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So Odette's finally off! :D

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This isn't my finest chapter, as yet. You have been warned.

On with it, shall we?

(Odette PoV)

CHAPTER TEN- BAG FULL OF THOUGHTS

"Rise and shine, kid." Someone was talking to me. Loudly. I groaned, trying to pull the sheet over my head. That's when I realized there was no sheet.

"Wake up, Odette. I know you're tired, but you'll want to get up soon, and it'll be too late then."

Too late for what? The voice was familiar, tugging at my sleepy brain.

I curled in tighter, trying to get comfortable. Since when had my bed become so hard, or so small?

"Maybe you should try, Castiel." The name pulled at me, trying to get me conscious.

"Odette? Can you hear me? We think you should wake up now."

Then it all came flooding back. Amy's ghost. Castiel's wings. Leaving Maine.

With a jerk, I rolled over, landing on the floor of the Impala with a surprised yelp.

I looked up to see two grinning men and one bemused angel.

Sam amusedly offered me a hand. I took it and pulled myself up.

"Well, you're definitely not a morning person," he said by way of greeting.

"Good morning," I said, choosing to ignore his statement.

"Took you long enough," Dean grumbled when he saw me.

I instantly cringed. "Sorry." Sam frowned at Dean.

I turned to Castiel. "Good morning," I hoped my voice didn't sound too squeaky.

He cocked his head to one side. "Is it one?"

"Um," I shuffled my feet nervously. "I hope so?" It came out as more of a question than a statement.

"I see." He studied me gravely. Involuntarily, I flushed.

"What time is it?" I rubbed the last of the sleep from my eyes.

"7:30 AM." Sam looked at me. "We'd have let you sleep longer, but we're just outside of California, and if we want to reach Jericho tonight, we'll have to be on the road nonstop, so you might want to brush your teeth and shower."

It was then that I noticed we were parked outside a motel.

"Dean's already booked a room. You might want to go inside." Sam explained while I was looking.

I moved forward, still slightly sleepy. Dean, it transpired, had already showered by the time Sam and I reached the room.

"Why don't you go ahead? I can wait." Sam smiled at me.

"You sure about that?"

"Yeah."

I slipped inside the bathroom, thoroughly brushing my teeth and flossing.

I turned on the shower, relishing the feel of the warm water on my skin.

My mind wandered onto Castiel. He was so hard to understand.

I huffed. He didn't seem to dislike me, but he didn't seem to like me either. I supposed angels didn't associate with humans much.

Dean. I cringed, an instant reaction. He didn't seem to like me at all. I couldn't really blame him. If he knew what I'd done...

He'd only hate you more, the voice in my mind hissed viciously.

I sighed. At least Sam liked me.

I dried myself off quickly, changing into snug dark wash jeans and a sleeveless apple green top. It was much warmer here, and I enjoyed the change in weather.

I decided to keep on my ballet flats, hastily toweling my hair dry. I brushed it carefully, stepping out into the room.

Sam turned to go inside. I resisted the urge to latch onto his hand and beg him not to leave me alone with Dean.

Castiel was nowhere in sight. Dean was sitting on one of the chairs in the room, apparently calling room service.

"What'll you have?"

"Uh," I scanned the menu on the table. "The Cobb salad and a peach smoothie."

He shrugged. "This is room 201. We'd like one bacon sandwich, a portion of pancakes and a Cobb salad and peach smoothie."

I sat down uneasily next to him, trying not to act on the instinct to curl up into a ball.

I stared down at the chipped tiles, trying to work up the courage to break the tense silence.

"So," I flinched when he started speaking, instantly regretting the action.

Dean pretended not to notice. "You like listening to music, huh?"

"Yeah," I agreed, pleasantly surprised he was talking to me. I wanted him to like me. I wanted all of them to like me. They seemed like good people. I genuinely liked them, even if some of them didn't return the gesture.

"So which are your favorite bands?"

I gave an embarrassed smile. "You probably wouldn't know most of them."

"Try me. I'm only 26."

"Uh, Evanescence, Paramore, Adele, Muse, AC/DC, I guess."

"AC/DC, huh? That's one of my favorite bands, too. Which of their songs do you like the most?"

"Kinda hard to say… um, Thunderstruck, T.N.T, It's A Long Way To The Top, Whole Lotta Rosie, Shoot To Thrill, Back in Black."

Dean smirked at me. "They're all pretty good."

He launched into song.

I smiled at him. Maybe I could get him to like me. He didn't smile back, but at least he didn't seem as annoyed as before.

It was then that breakfast arrived.

Sam got out shortly after. "Dean, you should seriously quit singing. You sounded like a foghorn."

I pressed my lips together to keep from smiling.

"Shut up, Sammy. Kid's got more class than you have."

That made Sam glare, but then he turned curious eyes on me. "You like AC/DC?"

The tips of my ears turned pink. "Yeah, I know it's old.."

Sam huffed in surprise.

I blushed a darker shade of red.

Probably noticing my discomfort, Sam changed the topic. "Muse is my favorite band."

I smiled. "What's your favorite song of theirs?"

"Supermassive Black Holes."

"Mine too." We grinned at each other.

Sam started singing, too, though he didn't sound much better than Dean.

I looked away so they wouldn't see my lips twitch.

"HEY! Enough all ready, Sam! My ears are bleeding!"

Dean had his fingers plugged into his ears.

Sam growled. "Oh hello, pot, this kettle. Yeah, you're black."

Dean gave him the evil eye. "You sound worse."

"No you do."

"No you."

I stifled my laughter. They both looked at me. "Who's worse?" Dean demanded.

I froze. What was I supposed to say?

Castiel appeared out of nowhere into the room. I nearly fell off my chair in shock.

"I believe Sam is slightly less tone deaf than you, Dean," Castiel said with utmost sincerity.

I blinked.

"Whatever you were singing about, it hardly seemed appropriate. Hell is not something to be taken lightly."

I blinked harder.

Dean snorted. "Whatever, angel. Now if you guys are done yakking, I'd like to eat, if you don't mind."

He dug into his sandwich, the ends of which were curling. I felt vaguely nauseous at the amount of grease that was coating it.

Sam was tucking into his pancakes, one after another.

I twined the salad around the tines of my fork, chewing slowly. The cherry tomatoes were unusually sweet. I savored them.

I sipped my smoothie, indulging in the taste. It was chunky and fresh and I thoroughly enjoyed it.

I looked at Castiel curiously. "Aren't you going to eat?"

He looked at me impassively.

"My sustenance comes in the form of energy from Heaven. I do not need human food."

I nodded, perhaps too many times. "Do you do it often? Zapping from place to place in a second?"

"Yes. Very often." Castiel seemed to be slightly restless.

"OK." My voice was definitely squeaky now.

Dean and Sam were finished. We walked out of the room to the lobby, where Dean paid the bill.

We went back to the Impala, where I resumed sitting near the windowsill, looking out at the parking lot.

Dean gunned the ignition, turning onto the road leading to Jericho.