting that be his only answer.

Sam turned around and saw Stephanie sprawled mostly into the backseat, still watching the road, driving with her foot no less. He scoffed and turned around. "Looks like Bobby was right, this girl is dangerous behind the wheel of a moving object."

"Not necessarily."

Sam just shot Dean one of his 'are you serious' looks waiting for him to explain.

"What? You can't tell me she isn't drivin' pretty good like that." He jerked his thumb in the general direction of the back seat emphasizing his point before continuing. "Besides, do you see any other cars on the road except us three?"

Sam sighed while gripping the bridge of his nose trying to stave off the headache Dean was starting to cause. "Thank God you haven't reproduced."

Dean smirked at how easy Sam handed this one to him. "Hey, you don't know that." He stopped and gave it some thought before cocking his head to the side slightly. "Neither do I for that matter."

Stephanie ran her hand across about three CD'S and hauled them to the front seat with her.

Gripping her back Stephanie groaned. "Whoo, that was painful." She was glad to be sitting normally again. She slid a CD into the player and smiled when the car was filled with 'Bad To The Bone' by George Thorogood.

They drove for an hour without incident until Dean watched Bobby put on his turn signal and pull into the Gas-N-Shop. "The hell's he doin?"

Sam woke up just long enough to see what Dean was talking about."Hmm? I d'know."

"Yeah, don't mind me Sam. You just keep on sleepin'." Dean turned off following Bobby. A quick glance in his review mirror confirmed that Stephanie had pulled off as well.

Dean pulled up to the right side of Bobby, with Stephanie on the right side of him.

"Hey Bobby, whatcha doin'?"

"I need gas. You guys go ahead, you know the way. I'll catch up."

Stephanie was too far away to hear their conversation, especially over the roar of their engines.

She leaned out her window closer to the Impala, to make sure she was heard. "What's goin' on?"

Sam grunted in his sleep at her. She just rolled her eyes at him while awaiting somebody's answer. She could care less who answered her, as long as somebody shed some light on what was going on.

Dean leaned over a still sleeping Sam. "Bobby needs gas, he's gonna meet us there."

Stephanie saw this as a chance to quench her thirst for speed without risking punishment or a lecture from her uncle. She smiled so big it had to have reached her ears, but when she saw Bobby turn around she quickly dropped the smile and just nodded before he caught on and decided to ruin her fun.

Dean pulled out of the parking lot of the Gas-N-Shop with Stephanie following.

About a mile down the road Stephanie glanced in the rearview mirror to confirm that Bobby wasn't behind her and as track nine faded and the first strains of 'Mississippi Queen' by Mountain started, Stephanie chuckled. "Perfect song for a race."

Stephanie stepped on the gas, checked her mirror again and slid into the left lane to pull up along side Dean. "How bout we see what that car can really do?!"

Dean scoffed at her. "You gotta be shittin' me!"

She didn't answer, just raised her eyebrows at him in a dare.

Dean shook his head. "I'll blow your tires off, Sweetheart!"

Stephanie gave him a sly smile. "Tell you what, you blow anything off this car...and I'll blow you!"

Dean's eyes shot wide. Sure, he'd had countless offers for blow jobs, hell at least 2 in each state, maybe more, but none of those volunteers were seventeen year-olds with uncles that Dean knew good and well could dismember him, and hide his body where no one would ever find it.

A sudden vision of Stephanie on her knees flashed through his head. Dean swallowed and squirmed against his now tight jeans…But then again how would Bobby know...Whoa! All right, how do I get outta this?

"What's with all the blow-job offers, got a fantasy bout me?"

Stephanie stared for a second, wide eyed as her smile fell. Damn, she hoped she wasn't being that transparent. Her thoughts spun, she wanted him to know she was interested, but she didn't want him to think she was desperate for him…even if she did feel a little desperate around him sometimes.

Dean laughed.

Stephanie cleared her throat. "Doesn't matter, cuz you can't beat me."

Dean nodded. "We'll see."

Stephanie was sure her smile reached her ears again. Damn, there was nothing she loved more than a good race. "To Uncle Bobby's."

Dean nodded in agreement. "To Bobby's."

Stephanie shot him a wink and a kiss before pulling ahead.

Dean laughed thinking how much she looked like Angelina Jolie from 'Gone in 60 Seconds' right then. Especially with those full, pouty lips of hers. He smiled and accelerated when he realized Stephanie wasn't playing, but every time he caught up, she'd pull away with ease. He shook his head, "Son of a…"

She downshifted, tires squealing on the asphalt and then she was gone.

Sam woke up to the sound of tires screeching as Stephanie peeled out up the road.

"Dean, what the hell?!"

The only answer was Dean growling. "Alright, if that's how she wants to play it." Dean hit the gas, suddenly very determined to win the bet.

A/N: I'm on my knees for reviews people. They really help, I'm goin through writers block right now, so...help.