A/N: hey!! yay!! another update! I'm excited that I finally had time to write! woot! :D I feel bad that I haven't spent much time on my other story but my brain has been in Supernatural mode quite a bit lately! lol...is that pathetic?? :( lol...oh well...

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Andy's POV

I guess you could say I'm not really a talkative person, but for some reason I was completely silent on the way to go retrieve my broken down vehicle. I found something very calming about staring out the window at the passing by scenery. There wasn't really much to look at, just open spaces on a back highway somewhere but it was comforting to me. I saw Sam occasionally look back at me through the side mirror. It made me feel good because I felt like he cared and worried at the same time because it seemed like he was watching me because he didn't trust me. I mean, I understand that they don't trust me. Heck, I'm a little nervous about trusting them, but still…it's the only sure way I can find Bobby and if that's what it's gonna take, then I guess that's what I'm gonna have to do. I sighed as I remembered being around Bobby. There was always this strange feeling I got after being around him. It's weird to think, even stranger to say, but I felt safe with him. It's been an awful long time since I've felt truly safe with anybody and I was dying to get that feeling back again. Hopefully Bobby would let me stay with him for a while, even after he found out the truth. I know how stubborn that man can get…I just hope he accepts me.

I leaned over toward the middle of the backseat so I could look out the windshield to see if there was any sight of my Jeep. A few minutes later, I saw a yellow mass coming closer and gasped. "There it is!" I said and pointed, excited that it was still there, looking untouched. Dean pulled over on the opposite side of the road and I jumped out of the car before it even came to a complete stop. I heard Dean laugh and mumble 'geeze' as I ran off. I heard them get out of the Impala and follow me as I ran up to the hood and flopped over, hugging it.

"Wow…she's just as obsessed with her car as you are with this thing," Sam said as he pointed a thumb over his shoulder.

"Hey now!" Dean said, almost offended. "Don't talk to her like that," Dean said as he put his hand lovingly on the hood of the car. Sam just laughed and rolled his eyes.

Dean stepped forward and had his mechanics face on. "Okay, can you pop the hood for me?" he asked me as he stared at my Jeep. He looked around under the hood while I stood close by, not really having any clue what I was looking at.

"So what was it acting like?" Dean asked.

"Well, it seemed like I was out of gas but I know I'm not. I just filled the thing not all that long ago," I said.

"You probably have a leak or something could be wrong with your gauge." He paused, thinking and then said, "How bout this? We'll go find a place nearby to stay and then come back tomorrow with a way to haul this somewhere so we can get it fixed."

I sighed. "Sure," I said. It was sad to think that I'd have to leave my Jeep behind again, but I guess I really didn't have much of a choice. I sighed again and then said, "I've had this thing for four years and it chooses now to mess up," I said as I slammed the hood closed. I walked around and opened the back seat door to get my stuff. "Thanks baby," I mumbled, hitting the hood one more time before I turned around and walked back toward the Impala with the boys.

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The trip back to civilization, thankfully, wasn't as quiet as before. Dean had the radio blasting Metallica and I could tell Sam didn't like it very well. I'm not sure which he didn't like though, the music or Dean singing loudly to it. I found it annoying at first but when I started to recognize some of the songs, I didn't mind it as much. I thought about asking Dean to do a 'car ride duet' with me to a song I knew, but I figured we weren't that close yet. However I did enjoy Dean's version of the guitar solos. I think if he'd had an actual guitar in front of him, it would've been amazing but singing the solos with words that didn't exist like bow-dow didn't really cut it too well. Finally I leaned up behind Sam and whispered, "How do you handle this all the time?"

Sam laughed and said, "Eh, you get use to it."

Finally, we pulled into a motel, which is where I assumed we would stay for the night. Dean parked the car, went into the little office, and came out with a key. As Dean got closer to the car, he motioned for us to get out. He opened the trunk and I stood in awe at all the weapons I saw in front of me. I bet they could take out anything with all this! Heh, I thought, laughing mentally. I bet they could take out anything without all this, I thought looking them up and down.

"So, all they had left was one room," Dean said looking toward me, "so I guess you'll have to put up with us. Is that okay?"

Deliberately looking them both up and down for 'dramatic effect', I laughed and said, "Oh, I think I can handle it."

Dean led us to our room and opened the door. They both walked in and threw their stuff down. I, however, stopped half way in and took in my surroundings. It looked like the cheesiest, corniest, TV sitcom motel room I'd ever seen in my life…but oddly enough, I kind of liked it. "Hmm…" I said, "cute."

Dean chuckled. "If you like this one, you should have seen the one we had a couple of weeks ago," he whistled, "boy was that place awesome!" He said sarcastically.

"You're just mad because they didn't have Magic Fingers," Sam said in a distracted tone. Dean just shrugged. I had a feeling that if they were like this all the time, I would get along with the Winchesters just fine.

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Later on, I started to feel gross. I wasn't sure if it was because I'd spent earlier walking in the hot sun or if the motel room was not as 'cute' as I thought it was. After a while of just sitting around, I needed to do something so I got up and went to take a shower. As I got my stuff ready, I smelled this absolutely horrible smell. I sniffed around the room and then realized that the towel on the bathtub was causing the nasty odor. I pinched the corner of it and went back into the room.

"What is this??" I asked showing the towel to the boys.

Dean looked up from cleaning his gun. "That'd be a towel sweetheart," he finished with a grin.

I laughed humorlessly. "Very funny." I paused looking between the two of them. "Okay, I didn't think I was going to have to do this, but I guess I am." Dean raised an eyebrow as Sam looked back at him. "I'm gonna lay down a few ground rules of the room. Abide by them or you will pay." They both tried their hardest not to laugh at me even though I was in no mood to play games. I knew if I didn't do this now, I'd have to put up with gross guy habits later on. "First…stuff like this," I said pointing at the disgusting towel, "is not gonna happen anymore. The toilet seat must always go back down and there will be no dirty socks or any stinky smelly undergarments lying around. The rest, I'm pretty sure I can handle. Any questions?" I looked back and forth between the boys.

Dean brought his hand up and saluted me. "No, ma'am."

"Good," I said as I rolled my eyes and went back into the bathroom.

Ta-da! Chapter five!! Okie dokie..you know the drill..tell me whatcha think! I wanna hear it all...good, bad, ugly! Come on! Hit me with your best shot! (sorry..I totally have that song stuck in my head right now and wanted Dean to be singing that song earlier...but I figured Dean wouldn't like that song...lol)

anyhoo...comments are very much appreciated and make me quite happy! :D

thanks! :D

.lizzy.