"what is with you two and pie?" Sam asked with a laugh as we left the McDonald's. I told dean they had the fastest and best apple pies. And sure enough we left with ten apple pies, and a coffee each. Dean beat me to the bag and grabbed a pie. In return I snatched the bag and grabbed a pie too. Sam scoffed at our childish act. I looked at him and stuck my tung out before falling into the back seat, pie in hand.

"so how do we get to Elizabeth city?" dean asked taking his spot behind the wheel.

"we need to get to 17 or i-64 east. Thats all I know, I know how to get from Delaware to Elizabeth city and visa-versa, but I have no clue from west to east." I admitted. Sam had already pulled out his laptop, and looked up map quest.

"how come you knew how to get from Delaware to north Carolina? Thought Elizabeth city was your hometown?" dean asked through a mouthful of pie.

"i was born in Delaware, I moved when my dad moved..." I admitted. I was hoping he wouldn't pry any more. I didn't want to talk about my family. And I guess Sam knew this too. He gave dean a look and dean shoved the rest of his pie in his mouth.

I sat back and thought about the girl we were about to hunt... it wasn't her fault she became like this. But I guess that is how it always was with this world. No one asks to become a vampire, or a werewolf, or any kind of evil here. Not like in the romantic movies I loved so much... it was more of a horrific tale of blood everywhere we went here. And I drifted off to sleep worrying about this world, and the girl we had to stop... the girl who had the same name as my little sister...

my little sister was in my arms and I was singing to her... the song from les mis, "castle on a cloud". I didn't want to know where we were, even though I already knew. It was our fathers funeral. He was taken by his bad heart, and we were left to suffer in each others arms. But jenny was worse off then me. Being so young, and I couldn't keep her with me. This would be the last time I see her... a sad, and morbid way to say goodbye, at a funeral... and I woke up when the car stopped.

My face wasn't wet with tears this time. I was almost happy that I saw her again, even though it was a terrible way for it to happen... I sat up and stared out the window, dean was inside the motel office and Sam was outside the car. I rubbed my eyes and got out.

"where are we?" I asked, I knew we couldn't of made it there already...

"west Virginia. We'll leave again in the morning, and hopefully make it there by midnight tomorrow." Sam replied..

"mmkay... guess I get the floor again..." I said turning to the trunk.

"you can have my bed, I'll sleep on the floor." Sam offered, I smiled at him and shook my head.

"no, but you can share, as long as you don't get frisky." I offered back. Sam turned about five shades of red. Partly from the way I stated my offer, and partly because dean would not leave him alone if I shared a bed with him.

"breath Sam, I don't bite, you can share a bed with me. Besides, it's you or dean, and I am pretty sure dean would try and hump my leg in the middle of the night if I shared with him." I laughed giving Sam playful shove. He smiled at me.

"alright, but don't hog the covers." he replied shoving back.

"me??? your the one who's ten feet tall sasquash!" I scoffed. I guess Sam found my shortness funny cause the next word out of his mouth stopped me dead...

"pygmy." and I jumped up and whacked him on the back of the head. He ducked and laughed that I had to jump up to hit him. He grabbed me around the middle and lifted me about four feet in the air tossing over his shoulder like a rag-doll.

"um, okay? What are you two doing?" dean asked, a wide grin on his face. Sam put me back down and I straightened my twisted shirt.

"what can't people have fun. Jeez..." I said to him going back to the trunk and waiting for him to open it. Once it was open I grabbed my bag and waited to follow the guys to our room.

Sadly enough it was a small room this time. With dingy sheets, and dark walls. One of the creepy ones.

"dude we are so sharing that bed, if I sleep on the floor a cockroach might carry me away in my sleep..." I said with disgust.

"i am right there with you on that one, hell there might be a cockroach big enough to carry me away." sam replied.

"well, sorry ladies it was the only place open. So tuck in and don't let the bed bugs bite." dean said to us taking some clothes and heading to the bathroom.

"oh, now thats just wrong..." we heard him say after he closed the door. Sam looked at me and me at him, and we both laughed. It was hard not to. Dean could be such a drama queen...

I headed over to the bed and plopped down, the bed sinking beneath me and making a squeaking noise. Sam started changing and all I did was kick off my shoes and pants, leaving me in my panties and t-shirt. I laid down on top of the covers. Literally afraid to be beneath them. God only knows what was on the sheets here. I curled up on my side and waited for the other side to sink under Sam. He laid down next to me. And for the first time since I arrived I fell into a peaceful sleep, no dreaming included...

the next morning I woke up with Sam's arm around my waist and dean hovering like a perv. I sat bolt up right, flinging Sam's arm away. Sam woke up and looked around, startled.

"god dean, what the hell? That is seriously creepy!!!" I bitched at him.

"i ain't the one who is cuddling with my brother. Now thats creepy." dean retorted

"not s creepy as it would be for me to be cuddling with you..." I mumbled just loud enough for him to hear. He just smiled and shook his head. I got up and went and took a shower. Once clean and dressed I followed the guys to the car. Dean detoured to the office to check out. Soon after we were on the road again.

This time I stayed awake the whole ride, which was torture do to dean. He was teasing Sam for unconsciously feeling me up. And Sam was spending the whole time denying it ever happened. Once we arrived at the nicer motel, in my town, I jumped out and waited for Sam and dean to get out as well.

I walked over to the trunk leaned against it and waited some more. I was tired and cranky from dean picking at Sam and me the whole ride. I wanted to kick him.

When the guys came back, Sam was red in the face and dean was smiling like an idiot.

"what did you do?" I demanded.

"nothing, just thought you two could use your own room. Sam has the key... goodnight." dean said walking away without his bags. I guessed he was going to a bar later. I turned and saw sam grabbing his bag from the trunk. I grabbed mine too.

"sorry..." I said to him.

"its not your fault, dean's a jerk." Sam replied

"and what does that make you?" I asked

"according to dean, a bitch." Sam sighed closing the trunk.

"well, sweetie, your the pick of the litter then. Didn't you know." I smiled. He laughed at my little joke and led the way to our room. And sure enough Sam had every right to be embarrassed. It was the honey moon suit. And I wanted to not only kick dean, but kill dean.

" I get the big squishy pillow..." I laughed, trying to lighten the mood. Sam just walked in and dropped his bag on the bed. Even worse was it was water bed.

" I vote we both sleep on the floor." I laughed even harder. Sam finally joined in and started laughing too.

"i definitely agree." Sam replied through his laughter. He threw a pillow to me and a through the fluffy red quilt to the floor, with the sheets and the pillows.

"remember, nothing frisky." I reminded him as I lay on the floor facing the wall. I cuddled into the soft quilt and pillows, as Sam lay close behind me. After the fourteen hour car ride, I was exhausted.

"why do you like me?" Sam asked out of the blue...

"cause your you." I replied. And I fell asleep.