I'm going to be adding more to the original story and expanding to give the story more girth and explanation. This particular section is going to play into the way some episodes parody other shows or events and will give the story some light humor. More action will be in the next chapter, and also more back story will be given from Asher. I hope you like this, feedback is always appreciated.


Asher stepped out of the bathroom making a sad attempt to towel dry her hair. Feeling clean and refreshed she sat on the bed and let herself fall back into the comfort of the bed. Pulling the blankets closely to her chin she curled up into a ball, stealing most of them. Sam looked up from the table, immersed in his lap top again. He grinned at her and leaned back.

"I'm glad you feel better." He said, watching as Dean wordlessly went into the bathroom next to shower.

She eyed Sam from the cocoon she had made. "This is going to sound crazy… but it feels good to be out hunting again. Hasn't been the same since my grandfather died. The only time I did it after that was when something was encroaching on my turf." Asher stretched out, "It feels… natural."

Sam closed the laptop and stood, coming to sit on the bed next to her. "Dean was right." He stated finally, his grin widening.

Asher sat up slowly, confusion crossing her features. "About what?" She said flatly.

"Having a death wish." He said truthfully.

"I'm not so sure about that…" She replied

"Then why didn't you tell us that the bar was full of demons and how did you know?"

"I did tell you, you just didn't figure it out." Asher shifted uncomfortably on the bed.

Sam looked at her confused just as Dean came out of the bathroom.

"That was fast…" He said.

"Heard something about demons." Dean replied plainly, the towel wrapped haphazardly around his waist.

"I asked if you guys could smell that. I was referring to the place reeking of sulfur. You seriously didn't smell anything?" Asher asked, ignoring Dean completely.

"Not a thing." Sam replied wincing.

"Maybe it's that angel mojo you have." Dean chimed in as he sorted through his bags, searching for clean clothes.

"I never thought about it too much…" She replied shrugging her shoulders.

"Had to be…" Sam said furrowing his brow. "And here I thought you were a flirt like Dean."

Asher laughed and both boys jumped, they hadn't ever heard that out of her, her seriousness usually instilled on her every day demeanor. "Really?" A grin from ear to ear plastered her face. "Turned out that tool of a demon knew what I was. He attacked me right outside the bar. I think he thought I was unarmed and if he got me away from you two I'd be an easy target."

Dean came over and slapped her on the back, "Well, Happy. Next time try not to get us killed." He walked back towards the bathroom with his clothes in tow.


The next day came and went as they were back on track for the journey onward. The roads grew long and the days seemed to drag out. When they finally reached the Washington state border Asher leaned forward resting her chin on the front seat.

"So, why do we reallllyyy need to go after a Vamp nest?" Asher asked wincing.

"People are disappearing mysteriously." Sam said looking back at her.

"People disappear every day…" She groaned.

"In Forks, Washington?" Dean said with a stupid grin on his face.

Asher looked sideways at Dean, sighing. "A cliché Vampire town that a best-selling book was set in… Sounds great." She said sarcastically, sitting back.

"I've always wanted to see a sparkly vampire." Dean replied. Sam chuckled mostly to himself.

"I don't want to see any vampires." Asher said sulking.

"You can stay at the motel. No one said you had to come along. No demons to seduce here…" Dean grinned.

"Probably filled with groupie vampire whores though huh?" She hit back sarcastically.

"We can only hope." He said looking in the rear view mirror at her.


After stopping to stretch their legs at a gas station, Asher got out as Dean pumped gas and went inside. She browsed through the magazine section trying to find any books they might have. Flipping through a few her eyes rested on a cover that got her attention. She smiled as she snatched it up and almost skipped to the register. Pulling out a few crumpled bills from her pocket she smoothed them onto the counter, telling the man to keep the change. Sauntering out to the car she jumped in and settled back in the seat, a smile still sprawled across her face. Sam and Dean finally got back in after ten minutes to find Asher with her nosed stuffed into a book.

"You read?" Dean asked incredulously as he shut the door to the impala. He glanced into the rear view mirror just as she looked up.

"Like a fiend." She replied with a smirk before looking back down at the book. Sam gave Dean a shit eating grin.

"Fucking nerds…" Dean muttered under his breath.


They reached Forks by nightfall, stopping at a motel room for the night. Asher was fast asleep in the back seat with the book clutched to her chest. Getting out of the car, Dean sighed looking back at her. Sam leaned against the roof of the car, knowing Dean was mentally arguing with himself.

"Gonna wake her up?" He asked, eyeing Dean as he stood trying to figure out if he wanted to move her. "You're getting soft."

Dean gave Sam a look and shoved Asher's knee, "Wake up." He said gruffly.

She started, dropping the book to the floor board. Gingerly and half asleep she picked it up and grabbed her bag before clambering out of the vehicle. She walked in zombie-like and laid down on the first bed she found, not bothering to cover up. She was out like a light in an instant. Sam and Dean walked in with their bags and Sam put his things down next to the bed she was on. He pulled the book from her arms softly and looked down at the cover.

"Pride and Prejudice…" He said surprised, "Haven't seen this since college."

"Never heard of that garbage." Dean replied setting his bag down on his own bed.

Sam sighed and set the book on the night stand, "You know, it wouldn't hurt to be nice. It's not her fault she is stuck with us."

"Never said it was." Dean replied casually taking off his jacket and throwing it down on the unused portion of his bed.

"Then what is your problem? Cas is back, things are almost back to normal." Sam reasoned taking off his own jacket and covering Asher with it carefully.

"I don't know man… I just have a bad feeling about this whole situation. Like this is bigger than us." Dean replied sitting on his bed.

"Bigger than us?" Sam asked, his eyebrows raising in surprise. "Lucifer… was bigger than us. Azazel was bigger than us. What hasn't been bigger than us?" He stammered.

Dean looked at him solemnly. "Yeah, you are right…" He said finally, glancing over at Asher. "Honestly. I feel like she is doomed either way. She's damned if Crowley gets her and anything that comes near us dies."

Sam shrugged. "We'll make it work. At least she's more durable?" He replied trying to lighten the mood.

Dean smiled, "Yeah, I guess she's got that and that bad attitude that rears up every now and then."

"Don't think too much about it Dean. She's got a better chance than if we just leave her somewhere." Sam concluded turning off the light and laying down next to Asher.

Quiet filled the room for a moment until Dean finally laid down. He sighed into the darkness. "You always did pick the freaks to sleep with Sammy."

Sam chuckled and turned over to sleep.