All right, here's the next chapter. Thanks Emily for tips! The character Donegal was written for my sister and I know right now it's kind of awkward, but I promise she comes into play more later.

Donegal slept on and off for the next five hours or so until we stopped for lunch. I wasn't bothered by it too much. I kept myself occupied with music and my own thoughts about the situation. We definitely needed to log some hours at the gun range, maybe a gym too if we could find one. More importantly, would anyone from our world miss us? If watching Supernatural had taught me anything it was that things in another world didn't just stand still because you were in another. We couldn't just cease to exist. I stretched gratuitously as I stepped out of the car at the gas station we were stopped at. I yawned and scratched my head, pulling out my debit card to pump gas. Thankfully it still worked. I wasn't sure if it would. I pounded on the window and Donegal jumped, looking around in a daze. She fumbled with the door handle for a few seconds before pushing it open, swearing under her breath. I squinted in the sunlight, reaching into the car for my sunglasses. I hadn't driven like this for a long time. Not that I minded traveling, but it was taking longer than I would like for my ass to fully regain feeling. She left me to go inside to the bathroom. I watched the numbers tick by on the gas pump, leaning back against my car. I pinched the bridge of my nose and closed my eyes. My headache was coming back already. I sighed and leaned in to dig through my purse.

"Hey."

I jumped and stood up quickly, whacking my head on the doorframe on the way out. I gasped and swore loudly, clamping my hands down on the offending pain in the back of my skull. Sam was doing a horrible job of stifling his laughter.

"Sorry," he said quickly, clearing his throat. "Just thought I'd let you know we're planning to stop in some town called Smith. It's a small town in Indiana, so we've still got a bit of a drive." He handed me a small piece of paper. I looked the numbers over for a moment until I realized they were phone numbers. He pointed to the first listed. "That's my number. That's Dean's. Give one of us a call if you need to stop for anything before then."

I nodded and smiled. "Thanks Sam. Will do."

He smiled awkwardly and turned abruptly to head back to the Impala. I chuckled quietly and shook my head. The gas pump clicked and I hung it up. I yawned again and headed inside for a sandwich, a bottle of water, and some bottled coffee. Donegal tossed me a Monster from the cooler. I barely caught it and threw her a glare.

"You'll need more than just that sissy frappuccino," she said with a grim smile. "I'm still tired and I've gotten twice as much sleep as you."

I nodded and handed the young boy at the register a twenty. I thanked him when he handed me my change and stuffed it in my pocket as I headed back outside. Even with sunglasses, the light was overbearing.

"Sam said we're gonna try to stop somewhere in Indiana," I told my sister. "Smith, I think it was. So we still have like… ten hours of driving. I don't know how they do this shit multiple times in one week. I can barely feel my ass."

She threw her head back to laugh at me and I chuckled, giving her a light shove. We were back on the road shortly. I cracked open my bottle of Starbucks and downed it as quickly as I could. I sighed heavily and turned up my ipod. If we were driving an entire day away, I may as well enjoy my music. I wiggled my phone out of my pocket and handed it to her with the piece of paper Sam had given to me.

"Put these in my phone," I said. "The first one is Sam, the second is Dean. Put them in your phone too. We might need them."

We pulled into a small town shortly after midnight. My eyes were burning and I was ready to go the hell to sleep. I'd already killed my Monster and bought a second one, but they didn't do much good. Donegal was asleep again, snoring lightly in the seat beside me. I parked and waited patiently while Sam and Dean checked in. I was on the brink of dozing off when I heard a tap on the window. I jerked and sat up straight, looking around in alarm. Dean was holding up a room key. He moved to let me open the door. I stretched my arms up over my head, standing on my tippy toes for the full body effect.

"Your room is right next to ours," he said as he handed me the key. "Room 114. I want you to salt the windows and doors, just to be safe."

I frowned, ruffling my hair, and replied in a tired voice, "Okay, whatever. That's fine. I grabbed some salt before we left. They don't use iodized salt, so I've got it covered I'm just glad to not be sitting in that car anymore you must have tailbones of steel cause my ass feels like it's been dissolved into nothing…"

He laughed and threw his bag over his shoulder. "We've been doing this for a while. I guess we've grown immune. Take it easy. Just knock or give us a ring if you need anything."

I nodded and popped the trunk to grab my duffle bag. I couldn't help but wonder why they were being so damn nice – especially Dean. I figured he'd still be royally pissed at having to drag us along for the ride. Maybe Castiel had talked some sense into him, but even that was highly doubtful. I tried not to be too suspicious about it. I set Donegal's bag on the asphalt and pulled her door open. She jerked awake and looked around through half open eyes. She let out an animated groan and poured herself onto the pavement beside me. It was a good thing her suitcase had wheels. She probably would have just dragged it behind her anyway. I locked the door thoroughly behind us. Donegal collapsed onto the nearest bed. I dug out one of the canisters of large grain salt I had snagged and lined the door and window with it. The bathroom didn't have a window, so that was one less opening I had to worry about. I stripped down and put on my usual long shirt and boxers. I stretched out on the free bed and flipped on the TV. Now that I was relaxed, I didn't feel the urge to sleep anymore. I was still awake a couple of hours later. I looked around the room, bored out of my mind. The walls were a bland shade of beige with a pale flower pattern, the carpet light brown. The comforters on the beds were dark green with equally dark roses. It looked like a garden exploded across the room, really.

I sighed and rolled off the bed. My throat was feeling scratchy. I remembered seeing a vending machine by the staircase a short distance from our room. I looked back at Donegal sleeping. It probably wasn't a good idea to go out alone, but as long as we weren't being followed at the moment it shouldn't be a problem. I grabbed the smallest silver knife I'd packed and hid it up my sleeve. I made sure to take the room key and shut the door firmly behind me. The air still held a slight chill from the residuals of winter. It was pretty dark, since there weren't many lights around. We weren't right off the highways, so the sound of traffic was faint. I strolled casually down to the end of the building where the vending machine was tucked away underneath the stairs. I popped in fifty cents and rocked on the balls of my feet as I went down the list of flavors. I heard the soft padding of someone walking up behind me. I told myself it was just someone going to their room, but it still made the tiny hairs on the back of my neck prickle. I punched the orange soda button and stooped to pluck it out of the dispenser. I turned around slowly, fully prepared to stick my baby knife where it would hurt. To my great surprise, it was Dean. I laughed shortly, pressing my palm to my racing heart, and let out a shaky breath.

"Jesus Christ bananas," I said under my breath. "Literally was just thinking about stabbing you dude. You really shouldn't sneak up people."

He cocked his head to the side, giving me a curious look before he flashed me his crooked, charming smile and replied, "I seriously doubt that."

I held up my little knife and smiled smugly.

"I don't. I know where to hurt a person and in multiple ways. I've been kickboxing for about three years now. I'm surprisingly nimble for my height."

He raised his eyebrows. "Is that so?"

I raised mine back, pointing an accusing finger at him. "Don't be cheeky."

His grin broadened and he shook his head. He continued, looking a bit more serious. "It's not a good idea for you to wander… alone… at night."

He emphasized the last parts in particular. I shrugged and waved the knife in front of his face.

"I didn't go out completely unprepared. It's silver. Could help me out a lot. For instance…"

My hand darted out to touch his with the broad side of the knife. He jerked his hand back, looking offended. I smiled.

"I can rule out that you're not a lot of things from that and most likely the real you," I concluded. "You forget… I'm clever."

He scoffed and waved me off. "Really though. I'd feel better about it if you just… tried to stay in at night. At least at night."

I frowned and cracked open my soda to take a drink. "Fine. I just… don't usually get a lot of sleep. Are you guys still up? Can I come hang out with you?"

"Well, I-I uh…"

He stumbled over his words, looking more than a little flustered and confused. It was kind of nice to see him flounder. I had expected to be the one doing most of the awkwardness.

"Excellent! You can tell me all about your theories on this case. I'd love to hear it. I really would."

He sighed heavily and rubbed his chin. Finally he shrugged (complete face and shoulder, like he was so well known for – the fangirl in me went wild).

"Okay, I guess," he said, starting back for the rooms. "Just don't… touch anything."

He looked to me for acknowledgment. I nodded vigorously and mimicked putting my hands in my pockets.

"Hands to myself – got it."

He glanced around before unlocking the door and pushing it open. I slipped inside after him and moved to let him lock the door back into place. Sam looked up and I saw surprise and embarrassment flash across his face. He looked like I'd caught him in nothing but a towel. I smiled awkwardly, rubbing my hands together as I stood for a moment trying to decide what to do with myself. Then I caught sight of the duffel bags full of weapons on the bed to my right. My eyebrows shot to my hairline in shock.

"Holy shit," I muttered. "Good to see you're prepared for anything."

"Yup," Dean replied, walking past me to sit at the table across from Sam. "That's how we roll."

I laughed and shook my head, crawling across the second bed to sit Indian style at the edge. I looked over all the different books they were looking through. Sam looked up at me from his computer screen curiously.

"Is everything okay?" he asked.

I peeled my eyes away from the spines of the books to look at him. "Hmm? Oh! No, everything is fine. I just… I couldn't sleep and Donegal is sleeping, so…"

He nodded and I leaned to the right to catch a glimpse of the screen.

"So do you guys have any ideas on what might be doing this?" I continued.

Sam shifted in his seat like he was uncomfortable with me being as close as I was to him. I tried to hide my smile and sat up straight.

"We're not sure yet," Sam replied. "We've got a few ideas. We're leaning toward some kind of possession."

I nodded, staring back at the scarlet book cover that had caught my eye. I chewed my lip, trying to read the faded title on the spine. Dean saw me looking. I know he did because I could feel him watching me. He sighed and turned page in his book before leaning forward to grab the scarlet book. He passed it to me, giving me a stern look.

"Be careful with it," he warned. "It's very old."

My face lit up and I beamed with excitement. I held my hands out and cradled it in my lap a moment. I readjusted my seating to sprawl out on my stomach on the bed. I carefully flipped back the cover. My eyes scanned the introduction pages. They were beige with age and smelled slightly of dust. The title read "Daoist Exorcism: Encounters with Sorcerers, Ghosts, Spirits, and Demons: Training in Daoist Magic From the Zheng Yi School of Ancient Chinese Mysticism". I raised an eyebrow and nodded my approval before continuing. It was a little hard to understand, but from what I could draw from it, this book was largely various incantations for different scenarios. Not all of it was in English either. I read through anyway, picking apart everything that I could. When my eyelids started to droop, I'd lost track of how much time had passed. I fought against it. I reread the same blurring line over and over without taking it in.

When Dean looked up next, Connemara was asleep and still holding the open book with one hand. He threw her an exasperated look even if she couldn't see it. Her bangs were tucked behind her ear, leaving her viewable. She looked peaceful, face smooth and expressionless. He scanned her arms, separating out the different tattoos in her sleeves. A lot of it seemed pretty random, things that would need explanation. It was all very well done. That in combination with the number she had led him to believe that she put great care and thought into the work she got done. She had a horseshoe ring through her septum and a labret stud, the marks on her eyebrow from an old piercing still fading. She was quite a character, and he hadn't decided yet if that was in a good way or a bad way. Sam noticed him looking and glanced over.

"Wake her up," Dean told him.

Sam looked back at him with a quizzical look. "What? No. Just let her sleep. It's not like we'll be sleeping."

His brother deadpanned and rolled his eyes. "Let's save our selves a freak out, shall we? Her sister isn't gonna like waking up to an empty room."

"Fine. Take her back to her room then. You don't have to wake her up."

Dean sighed heavily and pushed himself to his feet. He pulled the book carefully from her grip and turned to set it on the table. He picked up the room key off the blanket beside her and scooped her into his arms. She groaned lightly in her sleep and cuddled against his chest. He could smell the strong, citrus fragrance of her shampoo. Sam laughed quietly and cleared his throat. Dean glared down at him and mouthed, "shut up". He managed to get the door open fairly easy. He struggled with hers for a few seconds before he got it to open. Her sister was sprawled across the first bed, snoring quietly. He tried to juggle having her in his arms with pulling back her blankets. She muttered under her breath and stretched, wrapping her arms around his neck. He froze for a moment to allow her to settle before quickly yanking the sheets back. He set her legs on the bed and wiggled the blanket down to cover her feet. She relaxed, arms easily coming away from his shoulders. She pulled the blankets up to her chin and curled up in a ball, sighing with content. He cleared his throat and set her key on the nightstand. He set the alarm for 7:00AM and slipped back out the door. He clicked all the locks back into place on their door and exhaled heavily, sauntering back to his seat at the table. Sam glanced up at him, the hint of a smile on his face.

"Everything go okay?" he teased.

Dean glared at him and smiled sarcastically. "Great. Thank you. Don't you have work you should be doing?"

He smiled and returned his gaze to the computer screen. He opened his mouth to say something more but Dean cut him off.

"Don't… tell me it's not a good idea." He pointed an accusing finger at Sam. "Don't say it. You know I like the idea of the unattainable."

Sam laughed and raised his hands submissively. "I wasn't gonna say a thing."

I woke in the morning to the annoying blare of an alarm clock. I grunted and swatted around in the dim lighting of the hotel room until I found it. The time read 7:00AM. I growled quietly and dragged my ass out of bed. I didn't remember making it back to my room last night. Sam or Dean must've brought me back. I grabbed some clean clothes and shuffled into the bathroom to take a shower. The hot water just made me want to go back to sleep. I hummed to the tune of the music playing aloud from my ipod as I lathered my hair. The powerful mixture of scents was starting to bring me back to life. I was singing along with Rhythm of Love by the time my shower was finished. I dried off quickly, stepping into a clean pair of underwear and securing a bra into place. I wriggled into a pleated dark blue denim skirt and a white tank top. The over shirt was a light gauzy fabric that hung loosely, sleeves down to my elbows. A line of elastic ran under the bust line, separating the snugness from the flowing, multi-length underneath. The main color was robin's egg blue. A tie-dye pattern of vibrant orange splotched across the blue in a way that made it look like alligator skin. I began the rigorous task of forcing my feet into a pair of knee high black and white converse while I tried to continue brushing my teeth. I blow dried my hair and parted it slightly to the right. It looked almost like a bob when it was like this. I threw on some eyeliner, mascara, and perfume and finally emerged feeling refreshed. It was only 7:20AM. I'd made better time than I thought. I jumped onto Donegal's bed, bouncing up and down on my hands and knees.

"Wake up!" I shouted brightly. "Get up, get up, get up!"

She growled and threw a pillow at me. I dodged it with a laugh and crawled over to poke her in the ribs.

"Come on. If you want to shower you need to do it now. We'll be leaving in thirty minutes, I assume. Get up!"

She rolled over and rubbed her eyes with an annoyed sigh. It was a good sign. It only took her a couple of minutes to come to her senses enough to start gathering clean clothes. I beamed at her as she passed me to go to the bathroom.

"I'm gonna go see if there's a continental breakfast!" I called after her. "If there is, I'll bring something back for you."

She grunted her acknowledgment. I grabbed the room key and practically skipped out the door. I was in a good mood this morning. Maybe it was the excitement of new prospects, maybe it was just getting to hang out with adorable men constantly. Either way I strolled into the front office with a grin. I asked the woman at the front desk about continental breakfast and she pointed me in the right direction with a smile. I shouldn't have been surprised to see Sam and Dean stuffing their faces at a nearby table. For the size of this hotel, they had a pretty decent selection of breakfast foods. No meats, regretfully, but I piled myself a Styrofoam bowl of Fruit Loops and filled the Belgian waffle maker. I grabbed a glass of orange juice and plopped down at the table with Sam and Dean.

"Somebody's in a good mood," Dean muttered.

I smiled and replied, "I am in a really good mood this morning, and that's not a phrase I use lightly. Usually mornings make me wanna punch a wall. Guess I must've slept well last night. Thanks, by the way, to whoever took me back to my room. Didn't mean to pass out on you guys."

"No problem," Dean said through a yawn. He glanced at my outfit of choice and gave me a skeptical look.

"Wha?" I asked innocently. "We're not going ghost hunting. I can dress how I want…"

Sam chuckled and eyed my cereal choice, quirking an eyebrow. "I took you for a Lucky Charms kinda girl," he commented with a smile.

I made a face and shook my head. "It's a texture thing. The feel of those little freeze dried marshmallows across your teeth as you bite into one is like hearing nails on a chalkboard. It makes my skin crawl. And if you let them sit long enough to get soft then the rest of your cereal gets all soggy and gross."

I picked up my bowl and drained it of milk, smacking my lips with delight. The waffle maker dinged. I got up to ditch my bowl in the trash and retrieve my waffle. I doused it in syrup and returned to my seat. I cut off a chunk and chewed it for a moment before I continued.

"So how much longer is this drive gonna be until we're there? Another six or seven hours, right?"

Sam nodded. "Sounds about right."

I sighed and rolled my neck, taking another bite of waffle. It gave me something to do other than keep spilling word vomit in a struggle to fill the void of silence between us. I looked over at Dean. I couldn't tell if he was actually engrossed in the newspaper or if he was pretending to be to not have to make conversation like I was. I tilted my head to the right so I could see his face better. He looked like he was concentrating, but I didn't see his eyes scanning the page. He seemed tense. Part of me really wanted to ask him if he was okay. The majority of me was terrified by the very idea - so much so that my palms started sweating. I watched him a moment longer as I finished my waffle. I didn't know them well enough to push my boundaries. I stood abruptly.

"Well, guess I'll go make sure Donegal isn't asleep again," I blurted out as I got rid of my empty plate. "Let us know when you're ready then."

"Sure, no problem," Sam said.

I grabbed Donegal a bagel, cream cheese, cereal, and milk and hurried back to our room. I kicked on the door, juggling all the foods I had in my hands. It took Donegal a few minutes to open the door. She was dressed already, shaking out water droplets from her wet hair. She was dressed a little more sensibly than I was – a pair of faded holey jeans and her black David Bowie concert shirt. Her black skate shoes poked out tentatively from beneath the hem of her pants [she was several inches shorter than I was, so her pants were usually just a little too long for her]. Her eyes roamed over my outfit choice and she rolled her eyes with a laugh and went to grab her bag.

"What?" I snapped. "I can dress how I want! We're not tromping through the woods yet, are we?"

"I guess not," she replied. "Tryin' to be all cute and shit…"

"Shut up."

I hiked my duffel bag up on my shoulder and waited for her, swinging the room key around my index finger. I checked around to make sure I had all my things and headed out to the car to pack up. Sam and Dean emerged as I was shutting the trunk.

"Here, I'll take your key and go check us out," Sam said.

"Sure."

I tossed it to him and got into the driver's seat. We were on the road again by 8:00AM. I could still feel the soreness from yesterday so another long drive wasn't something I was looking forward to. I sighed and turned on my ipod. Hopefully time would pass pretty quickly. At least I wasn't at a loss for things to think about. It was taking time to adjust to this prospect. I wasn't sure if it would really sink in until something bad happened. Well, something worse than burying a werewolf…