"Are you coming or not?"
Dean's angry and annoyed voice is what wakes you up. It's been a few weeks since your little escapade in the Impala. It's actually where you were just sleeping. Being on the road again kind of sucks when there's no destination. You sit up and, without even looking at the windshield, you can feel the tension. These boys are going to be the death of you. You half laugh at your own joke that is more or less ironically true. Unsure of the exact argument that just transpired, you know it's about the same old thing. Dean is upset that Sam didn't look for him and now Sam is upset that Dean can be friends with a vampire. You met him briefly with the boys a couple days ago, and he checked out. His mind was sweet, for the most part, or at least as sweet as a vampire could be.
They get into the Impala and you groan out loud. They both look back at you in question.
"Can we skip the brotherly love for a while?" you ask pleadingly.
Both Winchesters turn back ignoring you. Once again, another day of whiny baby boys.
"Can someone at least tell me the plan for today?" you lean into the front of the car so they can't ignore you. "Please."
Dean drives a ways towards a possible case. Something about a woman killing her husband in Missouri. Fun stuff. But Dean stops at an empty rest stop so that you can all change into your FBI suits. You look at your naked body in the mirror of the dirty little bathroom. The scars on your body are still there even though you've been wishing them away since you got them. Sure you can heal open wounds by pushing out your scales, but scars just have to stay. You quickly get dressed when Dean starts pounding on the door telling you to hurry up.
A finishing touch of lipstick and mascara makes you feel a little better. Maybe it will take Dean's anger down just a smidge if he had something pretty to look at. You grab your bag and open the door. Dean crosses his arms which is probably hard to do since he's in a suit, but he's trying to dump his anger on anyone at this point.
"What took you so long? Is there a Starbucks in there or something?"
You laugh. "Are you serious? It's not like the dead guy isn't going to be more dead by the time we get there, Dean."
He shakes his head as you walk past him to the car. Sam is already inside. He's been kind of spacy lately, thinking about Amelia. You feel for him, but you still feel a little jealous. Hopefully that will go away soon. The way to the scene of the crime is silent. As Dean parks his car outside the caution tape, you sense someone familiar is around. Whose aura is that? It's white and brown, very pure.
As you all walk on to the scene, a deputy tries to stop you. All three of you hold out your badges like clockwork as you continue to try to figure out who it is that is here. The deputy says that a Texas Ranger is here too, and then he adds his two cents about having the FBI here as well. A man in a cowboy hat turns and you can clearly see his aura now.
"Garth," you whisper excitedly.
You never really got to formally meet him, but you distinctly remember Dean being annoyed by the little guy. Bobby was friends with him which makes him a good guy. Dean shakes his head at you once more as you walk towards the guy.
"Hey, Chuck Norris," Dean yells rudely as he approaches Garth.
"Sam? Dean?" He smiles widely and hugs them both. He turns to you and runs through his thoughts trying to figure out who you are. "I'm sorry, but do I know you?"
"I'm Bobby Singer's daughter," you say holding your hand out.
"No way!" He pulls you into a bear hug. "I've heard so many stories about you."
"What?" you pat his back.
"All good things, no worries." He lets you go and takes a step back.
"We're still working here," Dean says a little annoyed.
Dean excuses the group from the man Garth was interviewing to walk over to the actual crime scene. There is still blood in the small carport where the wife ran her husband over. After a little small talk, you all realize that Garth has taken over Bobby's position as a go-to-guy. You feel the boiling frustration that wells up within Dean about this thought. To be honest, the job looks cute on Garth. Another realization is that a ghost was in the midst of this job judging by the ectoplasm left behind.
A trip to the hospital to visit the wife leads to another woman whom the wife had been holding a grudge against since prom. With the new information, Dean decides that it's time to eat. You're not sure how that correlated, but your stomach isn't arguing. Unfortunately, your food doesn't sit with you very well. That's what you get for ordering a chef special at a bar in the middle of nowhere. The guys drop you off at a motel while they continue on an unnatural scavenger hunt.
You go into the bathroom immediately and vomit up everything. Something isn't right. Food poisoning is an option, but Dean got the same thing and even stole some of your food and he's fine. You sit back against the bathtub and think. What the hell? Maybe you're just sick. Do Ryths get sick? When was the last time you've ever been sick? Come to think of it, you've never really been sick before. Sure, hangovers suck, but never had you thrown up from being ill. You open your bag to take out some more comfortable clothes when you see your box of tampons. You throw the bag as far as you can away from you and it hits the mirror and falls into the sink. Oh shit.
You're late.
