A Very Supernatural Road trip Chapter 6

After driving for a while we decided to stop at a motel and continue to Bobby's the next day. There was only one room available so I had to share it with Sam and Dean.

"I call the bed closest to the door" Dean said when we first walked in.

Me and Sam looked at each other and then at the bed. I sighed, and looked up at Sam again. He was too tall to fit on the couch. "Just take the other bed; I'll sleep on the couch, again." I told him, remembering the first night I met them.

Sam shot me an apologetic look, and put his bags by the second bed. Dean was already lying on his bed and flipping through the channels. "What do you guys want to watch?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"What else do you want to do?" Dean replied.

"I don't know, let's go out. To a club or a bar or something." They both looked at me in surprise.

"Didn't we just come from a bar?" Sam asked me.

I rolled my eyes. "Ellen's roadhouse doesn't count, besides it was still daylight when we were there."

"All right." Dean said while turning off the T.V and starting to get up.

"What are you doing?" I asked him, before he reached the door. "At least let me fix my makeup I just killed a clown a few hours ago."

Dean looked at me. "Fine hurry up."

I rolled my eyes and before running into the bathroom. I came out a few minutes later. The conversation in the room stopped when I walked in. "What?" I asked and turned towards the mirror. I hadn't really worn a lot of makeup when I was around them so I wasn't sure if they were just surprised or I messed up my face.

"Nothing you just look…." Dean didn't finish his sentence and continued to look at me.

"Nice." Sam finished for him.

"Nice?" I asked rolling my eyes. "How did you ever get a girlfriend Sammy?"

Dean started laughing. "I ask myself that question everyday." I just walked past them and out the door choosing not to remind Dean that he didn't finish sentence.

When we walked into the bar most of the women there were casting admiring glances at Sam and Dean. In the next second those same woman were sizing me up to see if I was a threat. I ignored them, the same thing use to happen to me, Lauren, and Nicki if we walked into a bar with John, Logan, or Michael.

"What'll you have?" The bartender asked.

"I'll have a beer." I told him. Sam and Dean asked for the same. We sat in silence for a few minutes. Sam and Dean checking out the girls while I checked out the guys. It wasn't a bad place; there were a couple of guys that could at least be labeled "cute". By the time I paid attention to Sam and Dean, Dean was already flirting with two girls. He was talking like he was on a TV show and could get the girls a role in his show. I rolled my eyes and turned to Sam. He was just sitting there, not talking to anyone. I leaned closer to him so he could hear me over the music. "Lighten up Sammy." I glanced at Dean and the two girls he was flirting with. They looked alike, sisters I guessed. "Dean's got two girls. Go make him share."

I got up and walked towards an empty pool table. I looked back at Sam; he was talking to one of the girls. I smiled. Good for him. I looked over at a group of guys playing darts. "Do you mind playing a game of pool?" I called over. They turned around and I blinked a couple of times. For a second I could have sworn that I was looking at Michael, John, and Logan, but after clearing my head I realized it wasn't them. They just had the same hair colors. One had black hair blue eyes and a contagious smile. The other two were blonds one had brown eyes the other had green.

"Sure." The black-haired-blur-eyed-one answered walking over to my table. His friends just looked at each other and shrugged before following him. "Where are you from?"

I raised my eyebrows. "What makes you think I'm not from around here?"

He grinned. "This is a small town. If you were from around here I would have recognized you."

"Really?" I replied watching his friend get ready to shot. "So are the two of you brothers?" I asked, referring to the two blonds.

"Cousins" They replied in unison.

"I'm Ron by the way." The one with blond hair and green eyes answered. "This is Luke." The other blond. "And that's David." The one with black hair and blue eyes.

I nodded. "I'm Cassidy."

Soon after the game ended Ron and Luke went to flirt with some other girls and I stayed talking to David. After a couple of drinks everything David said was funny, and he looked more and more like Michael. "Let's go over to my place." Michael was saying.

"Sure." I replied giggling. Somewhere in the back of my mind I was telling myself that something was wrong. The last time I saw Michael he was driving away in a car. So then this guy must be … Not Michael. David. Shit I'm an idiot. "I… I mean no." I tried to get up. "I've got to go."

David grabbed my arm. "Come on at least let me drive you home." Drive me home my ass. I thought. I can't believe I let myself get drunk. I didn't even mean to talk to him this long.

"No." I said one more time, getting ready to scream or hurt him if he didn't back off soon.

"You're in no condition to drive."

"She said no. Back off." I spun around to see who it was and everything started to spin. I almost fell but someone caught me. When my vision cleared I could tell that it was Sam who caught me. I looked towards David. He was staring at Dean.

"Who the hell are – " David never got to finish his sentence, Dean punched him in the face. I don't know if it was something in Dean's face or the added threat of Sam but David didn't say anything else. Sam and Dean walked me out of the bar glaring at everyone. The cool air outside helped me a little bit, but not much.

"What the hell is the matter with you?" Dean was yelling and I was starting to get a headache.

"You yelling in my face is what's wrong with me." I replied holding my head.

Dean looked like he was about to explode but Sam put a hand on his shoulder. "Calm down Dean your only making it worse. We can yell at her tomorrow after we all get some sleep." Any hope I had of at least Sam not being mad at me died. There was nothing left to do so I walked to the car and sat in the backseat and waited for them. I actually started to giggle. The situation was so cliché, and Dean was acting so overdramatic, that I couldn't help it.

I woke up the next morning due to the radio playing loudly right next to my ear. I rolled over and put the pillow over my ear, my head was pounding. The events of the night before were slowly coming back to me, and I had to force myself to open my eyes.

"Aw. What's the matter baby? Do you have a headache?"

I ignored Dean, and walked straight into the bathroom. When I came out the room was empty. I sighed, and walked to the car. This is going to be a long ride.

"So do you mind telling us what happened at the bar? Or is it too much for you?" Dean's voice was dripping with sarcasm and we weren't even in the car for ten minutes.

"Look, Dean I'm thankful that you helped me out with that creep at the bar. But I could have handled it on my own, you overreacted."

I could hear Sam snort. "You were passed out before we got to the motel."

"Overreacted?" Dean stated.

I closed my eyes and rubbed my head, they were giving me another headache. "Your lucky you didn't start a bar fight."

"Because date rape is so much better."

I winced. I didn't realize that he heard that much of the conversation. To make it worse they were right. I couldn't have handled it on my own. Not in the condition I was in, and the whole situation was my fault. I was acting like a teenager, getting drunk and then almost letting some guy take advantage of me. Maybe it's because they were right that I got so defensive.

"Fine, your right I'm in the wrong, and I owe you and Sam. But can you save the questioning for later? I'm not your sister, daughter, or girlfriend. I don't have to explain myself to you."

As soon as I said it, I regretted it. I sounded like a bitch, and that I didn't really appreciate them. They could have put me in an insane asylum or simply ditched me when I first met them. They were the only people I could really talk to while I was still in the Supernatural Universe (I decided to call that the world that Sam and Dean lived in until I found what really happened.) and they did have a right to be worried and know what happened. The only problem was that I was too stubborn to take it back or apologize.

When we finally got to Bobby's Dean went straight to the Impala, not even saying anything to Bobby. Sam went to the room he shared with Dean. Bobby was standing on the front porch, with a surprised look on his face. "Do you have anything for headaches Bobby?"

Bobby snapped out of his gaze. "Sure darling." He replied before disappearing into the house. I followed him and sat down at the kitchen table.

"So what happened?" Bobby asked after I didn't say anything for a few minutes.

"With the car or the boys?" I asked trying to avoid the subject.

"Both."

I explained to Bobby why we showed up in a different car. He seemed surprised that I knew how to hotwire a car but he didn't seem to mind that we brought it here. "So the boys are mad at you because you stole a car?"

"No." I replied. "After the hunt we went to a bar and I got drunk this creep almost took advantage of me but Dean and Sam helped me out." I paused for a second; Bobby was looking at me like he still didn't see why Sam and Dean weren't really talking to me at the moment. "Then this morning when they asked me what happened I snapped at them and basically told them that they didn't mean anything to me and that I didn't need to tell them anything."

Bobby seemed to think about it. "What did happen? I've only known you for a few weeks but you don't seem like the type who gets drunk like that very often."

I looked at Bobby; he was looking at me like he was genuinely curious and worried. "Everything happened Bobby. I woke up one day and met the actual characters from a T.V show. It was just so easy to talk to someone that I haven't seen on T.V and forget everything. It didn't help that the guy resembled one of my friends from back home either, I guess I just got carried away." I didn't even realize I felt that way until I said it.

Bobby must have seen the look on my face and was able to tell that I was going to be lost in my thoughts for a while, because he got up from the table and started to walk away. "Then why don't you tell the boys that?" He asked and disappeared own the hall.

I woke up early the next morning and took the car managing not to run into Bobby, Sam, or Dean. I had decided the night before that I needed to do something normal and try to deal with everything. If I was going to continue hunting with Sam and Dean I needed to stop freaking out every time I missed my old friends or thought about how weird everything that happened to me was. I didn't really know what I wanted to do so I just kept driving.

Eventually I ended up at a mall. I spent the rest o the day there, just window shopping and watching people, think about how none of them knew that to me they were like extras on a T.V show. It made me think about a scene from Men in Black when they opened up a locker and there was a whole other world living in that one locker. I was laughing about that when I passed a video game store. They were having a sale on Play Station Portables. I grinned and walked in the store, it had been ages since I played video game but I decided it would be a good way to kill time on the road and I wouldn't need to borrow Sam's computer so much if I was able to go on the internet using a PSP. I walked out of the store about an hour later, with a new PSP and all the accessories and stuff I needed. I looked out side, it was already dark. I needed to get back to Bobby's before it got to dark and I got lost. For some reason spending the day at the mall made me feel better, like life went on and I could deal with everything.

I walked into Bobby's house in a good mood, humming Don't Fear the Reaper under my breath, and was immediately greeted by yelling.

"Where were you?" "How can you just leave like that?"

Right after the yelling I was crushed by two huge arms circling me. My eyes widened in shock considering the last time I saw Sam he wouldn't look at me. "I can't breathe." I managed to let out.

"Sorry." Sam said letting go of me. Then he seemed to remember that he was mad at me. "Where did you go? The last time you talk to us you say you don't need us and then the next day you take off without saying anything."

"You could have left a note or answered the phone." Bobby chimed in. "These two have been fidgeting all day."

I looked behind Bobby. Dean was leaning against the wall with an expression that said he didn't really care. "Sorry." I managed to say. I didn't think about it when I left. But leaving without saying anything wasn't a good idea. I held up the bag from the game store. "I was just at the mall …." Then I took my phone out of my pocket, it was dead and I didn't even realize it. "…. And my phone must have died." I heard Dean make a sound of disbelief before he turned around and walked out of the house. I narrowed my eyes. "We need to talk." I told Sam. He nodded and sat down on the couch. Bobby wasn't in the room. He left without me noticing. "Did Bobby tell you what I told him last night?"

"Yeah." Sam replied. "That's why we weren't sure if you ditched us or not. He said that you weren't mad at us but you were still freaked out."

"Good." I nodded, thankful that they understood that. "I'm sorry for snapping at you guys in the car. I was still a little freaked out and you two going all big-brother on me didn't help. I didn't mean what I said."

"So why did you leave?"

"I just wanted to be alone for a while; I didn't mean to freak you guys out. I can take care of myself." I smiled. "Despite what previous … situations might lead you to think." Sam laughed. "So no more freaking out if I leave?" I asked.

"Just leave a note." He told me and glanced at the bag at my feet. "What did you buy?"

"A PSP"

"You play video games?" Sam asked.

"Girls can't play video games?"

"No, I just didn't know that you played video games."

Bobby walked into the room. "Good to see that you two are talking again. Have you seen the Chinese take out menu?"

Sam stood up. "No, but I'll help you look for it. I'm starving."

"Order me sweet and sour chicken if you find it."

"Okay." Sam answered.

I could hear Bobby rummaging through his stuff. "If we don't find it we can always order pizza."

I shook my head wondering if they ever cooked for themselves and walked to my room. Dean was still mad at me, but going to talk to him when he was still that angry wasn't going to help anybody so I went to my room so I could set up the PSP. When I was done the food still hadn't come so I went to look for Dean. He was big surprise, by the Impala.

"Did you want something?" He asked.

No, I just came out to do some car shopping. I bit my tongue, to keep myself from snapping at him, and decided to ask him a question instead. "Are you going to be mad at me forever?"

"What's there to be mad at? I'm not anything to you so why should you care anyway?"

I sighed. This was getting us nowhere. "I'm sorry all right. I screwed up and then when you helped me out I snapped at you for no reason."

"Your damn right you screwed up. I have enough to deal with and I don't need to watch over you to"

I don't know what I expected him to say but it wasn't that. "Can you blame me Dean? Am I not allowed to freak out? Should I act like nothing bothers me? Or is that something only you are allowed to do? If I'm that much of a problem to you let me know and I'll leave"

"Do you really want to leave that bad? You miss John, Logan, and Michael?"

That also caught me by surprise. I didn't ever mention my friends by name besides Logan that first night I thought that they were Jensen Ackels and Jared Padelecki. When we were yelling I had been walking closer to him without even realizing it. Now I stopped right in front of him "How do you know their names?"

"Do you remember anything after we brought you to the motel from the bar? You kept on calling me and Sam those names so it wasn't hard to figure out. Then the next day you leave without saying anything. What else am I supposed to think, besides that you wanna leave?"

I was about to start yelling again but I realized that if I did that me and Dean were going to be arguing all night. "I'm sorry for everything. Can we stop fighting? It's causing too much drama. I don't want to leave" I was tired of all the yelling that I was doing lately, and it was stressful enough without arguing with one of the Winchester brothers.

Dean must have noticed my expression because he calmed down. "All right all right. No more chick flick moments."

"How is this a chick flick moment? We were yelling at each other for the past couple of minutes. If this was a chick flick moment we would have started making out or something."

Dean raised his eyebrows. "Well you are one of my fan girls so that can be arra - "

"Adie! The food is here." It was Sam.

Dean sighed. "Brilliant timing Sammy."

Sam stepped outside and saw us. "Are you two talking again?"

"Yeah Sam we are." I replied.

Dean put his arm around me and started walking towards the house. "How much longer till the Impala id one?"

"I need a little more then a week. I'm itching to go on another hunt. What about you?"

"Vampires."

"What?" We had just walked into Bobby's kitchen and everybody was looking at me.

"The next hunt is going to be about vampires."

Dean grinned. "Good something challenging."

Now everyone looked at Dean like he was weird. He was already stuffing food into his mouth. "What?" He asked mid-chew.

"Nothing." Sam and I replied at the same time.

Dean just shrugged and continued eating.

A/N This chapter was more of a filler then anything else ( a long filler but still...) anyway I'm not sure that I like it that much and I might change it. It depends on what you guys think. So let me know.