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I consider this a half chapter because it's just a slight filler scene. Dean will be an ass, like normal…read below to find out what he did this time. Enjoy

Re-uploaded and edited for grammar errors, time jumps and perspective switches

Chapter 10.5

Freddi woke up with a gasp again as she forced herself to wake up before she could have another nightmare. It must have been hours since she fell asleep; she didn't know when Sam and Dean entered the car, or when she was transferred to Sam's lap. She looked up to find Sam also asleep. The man looked absolutely exhausted and she didn't blame him.

Recent events left all three parties shaken up for different reasons. Freddi already knew her reasons, new information about her father, but for once, she didn't have an itch to find out their reasons; she didn't want to know. It wasn't her business and she was getting tired of digging into where she knew she wasn't wanted.

As much as Freddi liked being near Sam, she didn't want to be in close proximity to him for the moment. She slowly slid down Sam's thigh to the seat, landing on her good leg, before sitting back down.

Sam continued to sleep, his hand sliding down his shirt relaxed. Dean was still alert though and glanced over, doing a double take when he saw Freddi awake.

"Hey, kid. You hungry?"

Freddi looked up at him and smiled, "Yeah, I can eat."

"Sam usually keeps one of those health-protein bar in his inner pocket. Not sure left or right...but if you can snag it, I'll open it for you."

'Well,' Freddi thought, smirking to herself, and flashed a smile of determination. 'Challenge accepted.'

The best part about her life was the climbing and she wasn't going to let a broken leg stop her. She crawled her way to the edge of Sam's jacket. Before she started climbing, she looked back at the driver, "You should never give me a challenge, Dean. My stubbornness could drive you crazy."

Suppressing a protesting moan of pain, Freddi slowly began to climb. She didn't care if Dean was kidding or not, but she didn't stop until she reached Sam's pocket, colliding with the protein bar as she fell into the pocket.

'Damn it.'

Dean chuckled, continuing to speed down the highway, "Fun to watch, though."

He glanced over. Freddi wasn't visible, every now and then a tiny bump would budge from the thick fabric on Sam's jacket on her trek. It was quiet for a while, until he heard a crinkling of plastic, "You got it?"

"Working on it," Freddi recomposed herself with a light groan, knowing she was stuck in that damn pocket. "Give me a few moments while I figure out a way to get out without waking this sleeping beastly."

"Take you time. He'll be out until four, at least," Dean informed her. Suddenly Sam sighed in his sleep, crossing his arms loosely across his chest and turning towards the window.

"Oh, Sam!" Freddi squealed in reaction to feeling compressed and squished deeper into the pocket, the wall of Sam's chest against her front and the protein bar pressing very uncomfortably against her back. She was stuck in one place.

"You just had to say something, didn't you, Big Mouth?"

"Hey, I didn't do anything!" Dean tried to wrestle the smile out of his voice. He took his eyes off the road for a moment, laughing quietly as he reached over and shook Sam's arm. He didn't budge, but Dean did hear a slight sound of struggle coming from Freddi; Sam must have had her in a bad position.

There was a muffled groan coming from the tiny twenty-year-old, obviously not liking her predicament, "I'm stuck here until Sam uncrosses his arms, aren't I?"

"Are you?" Dean raised his eyebrows, smirking. "Well... I guess I could wake him, but then again, poor Sammy needs his rest..."

"We can't wake Sam," Freddi muffled a response. "It would be kind of hard to explain this to him."

Dean chuckled, realizing she was serious. She was willing to be locked in there for hours... "You're not kidding? Fine... I hope you can open the bar on your own then."

"Ass," Freddi snarked, regarding to his statement and the distress he caused her from trying to move Sam's arms. God, he was such an ass, but at least she could get along with him. "You should feel very lucky I like our banter."

Dean openly laughed at her reply, watching the road again, "You're lucky I don't tell Sam about your little crush."

She didn't hesitate to lie in a groaning tone, wanting to believe it was true, "It's not going to work, Dean. I don't like him like that. I just met him and I don't really know much about him. I don't even know how old he is."

"Yeah whatever. Just saying... You're a little too happy to be stuck in there." Dean sounded very sure of himself, despite her protests and excuses. The car hit a pothole a few moments later, causing Sam to rouse at long last.

"Time is it?" Sam mumbled, stretching his legs out from their cramped position.

'Shit, how are Dean and I going to explain this?' Freddi thought, partially relieved that she had the potential to move, but stayed exactly where she was, 'Please, Sam. Go back to sleep. Keep your arms uncrossed and go back to sleep.'

Dean expected Sam to burst out with an exclamation of surprise at any moment, but he seemed completely unaware of Freddi. Sam straightened in his seat and sighed tiredly.

"About two in the morning. Bad dream?"

"No, nothing this time."

Freddi was frozen in both fear of being discovered and concentration from listening in, her silent breath holding at different times. Could Sam even feel her? She was so small compared to him so probably not. That thought kamakazied to a whole web of realizations; four inches, that was all Freddi was to Sam. It's all she was to everybody. Even if she did admit to herself of her crush, the truth bit her in the ass and tore at her heart.

She just wished Sam would just fall back asleep, so she could get out of the pocket. She could feel herself mentally begging, "Please, Sam, go to sleep. I can't be here any longer, please."

Sam rested his head against the seat belt again and closed his eyes. He asked, facing the window, "Do you think mom is happy?"

Dean noticeably tensed, letting his poker face return. He found it hard to believe she was happy after the way she died, but he didn't want to crush his little brother's spirits, "I don't know. She looked pretty at peace to me."

"Yeah..." Dean had offered the possible bait and Sam bit in to it with ease. With that encouraging thought, he became still once more, letting the vibrating song of the speeding car become a lullaby.

Freddi waited. After fifteen minutes, she knew he was officially asleep again, causing her to sigh in relief. She had no hesitation leaving the protein bar behind as she climbed out of the pocket and make her journey down the jacket. She landed safely on the seat before sitting down in a tired heap. She wasn't exhausted one bit, but her bruises were very tender; she just wished they could heal soon.

Catching her rapid breath, she managed to let out, "Okay, I am NOT doing that again, not with my leg like this."

"You didn't even get the bar?" Dean laughed, but it was a fond laugh, not a malicious one. Keeping his eyes on the road, he reached over and plucked her up in one hand. If he was being honest with himself, feeling a tiny body in his hand like that never got old.

"Hang on, I might have something," he said, setting her down on his lap and then searched his jacket pockets, eventually producing a Ziploc baggie of beef jerky. "Here, this should tide you over until we get to a good stop. Haven't decided where yet."

Sitting along the curve of his giant thigh, she gave him her 'What the Hell?' face as she watched him yank out beef jerky from his pocket. She had to go through all that trouble with Sam and his pocket all because someone didn't want to share?! She liked being near Dean, but sometimes, he drove her up with wall.

"Really? Dick move, Dean," She felt the need to let her inner smart-ass take control, "I could have avoided all that trouble if you had done this twenty minutes ago. Didn't anyone tell you sharing is caring?"

She rolled her eyes at his excuse before getting into her strip of beef jerky on her lap.

"Hey, I wasn't going to share until it was the last option. No one just gets my jerky without working for it," Dean replied as if he was stating his case. As they drove onward to their new destination, he began to drive one-handed; the other hand busied itself by stroking Freddi's hair with the pad of his index finger. She was so small. He would probably never get over that.

He took a break from petting her for a second to pop in a classic rock cassette tape to set the soundtrack for the next 200 miles.

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Ta Da! Here it is. Dean can see right through her. More things to come. Hope to get some reviews. I will update soon.