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She's the Blade, the video by me, is up. I decided to just put up what I had before Windows Movie Maker when crazy.

So it's Youtube's homepage /watch?vQq0A0YUsqyY

For some reason, though, I don't think it's coming up on searches, so if you have a problem, just go to my old video and go to 'Other Videos.' That should work.

"Deanie-boo," I whined, propping my feet up on the baby's dashboard, "Deanie, I'm hungry."

Dean glanced over at me before behind his arm behind his seat, throwing the plastic bag he found at me, "We stopped at the gas station an hour ago."

I wrinkled my nose as I looked into the bag of food, "Dean, you got four different flavors of chips."

"What? Chips are food." Dean glanced in his mirror before merging into the left lane and speeding past a mini van full of crazy kids.

I rolled my eyes at him. We'd dropped off Sam at his friends house an hour ago, under very sketchy conditions. He said to be back for him in three days, at around six. Dean and I, left alone and with nothing else to do, decided to not hang around Bucks County, where it looked like nothing was happening.

So instead I'm directing him to Jill's house so I can have a visit. I mean, according to the directions my phone gave me, we're only two hours away. Then again, the way Dean's driving, it's more like an hour and a half.

"Take this next exit," I instructed, sighing and throwing the bag of food on the ground.

"What? No, we take exit seven - we've got at least ten more miles," Dean said, glancing around for a sign.

"Ignore that, take the next exit."

"Damn it, Carden, get your feet off the dashboard, I can't see," Dean complained.

I rolled my eyes, carefully placing my feet around the bag of salty-potatoes. I've been forbidden from chips since I got James for my Watcher, and I don't plan on disobeying him now.

Dean sped across the lanes, just barely making the exit before finding the road ended, leaving us to turn either left or right. "Which way?"

I sucked at my teeth, leaning forward to see if I could find what I wanted, "Left. Definitely left."

Dean's brow furrowed as he glanced from me to the red light in front of us, "Did you even look at your phone?"

"No, no, we're not going to that place right now." Did I mention Dean has no idea where we're going?

"What?!"

"I need real food - we're going to a super market and I'm getting yogurt. Now turn."

"Yogurt," Dean questioned, fake gagging.

"Yogurt is very nutritious," I spat back, "And delicious."
"And disgusting."

I rolled my eyes, "Here, a Target, they're sure to have something I can eat."

"You can eat the chips," Dean nearly screamed back.

"You're so lucky Sam groveled for your forgiveness," I responded, trying my best to be icy.

Truthfully, I got that weird feeling that Dean wasn't one of those people I could be mad at for very long, maybe because I'm so used to having to forgive him without his actually apologizing. It's not like I have a choice. Well, I guess I technically have a choice, but really holding my grudge would be more work than it would be rewarding.

"I'm not parking, so you'd better run." I rolled my eyes, reaching towards Dean's pocket, "Whoa! What do you think you're doing there, Carden? I mean, not that I mind, but-" I rolled my eyes, punching him in the thigh, close enough to scare him a little. "What are you doing, you crazy bitch," Dean nearly screamed.

"My wallet's in the trunk - you have a wallet that's not in the trunk," I explained, slipping my hand into his pocket before he could do anything about it.

"Get, no! You're not taking my mone-"

"I'll pay you back, you big baby," I responded, slipping his wallet into my back pocket and hopping out of the car happily. I'm going to buy so much yogurt Dean's going to cry.

I bit my lip as my cell phone rang. Dean and I had just arrived in Ocean City, and Dean was driving on the main street, waiting for my directions. I was calling Jill, to make sure she was at home. I knew she was at the shore - her parents move down here every summer. But I want to make sure she's not, like, at the Boardwalk.

"Hello," a voice questioned - a voice I recognized immediately.

I gasped, my voice immediately returning to that of a four-year old, "DADDY?!"

"We're going to visit your family," Dean questioned, his jaw dropping, "Are you crazy?"

I waved my hand, my voice perpetually stuck in it's four-year old state as Jill's father, whom I do call Daddy, responded, "Carrie?"

"DADDY!"

"Sweetie, where have you been; Mommy and I have been worried sick about you," he fake chastised, and I giggled.

"Oh, Daddy."

Jill's father laughed, "Do you want to speak to your sister?"

And really, that's how this family treated me. They had no clue about my Slayer half-life, and something about them made them so accepting, and so appealing, that I had always felt like they were a second family, Jill being my sister.

"Yes, please."

"Alright, I love you sweetie."

"Love you, Daddy." I swear, I'm more cuddly with Jill's family than I am with my own.

There was murmuring, a squeal, and then, "CARRIE?!"

"JILLIE," I questioned, my voice still stuck in the excited four-year old tone.

"We're going to visit Jill," Dean questioned, obviously remembering her from Pleasantville.

"Dean, shut up," I whispered to him before turning back to Jill, "Jillie, you'll never guess where I am."

"Where are you, Carrie?"

"Central Avenue," I responded, biting my lip and smiling as Jill started to scream.

"I'M RUNNING TO MEET YOU!"

The phone dropped, and Jill was gone. I smiled as I hung up the phone, "Head down towards twenty-third street," I instructed, and Dean obeyed.

"I can't believe you dragged me to the beach to visit Jill."

I rolled my eyes, "Shut up, Dean. You don't have to stay."

"Like hell I don't - after what Azazel decided he wants to put you through, you're not leaving my sight."

And for a second, my heart stopped beating. It does that every time Dean shows any human emotion other than contempt and bitterness towards me. Whenever he reminds me that he really does care. Maybe that's why I can always bring myself to forgive Dean - he cares, deep down.

I laughed as Dean rolled to a stop at a light, throwing the car door open and very recklessly crossing the street before colliding with Jill. "JILLIE!"

"CARRIE," Jill shouted back, jumping up and wrapping her legs around me. Yeah, this was a good idea of mine.

I smiled as I dragged Dean up the walkway to Jill's house, Jill dragging me in the same fashion. According to everyone else, Dean was now a friend from college. He'd been a senior when I'd first started, and now he and I decided to go on a road trip.

It's a weak story, but I don't see anyone questioning it too much. As long as he and I are alright sleeping in separate rooms, no one should even care.

"You guys were right on time for dinner, too! Daddy's making his goat cheese pasta!"

"Goat cheese pasta? I think we all know how I feel about goat cheese pasta," I responded, looking excitedly at Jill. In addition to being uber-cool, Daddy was a great chef, and goat cheese pasta was my favorite.

"No, Carden, I don't know how you feel about goat cheese pasta, why don't you tell me?"

I turned to glare at Dean as Jill gasped, "You called her Carden! No one calls her Carden, except for her boarder-line stalker cousin."

"James was not a boarder-line stalking me," I responded, "I told you, I worked for him too."

"All I'm saying is that he was creepy," Jill said as she led me and Dean into the front hall, closing the door behind us.

I rolled my eyes as I started to flick off my shoes, "Whatever." I didn't think it was smart to tell Jill that James had died.

Dutifully, Dean followed me towards the kitchen, but I froze at the sound of his boots. "Jill, go ahead and get me my milk."

Milk was another weird tradition of mine and Jill's. Alright, it wasn't a tradition, it was more during high school James was always trying to get me to drink milk, juice, and water only. No soda. He gave up the battle by college, but still, I always drank milk with Jill.

"Does Dean want milk too?"

"Yes, Dean wants milk," I supplied, turning on him and whispering, "Dean, take off your shoes."

"What? No, why?"

"Take them off, right now," I said. Somehow, I knew this wouldn't be easy.

"No, that's just weird."

"It's what normal people do, now do it."

"Oh, Jill said you brought a friend." Daddy emerged from the hallway, sticking his hand out, "Hi, I'm Daddy."

Yeah, he actually introduces himself like that. I love it. Dean smiled politely, shaking Daddy's hand, "I'm Dean."

"Well, come, take off your shoes, stay a while. Will you two be staying the night?"

Dean opened his mouth to decline, but I was not about to let him ruin my fun, "Of course, Daddy."

"Oh, well, we'll just set up the bed for you, then, Dean, and Carrie can share Jill's room."

"Of course, Daddy," I said, smiling as I noted Dean glumly slipping off his shoes, revealing dingy-looking used-to-be-white socks.

I smiled cheekily at Dean as he nodded, "Yeah, sure, fine, I guess we could stay the night here."

"Well, great, then come have dinner."

I smiled at Dean before leading him into the dining room, where Mommy and Jillie were arguing about where who should sit.

"Dean, we have to go to the Boardwalk," I insisted, pouting at him with large eyes.

Dean sighed, "No, we really don't, Carden."

"Dean, come on, it's so fun! There's a little theme park and these cute shops and it's right on the ocean and it's so fun!"

"I'm not going to the Boardwalk, Carden. It's stupid."

"It's got games," I whined, "Now turn around."

Dean and I were now in Jill's room, where he and I were supposed to change into something that could keep us warm tonight at the Boardwalk, while at the same time not making us overheat while the day is still cooling off. I don't know about Dean, but I've got this adorable dress I've been aching to wear all summer. Whether or not it will keep me warm isn't important - it's the cutest thing I've ever seen!

"Carden, we-"

"Turn around," I barked at him, "And close your eyes. I can see you through the mirror."

Dean rolled his eyes before closing them, allowing me to change, "Carden, don't be ridiculous. We don't have time for the Boardwalk."

"What are we going to do, train? Research? Scout the area," I questioned sarcastically. I sighed, pulling on some matching footless tights. It feels good to care about my fashion, "You can open your eyes."

"We don't have time to waste," Dean insisted, turning back to me. He was quiet for a minute before, "Really, Carden, we can't go."

I rolled my eyes, "We can go. You're the one who always wants Sam to have more fun."

"Yeah, but," Dean almost whined as I stood in front of Jill's vanity, picking out from my selection of chokers, "The Boardwalk is geeky."

"Fine, you can stay home, or go to try and find a tavern. Ocean City's a family place, they might have one. I'm going to the Boardwalk with Jill."

Dean groaned, "You know I can't leave you alone, Carden."

My heart skipped the ceremonious beat, but I moved past it, "Then go to the Boardwalk. I bet you've never even been there."

Dean sighed, and I took it that I won as I walked out of Jill's room, leaving him to change.

Dean groaned as he felt Carden take his hand, dragging him towards some crazy, large ride that was titled 'Double Shot' and shot you up in the air. He'd been running around all night with Jill, Jill's younger sister Abby, and Carden. He was almost always stuck sitting next to Carden or Abby for the rides, and Carden had convinced him to try and play a carnival game where he had to shoot moving targets.

Of course, he found the game laughable easy, but then Carden stole the pink stuffed dragon he won, and now he had a reason to watch her, 'for the safety of his prize.' Of course, he didn't want it. He had figured it would end up in Carden's suitcase at one point the moment he won it, but now there was an excuse.

He bit his lip as he leaned against the guard rail of the ride, not bothering to watch as Carden stood next to him, gabbing with Jill and Abby excitedly. Looking down at her, he couldn't help but notice how... normal she looked. How innocent. It was almost like she completely forgot about the demons, the vampires, Azazel. It was almost like she was no different than Jill or Abby.

It was amazing, really. In her little dress and her brightly colored tights, when she closed her eyes, she could be just another face in the crowd. She had to close her eyes, though, because sometimes Jill or Abby would do something, like bite each other on the arm for whatever reason, and Carden's eyes would suddenly dull and brighten at the same time. Like some weird internal struggle to suppress what she was, and what she'd seen.

It was amazing, really.

Of course, few girls Carden's age could compare, in Dean's mind, to Carden. Unable to help himself, Dean glanced Carden up and down as he followed her onto the ride. She knocked me out with those American thighs...

Damn it, ACDC.