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GAS STATION

Once we were all on the road, I sat in the back and went to sleep.

I woke up to us parked at a gas station. I rubbed the heels of my palms into my eyes, rubbing away the sleep. I sat up groaning, stretching my arms in the air. Sam turned to look at me, he gave me a smile, then continued looking through a box of cassette tapes.

I looked around for Dean, and saw him coming out the store with a bag of, what could be described as, junk.

He approached the car and peered through the window. "Want some breakfast?" Sam looked at the bag Dean was holding, and shook his head with a grimace. Dean shrugged and looked at me shaking the bag. "What about you Princess?"

I shrugged "Only if you got my favourite."

He grinned and pulled out a bottle of orange juice, and a bag of chips. I grabbed both out of his hands with a smile. I took a few sips of my drink, and felt something being thrown on my lap. I looked down to see it was my favourite candy bar. I looked up to Dean, seeing him leaning against the car, with a soft smile. I smiled back at him "You remembered." He shrugged and closed the gas compartment hatch.

Sam was sitting in the passenger seat watching with curiosity, he looked in the plastic bag that Dean had placed on the dashboard. "How'd you pay for this stuff anyway?" Dean seemed to snap out of his thoughts, and looked away from me slipping into the drivers seat. "You and Dad still running credit card scams?"

"Yeah, well hunting isn't exactly a pro ball career." He said glancing at Sam. "Besides, all we do is apply. It's not our fault they send us the cards."

Sam raised his brow "Yeah? And what names did you put on the application this time?"

"Uh, Burt Aframain and his son Hector." He replied closing his door. "Scored two cards out of the deal"

Sam and I shared a laugh "Sounds about right" Sam said looking at his brother, then looking back to the box of cassettes. "I swear man, you gotta update your cassette tapes collection."

I rolled my eyes. Here we go.

"Why?" Dean asked confused.

"Well, for one they're cassette tapes.. and two.. Black Sabbath? Motorhead? Metallica?" He threw the first two in the box once he read them, Dean takes the last one out of Sam's hand "The greatest hits of mullet rock."

Dean looks back at me with a smirk "Well.. house rules Sammy" he pops the tape into the player.

I leaned back into my seat and shook my head "Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole.."

Dean looked back at me and winked "She knows the rules Sammy." I laughed quietly shaking my head and the rule that I've heard countless times.

Sam shook his head scoffing, he looked back at me rolling his eyes "Also.. Sammy's a chubby twelve year old." He was looking at me while he said it, turning his eyes back to Dean with a serious expression. "It's Sam."

I smiled turning my attention to the window waiting for us to keep moving forward. I tuned out what Dean replied, my mind wondered to John and what happened. The music turned up and we drove away, my mind still whirling about what's to come.

Okay this is a draft that I wrote a while ago.. I know, I know shame on me! Anyways reading through it I will keep this as first person, but next chapter will be third person as I think it's easier to write.