Millie woke to Dean shaking her by the shoulder, "Hey, Millie-Kat, rise and shine. Come on, get ready. It's time to go." She slowly blinked at him a few times, taking in his green eyes before moving to get up. He walked across the room, picking up stuff as he went. She rolled over and placed her feet on the floor. Her face turned pale as she took in a shaky breath. Dean looked over at her as he shoved the rest of his dirty clothes into a brown leather bag, "You okay?" His eyebrows came together in concern as she shook her head, "No…rolling over was a bad idea." She covered her mouth and ran for the bathroom. Sam dodged out of the way as he came out from brushing his teeth. He shook his head as he looked over at his brother. The two of them winced as they listened to their friend heave up last nights' party. Sam walked in with her bag of toiletries and a change of clothes. He knelt down beside her, rubbing a hand along her back, "Brings back memories. Doesn't it?" She chuckled faintly remembering the first time she had consumed alcohol, "Shut up." He sighed and stood, "I'll just leave so you can get cleaned up." She waved at him limply, waiting for the door to shut before stripping herself naked and taking a shower. The cool water helped to sober her but what she really wanted was greasy food. Quickly she dressed and repacked her toothbrush and things.
When she came out of the motel room, Dean was already transferring her stuff from her car into his. She shielded her eyes from the sun as she approached, "Thanks, you didn't have to do that." He smirked as he threw the last bag in, "With you in your condition? Yes, I did." She playfully punched his arm, "Jerk face." He laughed as he shut the trunk. Sam came walking out of the main office, "Alright, we're good to go." He slapped the receipt into Dean's hand before getting in. Millie followed suit, laying down in the back seat, "Food!?" Dean nodded, "McD's it is." She thrust her hand into the air, "Woo! I want an extra hash brown and orange juice." Dean chuckled as he pulled up and placed their orders, "Anything else, Princess?" She rolled her eyes, "Nope." Sam turned to look back at her, "Don't forget to call that friend about your car." She nodded, sitting up as the smell of food came in through the open window. She pulled her phone out of her back pocket and rang up Garth, "Hey Millie, how are you?" She smiled, "Hi, Garth. I'm okay, a little too much drinking last night." He chuckled as she continued, "So, I'm travelling with Dean and Sam for a bit. I had to leave my car in Palo Alto and was wondering if you could haul it up to dads for me." Garth said he would and wished her safe travels before hanging up. Sam handed her food back to her as she tucked the phone back into her pocket, "One extra hash brown and an OJ." He winked and started to eat his own. No one really talked as they ate, which was fine for Millie. Her head was still pounding from the hangover. After she had consumed her orange juice she laid back down, "So where are we going?" Sam took a drink of his coffee, "A place called Blackwater Ridge in, Colorado." She nodded, "Alright, well, I'm sleeping then. Wake me up if you want me to drive." Dean nodded as he turned on some music. Sam sighed and leaned back into his seat, "You let Millie Drive, but not me?" Dean cocked an eyebrow, "She earned the right about two years ago when we went on a hunt together." Sam looked out the window, a vacant expression of his features.
During the night Dean switched places with Millie, he was supposed to be sleeping but the three of the them were engrossed in conversation. After the laughter had died down from a joke Dean had told, Sam looked over at her, "I never did get to say congratulations on getting your degree. I think it's pretty cool." She smiled at him, "Thanks. For what it's worth, I would have liked to have a lawyer friend." He sighed, one of his hands rubbing his thigh, "Yeah…maybe I'll go back one day." Dean spoke up from the back seat, "You know, she did it because of you." Sam grunted, "oh yeah?" Millie sighed and glanced out the side window before returning her eyes to road ahead of them. "Yeah, actually. It made since to try to have something normal to fall back on…like dad too, you know. So, I am a substitute history teacher on the side." Sam gave her a half smile, "Well, I'm sure the students are lucky when their teachers are sick." Millie laughed, "Yeah, thanks." Dean rested his arms on the seat, placing his chin down on them. He sighed, "What are we listening too?" Millie smirked at him through the rear-view, "The Wombats. They are one of my favorites." He nodded, "They're…not terrible." She rolled her eyes, "That's good." He sighed and leaned back, "I'm going to sleep now." The other two nodded. The next day passed just as the day before. Sleeping, eating and driving. Soon Blackwater Ridge was only a few hours away, "Thank the Lord," Millie shouted as she saw the sign. Dean winked at her, "Getting tired of me already?" She pursed her lips, "Not you, just your smell." They laughed a bit.
Sam woke up, jumping slightly. Dean looked over at him, worried, "You okay?" He sighed as he stretched, "Yeah, I'm fine." Dean didn't ridicule him for the obvious lie, "Another Nightmare?" Sam began to fidget around, not wanting to talk about it. Dean nodded, pursing his lips a bit, "Want to drive for a while?" Sam scoffed, "Dean, in your whole life, you never once asked me that." Dean looked back out at the road, "Just thought you might want to, since you were jealous of Millie and all. Never mind." He looked down at the dash, "Look, man. You're worried about me and I get it. Thank you but I'm perfectly okay." Dean licked his lips, "Mhmm." Millie placed her hand on his shoulder giving it a squeeze. Sam nods a thank you to her, "Alright, where are we?" Millie popped a few M & M's into her mouth, "Grand Junction, just about another hour and half to go." Sam sighed as he looked at the map, "You know what? Maybe we shouldn't have left Stanford so soon." Millie looked between the two of them, "I thought you two looked and couldn't find anything?" Dean nodded, "We looked for the whole week, waiting for you to get there. Sam, if you want to find the thing that killed Jessica…" Sam finished the thought, "We have to find dad first." It was silent for a minute as he breathed dejectedly. Dean spoke, "With dad disappearing, Mills' mom warning us, and that thing showing up again after 20 years? It's no coincidence. Dad will have answers. He'll know what to do." Sam looked at the map intensely, "It's weird, these coordinates he left us, this Blackwater Ridge…" Millie scooted closer to the front seat to hear better, "Yeah? What about it?" He looked over his shoulder, "There's nothing there. It's just woods." He brought the map down to lap, "Why is he sending us to the middle of nowhere?" The three exchanged glances. Millie shrugged, "Won't know until we get there."