Author's Notes: So now I've time-skipped a few months into the future. Charley has been living and hunting with the Winchesters and Dean still hasn't given up on trying to get her to like him back.

Laying on the bumper of the car, I looked up at the sky. It was dark and, without the intrusive lights of a city or town, the stars were very much visible.

"So which one's that?" Sam asked from in the middle of Dean and I.

"That's Orion's belt, surely you know that?" I questioned, glancing at the boy.

Sam shook his head. "We've never done this before," he replied and I looked at Dean.

"You never took him stargazing before?"

"Nope," Dean replied. "Bigger fish to fry, sweetheart."

I rolled my eyes. "Surely you could have found a little time to bring him out like this?"

Before Dean could argue, Sam leaped off the bumper, pointing up at the sky. "Look! A shooting star!"

"Better make a wish, Sammy," said Dean.

"Stuff like that never actually comes true," Sam protested. "There's no point."

"Of course it comes true." I put in. "You just have to believe in it enough."

"Liar," Sam smirked.

"I'm no such thing!" I argued.

"Yeah, you are!"

"Am not."

"Stop bickering," Dean muttered, I have enough of a headache as it is.

"Maybe you shouldn't have drank so much last night, hm?" I murmured back. "I told you you'd have a hangover, it's lasted a long time too."

"Shut up," Dean grumbled. "You had a fair bit too.

I shook my head. "I'm able to drink a lot without actually getting drunk," I pointed out. "It's one of the benefits of being what I am."

"Lucky."

"So then... we gonna start with the fireworks, then?" I asked, indicating the box near Dean's foot.

Sam smiled. "Yeah, come on, Dean!"

Giving an annoyed sigh, Dean slid off the bonnet and grabbed the box- walking away from his car. He didn't want his 'baby' to get burnt.

Picking out a couple of rockets, he handed them to Sam- then a couple to me.

"So you guys did this last year, too?" I asked.

"Yeah, but you can't tell dad," said Sam. "He would never let us do something like this."

Dean lit the fireworks then his own and we held them up as torrents of sparks flew out. Surprisingly, we didn't get burnt from playing with the fire. The massive box of fireworks that Dean had bought seemed to last hours. It made all of the Bonfire nights back in England seem pretty crap in comparison. The 4th of July was important to American people, though I'd never actually learned why- I still didn't know, even standing out in the middle of a field celebrating it with the two brothers.

In the car ride back to the motel, Sam talked non-stop about the fireworks- reliving all of the amazing colours and noises. I watched him as he babbled on to Dean about the massive rocket we had set off, flailing his arms around and making the noises in the passenger seat.

I still retained my position in the back, deciding that it wasn't really my place to sit up front. Plus Dean was still flirting with me, a lot.

When we reached the motel, I bid the brothers farewell and headed to the room next door to their's. I lay down on the one queen-sized bed and went over the past few months in my head.

Even though I was still mourning Rick (I had some 'off' days), I was thoroughly enjoying traveling with the Winchesters. John and Dean had caught a Wendigo last week in Colorado. John and I had taken down a Shapeshifter in Wyoming the week before.

Now we were staying in a motel in South Dakota while John hunted a vengeful spirit on his own. I liked times like this when Dean, Sam and I could just relax and have fun.

The thing that had gotten me down recently was the lack of contact from Toby. I had texted him and called him so many times and he never replied. Maybe he'd decided to ignore me, forget about me. That made me a little mad. I was at least making the effort to stay friends with him but he couldn't even pick up the phone or type a quick twenty-second text message?

Ah well, if he wasn't making the effort then I wouldn't bother with him. My eyes closed as I slipped into a soft sleep, not really thinking much about what the day would hold tomorrow.