"Well, then, I guess that answers the question of if you're from this universe or not." Dean said, once we got into the car. "I'm guessing this is the restaurant you work at?"
I nodded. "Yup. Our waiter is a friend of mine. He's been calling me Fili since I started there, almost a year ago."
"You're short enough."
"Hey! I resent that, Dean." I said, lightly shoving his shoulder.
"Why is it that girls just can't take the truth?" Dean asked, over his shoulder, as he pulled out of the parking lot. "I mean, they ask questions and look for honest answers and then get mad when they don't get the answer they want. I mean come on, we guys can't figure that out in time to save ourselves."
"Hey, just remember all girls need an ego boost here and there. Next time you find yourself in a situation like that, find a creative way to show her how beautiful she is." I said, raising an eyebrow.
"Wha- Oh." Dean chuckled slightly, "look at you, Dr. Phil."
I glared at him for the nickname, but laughed anyway. "So what do we do now?"
"Well, we figure out how to get you home." Sam said.
"Oh." I said, kind of disappointed.
"I get the feeling though that you might need to get used to us. You might be here a while."
My spirits lifted, and I looked up at Sam, "What? You think you're the first guys I hung out with? I got two brothers, man."
"Ah, but don't you wish they were hot like us?" Dean joked.
"As much as I appreciate the Pussycat Dolls, hearing it from you is weird." I said laughing.
"What? I like to expand my horizons every now and then."
"Uh-huh. Stick to the classic rock. Don't change. We wouldn't know what do with you." Sam said.
Castiel and I bit back laughs in the backseat, pretty unsuccessfully, earning a glare from Dean . Reaching over, he turned the radio up to concert levels, which in the confined area of the car was enough to make us all reach up and cover ears, screaming at Dean to turn it down. Instead, he hit the gas, and began drumming along with Neil Peart. Finally, Sam was able to sneak and bring the sound to a more bearable level. We all sighed and leaned back into our seats, Castiel and I thanking Sam, shouting a little over the ringing in our ears.
Dean looked at his brother and lightly smacked the back of his head. "Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole."
"Yeah, but I'm pretty sure there's a point when we can turn it down. Especially when we outnumber you three to one."
"This ain't no democracy." Dean said, reaching for the volume knob, and as we all cringed, and got ready to pull our hands back to our ears, he turned it up, so that it was at a comfortable level of blasting. "No faith you people have."
"Pavlov's dog is all I have to say." I said, earning a snicker from Sam.
"Why do I feel like I just got insulted?" Dean said.
"Don't worry about it." Sam said, "It'd go over your head anyway."
"I could try to understand what's going on." Dean said, trying really hard to figure out what we were talking about.
"Do or do not, there is no try." I said.
"Now there's a reference I do understand. Best sci-fi cinematic trilogy ever."
"Um… there were six." I said.
"Last three don't count." Dean and Sam said in synch.
"Ok. If you say so." I couldn't help but laugh. "You two apparently spend too much time together. You bring new meaning to bromance."
"Thanks… I think." Dean said.
"You're welcome." I managed in between breaths and laughter. His reaction did nothing to stop my fit of giggles. What made it really bad was the way Castiel looked at me. He had been spacing off, and only heard the 'bromance' part. Of course, he was utterly confused, never having heard the term before. I managed to calm down enough to explain. "Sorry, Castiel. A bromance is when two guys are really close, but it's purely platonic."
"Ah. I see." It was pretty clear he didn't.
"Um. Ok. Remember the vampire you and Dean met a while back? He ended up saving you and Sam a little later. The relationship he and Dean had was a pretty heavy bromance."
"I understand." This time, I could see the small change in his mood and posture that showed me that I had basically raised his hackles. I wondered if he was a little jealous about said vampire. I stopped wondering when I saw the look he gave Dean . Yup, he was definitely jealous about said vampire… especially with how close he and Dean had gotten while they were together.
I smirked a little, "Sorry. I didn't mean to hit a sore spot."
"It's alright," Castiel sighed. "I should be grateful to him, but I just can't find it in myself to do so."
I chuckled a little. "Man, do I understand." I did. Bri, in one of her more obnoxious moments, had decided to try and flirt with Troy to see what would happen. Well, in the end, he said no, and she ended up with Zach, but while she was trying, I got so jealous, and ended up storming out of the restaurant. I twisted in my seat and leaned against the side window stretching my legs out, where they stopped a couple inches from Castiel. I laughed, "There's one advantage of being short. I don't have to worry about taking up too much space."
"Lucky you," Sam snarked.
"Hey, it's not my fault you're huge!" I laughed.
"I'm pretty sure everyone's huge to you, sister. Even Tom Cruise"
"Hey, someone's got to look up to him." I said laughing.
Dean rolled his eyes and made some comment about women under his breath.
"What was that?" I asked leaning up, to put my chin on his shoulder.
His face got red and he muttered, under his breath, so quiet I'm sure I was the only one who heard him. "Nothing."
"That's what I thought." I said, smirking, leaning back into my position on the back seat.
