I feel sooo bad for not updating in months! I have extreme writers block right now and I want to let you know that I haven't given up on this story! If anyone has any ideas on what could happen next please let me know! Disclaimer: I do not own anything you recognize from Supernatural... ~kt

"Hey Luna! Wake up!" yelled Bobby's voice from outside the door. I groaned. It was the first good night's sleep I had had in a long time. He pounded on the door. "Get your ass out of bed before a drag it out!" Bobby was less threatening now that he was in the wheel chair, but when Bobby said that he was going to drag your ass out of bed, he meant it. I had learned it from so many school mornings waking up to either a bucket of ice, water, or a really being dragged out of bed. I got out of bed and opened the curtains. The sun shone in my room. That was one thing I liked about my room. It always got sun in the morning. I grabbed clean clothes from my duffel bag and put them on. I walked into the bathroom threw my hair up in a ponytail and brushed my teeth. I went downstairs all packed and ready to go. Bobby was the only one home.

"Where are the boys?" I asked. Bobby looked up from his book.

"I sent them to get more salt. They were a little low," he told me, "Luna, the boys think that you have never hunted a day in your life. What did you tell them?"

"I didn't outright tell them that. They assumed it and I never corrected them. Did you tell them?"

"No. Boy, they will sure be shocked when they see how you can take on four vampires without backup, and still get the captive out alive." I remembered that fight. It was one of my first ones alone. I heard the rumble of the impala. It clicked.

"Bobby, are those …?" I trailed off.

"John's sons?" he suggested. I nodded my head. "Yep, have fun with 'em Luna. Kick some creature ass." He wheeled himself over. I looked at him realizing I had never asked what happened to him. As if he knew what I was thinking he told me that it had been a demon and he had been able to stab himself to kill the demon and not himself. I bent down and he kissed my cheek.

"Good luck Moon." He called as I walked out the door, starting my new days of hunting with the Winchesters. "Knock 'em dead. Literally!"

"Thanks," I said and walked out the door. The Winchesters sat in the impala looking impatient.

"Hurry up Luna! Throw your shit in the trunk and get in the back seat," said Dean who was in the driver's seat. I opened the trunk and threw my stuff in and got in the back seat. Dean shifted the car into drive and tore out of Singer's Salvage. Silence was overbearing in the impala. I put on my headphones and turned on my ipod. It must have been at least and hour and a half when noticed that Dean was trying to get my attention. I took my headphones out.

"What?" I asked.

"I said that we are going to stop at the next gas station and if you needed anything get it now," said Dean.

"Where are we anyway?" I asked.

"Still in South Dakota," said Sam.

"Where are we going?"

"Crandon, Wisconsin. About five more hours away." I hated not doing anything. I could spend hours driving alone singing to the radio. I couldn't sit still for more than thirty minutes doing nothing, however.

"Can I drive?" I asked. Sam turned around and looked at me skeptically. Dean gave me a 'yeah right' look into the rearview mirror. "Okay fine." We stopped for gas and Sam and I got out of the car.

"I'm going in, do you need anything?" Sam asked.

"No, I'm just going to use the restroom, and maybe grab some grindage." I went to the bathroom and bought a bag of barbeque potato chips and a bottle of grape soda. We were back on the road within fifteen minutes. I fell asleep within an hour of leaving the gas station.