A/N: I do not own anything Supernatural, I only own Tara and Ashley. Adriel is a biblical angel, I do and do not own him. I own his personality and his earthly appearance.

Chapter Three

"So you just waltz in here and split us up? Not only that, but you put the two of us that own the cars together?" Tara exploded, her eyes blazing.

"Actually, technically, Ashley owns that Tempest," Castiel responded, his eyes flickering to the younger sister.

"What? No, our mother gave it to me."

"Your car got stolen while you were down under and I stole a different own that I found," Ashley murmured, her eyes trained on the ground. "I should have told you, but it never came up."

Tara stared at Ashley, her mouth hanging open. "'Never came up'? How about as soon as I said, 'Oh, you took care of the Tempest, great!'" Tara exclaimed, her jaw clenching. Ashley bowed her head and nodded, nibbling on her lower lip.

"How about we go ahead and split up tonight? Huh? Sam, you take Ashley to get another room and Tara can stay in here," Dean said, pushing Sam toward the younger Harper. Sam blinked at his brother, arching a brow. Dean gestured emphatically and Sam sighed, leading Ashley out the door.

"Now you think you can boss me around, Winchester?" Tara hissed, her blue eyes spitting fire at him. When Dean didn't respond fast enough, she made an impatient sound and spun away from him.

-The Next Day-

Dean hugged his younger brother, then patted his shoulder before turning his head to look at the Harpers; they were staring at each other, not touching, but Tara looked as though she might start crying if a word was said. Sam and Dean caught each other's eyes and nodded before walking over to the women and grabbing their arms.

"C'mon, Tara, it's time to go," Dean said, pulling the blonde away from her sister. Tara clenched her jaw, then nodded, turning away from Sam and Ashley as Dean led her to the Impala.

Ashley watched as her sister ducked into the Impala and drove away before turning to look up at Sam. Sam smiled in a would-be comforting way, but looked almost awkward about it. "C'mon, let's go," Sam said, walking with her to the Tempest.

The pair got into the car, Ashley in the passenger seat and Sam in the driver's seat. As he drove, Sam glanced at Ashley; she looked so calm, cool, like nothing had happened, like she felt absolutely nothing. He frowned at the road as he drove.

"Where are we going?" Ashley asked after a few hours. Sam nearly jumped out of his skin when she spoke; it had been so silent that he wasn't expecting it.

"We're going to Wyoming; a vengeful spirit, I think," Sam replied, watching the road. Ashely nodded, looking out the side window.

The hours slipped by in tense silence, but, though tense, it was comfortable. Ashley propped her cheek on her fist, watching as trees and hills slipped by. Her green eyes were distant, as though she were somewhere far away. Sam smiled to himself when he saw her eyes close slowly and her face relax. She looked almost peaceful, like her cares were far away. Sam stopped the car in the parking lot of a motel and went in to get a room.

He walked back to the car and saw that Ashley was still asleep. He laughed and opened the passenger door, scooping her up into his arms and carrying her into the motel. He carefully laid the girl on one of the two single beds before going back out to the car and bringing in their research materials. When he walked back into the room Ashley was sitting up and looking around.

"We're in a hotel room, Ashley," Sam said, smiling at her.

"Where's my ring?" Ashley demanded, standing. "I need my ring, Sam."

Sam blinked at the desperate woman, seeing the panic in her eyes. "D-Did you take it off in the car?"

"Uh...y-yeah, before I fell asleep; I always take it off before I sleep."

Sam nodded, walking out to the car with Ashley. With every step, she seemed to grow more irritated, angry almost, a totally different person than who was in the car the whole ride to where they were. Ashley nearly ripped the car door off its hinges when she opened it and reached into the car, grabbing the ring from the cupholder and sliding it onto her left ring finger. Almost as soon as the ring was on her finger, Ashley started to change, her face slipping into a mask of indifference, no emotion.

"Are you alright? You're different," Sam murmured, watching Ashley warily.

Ashley raised her frighteningly detached eyes to Sam's and tilted her head. "I'm fine, Sam," she murmured, turning away from him and walking back to the room. Sam stared after the girl, then started to follow her. He walked into the room.

"Why'd you freak out when you realized you weren't wearing your ring?" Sam asked.

"I have my reasons, Winchester, reasons I know and that you don't; I'd like it to stay that way," Ashley replied, sitting down in front of her laptop. "Don't pry into something you don't need to know."

And that's that. Well? What do you guys think? R&R if you please! If you don't, I don't mind, but I would appreciate it. :D