I opened my eyes to see I was in a strange motel room and a man I didn't know was sitting in the chair next to the bed. Oh
shit. I jumped out of the bed, ready to fight. I was grabbed from behind and whirled around to see Samantha. I was SO
relieved to see her. "Samantha," I kept my voice calm and even, "Where the hell am I?" She grinned. "You're at the hotel." If
I'm here then where is... "Where's my baby?!?!" The guy over in the chair looked confused. I think his name is... um...
Dean? "Where's my baby?" I repeated. Samantha held out her arm, which I gladly grabbed on to as she led me outside.
There, right in front of the door, was my baby. A navy blue '67 Chevy Impala. And right next to it was a... black '67 Impala.
Weird. I looked up at my sister. "Is it just me or are there two of them?" She laughed. "No, there's two. Dean and Sam drive
the black one." The past day's events flooded back to me. Dean and Sam, the wendigo, the second car. Dean walked out of
the room behind us. I turned to him, and he gave me a nervous grin. "Thanks for, um, saving my brother's life and all." I gave
him my best grin, the one that made almost any guy melt. He shot me the same grin back. Shit, I better hold on to
Samantha. I changed my mind though and walked over to the car. On the driver's side door there was a small scratch.
"Samantha, why is there a scratch on my car?" She looked away sheepishly. "Samantha." I said warningly. "I kinda, sorta,
got distraced driving and, I, um, hit a tiny branch." What distracted her? "What distracted you anyway?" She blushed
deeply. "Was it Sam?" She jumped. "NO! I, um, well, it was, um, I wa-" I clamped my hand over her mouth. "Shut up before
you say you made out in my baby or something." I said jokingly. She went an even deeper shade of red. She didn't. As if
hearing my thoughts, she nodded. "I'm gonna kill you!" I shouted at her. "After I kill Sam!" Said dead man was walking
towards our room now. Dean had ran back out when I had yelled. Good. Now he can kill Sam after I do. "YOU!" I shouted,
pointing at Sam. "What?" He said guiltily. "You made out with my baby sister. IN MY CAR!" I started chasing him, and Dean
was standing over at the door laughing. "Sa-" I stopped and turned to Dean. "What's his full name?" I asked. He walke over and whispered in
my ear, his breath tickling my neck. I started chasing Sam aroung again, but this time I had a tennis racket I got out of my
car. "SAMUEL FRANCIS WINCHESTER!!!!!!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Samantha was bright red, and Sam was
running around the parking lot, weaving through cars to get away from me. There was quite a crowd watching us now. Some
were laughing, some were cheering, some were just staring. "Get back here and let me beat the shit out of you before I go
kill my sister!" At some point someone must have took my threats seriously, because a patrol car pulled in between the path
of me and Sam. The officer got out and walked up to me. "Could you put the racket down please?" He asked. I nodded and
dropped the racket on the ground. "Now why were you threatening to kill this young man?" He questioned, pointing at Sam.
"Oh, Officer," I started politely, "I wasn't going to kill him. I was just gonna beat the crap out of him cause he was making out
with my baby sister." The officer looked confused. "Samantha!" I shouted. She walked over obediantly. "Yes Deanna?" She
asked. "Please explain to the good man why I was threatening Sam and you." She gulped but nodded. "I borrowed her, um,
car and scratched it parking on the, um, side of the road, um, so I could, um, I could make out with, um, Sam." The officer
nodded and turned to me. "Were you going to actually harm this young man? Or your sister?" I shook my head. "Not
physically sir. But being a big sister, I do know how to embarrass the living daylights outta her." I smiled sweetly. He smiled
knowingly. "Keep up the good sistering." He said. He then handed me a slip of paper. "Call me later. You seem like you
could take my extreme manliness." He then pulled off. I waited till he was out of site before shouting "EW!" and stalking off
towards the men's restroom. "I'l give him extreme manliness!" I shouted before walking straight into the men's restroom. A
man standing at the sink gave me a funny look. "What?" I asked. "Never seen a gay man in drag before?" He ran out,
looking green. I took out a big black sharpie and wrote on the wall "Want hookers? Call Bob (officer's name) at 732-293-7427
Then I walked out of the bathroom with a smug look on my face before walking into my motel room. Samantha, Sam, and
Dean came in behind me, Samantha holding my tennis racket. I took it from her and hit each of them over the head once.
"What was that for?" They all asked at the same time. Creepy much? "You scratched my car, you made out with my sister,
you were checking me out." I said to Samantha, Sam, and Dean respectively, turning to each of them as I said it. "So," I
said, "maybe we should travel together for awhile. We made a pretty good team last night." Everyone nodded in agreement.
"If you can keep your hands off my sister!" I said accusingly to Sam. Dean laughed. "Sam can't keep away from the ladies."
Sam glared daggers at Dean. I decided to get back at him. "Really? I saw you as the overbearing man-whore." He looked
totally shocked. Samantha and Sam were both laughing at him. "It was a joke Blondie." I said through the laughter. He rolled
his eyes as they went to pack up. "See you in ten!" I shouted. Samantha had already started paking her stuff. Messily I
might add.