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"So this is what Tennessee looks like," Dorian said, getting out of the backseat of the Impala. She stretched her legs. They had been driving for six hours straight and her lower extremities had gone numb. Empty bellies and full bladders had prompted them to stop at the next diner they found. "Hey maybe we can stop by Graceland before we leave."

Dean smirked. "You liked the King?" He looked over his shoulder as they walked towards the diner.

Dorian shrugged. "It was one of the few things I was allowed to listen to. My dad loved Elvis."

Sam smiled. "So sorry."

"Hey..." She said glaring at him playfully. Not watching where she was going, Dorian slammed her hip right into the side view mirror of a car. "Ow!" She yelled, putting pressure on the pained area.

"You okay?" Sam asked, walking over to her.

She nodded. "I'll live." She stood up straight and was tempted to kick the car. Knowing that would make someone undoubtedly very angry she settled for saying, "Stupid car."

Dean smirked. "Hey no one told you to get into a fight with a parked car. For future reference the car usually wins."

"Oh ha ha."

"I thought it was funny," Sam said with a smile playing on his lips. She smacked his chest. "Hey!"

"Well I thought that was funny."

"Would you two stop fooling around," Dean said, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm hungry and I don't want to stay here any longer than we have to be."

"In a hurry to be someplace?" She asked. They started walking towards the diner again.

Dean held open the door for her. "No, but we haven't found anything strange in the last few weeks."

"Isn't that a good thing?" Dorian tripped on the threshold and Dean grabbed her arm to keep her from eating the tile.

One thing the brothers had learned about Dorian in the last month that she had been with them was that she was very clumsy. Tripping, bumping, and falling being only a few things that Dorian was prone to.

"You really need to learn how to walk," Dean told her, releasing her arm.

She rolled her eyes. "I'll keep that in mind." They went inside. "Hey, order me an ice tea, I'll be there in a second."

"No problem," Sam said.

Sam and Dean grabbed a booth while Dorian went to the bathroom.

They sat down and Sam asked, "So what is your hurry?"

Dean shrugged. "I just have this gut feeling that we're getting closer to dad."

"You were the one who said dad didn't want to be found," Sam reminded him.

A waiter in black slacks and a green shirt came over. "I'm John, I'll be your server today." He laid two menu's in front of them. "What can I get you gentlemen?" He asked with a strong souther drawl. His long sandy hair was pulled into a ponytail at the nape of his neck, but his smile didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Two coffee's and an iced tea," Dean told him.

"And an extra menu," Sam added.

"Coming right up."

After John left, Dean said, "I know what I said about dad, but he's never been gone this long and I'm worried about him."

Dorian came over and slid in the booth next to Dean. "Uh, Dean."

"Uh, what?"

"As much as I know you'd love to eat and high tail it out of here I'm not sure we're going to be able to do that."

"Why not?" Sam asked opening his menu.

Dorian pushed a strand of red hair behind her ear. "There were some other girls in the bathroom and they were talking about some chick that got stabbed up at the local Lovers Lane."

Dean shrugged. "So what."

"They said that the guy who was making out with the chick, his name was Billy or something like that" Dorian looked around and lowered her voice. "Anyways he told the cops that their attacker had no skin."

Dean and Sam exchanged a glance. The waiter came back with their drinks.

"Two coffee's and one ice tea." He handed Dorian the extra menu.

"Thanks," She said smiling.

"Hey," Dean said leaning forward onto the table. "Can I ask you a question."

"Sure," John said.

"What's the story about the chick who was stabbed on Lovers Lane the other day?"

"Andy Miller," John said. "Yeah, she was making out with this kid Billy up there and they got attacked. Billy apparently tried to fight the guy off, but he couldn't stop him from stabbing Andy. They say she'll make a full recovery though. Billy had a cell phone and called for help."

"Cops have any leads?" Sam asked. He took a sip of his coffee.

John shook his head. "No, Billy took a blow to the head." He smirked.

"What's so funny?" Dorian asked. She wasn't sure there was much amusement in the situation.

"Nothing, I just feel bad for Billy, cause instead of remembering who the real killer is, he pictured Skinned Tom."

"Skinned Tom?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It's an old legend parents use to spook their kids from going up to Lovers Lane," John explained.

Dorian propped her chin on her hand. "I love a good ghost story."

John smiled, this time it went to his eyes. "Well they say this guy Tom was real popular with the ladies in this town, but he was the love em and leave em type if you catch my drift. So when he finished with the available ladies in this town he went to the next town over. Only the lady he picked up wasn't so available."

"Naughty boy," Dorian said flirtatiously.

"Yeah, well the ladies husband followed them out to lovers lane and once things got all hot and heavy, the husband went and stabbed his wife, threw her aside, and even though Tom swore he didn't know the lady was married, the husband skinned him alive."

Dorian widened her eyes. "So what happened?"

John shrugged. "The husband went straight to the cops and turned himself in. The wife lived, but according to legend Tom's body and the knife were never found."

"Spookular."

"They say that Skinned Tom is still up there, waiting for unfaithful couples to inflict the same torture that was inflicted upon him."

"Good thing we're just passing through," Dean said jokingly.

John laughed and took their orders. Then he picked up the menu's and went back to the kitchen.

Sam sat back in the booth and crossed his arms over his chest. "Flirt much?"

She shrugged. "It got him talking without questioning why didn't it?"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Dean said shoving her playfully. "You know you like him."

"Uh, no, not my type." She took a sip of her tea. "So anyways what about this Skinned Tom thing? Think it could be something?"

"Maybe," Sam said. "But it could be he just imagined it like the waiter said."

"It's still worth checking out," Dean said. "Just to be on the safe side."

Dorian nodded. "So we grab a motel room, wait until dark, and go to Lovers Lane?"

"Well unless you'd rather go with Johnny boy over there," Dean said playfully.

She elbowed him in the ribs. "Shut up."

After they ate they grabbed a cheap motel with two beds. Not wanting to get two rooms every time they went somewhere Dorian had become accustomed to sleeping in the same bed as Dean. At first she had been worried and it had been awkward, but now all three of them were close enough that it didn't bother her anymore.

"You know one of these days we're getting a real hotel room." Dorian threw her duffel bag on the floor and plopped on the bed.

"Why is that?" Dean asked sitting at the table and propping his feat up.

"Because most real hotel rooms have a small kitchen," Dorian said, leaning back on her arms. "And if they have a real kitchen I can buy real food and we can all eat a decent meal."

"What's wrong with the food we eat?" Dean asked.

She rolled over onto her stomach, resting her chin on her hands, and kicking her legs back and forth. "That, my friend, is not food. That is a grease soaked nastiness."

Sam laughed from the other bed. "You know it's true."

"When was the last time either of you had a decent home cooked meal?" She asked.

They looked at each other. Dean shrugged, but Dorian noticed a sad look on Sam's face. She noticed it before but she wasn't going to ask him about it. It was none of her business and if Sam wanted to tell her, he would.

"You okay?" She asked, knowing something was wrong.

Sam cleared his throat. "Fine." He smiled. "I haven't had one in a while and I think the last time Dean had real food was when he was a kid."

Dean stretched his arms out and folded his hands behind his head. "Hey, it's one of the downsides that comes with living on the road."

"Well when this is all over, we're going to go to Graceland," She told him in a matter-of-fact tone. "We're going to get a decent hotel room and I'm going to cook you guys a decent meal."

"Oh we are we?" Dean asked sardonically.

Dorian pulled herself up on her knees. "Come on tell me it doesn't sound good. I can cook real sirloin steaks, with home made mash potatoes, gravy, buttermilk biscuits..." Dean leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. She got off the bed and walked towards him. "Maybe I can even get a vegetable in you two." She went to the back of his chair and started rubbing his shoulders. "And I can even make a chocolate cake for desert." She put her cheek next to his and wrapped her arms over his shoulders. "From scratch. What do you say?"

Dean opened his eyes and looked at Sam. "It's tempting."

Sam was watching the whole show, smirking the entire time. When Dorian wanted to she could work Dean real easily. If only her steps were as smooth as her words. "Sounds like a plan to me."

Dean sighed. "All right, all right. We'll go to Graceland."

"Yes," She kissed him on the cheek and hugged him. "You rock!"

She skipped back towards the bed, tripping over her own feet, and hitting the floor with a thud.

Dean laughed. "You know if you can't walk what makes you think you can skip?"

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