"Girl bonding time?" Copper laughed, shaking her head.
It had been only a short time since the two girls had left the brothers behind, and Copper could tell that Grace may be a little socially awkward. The bluntness of her statement- 'girl bonding time'- had Copper smiling humorously.
Grace coughed, maybe a little embarrassed. "Look, mate, I haven't really had that many friends- I don't know-"
Copper cut her off, the smile on her lips becoming a little more reassuring. "Sweetheart, it's fine. I'm just teasing you. Sure. We have a good, long drive. What do you want to talk about?"
Grace chuckled a bit. "Alright, alright. You don't drink?" She asked Copper, curiosity spilling over. She didn't know anything about this girl, so she might as well start somewhere. In the pub, Grace had noted that Copper didn't get anything to drink, while her two friends... Well, Grace's apparent brothers, had.
Shaking her head, Copper laughed slightly. "I can't. I'm not old enough."
Grace looked at her, wide-eyed, maybe a little concerned, if not utterly shocked. "The hell? How old are you!?"
The drinking age was eighteen, wasn't it? Well... That what it was over in the United Kingdom, where she grew up. She hadn't really considered that it was different here in the US. Given that information, Grace quickly jumped to the conclusion that the girl must have been seventeen, at the most... Which was truly shocking.
Copper looked puzzled at the look of pure shock on Grace's face. What was wrong with that? "I'm twenty..." The younger girl stated slowly, hoping that wasn't an issue for the Winchester's sister.
Grace's face softened a bit, into more of a confused look. "Twe- what? Then why can't you drink?"
Before Copper had time to look confused, she remembered that the UK had a different drinking age. She gave Grace another smile, as she chuckled softly. "The drinking age is twenty-one here. I have to wait another year."
"Oh," Grace muttered, feeling stupid for not knowing that. She heard Copper laugh again, slightly, but she didn't look over at her. She kept her eyes focused in the road for now. They were kind of driving alone in the middle of no-where. Her large, powerful truck stood out in the surrounding like it didn't exactly fit in. The only other vehicle nearby was the smooth, black impala, maybe a good fifty-meters behind them.
After the silence dragged on for a bit, Grace heard the murmuring of the currently quiet radio in her truck. It only caught her attention because it was by her favorite singer- Ed Sheeran. A smile found its way to form on her lips, and she looked over at Copper.
"Mind if I turn the music up?"
Copper glanced at the radio and shook her head. "Not at all. I like this guy," she confirmed, sitting up straighter to be polite.
Grace cracked a grin and turned the music up- like way up. Copper looked alarmed for a moment, eyes widening in surprise at the sudden increase of volume, but she laughed as Grace sang along loudly. Amazingly, despite the volume, the girl managed to stay on key. She was a good singer. Copper smiled and hummed along to the parts to the song that she could remember softly, not wanting to bother Grace. However, it wasn't really a song she'd expect to be played that loud, but whatever.
When the song was over, Grace returned the stereo to a normal level, grinning. "Now that's how to start off a drive."
Copper laughed and nodded. "Well, that's one way," she agreed warmly.
A few hours passed that way, with the two girls conversing back-and-forth. Grace learned that Copper was from a small town in Texas. Two years ago she'd ran into Dean who saved her ass from a certain spirit in a haunted house that Copper had ran into, due to a dare. She didn't make it out without a scratch though, and Dean took her back to the motel to take care of her. This was right before the whole thing happened to Sam with Jess, but Copper didn't mention what Grace's twin had gone through. If Sam wanted her to know, he'd bring it up. Of course, Copper didn't go anywhere with Dean. Not at first. A few months later he came back, and found her again. It was an accident of course- sort of. He and Sam had believed her to be the werewolf they were hunting down, but soon realized that was a mistake, as soon as they'd cut her arm with one of those silver knifes. Long story short, no one meant for Copper to get involved with hunting, but she kind of fell into it.
Grace sighed, frowning slightly. She- like her brothers- would never encourage someone to start hunting. It wasn't a fun job. Sometimes it didn't feel like it was worth anything that she'd done. "Well, I'm sorry you had to end up here."
Copper shook her head. "Don't be," she reassured Grace. She didn't smile, but she did sound friendly. "It hasn't been... that bad." As she ran through the memories she had from hunting, she slowly realized more and more that was a big lie. She'd been through some petty rough times with the Winchesters, but everything had died down a bit lately.
The frown slowly forming on Copper's lips told Grace that the girl was thinking about what she'd just said, and, due to her powers, she could tell that the girl was coming to the conclusion of what a lie she'd just told. Grace sent the younger girl a small smile.
"Why don't we stop somewhere for lunch? I'm starving," she groaned, rolling her head back dramatically, changing the subject on purpose.
Copper nodded. "Sounds like a plan. I'll call the others," she offered, pulling out her phone to call Dean.
It rang a few times, and Copper glanced in the rear-view mirror to see the impala behind them. It was still there. The moment before Copper got impatient with him, that small, frustrated feeling beginning to build up in her chest, Dean picked up the phone.
"Yeah?" He answered simply.
Copper shook her head and smiled. "Hey, do you want to stop for lunch?"
She heard a faint, "Who's that?" in the background from Sam, and grinned as she knew Dean just brushed the question off, ignoring his poor little bother.
"Yeah, that sounds great. We're following you guys," Dean replied.
"Awesome. See you guys in a bit," Copper nodded, hanging up the phone.
Grace turned to look at Copper, and raised an eyebrow as if she was asking, 'Well?'
Copper nodded in return. "Next place we find should be good," she confirmed, pocketing her iPhone again.
Grace nodded. "I saw some signs advertising somewhere a few miles ahead."
"Great..." Copper paused and grinned. After such a long drive in the middle of no where, seeing nothing but an occasional car in the other lane, it was good to think that she'd be back with the people of the world. She was a people person- it wasn't even slightly questionable. Copper threw her arms in the air and laughed, "Yes! Civilization!"
Grace laughed alongside her. "I guess- if that's your kind of thing," she chuckled, smirking.

In a few more minutes, Grace and Copper had parked and hopped out of the car. Copper slipped in the sandy parking lot, looking around, shaking her head to try and clear her head again.
"Okay... Well, this is more than nothing." The town that they had found a small family-owned diner in was small. Like seriously small. There was a good possibility that what Copper was looking at could have been the entire town. Around them a few other public buildings stood- probably shops, restaurants, and other essentials for a town. None of them were more than three stories tall at the most. A street led away from Main Street probably lead to the school and some other houses that weren't nearby. Okay, well, Copper had seen smaller- but there had been more people at least. Here she saw maybe... Five people walking around outside, other than herself and Grace, and the only moving car was the impala that was pulling in to park next to him. It didn't exactly seem like the friendliest town.
Grace nodded in agreement with her. "Barely," she commented, turning to her brothers as they stepped out of their car. "Hey guys," she greeted them, smiling a bit.
Sam looked down at her and returned the smile. "Hey, Grace."
Dean looked over at her and nodded once, giving her a tight, but friendly, smile. "Come on guys, let's eat," Dean said, leading the way into the building. From the outside it seemed a little dark inside, but the 'OPEN' flag was flying, so they all walked in anyways. It actually was a little dim inside, but the sunlight filtering through the window gave it enough light to suffice. The entire inside and outside of the shop was made of wood. The atmosphere inside seemed fairly friendly and welcoming, despite the quiet town outside the door.
A girl- maybe sixteen or seventeen- was waiting at the counter, waiting to take someone's order. A soft pink dress fell a little past her knees, and yellow-blonde curls fell past her shoulders. She smiled up at the group of four that had just walked in.
"Howdy! Do y'all know what you want to eat today?"
Copper grinned at her, approaching the counter. It was always great to meet another southern person. "Howdy," she returned the greeting. She got each of the Winchesters a cheeseburger, and ordered herself a vegetarian sandwich.
The teenage girl took down the order. "Either me or my li'l sis will be out with that in a moment. Take a seat while you wait, if you'd like." Her accent was much thicker than Copper's was.
Copper nodded. "Thanks," she said, returning to the three siblings. "Come on," she said, motioning to a seat.
Grace nodded, looking over at the booth thankfully. A woman had been looking at her, with a very unimpressed look. At first, Grace couldn't think of what it was until she realized that her shirt that she was wearing that day would have been showing off her anti-possession tattoo on the back of her shoulder. God- that woman was probably some religious freak- She cringed inwardly at that thought, noticing Copper's necklace for the first time- it was a cross. Oh come on, Grace. Not every religious person was an ass to you, she scolded herself.
Dean glanced over at her. "Hey- Gracie, you doing okay?"
Grace nodded, looking over at the woman again. "Yeah, everything's- oh shit," she cursed as the woman approached them, narrowing her eyes as she heard Grace swearing.
"There are children in here," the woman reprimanded her.
Copper looked up at her, hiding her alarm. Grace, what did you do... she thought silently to herself. Despite the friendly look of inside the diner, this woman reflected the cool look of the town with a very strict expression, black turtle neck, black jeans, and arms crossed in annoyance.
"Is there a problem?" She asked, looking at Grace sternly. The woman's southern accent gave away that she was probably related to that girl.
Grace looked back at her cooly. "I don't know, miss. You tell me," she said, referring to the look the woman had given her earlier.
The woman glared at her. "So long as no one gets hurt, not yet," she responded cooly, sounding more like a warning.
As she walked away, the four hunters exchanged uneasy glances.
"What the hell was that?" Dean asked, but he didn't get an answer. Copper was busy listening to what the woman was telling a man in the kitchen.
Se wasn't able to catch much through the swinging door, but she was able to make out one snippet of what the woman was saying. The three Winchesters heard it as well-
"... Probably Satan worshippers..."
Everyone looked over at Copper, each Winchester wearing a different expression. Dean looked a little concerned for her. Sam looked a little more reassuring, and Grace was more curious than anything.
Copper let out an aggravated sigh, clenching her jaw, and shook her head. "Judgmental bit-" she began to mutter under her breath, but she cut herself off as a little girl- maybe seven came over with their sandwiches.
Copper shook it off and looked down at the girl, putting a smile back on her face, and the girl grinned back up at them.
"Here's your lunch!" She giggled happily.
Dean smiled down at her as well for a moment. "Thanks," he said, shortly. No one paid the little girl much attention after that, but maybe they should have.
Grace looked over at Copper, her curiosity brimming over. "Why does that bug you so much? It's not like you haven't heard that before, right?"
Copper hesitated to answer, and sighed, tugging gently at the chain of her necklace. "Um- well, Grace-" she shook her head. "Believe what you may, I don't care, but I've been going to a Christian church as long as I can remember. That's what I was raised into, so that's what I believe. Nothing'll change that either."
Dean smiled at his friend's stubbornness, and Grace nodded slightly.
"Alright, alright. You don't need to get that defensive about it. As long as your not an ass about it-"
"'Ass' is a bad word."
Grace froze and looked down. The little girl was still there, and a look of guilty horror passed over Grace's face as she watched the little girl pull a knife out of her boot. Oh shit. If that woman saw-
Well.
The woman saw.
She screamed in outrage when she saw her daughter holding Grace's knife.
"What the hell were you doing to my baby girl!?"
Grace looked up at her, wide-eyed, shocked, and innocent. "Look, I didn't-"
"Get out! Get out of my restaurant!" She ordered pointing to the door. Her nostrils flared, and her eyes burned with anger. Oh my God...
"But, ma'am-" Dean began, but she cut him off.
"Now."
Sam nodded at Dean and Grace, and Copper had already pulled her bag over her shoulder. The all got up, maybe hesitantly, and started to leave.
The woman caught sight of Copper's necklace and held her back as she tried to leave. Her thin, bony fingers weaved their way under the chain and tugged the charm of a cross away from Copper's chest.
"What is this?" She growled, looking at Copper accusingly. People like them shouldn't have things like this.
The Winchesters tensed up and turned to look at Copper and the woman. Copper looked as innocent as ever, and maybe a little frightened. The woman gave her a hard, cold glare as she shook the charm again.
"Well?"
"It's- it's mine-" Copper stammered uncomfortably. Everyone in the restaurant was staring at the woman who was pulling on a girl by her necklace.
"It's yours?" The woman laughed coldly. "Oh, sure. Why? Because it's pretty?"
Copper looked too startled to respond. Sam took a step towards her as the woman yanked the chain off her neck, and the small cross fell to the ground.
"People like you don't deserve to wear a symbol of Christ on them, understand sweetie?"
Copper nodded hesitantly. "Y-yes ma'am."
Sam grabbed Copper's arm and pulled her towards him protectively, glaring at the woman, and Dean gave her the same look.
"Hey, back off!" he growled. "You don't know who she is, or who we are."
The four hunters began to leave, and the woman began to lecture them as they went, clearly being ignored. Before he left, however, Dean rolled his eyes and turned to look at her. "Oh, go screw yourself," he whined before following everyone else back out to the cars, leaving the woman spluttering behind them in the sandwich shop.