Dean's POV. AC/DC's Highway to hell. Such a good song :)

She's alive I thought, feeling relieved. She smelled of shampoo and sand this time. I was relishing in the moment when it was interrupted by,

"Aw geek love."

Pulling away, Julia looked annoyed. Looking at the owners voice she smirked at me, eyes dancing.

"Everyone, this is my cousin, Amy. Amy this is Dean." her smile grew bigger and I shifted uncomfortably. "Sam, and John.

Amy gave a nod to John, and a shy smile to Sam. On the other hand, Julia was looking at us all up and down.

"Well, now that everyone knows each other, you guys checking out?" asked Amy.

Sam laughed. "Yeah."

"We're heading to the junkyard to pick up my car." I said to Amy.

"You going to walk there, pretty boy?"

Smart asses must run in the family, I thought, thinking of the time when Julia first came.

"Smart ass, huh?" Amy said, folding her arms. "Takes one to know one, bitch."

I could feel the color drain from my face. Oh great, another Missouri.

"Amy!" Julia said, glaring at her.

"What? Fair play if you ask me."

"Enough." Dad said, glaring at us. "We need to get moving."

We all started on our way to the elevators. The doors oped to one and we all got in. The whole way down to the first floor was an awkward silence. I shifted uncomfortably at the thought of Amy reading my mind. I wonder if she's like Sam?

The elevator stopped and we climbed out.

I looked around the corner to see a woman at the front desk. Amy came up beside me.

"I'll distract her, so you guys can make a break for it." she said.

Amy walked over to the opposite side of the desk so the woman had to turn to look at her, and not see us walking out the doors behind her.

"Hi!" I could hear Amy begin. "I was wondering if you could tell me where the junkyard is that's holding my cousin Dean's car..."

We slipped through the front doors unnoticed.

"She's my cousin?" I asked Julia.

"She just said that to get us in." she said, smiling.

"Did she tell them you were my cousin, too?" I asked laughing.

Living easy, living free
Season ticket on a one-way ride

Julia began to blush. She almost looked nervous.

"Well..." she began, but stopped.

Just then, Amy came through the doors holding a piece of paper.

"I got the address." she said, walking past us.

Asking nothing, leave me be
Taking everything in my stride
Don't need reason, don't need rhyme

We followed her through the parking lot until she finally stopped.

"So...where's your ride?" I asked.

"Right in front of you." She said pointing to a sleek black motorcycle.

She sat down on the bike and pulled out a key.

Ain't nothing I would rather do
Going down, party time
My friends are gonna be there too

"So who's comin'?" she asked.

"If you take Dean he can drive his car back and pick us up." Julia said.

"I'm not sitting in the back." I said angrily.

I'm on the highway to hell

"Well, you're not sitting in the front," Amy said throwing me a helmet. "Now hop on, little mama."

No stop signs, speed limit
Nobody's gonna slow me down
Like a wheel, gonna spin it
Nobody's gonna mess me round
Hey Satan, payin' my dues
Playing in a rocking band
Hey Momma, look at me
I'm on my way to the promised land

I'm on the highway to hell
(Don't stop me)

And I'm going down, all the way down
I'm on the highway to hell