"I gotta pee," announced Claire over the loud music that filled the car. They had been driving for about an hour and a half, but were still at least an hour away from Bobby's, according to Dean.

"Why didn't you tell us that sooner," Dean replied, annoyed, "We just passed a gas station."

"It's not like it's the only one around, and besides, that one was gross," Claire said this with a look of disgust on her face. Dean chuckled and shook his head. Sam sighed and began searching for the signs of a gas station.

About five minutes later Claire was starting to fidget and think about having Dean pull over so she could pee in the bushes. There were plenty of candidates they passed that would have worked perfectly.

"Won't that be a bit difficult for you?" Anna's remark surprised Claire, as she had thought Anna was sleeping. She asked her sister if she had woken her up. Anna replied that no one would be able to sleep at the volume of Dean's 'repulsive music.'

"Anyway, I have really got to go!"

"If we can't find a gas station soon, we'll just ask at some nice person's house," Anna thought, knowing that they probably would find at least one nice person in the near vicinity.

"Fine, but I'm not gonna be the one knocking on the door and asking," Claire retorted.

"Of course not, we'll make Sam do it, he's friendly enough." Both girls smiled at this, aware of the fact that Sam would merely have to flash his dimpled smile and that would be enough convince any woman, or man, he came across.

It was five minutes later and they still hadn't found a gas station. There was no house in sight, as they were passing what seemed to be the biggest cornfield ever.

"Ok, that's it, I'm just going to make him pull over so I can go in the field," Claire thought, really squirming.

"No, you can wait, there's bound to be something around with a bathroom." Anna was trying not to laugh at her sister's seated potty dance.

"Stop laughing! You're the one who has an enormous egg on your head!"

"Hey! You don't make fun of the wounded! That goes against the rules of society!"

"Oh, alright fine. That better be a gas station or I swear I will pee in my pants." Claire was talking about the small building that appeared in the distance. Dean and Sam laughed, until they got a look at her face, which was twisted in an effort to keep it all in. They broke into hysterics. Dean pushed the gas farther down, in an attempt to avoid the ruining of his upholstery.

"SALVATION!" Claire was absolutely thrilled to see the gas station sign. As they pulled into the parking lot and an employee came out to greet them, Claire shot out of the backseat and hurriedly asked him where the bathroom was. When he pointed to the right and said it was around the back, Claire ran looking like a mad woman in that direction.

Sam, Dean, and Anna were all laughing as they exited the car.

"Is there anything else I can help you with?" asked the young man, who was apparently trying not to laugh.

"Yeah, fill her up," Dean said, turning to watch the man's every move to make sure he didn't hurt the adored Impala.

Anna and Sam went to stretch their legs in the shade of the building.

"Do you have any Tylenol or something?" Anna asked, as she rubbed the 'egg' that was present on her head.

"Yeah. I'll get it, it's in the car," Sam replied, jogging over to the trunk. He opened it, reached in, and pulled out a huge first-aid kit. Out of the kit he pulled a super-sized bottle of Extra-Strength Tylenol. After closing the trunk, he brought the big bottle to Anna, who was a little shocked at its size.

Sam noticed her expression and said, "What? You expect us to have one of those little bottles? They take way too many refills."

Anna nodded her head in understanding, and then took the bottle out of his hand. She took two pills out of the bottle and swallowed them dry. Sam looked a little surprised as he was handed back the bottle. She shrugged and he turned and put the Tylenol back in the trunk.

"That…. was a close one," said Claire as she rounded the corner of the building. She strolled over to where Anna and Sam were standing.

"Eh, I may as go too," said Anna, already moving toward the bathrooms. Dean was just finishing paying the employee and he walked over to the shade. Claire sat down on the edge of the sidewalk that surrounded the building.

"So this place you're stealing us off to," started Claire, "is it nice?"

"Well it's a house in the middle of a car junkyard," Dean said. "But it;s better than a motel."

"A junkyard. Uh-huh." Claire nodded, still a little apprehensive.

"Do you gotta go Sammy, cause this is last stop before we get to Bobby's."

"Alright," said Sam, starting toward the bathrooms, "but what about you Dean?"

"Dude, I'll be fine," Dean said, with a cocky look on his face. Sam just shrugged and continued toward the bathrooms.

"Is he bragging about his bladder control or what?" Claire thought to Anna, who shrugged. Smirks were present on both their faces.

"I don't know but if he is, then you're getting a guy with a good bladder apparently." Claire shot her a look of reproach.

"What do you mean I'm getting a guy? Nothing's going on with me and Dean." Anna stared at her sister, who obstinately pouted.

"Helloooo! You two have flirting this entire trip! What do you mean there's 'nothing going on'?!" She thought. Claire couldn't come up with a good excuse so she decided to tactfully change the subject.

"You're calling this a trip? What about this do you find enjoyable?"

"I'm calling this the trip from Hell."

"Ah. You have a point." When everyone was finished with their (ahem) business they got in the car and back on the road.

They arrived at Bobby's forty-five minutes later. Claire and Anna were looking out their windows at the piles of car parts around them.

"I hope Charles as an enormous phobia of trash," thought Claire. Anna snorted, though her face displayed her discomfort with the place. They pulled up in front of the simple house and they all sat for a second, just looking at it.

"Ok girls, listen up," Dean began, "Bobby might be surprised to see you, so let us explain what's happened." The girls nodded, showing their cooperation.

The group exited the car and approached the front door, with the boys in the lead. With a sigh, Dean knocked on the door. They heard heavy footsteps approaching and then the door swung open.

"Boys, I'm glad to see-" Bobby suddenly stopped in the middle of his sentence as his eyes fell on the two teenaged girls behind them. Anna and Claire subconsciously scooted closer to the boys as Bobby continued to stare.

"What the hell have you boys done?" He asked. His eyes swiveled to Dean with a steely glare. Dean opened his mouth in protest. Sam's voice rang out first, however.

"Well you know Dean, Bobby. He's a daddy!"

"He wishes!"

"Sam you better not be talking about me!" The girls cried as they smacked Sam's back. Claire smirked as she hit Sam while Anna scowled as she pounded him. Bobby stood on his porch, stunned, while Dean glared at Sam, his cheeks just the faintest tinge of pink.

"I'm kidding! I'm kidding!" Sam exclaimed, laughing. Bobby shook his head with a sigh and opened the door for them.

"Come on in then," he said leading the way. Dean slinked in behind an annoyed Anna, an amused Claire, and a highly entertained Sam.

"I didn't do anything!" Dean grumbled. Claire turned to him with a grin.

"But you wish you did," she teased.

"Suuure I did," he replied with an eye roll. Claire struck a sultry pose and winked.

"Oh, you always do," she told him. Dean scoffed at her.

"Yeah, right." He then flicked her head. Claire chuckled.

"Hah!"

"What?" Dean asked. Claire drew closer to him and poked his chest.

"You admitted it." Dean's eyes locked onto Claire's. They stood there a few inches apart, unsure of what to say or do next.

Claire was able to smell him. Leather, gun smoke, sweat, and something that may have been Old Spice deodorant were the scents her alert nose detected. She found the mingled scents to be rather appealing. (a/n: no, I don't own old spice) Claire could feel her cheeks getting hot. She allowed the tips of her fingers to just brush against Dean's. (a/n: she's stealing my man! Give him back! Claire: heh-heh…he's not yours anymore!!

"He's got pretty eyes," Claire thought. Anna blinked as she received her sister's message in the living room where Sam was explaining their story to Bobby.

"Pardon? Who's got pretty eyes?" She asked.

"Dean's got pretty eyes."

"Claire…Oh never mind. Go on and flirt with your pedophile."

"C'mon. Stop being annoying," Dean finally said. He grinned down at her, trying to shrug off the awkwardness of the moment. Claire laughed and took a step back. She turned away from him and rejoined her sister. Dean took a deep breath and followed her.