It was a long drive to the bunker. Amy seemed perfectly content to lie in the back and examine all the different little nicks and dents in the car, all the signs of personality and memories. There was a sense and a scent in this car that she enjoyed. It was warm and comforting and the hum of the engine could be compared to a coarse lullaby. This car had meant a lot to someone, and was loved even to this day. It was fascinating how humans grew such strong bonds with things that weren't alive. This car was nothing more than inanimate molecules put together in a most intricate way. Metal, paint, glass, leather, stuffing, thread, rubber, there was nothing unique about this car besides the people who owned it. The human soul truly was a misguided thing, attaching itself to something dead. However, that was one of the qualities she enjoyed in humans. They did not care of what nature had in store for them, they created their own world. They did so through slowly destroying it, but still, one had to admire their tenacity.

Dean seemed to have accepted her existence, something that she was grateful for. While she had wanted to meet hunters ever since she took over the old cabin owned by one, she had kept no delusions that they would not wish to harm her, would they find out what she is. In fact, this had all gone down much better than she had dared to hope. They had not even once tried to seriously attack her. She had been doused in holy water and spent ten minutes trying to clean salt out of her mouth, as well as a few other things. Anything to lay their minds to rest. Luckily she had been able to convince them not to cut her, but simply press the silver against her skin. Not that she was afraid of getting hurt, she simply did not enjoy seeing her own blood. Which probably wasn't all that strange, at least not in human terms. However, unicorns weren't meant to fear their own blood.

Amy was lost in her mind for a long time. Sam seemed to have fallen asleep in the passenger's seat, and there was music in the front, trying to overpower the pleasant hum of the engine. Dean had only stopped the car once so far, to order a burger. Apparently, the little town's healthy eating hadn't impressed the stoic man. After that, they had kept driving. Lights and signs passed them by faster than any clouds on the sky could float across on a windy day. Ah, to lay in the grass, watching the clouds as the breeze caught the trees..

Suddenly the screeching of wheels rang in her ears and the scent of burnt rubber filled her nose as Dean desperately tried to stop the car, his body tense as he drove the brake into the floor of the car. They stopped just inches away from the angel who was standing on the road, white smoke billowing out from in under the car. The angel seemed to have had no doubts that they would stop before they hit him, and he walked up to the car. Dean leaned out of the car window, glaring at his less than concerned friend.

"Cas, what the hell?! Are you trying to get us killed?!" Castiel simply opened up the door, leaning down to push Amy's legs off the seat, forcing her to sit up as he slid into the car himself, closing the door.

"She was in my spot." Dean glanced at Sam who shrugged in response before looking back at Castiel.

"Really, she was in your spot. You could've just zapped in here anyway!" Castiel frowned and turned his head to look at Amy before looking back at Dean. "But then I would have sat on her legs."

"So then you would have sat on her legs, what's the big problem?"

"Why would you want him to sit on my legs?" Both their passengers seemed equally confused as to why Castiel's approach to the car had been a bad idea, and Sam just chuckled with a shake of his head, urging Dean to keep driving. Amy, having had half her newfound bed stolen from her, sank down in her seat with her legs pressed against the back of the drivers' seat. One could barely call it sitting. It was dawning outside, and she looked out the window with a slight smile. She had always enjoyed sunrises. Then again, she enjoyed almost every time of the day, but sunset, night and sunrise had such a magical air about them. A dark, hoarse voice forcefully snapped her out of her thoughts.

"Are you the last of your kind?" Castiel had been watching the unicorn since his arrival, that constant frown giving him a look of being most deeply in thought.

"You mean down here? Bitch I might be." That sentence got a laugh out of Sam who turned his head.

"Where did you learn to say that?" Dean was simply grinning amusedly, tapping the wheel in rhythm with the music. Blinking confusedly, Amy looked at Sam. There was laughter in his voice, and while she did enjoy the sound and sensation of that, his amusement was bewildering.

"I have heard teenagers say it in similar contexts many times." Throwing a glance at Castiel, who wasn't even sure if modern humans had the right understanding of the word 'bitch'. "Well trust me Amy, you're better off not ever, ever saying that again."

"Amen to that." Dean added with a laugh in his voice, a grin still playing on his lips. Sam turned back around, still stifling chuckles from the awkward use of teenage slang. Castiel leaned slightly towards the unicorn while watching the road intently.

"I do not understand why humans feel the need to call each other female dogs." Amy slowly shook her head, her voice a whisper.

"Neither do I."