The next morning, Marisa, Sam and Dean were sitting at a table in the diner. It awkward silence between Marisa and Dean, finally got to Sam.

"You know, it would be nice to have the two of you talking," he said, as the waitress came with the coffee.

"I wouldn't be in this mood, if Dean here didn't man-handle me," said Marisa, as she ripped a packet of sugar open.

Dean snorted, "It was your idea to go in there as a couple!" he said.

"Yeah, but I didn't mean seriously! There was no need to touch me like that!" she cried, as Sam rolled his eyes.

"Alright! Enough children. Let's just eat and go find this house," he said, as their breakfast was set on the table.

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The drive up to Arcadia was long and boring. Sam was busy reading a map, while Dean sang off tune to AC/DC, Led Zeppelin and whatever else he had in the car. It was starting to give Marisa a headache. Laying across the back seat, she covered her face with her arms and groaned, each time Dean got really into a song.

"Dean!' she cried, but he couldnt hear her.

"DEAN WINCHESTER!" she screamed, finally getting his attention after a few minutes.

Dean lowered the music, "What?" he asked.

"Could you please lower that?" she asked, sitting up now.

"Why?" he asked, looking at her through the rear view mirror.

"I'm getting a really bad headache. Please," she begged, looking back at him.

Dean nodded, and turned the radio off. An hour later, Dean pulled off the road and parked. Sam finally looked up from the map, and looked out the window.

"Why did we stop?" Marisa asked, as she laid on the seats.

"Because we're here," Dean said, getting out of the car.

Sam and Marisa followed and went to the back of the Impala. Dean opened the trunk and Marisa gapsed, when she saw all the guns and knifes, underneath the bottom of the trunk.

"Holy shit," she gasped, as Dean and Sam started pulling things out of the trunk.

Marisa watched as Sam loaded a shotgun, "Are you allowed to have this stuff?" she asked.

"No. But that's the fun of it, having something your not supposed to have," Dean said, handing her a gun.

Marisa backed away, shaking her head. "No thank you! Can I have a knife or something?" she asked.

Dean rolled his eyes, "Seriously? Oh fine, here," he said, handing her a decent sized knife.

She took it and looked at it, "What do I do with it?" she asked, as Dean closed the trunk and locked it.

"Well if you point it at something and say the magic word, unicorns will come running out and they'll help you," he said, as they walked towards the edge of the woods.

Marisa rolled her eyes, "Do you expect me to stab someone or something?" she asked, as Sam pulled out a map.

Dean looked at her, "Um, yeah. Unless you want to get kidnapped or attacked," he said.

"Okay, we should try heading up north. It's a few miles from were the Jones kids were camping," Sam said.

Dean and Marisa nodded, and they all stepped into the woods.