The car was coming to a stop when Abby had fully awakened. Sam had fallen asleep himself at some point only to feel his little sister's finger pressing into his face until Sam said, "Abby, please stop. I'm tired." But Abby kept poking her finger into his face. "Abs, stooop!" he laughed. "I'm trying to sleep."

But she was relentless, eventually moving her index finger from his cheek to his forehead, his chin, and finally, his nose.

"But, Sammy… I'm bored."

"And how exactly does poking every part of my face fix that?"

Abby shrugged her shoulders. Sam's reactions were funny to her. He must have been out of it at least for a few minutes. She had been doing that for about ten before he started to stir and swat her hand away.

Sam sighed, repositioning himself to be a little more comfortable. Or maybe it was so he could get a better look at the back seat. Recalling his time as a seven-year-old, there was always a road trip bag filled with something to entertain the boys until their dad decided they were old enough to begin their hunter training.

"Abby, I asked you to stop." Abby moved behind Sam's reclined seat and slapped her hands on the sides of Sam's face like a toddler. He grabbed her wrists in response so she couldn't get away from the tickle attack that was encroaching. "Abigail Olivia, don't make me come back there." He was kidding, of course, but Abby thought it was true. Had it been Dean, she never would have tested those words. But it wasn't Dean, so she gave his head a light smack with her palm.

She let out a high pitched squeal as she felt her body being dragged forward. Abby squirmed, giggling as she tried to get away from the offending fingers.

"DD!" she cried out in a fit of giggles. "Help!... Okay, I'll stop poking you!" she continued laughing, even after Sam had stopped.

He returned the seat to its upright position. Abby was now hanging upside down, still in his arms. "Sammy?"

"Yeah, Shortround?" She started poking again. "Just how bored are you?" he asked, swatting her hand away again. "You know what. Dean's getting gas and food. Why don't we walk around the car? Stretch your legs?"

"Sammy!" she whined. "I have to pee."

"You couldn't have said that before I started tickling you?" Sam sighed. "Come on."

He walked her to the door, opening it long enough for Dean to see them. Sam pointed first to Abby, then the bathroom, signaling to his brother that she was in there with him. Dean nodded before Sam turned around and headed back to the car.

Once Abby was done in the bathroom, she went to find Dean looking through the aisles of snacks. She immediately reached for packs of dingdongs and twinkies. Dean didn't have a problem with feeding himself with junk food, but he wasn't about to let a seven-year-old get hyped up on that much sugar when he had to spend hours in the same car.

"Not a chance," Dean said as he snatched the pastries from the little girl. "You, Little Miss Energizer Bunny, get healthy foods."

"Bu-"

"Don't you but DD me, Little Lady. Put myself through that torture once… I'm not doing it again. Grab a juice, milk and some cereal. I'm gonna get something for Sam and me. Remember what I said."

"Juice, milk, cereal and-"

"No candy. I don't want you getting my car all sticky, again."

"Aw!" Abby whined as she went looking for the juice first. She found a nice big bottle that would take several days to finish, and brought it to Dean. He gave her a look that asked if this was a joke and had her put it back. "You told me to get juice, DD. I got juice."

"Smaller, Abs. You even think about drinking that much and you'll need a bathroom every five minutes if we're lucky. Put it back."

Abby put the bottle back on the shelf. "It's too high."

"The juice, or the milk?"

"Both."

"And the, uh… and the cereal bars?"

"I don't like them."

"You? You don't like sugary cereal? With marshmallows?" Dean asked with a heaping doubt. He led her to the cereals anyway and picked out a few different kinds of bars he knew she liked. She was just saying she didn't like them because of her obsession with juice.

Then he went to the wall of refrigerators. Couldn't help but think Out of reach? He looked at Abby, then back at the clear glass door. Abby. Door. Abby.

"Wanna tell me why you couldn't reach something lower than your eye level?"

She just crossed her arms and scowled. "Daddy would have grabbed them for me." But Dean wasn't letting up, so she grasped the handle and tried to pull. After a few attempts that Dean found humorous, the door's suction released, smacking her in the forehead.

"You okay, Shortround?" Abby stumbled back holding her hand to her head, clearly unprepared for a door to attack her. She nodded. "Okay. I'll pay for this stuff. You go back out to the car with Sammy. I'll be watching from the door," he finished.

From the car, Sam had seen Abby carry the large bottle of juice and laughed when she pouted. Dean must have told her to put it back. He watched from the open car door as she came running out the shop. Dean gave him a look to let him know she was now his responsibility for the time being.

He was looking through Dean's box of cassette tapes when little hands grabbed the other side of the box to look as well.

"Whatcha doin', Sammy?"

"Just, a- looking at some music, Munchkin. Wanna help?"

"DD doesn't let me touch his music. He thinks I'll break one."

"And why would he think that?" Sam asked with a smirk.

She sifted through the box now that she had supervision and pulled out the cassette she had broken a month ago. It was split in half, the tape spilling out. Dean couldn't bring himself to throw it away, but there was a replacement in a case that was labeled Abby, no looky, no touchy.

"Oh, Abs. You broke his Metallica tape?"

"I barely touched it!" she whined.

Sam put the box back in the middle of the front seat and got out to open the back door for his sister.

Dean rifled through a box of fake ID's, removing two US Marshall badges. There were local officers gathered on a bridge. An accident of some sort had taken place.

"Check it out," he said, pointing toward the scene. Sam leaned forward for a closer look. Dean killed the engine.

"Okay, so what do we do about Abby?"

"We're Marshalls, today. If they see her with our badges, they'll assume we're just transporting a witness or something… Not sure you noticed, but it's a little hard to hide seven-year-old, Sammy. Kid may be tiny but she's not as small as she used to be." The brothers opened their doors and exited the car. "Stay in the car, Shortround."

"It's never safe in the car."

The doors closed. Sam went around the trunk of the car. There was silence between them until they were nearly shoulder to shoulder.

"Where'd she learn that from?"

"Some TV show. I don't really know. We didn't exactly have eyes on her twenty-four/seven so I have no idea what she learned from the tube."

They walked into the crime scene like they belong there. Sam had picked it back up as if he'd never left.

Waiting for her brothers to return to the car was boring as she had nothing to entertain herself. So, naturally, she started kicking the seat in front of her until she left scuff marks on the leather. Her eyes widened as she recalled the last mess she'd made in the car. Dean had made her clean it up, which was hard to do because it was a glitter bomb. She knew how much her brother loved his car, so she unbuckled her seatbelt to look under the seats for something to remove the offending marks.

Abby waved her hand under the passenger seat, finding nothing, so she moved on to the driver's seat. Dean liked to hide things he'd confiscated from her under his seat. It was like the Bermuda triangle. Once an item went there, she more than likely was never going to see it again because he'd throw it away or drop it in a charity's toy box while she was sleeping.

Earlier in the week, he had done just that with a toy she'd found at the gas station. A tub of gooey, sticky slime. Abby pulled it out, not noticing the air bubble that had developed. She'd used one like it before to clean up her last mess, so she thought it'd work for this one.

Just because the car wasn't hot didn't mean something hadn't happened to the tub's contents because when she opened it to use it on the scuff marks, the lid popped off, and... POOF! Glittery slime suddenly covered every surface of the car. Dean was going to kill her, and if possible, bring her back, make her clean Baby, and then kill her again.

"DD always said go big or go home," she said, rifling through the triangle under the driver's seat to find more of her glitter bombs. She put one in the box of cassette tapes, then emptied a few into the air vents.

She'd tried to clean the scuff marks only to make things worse with the glitter slime.

There was paper and pen in the front seat. She stood to her feet, folding her torso over the top in order to reach them. With the paper and pen now in her hands, she sat back and wrote AOW is not the droid you are looking for. Dean always kept the child locks on whenever she was in the car so her only option was to do what she'd done last time.

She hid in the trunk.

From the bridge, Sam saw glitter and something gooey on the car windows. Like Abby, Sam knew how much his dad and Dean loved this car. It took everything in his power to keep from laughing and he was failing. He'd even covered his mouth. "Uh, Dean?"

"What? What's so funny?"

Sam gave up trying to hide his laughter and he bent over, hands to his knees as he pointed to Dean's precious car.

Dean looked to Baby with his eyes open wider than saucers as he stuttered. His hand out toward Abby's latest victim. Dean tried not to scream sister's name with all the FBI agents and local officers around, so he just growled and grit his teeth saying, "Again?! I'm gonna kill her."

Dean calmly approached the Impala so as not to draw attention from anyone else. Sam followed behind, laughter coming through his nose because he wouldn't let it out of his mouth.

"Not funny, Sammy!"

"It's a little funny, Dean."

"You know something..." he said remembering where she hid last time. "You're right, Sammy. It is funny. And why do I think it's funny?"

Sam paused. "What do you mean by again? She did this before?"

"Last month. Found her hiding in the trunk... That's where all your stuff is, isn't it?" Sam grit his teeth together like Dean had, grinding them before sucking in air. "And I don't think I need to tell you how glitter leaves a trail. Especially when it comes from kiddie grenades."

"My laptop... I'm gonna kill her," Sam replied.

"Take a number... The slime and whatever else she did was probably an accident. But the glitter bombs? If any of those go off, kid's gonna need therapy when I'm done with her."

The brothers opened their respective car doors and stepped inside.

"So... we're just gonna drive off while she's still in the trunk?" Sam asked.

"I'm not gonna pull a child out of the trunk with a bunch of cops watching. I'd be charged with kidnapping my own sister."

The cassette they had been listening to had come to an end before stopping at the crime scene. Dean put his hand in the box without looking. His head fell back. He removed his hand from the box to find it coated in glitter.

"Damn... my tapes are ruined. Abby!"

Sam found her note. "Dean..."

"Out of the trunk, Obi-Wan. When we get to a hotel, you're cleaning this mess up, Droid I'm looking for."