AUTHOR'S NOTE: I will probably not upload a new chapter for this for a while because I have two other stories going right now, but I wanted to get this up and going because it's been floating around in my mind. So please don't hate me if there's not a new chapter for a month or so, I will post eventually I promise!

"Rise and shine Sammy. We've got a case to work on here!" I watched Sam jump out of bed into a standing position in one fell swoop, arms bent and fists curled out of habit. "Easy there tiger, it's just me. Come on, let's get moving."

Her eyes blinked and she looked at me, finally more awake. She reached up and brushed her bangs from her face, sighing, shoulders slouching. "Dee, it's so freaking early, do we have to leave for Michigan right this very second?"

"The early hunter gets the demon Sammy, and we're the early hunters."

I sat on the pull-out couch and started digging through my bag for a clean tank top. Not finding one I grabbed the least stained one I could see and pulled it over my head, simultaneously slipping my tee shirt off. Across the room Sam was sitting on the foot of the bed pulling a comb through her hair. Satisfied that it was de-knotted she swept it back into a messy bun and pinned her bangs back. She glanced over at me, "Do you want me to French braid your hair, we have time..."

I pulled my socks on, "Sammy, what's the point? Who am I trying to impress?"

She rolled her eyes and got up, stepping into a pair of worn out jeans. "You are so self-deprecating it isn't even funny Deanna. I was just asking to be nice; you could just say no thank you."

Realizing I had hurt her feelings I tossed her my hairbrush, "Fine have at it, but like I said there's no point."

She wrinkled her nose at me and stuck her tongue out. Coming over to the side of the pull-out she commanded me to turn so my back was to her.

"So what's the deal in Michigan? I thought we ganked the demon yesterday, did Bobbi get a tip that we might have gotten hijinxed or something?"

"Nah, something even better. Apparently whatever we killed yesterday was a head member of some clan. They've been running home in swarms since then, we've got them right where we want em'."

"Great, so we go and rig an exorcism on some sort of loudspeaker, we can get them in droves if they're all in the same building." She patted me on the shoulder, "All set. Hey, can we stop and get breakfast? I'm starving."

I reached up and felt Sam's handy work, impressed that she had a knack for getting my hair to stay tightly braided even though it was fine and usually slipped out of an elastic. "Yeah of course, there's bound to be a diner on the way."

She nodded, putting my brush back in my bag and zipping it closed. "You ready to go?"

"Ready when you are."

She smiled, "Can I drive?"

I slung my bag over my shoulder and headed out the door, "Not a chance."