The next morning, she woke up and took a shower before heading downstairs with her suitcases; already packed from the previous trip. Bobby was in the kitchen, eating breakfast. She walked over and poured herself a cup of coffee. She made a bowl of cereal as it cooled, "Dad, are you going be okay with me gone? I have no idea how long it's going to take us to find Uncle John." He nodded, taking a sip of coffee, "I'll be alright. Just make sure to keep in touch. If I don't hear from you at least once a week, then I'll worry." Millie giggled as she sat down and ate breakfast, "Alright, but if you need me to come home for any reason at all, you let me know. Don't try to do anything by yourself that you can't." Bobby tossed his head back with a sigh and then looked over at her, "Little girl, I've been hunting these things longer than you've been alive. I'll call only in the direst of consequences." They both gave each other the look and then chuckled a bit. Millie drank her coffee and then stood up, "Well, I best get going." Bobby walked with her out to the car, "You be careful, Mills. I'll look around for information on the gate and let you know if I find anything." She nodded giving him a hug, "I will daddy. Call you when I get there!" She smiled as he kissed her forehead and closed the door for her. He stood waving bye until she pulled out of the driveway.
The three-day drive left her stir crazy, only stopping when she absolutely had too. As she neared the town she sent Dean a text to which he replied quickly with the address of the motel. Driving slowly through town she eventually arrived. She spotted baby parked at the far end and pulled up beside it. As she clamored out of the car, a door near her opened and Dean walked out. He approached with a giant smile, "Millie!" He pulled her into a hug which she returned, "Damn, it's been way to long since I've seen you." She smirked at him as she placed a hand on her hip, "Almost 7 months." Dean rubbed the back of his neck, looking down at the ground, "Like I said…way too long." Sam stood in the doorway watching the two of them. He waved slightly when she noticed him, her smile falling. Millie walked over to him and gave him a hug, "I am so, so sorry Sam." He took in a deep breath and kissed the top of her head, "Thanks, Millie." Sam turned and led the way back into the room.
Dean closed the door as he came in, "So, what's up? What did you need to talk about?" He grabbed a few beers and brought them over for everyone. Sam opened Millie's and handed it to her, "Yeah, Dean said you made it sound bad." Taking in a deep breath she began, "Well, I went to a friend's house for bit and on my way out, he turned out to be possessed." Dean rose one of his eyebrows, "He?" She ignored him, a slight blush creeping across her face, "The demon told me he had a message from my mother…" She looked down at the beer bottle before taking a long swig of it. Sam looked at her expectantly, "And? What was the message?" Millie gulped as she looked back up to the two men that she loved, "That when the Gate is opened; she's going to enjoy dragging the Winchesters to Hell." Sam leaned back into the couch as he looked over at Dean, "Well…that is actually not what I was thinking you were going to say. Not. Even. Close." Dean jerked his head to one side as he took a long drink, "Me either…I was expecting, maybe an I'm pregnant and the guy is a douche." Millie glared at him, "What the…I am very responsible when it comes to sex. Thank you very much." Dean smirked, "You slept with a possessed man. How is that responsible?" Sam backed him up, tilting his head at you, "He's got you there…" She shook her head in disbelief. She stood waving at the them, "And you two have a demon who is planning on dragging you into the fiery pits of hell. How is that not more important than me sleeping with someone who happened to be possessed since the last time I saw him?" They all sighed at the same time. She sat back down taking another drink. Sam looked over at her, "It's not…thanks for telling us. What did they mean by 'the gate.'"
Millie looked back at him, "We don't know. Dad is digging around to see if he can find anything. In the meantime, he wants me to help you two find Uncle John. Whatever he's doing may be connected somehow." Dean crossed his arms over his chest and sunk down into the chair, "We don't know how long it's going to take to find him. IF, we find him. Is Bobby okay with you being out that long?" She nodded, "I asked him the same thing before I left. He told me to stay in touch. I get the feeling that maybe he knows something." Sam nodded, "Wouldn't be the first time he's kept a secret for dad." They all scoffed and took a drink. Millie put her feet up on the table in front of her, "Find anything to help hunt down whatever it is?" Sam jaw clenched, "Nothing." She took in a quick breath, "Sorry…" Dean sighed, slapping the couch, "Well, I'm hungry. Let's get dinner." The three of them made their way out to the cars. Sam smiled a little as he looked at Millie's, "What are you going to do with your car?" She hopped in the backseat of baby before answering, "I'm going to call a friend and have him tow it back to his place." Dean grinned at her through the rearview, "Somebody sure has a lot of male friends." She rolled her eyes, "This is really a friend. He's another hunter and no, I haven't slept with him." Dean laughed as he drove into town, "If you say so, Millie-Kat."
Dean parked the car close to the front door of a local diner. Sam got out and Millie followed, "Smells delicious." Dean opened the door and let the other two enter first. The waitress walked up and immediately started flirting with Dean. Millie rolled her eyes and Sam shook his head as they were taken to a booth. The brunette flashed a smile towards Dean, "What can I get you all to drink?" Millie looked up at her, "I'll have a water, with lemon." Sam asked for a water as well, while Dean got a coke. He looked around at the two of them after she left, "We'll go to the bar afterward. First night back together as the three musketeers…got to celebrate!" She smirked looking over at Sam, "Are you okay with going out tonight?" He nodded in agreement, "Actually I could probably use it." Dean smiled uncontrollably, "Awesome! Technically, this is our first night out with Mills, we're she's really legal." Sam smiled, "Well, for you…remember I saw her on Halloween. How did that hunt go by the way?" Heat reached her cheeks as she recalled that night, "Well, I got my prey. Let's leave it at that." Dean gave a disgruntled look, "I bet she didn't get drunk though." Millie laughed, "No, of course not. I was on the job." He sat up straight, "Then tonight, we get to see a drunk Millie." Sam rolled his eyes, "Only if she wants too. Don't force her to be like you Dean."
She sat back in her spot, listening to the two argue over which bar to go too. The waitress finally came back with the drinks and took everyone's food order. Dean's arm was wrapped around Millie's shoulder as she gave her order, "I'll have the chicken salad. Dressing on the side, please." The waitress smiled to herself and left after Sam's order. Dean scoffed at the two of them, "Salads…what is wrong with you people?" Millie laughed, "I've been in the car for three days. I need a salad." Sam nodded, "Same…except I just ate whatever because I'm mourning." Dean shrugged his shoulders as the food came out. The waitress sat your salad down first and then Sam's. Dean's burger came out last and the waitress smiled sweetly, handing him a piece of paper, "Here's my number if you want to meet up after I get off work tonight." Dean eyed her as she walked away and Millie slapped his arm, "Behave." He gave a fake hurt expression and then dug into his meal.
Afterwards he stuffed the napkin in his shirt pocket and drove the trio to a bar called, 'Whistletop's.' The name made Millie smile and the first thing she ordered was the house special. The bartender smirked at her as she took it from him, "Thanks." He winked at her, "No problem, beautiful." She bit her lip to keep from smiling because he was indeed attractive and walked over to her friends who were setting up a pool table. She gave them a go to hell look, "Really, pool? I suck at this game…" Sam leaned against the side of the table, his arms crossing his chest, "I doubt that. We taught you how to play." Dean nodded to a group of guys who were being really loud, "Let's play a little game of hustle or nothing." She looked down at her feet, "Fine." Dean walked over to the group and asked if they wanted to play. They looked over and smiled, nodding to whatever he had said. Millie turned to Sam and gave him a smile, "So, when are we leaving?" He shrugged looking down at her, his eyes held sadness in them, "Most likely tomorrow afternoon." She had to keep herself from reaching up and stroking his cheek, "Oh, okay. I need to buy a room when we get back." Sam gave her a quizzical look as Dean and the group walked over, "Why? One of us will just sleep on the couch. You can have the other bed." She objected with a head shake and he placed a hand on her shoulder, "Mills, seriously. Don't waste the money. Either one of us will gladly give up our bed for you." Hesitantly she agreed, "Alright. Since you insist." He chuckled, introducing himself to the three new guys. After several rounds of her pretending to be bad, Dean upped the bet and the guys took the bait. It didn't take long for them to be wiped out of cash and Millie had another drink.
Two hours later both Sam and Dean were laughing at how difficult it was for her to walk straight as they made their way to the car. Eventually they took pity and wrapped their arms around her waist, Dean speaking softly, "Hold on, Mills. You're about crash onto the cement." She hiccupped, "Thanks, I can't see anything right now." Sam shook his head, "How much did you drink?" She giggled as they tried to help her into the back seat, "A lot." Her head hit the seat behind her as the car began to move, "Oh my…I'm gonna feel like shit tomorrow." The guys chuckled, Dean was drunk too, but not near as much as she was. Sam was still pretty sober and thought the whole thing was hilarious. Her legs gave out as she pushed herself from inside the car. Sam picked her up and carried her to the door. Dean fumbled with the keys, finally finding the motel one and unlocked the door. He waited for the others to enter before closing and locking it back up. Sam sat her on the bed, pulling the sheets down to put her under them, "Do you want to change or anything?" Millie nodded, "Yeah, but no looking! Perverts." Sam rolled his eyes as he grabbed the keys to her car and went out to get her stuff. He dug through the contents until he found something suitable for nightwear, "Here. Don't be afraid to ask for help." He turned around and saw Dean sipping on a beer from the fridge. The two looked off towards the other part of the room, trying to be polite and not watch her change.
Millie let out a sigh, "I need help…" Sam turned around to look, she had gotten her shirt changed but her tennis shoes and pants were still on, "What do you want me to do?" She flopped backwards, "I can't get them off. My arms are moving to weird." He chuckled, Dean coming over to help as well. Together the two of them removed both shoes and her pants. Sam quickly covered her up, "There. All better?" Millie nodded, looking up at them, "Thanks guys. I love you two, so much." Her eyes drifted close and soon she was fast asleep. Sam ran a hand through his hair, "She's is going to feel terrible tomorrow." Dean nodded as he finished his beer, "But it's nice to see her unwind. She's normally so nervous around other people." Sam sighed as he looked down at her sleeping form, "True. She's changed a lot though. I mean, since I lived at home." Dean stuck his hand out, "For the bed." The two played rock paper scissors and Dean lost. He tsked and flopped down on the couch, "Whatever…she still seems like the same old Millie to me. She's just grown up a bit." Sam shrugged and crawled into the second bed, "Oh well, get some sleep Dean." Dean mumbled something and then soft snoring could be heard from across the room. Sam sighed, thinking about Jessica before he drifted off.