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You seen the new episodes? I still feel the ache in my heart. Anyways, here it goes. Reviews are love!

After a few hours of driving and listening to some rock songs, we pull over at a gas station for coffee and gas. Dean pumps the gas as Sam and I go in. I follow Sam to the coffee machine, all while I'm lost in my thoughts, almost running into Sam as he stops. He glances at me before grabbing two Styrofoam cups and filling it with black coffee.

"You alright? You've been lost in thought for the last hour." I shift my weight, grabbing my cup and filling it with coffee after Sam moves.

"The lady cop told me something." Sam looks at me worriedly before muttering for me to go on as he puts the lids on the two coffees, handing one to me.

"Well first, she said that I was 19. And they didn't know my birthparents, where I came from, or my school. And she said that according to my profile report that I have been in your guy's custody since I was three." Sam only frowns slightly before coming to a realization.

"It was probably Ash. I talked to Ellen about if you got caught by police that they would probably take you back to your family. She probably told him." I nod, not really have been worrying over that. Sam notices. We take our coffees, grabbing three of those snack donuts rows, before going to check out. Paying thirty dollars for the items and gas.

"What else?" Sam asks finally after we take the items and push the door open. I step over on the side of the door and look towards the ground.

"Um…I guess, my brother-he…" I force a cough, "He has a family. A fiancée, she has a kid, and another on the way that's my brothers." I almost laugh at my patheticness as tears well in my eyes.

"That's all I ever wanted for him but now that it's happened and I won't get to um.." I bounce my foot on the ground when my voice wavers.

"And I won't get to be in their lives it just kind of hurts. Y'know? Like I don't want to leave this life. I don't not want to be with you guys, I just want to at least know that my brother's kids sort of know their aunt." I wipe the corner of my eyes and Sam bites the corner of his lip before we both slowly start walking to the impala, Dean staring at us from the driver's seat.

"If you find a way to come into contact with her, we can talk to her. Maybe meet her somewhere and we'll see what happens from then on." I couldn't be happier to have the brothers in my life right then. They've fought for me to stay in their lives, they're really trying to make me happy. And it's working. I'm happier then I have been in years. We get in the impala, ignoring Dean's questioning look, and after a second Dean drives away.

-000-

"I'm going to pull over." Dean says around Two a.m. only about six more hours until Bobby's house. I groan and look at him with the best puppy eyes I can do.

"I'm not tired. Can I just drive the rest of the way?" Dean scoffs and starts to look out the window for motels.

"Pleasseeee! You saw how good I drove it last time, I was chasing a madman and I didn't even get a scratch. It's only for six hours and I already took a nap." Dean mumbles something sounding like 'I'm gonna regret this' before pulling over on the side of the road and spinning around to face me.

"If I even see a smudge on this car I will personally kick your ass." I grin in triumph before unbuckling the seatbelt and trading seats with Dean since Sam is still asleep in the passenger seat. I climb in the driver's seat, buckling up, before waiting for Dean to get comfortable.

"Sleep tight, Dean-o." I mumble before placing my foot on the brake and shifting it into drive. Then I take my foot slowly off the brake and move onto the accelerator, quickly picking up the speed to 40 in seconds. The rumble of the engine, the soft singing of Kansas, and the pitch black darkness ahead of me equals a perfect night to sit back, relax and drive. A small smile touches my face and I lean back in my seat. Now all I have to do is keep an eye out for a gas station still open so I can get some coffee.

The next thirty minutes are filled of soft snores and soft mumbles of song lyrics from me until I see a lit up drive-through coffee house. I buy a black coffee, digging change out of the cup holders, before driving back onto the highway, sipping the coffee occasionally. And for once my thoughts are silent.

-000-

"Dea'?" I glance over as Sam starts to wake up. He squints over at me for a second until I look back to the road.

"Dean's sleeping." I take another sip of the new coffee I got a few minutes ago before glancing back at him.

"He let you drive?" His voice sounds extremely skeptical. No. I just knocked Dean out then decided to casually drive his car.

"He was tired. And I'm a good driver. So yeah, he let me drive." Sam snorts slightly before gesturing towards the coffee.

"Ugh. You can have it. I'll stop at the next one." Surprisingly, Sam doesn't complain and goes ahead to take my drink. I smile slightly and switch lanes so I can get off the highway at the next exit.

"Where are we?" Sam asks after a few seconds of only a radio broadcaster filling the silence.

"Like thirty minutes away from Bobby's." Sam nods.

"How do you know how to get there? You only there once or twice."

"My only talent is I have a good sense of direction. And I tend to remember where I am. Especially after those vampires kidnapped us. It sucked not knowing where we were." I explain and Sam nods before we let it fall silent again. A song comes on the radio. My face brightens and I look over to Sam in excitement.

"Are they playing Robert Johnson on the radio? Dude, I love that guy." I turn the radio up a few notches as Sam appears to be in thought.

"Isn't that the guy who-"

"Shhhhh! Hold on." I command before smiling at Sam and mumbling the lyrics under my breath.

"Went down to the crossroads, and fell down on my knees.
I went down to the crossroads, and fell down on my knees." I only get the two lines out before falling silent again, my thoughts getting the best of me. Is it possible to sell your soul? Probably… I wonder if I could sell my soul for my brother. They would be happy and I'd get like ten years I think…

"What's wrong?" I jump as Dean speaks. Has he been awake for awhile?

"Jesus Christ, dude. Don't do that." He puts his hands up in surrender, sending questioning eyes to Sam. Sam shrugs.

"Sorry. I was just lost in thought." As I look at the surroundings, I find that we're literally on the street leading to Bobby's. I was lost in thought for almost thirty minutes.

"You alright?" Dean asks again, his body continually shifting as if uncomfortable that he's in the backseat.

"No, I'm fine. Just thinking. We're here! I'm going to sleep for like 10 hours now." After I cut off the engine and we all clamber out of the car, we go up to the front door, making sure to knock. Bobby smiles at us before letting us in. I pretty much ignore everyone else as I grab the same blanket I used last time from the back of the couch and laying down, falling into a deep sleep. Thank God.

(The next chapter will start off with Dean or Sam's POV. And it will start immediately after this. I'm sorry, I just have a bad headache and I'm exhausted, I wanted to get a chapter in before my shift tomorrow.!)