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Chapter 9

Really?

Victoria Doyle looked over at her passenger. "You're too big for this car."

Sam looked over at her and shrugged. "I'm not even quite sure how this happened."

She knew how it happened. They were leaving the bunker and at first Dean suggested they all ride in the Impala. Victoria read Cas's mind and figured out he never got to ride shotgun, so she suggested they take two cars and Castiel could ride shotgun with her. Well, then Dean decided that Cas could ride shotgun with him and Sam could ride with her. Life was much easier with one Angel and only humans to save, not contend with.

"Your head is almost touching the roof."

"I'm sorry?"

"How did you make an apology interrogative?"

"Are you impressed?"

"Mildly."

Sam smiled. Sam was one of those people who liked to be liked, by humans that is. He couldn't have cared any less what other species thought of him. In fact, he hoped they were scared. He loved people, and he wanted them to love him back. He enjoyed saving them, helping humans go on. He took solace in knowing people were alive because he helped them. It's what helped him to get out of bed in the morning.

Victoria went over in her head the occurrences of the last twenty four hours. She had met an Angel who came with two hunters. She needed the Angel, but didn't want the two hunters. Not full time at least. However, she could tell it was a package deal. She couldn't have one without all three. She couldn't fathom how codependent they all were.

She preferred state highways over interstates. She thought they were more intriguing. She programmed her GPS to follow her whim. The highway was flat, monotonous.

Sam couldn't handle the silence anymore. "Where do you keep all your gear?"

She didn't enjoy being interrupted while she was thinking, even if what she was thinking about was not of import. "My what?"

"Your gear? Guns, knives, salt?"

"I don't require them."

Sam pressed his lips together and nodded slightly. "Right."

Sam opened the glove box to look at her cassettes.

"What are you doing?"

"Looking for Music?"

"You just opened up my glove box without permission and go rummaging for tapes?"

"Yes."

"What if there had been personal items in there?"

"I would've closed it. But I figured you had tapes in here."

She didn't like the tall, astute one's attitude towards permission. Granted, she had the same outlook, but she didn't like it on others.

Sam looked though her tapes carefully. The Eagles, Hank Williams, Don Williams, Journey, The Beatles, The Hollies.

"You have eclectic taste in music."

He was going to make her converse. She figured she might as well run with it. "Yes, I do. I think that limiting oneself to one particular type of music is artistically confining. There are so many wonderful artists and songs, they should all be given a chance."

Sam put The Eagles tape in the player. "Take it Easy" began to play. Sam turned the volume down a bit, so they could hear each other.

"Do you like hunting?"

Victoria rolled her eyes in her head. Is wasn't that she didn't enjoy people's company from time to time, she just preferred it when it was on her terms. She thought she might have to compromise. The idea made her shudder.

"I suppose I do, yes. I didn't really choose it though. I wanted to be a scientist. I have a degree in Chemistry with minors in Biology and Sociology."

"Sociology?"

"I tried to understand people. It didn't work."

Sam laughed lightly.

"You seem to excel at it. Talking with people."

Sam couldn't discern if she was being sarcastic or not.

"Really?"

"Yesterday with the witness, you showed what appeared to be genuine concern. I noticed, which makes it important, I don't normally pay attention to people's emotions. I just do my job, then go on."

"Doesn't that get lonely? I mean wouldn't you like to be with someone else? Maybe a guy, or girl?" Sam became instantly embarrassed and tried to backtrack, "Not that you're, or not, I mean it's okay, whatever, it's all okay, I…."

Victoria smiled, "Don't hurt yourself Sam, I know it's okay."

"So you are a…"

"Sam, I've known you for thirty hours now. I think that you are a nice, somewhat intelligent, abnormally tall man. However, I am not going to divulge details to you about my personal life. That is not who I am. I have had working relationships with people for five or six years and they know nothing of my personal life. To be frank, your knowing my taste in music is the closest I've been to anyone in a good length of time."

"So the lonely thing?"

"I enjoy my own company. I'm always the smartest one in the room."

"I think you would be anyway."

Victoria nodded. "Probably."

She heard something then and quickly shut off the radio. She pulled over to the side of the highway with the Chevy right behind.

"Not that I do not enjoy riding shotgun Dean, but I do not understand why you did not want me to ride with Victoria. We have a lot of things to discuss."

Dean ran his hand along his chin.

"I don't know Cas, I don't think I trust her yet."

"You ate her pie. Well, half the pie, the other half is in the backseat."

Dean perked up and smiled, "Oh yeah!"

"She can bake Cas, she does have that going for her, but she could end you."

"She could end all of us, she is one of The Chosen."

"Yeah, why didn't you mention that before?"

"I told you, I didn't think we would ever come across one."

"You can't sense them? Where they are?"

"No, angels and demons can only tell what they are when they are in front of us. The only ones who can sense them are the Guardians, and they are sworn to secrecy. They are the most trusted of angels."

"They can't be hacked?"

"No, that would be impossible."

Dean took a moment before he spoke again. He thought over the last eight years and how difficult they were for all three of them.

"She could've helped us with so many things, Cas. The apocalypse, Leviathans, you when you were hacked, Crowley, Metatron, Amara, everything."

Cas looked down at his hands. "Are you envious?"

Dean looked at his friend accusingly, "Of what?"

"Her distance."

"Yeah, I guess a little. I mean, she has all these abilities, and she what, hunts vampires? She should have been saving the world while we were out hunting vamps."

"I see your point Dean, and I can see why you may not immediately trust her. However, trust me."

Dean looked at Cas and halfway smiled. "Yeah."

Dean noticed the Mustang pulling over to the side of the old state highway.

"What the hell?'