A/N~ So my friend had to go home, but I am gonna post the next chapter, imarunningbeast will not be helping me with every chapter, and the ones she doesn't help me with may have a few grammar errors, because she is better at that stuff then me. Anyway here is the chapter.
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Maria, Dean and Sam stopped off at a diner about three hours into the trip. Maria sat next to Sam because Dean once again pissed her off. "So once we get to savannah what are we going to do?" Maria asked quietly.
"Well first we are going to have to get some information on the spirit, then find his remains and salt and burn him." Sam replied just as quietly.
Dean nodded in agreement, and Maria finished eating her meal. Once the trio finished eating Dean looked at Maria and asked, "Do you need to go to the bathroom before we leave?"
"No…let's go." Maria answered. Sam sat in the back of the car with Maria, wanting to find out if she was doing okay. Dean got into the driver's seat and took off.
"So Maria, what's eating you?" Sam asked her.
"It is a long damn story." Maria replied softly.
"I think we have a couple of hours." Sam coaxed.
"Let me start off by saying that I am not in my world. I divorced an abusive man three years ago, Arial, my best student, will probably get picked on by people other than her classmates if I am not there. I miss my sister Tina, and have no way to get in contact with here since she is not even in this world, so her number probably belongs to someone else. My life sucks…" Maria explained, giving the short version and leaving out one big detail.
"Anything else?" Sam asked, as Dean pulled over to the side of the road.
"No…Dean why did we stop?" Maria asked.
"I need some air." Dean replied before getting out of the car and walking to the side of the road with his back turned to Sam and Maria.
"I think he is sick." Maria said.
"Yeah, so do I. Maybe the diner food is not agreeing with him." Sam replied.
"Yeah, I had what you had, which could explain why we are not sick. I will be right back." Maria replied as she grabbed a water bottle. She got out of the car and approached Dean who appeared to be talking to himself.
"What the hell is wrong with me? I can't have feelings for anyone." Dean whispered.
"Dean are you feeling sick?" Maria asked, acting like she did not hear him.
"No, let's hit the road." Dean replied with a smirk.
They got back into the car and they drove in silence. "We should start looking for a motel." Sam said when they entered Savannah.
They drove for about thirty minutes before they found one. "I will get the room." Dean said.
"I will go too." Maria told Sam.
Maria and Dean went into the office and the lady at the desk asked, "What can I do for you?"
"We need a double with a cot brought in." Dean replied.
"Very well, we don't have a double open, we have a king, and we can have a cot brought to that." The lady replied after typing on the computer.
"We'll take it." Maria said before Dean could argue.
The lady handed then the keys and Maria went to help Sam with the bags, while Dean went to the room. "So Sam, either you and Dean are sharing a bed or one of you is getting the floor." Maria said when she walked into the room.
"I will take the cot." Dean muttered when they entered.
"I will take the floor." Sam said with a small smile.
"Okay." Maria replied with no argument what so ever.
Dean took a shower, Maria salted the windows and door, and Sam tried to find out about the spirit. When Dean came out of the shower Maria said, "Give me the keys, I will go pick up dinner."
"I think not, I will go you stay with Sammy." Dean replied.
"Screw that, I am going to a bar." Maria mumbled.
"I will go with you." Sam said.
"Fine meet back here in two hours for dinner." Dean said.
Sam and Maria walked to the closest bar. When they went inside Maria went straight over to the bar. "Gimme three shots of whisky." Maria said to the bartender.
"Oh hell no, we are not having a repeat." Sam told Maria.
"Relax."Maria said as she threw back her shots. Several shots later, Maria was drunk again. Sam took this opportunity to find out what the hell was bugging her, not only would she be honest but she would not remember what she said.
"So what is really bothering you?" Sam asked her.
"De'n…" was all Maria said before passing out.
"Well there goes that idea…" Sam said to himself. He picked up Maria and carried her back to the motel.
"Oh hell no. Sammy did you let her get fucking drunk?" Dean asked.
"I did not realize she was continuing to down shots, I was busy trying to find out about the attacks caused by the damn spirit." Sam replied while gently putting Maria on the bed.
"Well what did you find out?" Dean asked.
"His name was Robert Smith, age 21 he was shot on his birthday. He has been reeking havoc once a month every year for the past 20 years." Sam replied.
"So let's burn the fucker." Dean replied.
"Not that easy, he was cremated." Sam said.
"Well shit…" Dean muttered.
Maria stirred in her sleep but did not wake. "I am going to turn in; we can figure this out in the morning." Dean told Sam. He got into his cot, and Sam pulled a blanket off of the bed and crashed on the floor.
A/N~ Okay so that was chapter four, I hope you liked it. Please Review, I will try to either update again tonight or tomorrow. I would also like to thank all of you who have subscribed and the few of you who have reviewed. :)