AN: It's the double-digits! It is super busy right now - so I don't really have time for an authors note today! So enjoy.

Chapter Ten

December 10

This is awkward.

You think? This is worse than that time we got into a screaming match and then were stuck on a bus for nine hours refusing to talk to each other.

Haha. Yeah.

Why did you decide to come along again?

Adventure?

I should kick your ass.

I just love how we are passing notes like we're in grade five.

Lmao.

This way the boys won't know what we are saying.

Katie, you are a brilliant mastermind.

Mwuhahahahahahahahahaha

Oh god.

As I was saying, Dean's such an ass.

He's not that bad.

Dude, he was a jerk yesterday.

He just really didn't want us traveling with them. He was worried is all.

He should learn to express his emotions.

Oh god – imagine them in therapy.

Isn't there an episode of that in season five?

I think you are right.

If they get bitchy for the future I say we tell them that.

What? That they go to an insane asylum?

Yes.

Watch out, Sam's glancing back – look innocent.

I'm always innocent.

Like hell.

He's not looking anymore.

I never realized just how tall these guys actually were.

I know. Even DEAN is tall.

And they are nice once you get to know them.

And they are hot!

Katie!

What? You would need to be blind not to notice that we are stuck in a car with two sexy men,

I don't think of them that way. And what about Drew?

I miss him. It hurts.

I know, sorry to bring him up. I know how much you loved him.

It's like a part of me is missing.

At least you have me?

True. Love you.

Love you more.

Talking about boys Sarah … I saw you feeling up a certain angel?

It's called a hug.

Right. Because you hug Sam and Dean all the time.

They aren't as huggable. Cas is cute.

Ah ha! You admit Cas is cute?

I admit that you are a jerk!

So, do you think Cas is hot?

Well, he isn't bad looking.

Like, on a scale of one to ten?

If you keep this up, I will hit you.

Would you have sex with hi – OUCH!

Great, you made Dean look at us like we are crazy.

You are the one that hit me.

I warned you.

How considerate.

This is so boring.

I know, it is like … wow, another tree!

Haha, Look it's a hill!

We need to think of something to do.

I spy?

Dean would kill us.

We can write it out.

Dude, you are on!

Me first. I spy with my little eye something which is green.

Tree?

No.

Grass?

No.

… Roof?

No.

Your barrette?

No.

Your envy for another person kissing Cas?

No – don't make me hit you again.

Wow, this is actually hard.

That's the point. But I am surprised YOU haven't got this.

Dean's eyes!

Haha, yes – you always went on about them. Surprised you didn't get it sooner.

Dude, I am AWESOME.

Hahaha, the boys are going to think we are up to something. Especially when Sam turns to us and asks what we are doing and you just giggle and say nothing. I think we have them worried.

They should be. I don't think these boys have ever been surrounded by girls before.

Not true – Sam must have at Stanford.

Good point.

Did we do the right thing about not telling them about the apocalypse?

What? We should have said that Sam said yes to Lucifer so that he could jump back into hell and take the devil with him? I don't think they would have liked that.

I just worry that Sam and Dean are only able to do that because of everything they go through. Do you think that even if they didn't … would they still pull it off?

I have no clue. I guess we're going to find out.

I keep thinking we'll find a way home.

How are you holding up?

I try not to think about it. But the fact is, this will be my first Christmas away from the family. It's only a couple of weeks away. We would be getting the tree right now. I miss them.

But at least you have a cute angel.

I am going to kill you.

Nah, you love me too much.

Damn … why do you have to be right?

Because I am AWESOME. I told you this already.

Where the hell is Rockford, IL and why are we not there yet?

What do you think Dean would say if he found out that in a year Sam would have no soul.

I think he would freak.

Yeah.

I don't want Sam to lose his soul.

I thought you didn't mind?

That was when we were just watching the show. Now that I actually know Sam? It makes me sad to think he will lose his empathy.

It's getting hard to read this.

Yeah.

The notes ended abruptly and Sam looked up at Dean.

Dean had gone out to get some dinner after they had set up in their motel. Sarah and Katie had been given their own had taken the opportunity to clear out some of the junk collecting in the backseat, especially now that the two girls were traveling with them. He might not like the idea, but he did not want them to come along, he did not want them to be sitting in garbage the entire way.

Sam and he were not particularly messy, but the Impala was their home. And over time fast food containers and water bottles slowly creeped up on them. It was while he was quickly shoving the garbage out, when a piece of paper caught his eye. For a minute the odd handwriting caught his attention. Quickly glancing the contents, he was about to throw it away when he saw the word 'apocalypse' out of the corner of his eye.

Later that night, he had shared his find with Sam.

"Huh," Sam said, reading the paper over for the fourth time.

"I know," Dean sighed, leaning against his headboard.

"So, what do we do?" Sam asked. "I mean, how does someone lose their soul?"

"I don't know," Dean said.

"The hell Dean?" Sam asked, not liking the idea of losing his soul. "What do we do?"

"I don't know," Dean replied once again, rubbing his face. "Focus on the hunt."

"The hunt?" Sam demanded. "I supposedly throw myself into hell and lose my soul and you want to just work this hunt?"

"We've got time," Dean said, as Sam huffed in bitterness. "No, listen to me, this isn't about to happen anytime soon. We focus on the hunt, and then we get the Sarah and Katie to tell us more."

"Yeah, cause they are really letting us in on everything," Sam seethed.

"But we already know what they didn't want us to know," Dean pointed out. "Get some sleep. We'll talk to them in the morning."

"You're being awfully calm about this," Sam said suspiciously.

"We can only have one of us losing their cool at a time," Dean teased, but his smirk slipped away as Sammy turned his back. He was giving the girls until the hunt was done, then they were going to try to have that conversation again. Until then, he had to keep Sammy calm, the girls alive, and try to focus on the hunt, even with the apocalypse going on and the answer to it one wall away. Yes, just another stress-free day in the life of Dean Winchester.

AN: Greetings! I would write more of this authors note, but I need to get going. If I survive December without going crazy, it'll be a miracle. Thanks to my wonderful reviewers, I know there is a few of you who regularly post and it makes me smile! Hope everyone is having a great December so far! ~ Ella