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Supernatural

Motels, Boys, and Diners

After a very long drive with my Uncle and Dad telling me every five seconds to slow down, speed up, watch out for the squirrel, stop sign, red light, yellow doesn't mean speed up! I was ready to kill them both thankfully we arrived at a motel. I jumped out of the car and threw the keys to my Uncle.

"I am never driving with two again!"

They laughed and high fived each other.

"You two planned to annoy the hell out of me!"

"Who us?" Dean asked innocently.

"We would never," My dad snickered.

"Gramps! Can I drive your truck on the way home?"

"Sure kiddo, now you get us a room and we'll get the bags."

"Yes sir."

I walked into the motel and saw a kid about a year older than me standing at the desk reading a magazine. I walked up to him and smiled.

"Hey, can I have two rooms each with two queen beds?"

"Sure, but that's a lot of room for just you ain't it?" He smirked.

I rolled my eyes, "Obviously not the sharpest tool in the shed, are you?" I jerked a thumb out the window, "Dad, Uncle, and Gramps."

"Where's your mom?"

"Your guess is as good as mine," I said casually.

"I see, cash or credit?"

"Credit."

I slipped him my Gramps' credit card and peered out the window to see the men already bitching at each other. I rolled my eyes and turned back; the kid was looking at me and smiling.

"You got a name?"

"Oh yeah, just put one room under Sam Connors and the other under John Connors."

"Well, that's nice and all but I was actually looking for your name."

"Why?" I asked suspiciously.

"Because you're cute," He said like it was the most casual thing in the world.

"It's Mel, Mel Connors."

"Nice to meet Mel Connors, I'm Kenny Sims."

"Okay…" I said not really knowing where this was going.

"Here's your keys. Maybe I'll see you around."

"I doubt it, I'm grounded and spending this whole little trip in the motel room." I replied taking the keys from him.

"Grounded for what?"

"Do you really think I'm going to share my whole life story with you?"

"I guess not but I like mystery in a girl." He winked and smiled.

I rolled my eyes and walked out of the office over to the guys. I grabbed my bag and led the way to the rooms.

"You okay there, Mel? It looked like you were having a disagreement with that guy." Dad asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. He was annoying though."

"How so?" Uncle Dean asked.

"He was just being a annoying and asked me what my name was and asked if he would see me around. He's creepy."

Dean laughed, "He was flirting with you Mel."

"What?" My dad and I asked in unison.

"What you never had a guy hit on you before?"

I thought about it, "No."

Dean stopped, "What?"

"I don't think so…I never paid much attention. Usually when guys talk to me he's yelling because I just beat him at darts or something."

"Oh god. What sixteen year old girl doesn't know when a guy is flirting with her?"

"The one who grew up around guys and just assumes its all friendly banter. Think about it Dean, she's been around us her whole life. She can't tell the difference between friendly and overly friendly" Gramps said opening his motel room door.

"True but still you've seen me flirt with girls is that the way he was acting?"

"No, you're good at flirting. If that's what he was doing he's needs lessons."

Uncle Dean laughed and followed Gramps in. Dad and I went into the room next door and threw our stuff on the floor.

"Dad, do you really think he was flirting with me?"

He made a disgusted face, "I really hope not. I was planning on only killing a ghost or something not a teenage boy."

I laughed and laid down on one of the beds, "It was weird though. I guess if I think about it he was kind of friendly more friendly than he would need to be."

Dad rolled his eyes, "Great."

Dean's head popped in, "Hey dad wants to talk to us in our room. Come on Sammy."

"I guess I'm staying here?"

"Correct, boozy. You could go back to the office and flirt with that kid again." He suggested.

"No! No she can't. She's grounded. Stay here and read or something," My dad mumbled as he walked out with Dean.

"Read or something sounds like fun." I said sarcastically.

I pulled out my laptop and wrote an e-mail to Kate telling her all about my grounding and what not. Afterwards I was surfing the web and came across the reason we were here. Looks like that something's been going down at a local diner. It seems like everyone that goes in after midnight never comes out.

"Cool," I said aloud.

"What's cool?" Dad asked coming back inside.

"Nothing just a Kate e-mailed me and told me something funny."

"I can tell you're lying but I'm too tired to push you on it." He said collapsing on his bed.

"Thanks pops."

"Don't call me pops. Dean, Dad, and I are going to the diner down the street tonight to eat dinner. We'll bring you back something."

"You're kidding right? I can't even eat with you guys?"

"Nope."

I got off my bed and went over to his. I sat cross legged next to him and gave him my puppy dog eyes. He had his arm over his face but I knew he could feel me looking at him.

"Please daddy." I said in my most innocent voice.

"Fine! You can go! Just don't tell your Gramps that it only took a look from you to make me crack."

"You're awesome dad." I kissed his cheek and ran into the bathroom to shower.

We went to the diner around 7:30 and I was starving. It was dad and me on one side and Gramps and Uncle Dean on the other. I was taking a sip of my soda when Kenny walked in.

"Shit!"

"Whoa, Mel. What did I tell you about your mouth?"

"Dad, it's the kid from motel. Jeez, stalker much." I whispered harshly trying to cover my face with my hand.

"Hey Mel."

I rolled my eyes, put on a fake smile, and turned to face him.

"Oh hey…Kenny right?"

"Yeah, what are you doing here?" He said stupidly.

I raised an eyebrow, "Eating Kenny, it's a diner."

"Oh right…well like you said I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed. I'll see you around okay?"

"Hope not," I mumbled. Uncle Dean kicked my shin, "Sure Kenny, see you around." I smiled.

He smiled and walked away. I pinched my Uncle's wrist causing him to yell.

"Hey! What was that for?"

"Why'd you kick me?"

"Why do you have to treat people like that?"

"He was annoying!"

"He was flirting!"

"Did you really tell him he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed?" Dad asked trying to hide his laughter.

"Could you blame me?" I asked waving a hand at where Kenny was standing before.