As they drove along the road Cyn watched Sam, his hair sparkling in the moonlight. She was sitting in the middle of the backseat cross-legged without a seat belt-not that they cared. 'Oh god they're hot.'

She looked back and forth between them. "Woo." She said under her breath and put the back of her hand to her head.

Sam, who was watching in his rearview mirror, looked confused. "Cyn, are you okay?" Cyn snapped out of her trance, her eyes wide.

She sat up straight and flinched. "Yeah." Dean chuckled. Her eyes snapped to the rearview mirror where Dean was watching her. "I'm just gonna lay down." She slumped over and wasn't heard from for miles. When she sat back up the sun loomed low in the sky and the car had stopped.

"Sam? Dean?" She looked around. She saw herself in the mirror. Her hair was smushed on one side and wild on the other. "Mmmmm." She grumbled as she pulled her hair away from her head. She looked out the window. She appeared to be in the parking lot of a pool bar. Then Sam and Dean came running out laughing.

"And you told them that you weren't that good…" Sam laughed. They got in the car and Dean looked back at her.

"Whoa, what the hell happened to you?" Dean said raising his eyebrows.

"I just woke up." She said flatly.

"Ohh-kay. Ready?"

"Yeah." Sam said.

"No wait. Gotta pee." She climbed out of the car and ran to the side of the building to the bathrooms. Dean looked irritated. She came back to the car, biting her lip and Sam and Dean looked at her.

"All peed out?" She nodded.

A few miles down the road they heard her creak nervously, "Uh, guys? Can we make a stop at the nearest Walgreen's?"

Dean took his eyes off the road. "Why would you need-" Sam looked at him. "To? Ohhh god." He mumbled. Dean made a turn off the road they were on.

Cyn came out of the store with a bag in her hand. She sighed. "They wouldn't let me use the bathroom, even if it was an emergency. Where should I go?" Dean glanced at the bushes. "Oh, hell no. I will not do that."

"So what are you thinking?" She glanced behind the building.

"I can't believe that I am guarding my car, while a girl puts in a Tampon on the other side." Dean said pushing his hair back in a frustrated manner.

Sam looked impatient. "Cyn, hurry up. How long can that take?"

"Do you want me to do it wrong?"

"You can do it wrong?" Dean said turning his head slightly to Sam. Sam shrugged.

"I could bleed allover the place and leave My DNA behind a Walgreen's."

Dean made a disgusted noise. "Must you be so vulgar?"

"You try to insert Tampon without touching your ass to the ground. Can you?"

"You know I can't." He slightly glanced back. "Are you finished?"

"Yeah, I'm finished." She stood up.

"What's going on here?" All their eyes snapped to a cop standing feet away from them.

"Nothing officer," Cyn said crumpling the tampon wrapper behind her. "We were just fixing a tire." He looked at Cyn and back at Sam and Dean.

"And they couldn't?"

"He has a bad back," She pointed to Dean. "And he just helped me." She looked at Sam "I was just looking it over."

What's your name and who are these men?"

"Bess Boguardi and these are my brothers," All eyes snapped to her.

"Were not really-" Dean started to object.

"Long lost Half-Brothers. Chris and Flint." The cop shined his light in their eyes.

"Can I see some ID?" She pulled a small card out of her bra. "Elizabeth Scarlet Boguardi…Age 21…Birth Date June 6, 1985…Birth Place Atlanta, Georgia…Height 5'10…Hair Brown…Eyes Brown…Race Afro-American/Italian?..." He looked from the ID to her. "Sorry for the trouble, Miss Boguardi." She flashed a smile. He handed her the ID.

"No problem, Officer. Have a safe drive." He got in his cruiser and drove away.

"Bess Boguardi?" Sam said.

"Twenty-one? It had to be fake." Dean said.

"But how come he didn't see it."

"Because it was real…enough." She said with a shrug. They gave her a questioning look. "The License Bureau will believe if you have a fake birth certificate."

"Well you're a class act, Cyn." They got in the car.

"How old are you for real?" Sam asked.

"Nineteen. And I'm from Louisiana, not ATL. I am half Black half Italian. And I'm 5'11-ish not 5'10."

"Aren't you a smart little thing?" Dean said pulling out of the parking lot.

"Can we change the radio? I like Duran Duran as much as the next girl, but can we here something other than classic rock?"

"It broken." Dean said flatly.

"Please try?"

"Fine."

Click

"If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get wit my friends…"

"Too Euro Trash."

Click

"Cuz it's a Bittersweet Symphony this life, tryna make ends meet, you're a slave to money then you die-ie…"

"Too depressing."

Click

"And The Reason is yooooooooooooooooooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, and The Reason is yooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuu…"

"Too played out."

Click

"I needa Soldier that ain't scared to stand up for me, knowna carry big things if you know what I mean…"

"God no."

Click

"We were in love before but now it's so much more, cuz when I kiss your lips I can't explain…"

"Wait I love this song don't change it."

"It's not too old for you?"

"No-pe. What I feel in my heart for you,"

"Dean, if we ignore her she might go to sleep."

"I don't know what I'd do, baby if lost you, Cuz I've been without you and I know how it feels and I can't be alone anymore."

"Fine."

"I know it's More Than Love, baby, I can feel it, when I'm close to you, I know it's More Than Love, baby, it's you,"

"This is damn annoying."

"Maybe my words don't explain, why I'm feeling this way,"

"But she not to bad is she?"

"No. But this is still gonna be a long ride."