You drove out to pick up some clothes and necessities after that and even though Sam wasn't completely sure, you promised you wouldn't split.
You came back to the bunker, using the spare key they loaned you, still in Dean's shirt. It was comfortable and smelt nice, so you didn't feel like wearing the clothes you bought when you had perfectly clean clothes on already.
Driving back, you couldn't remember the last time you had washed your jeep, so parking it near Baby, you decided to give it a hose down. Sam helped you get the hose out and found you a bucket for the soap and sponge. You changed out of your jeans into some black shorts, tied up your hair in a loose ponytail, and got to work. You knew you'd probably end up getting more wet than the car, but it was a warm sunny day and you didn't have a hunt in sight, so you had the time.
You plugged in some headphones, blasting some of your favorite songs, and started scrubbing it down. About ten minutes into it, you heard some distant shouting, so you popped a headphone off to check and make sure you weren't imagining it.
"Son of a bitch!" You heard the all too familiar angry voice of the one and only, "You've got to be shitting me, Y/n."
"What?" You asked, taking your other headphone out as well and turning to Dean who had his arms in the air and his neck was red in anger.
"You're getting Baby wet!" He yelled.
Turning to look where he was staring, you saw there was a small area on the front door that probably got sprayed when you did the top of the jeep.
"You do realize it rains out here, right?" You smirked, trying not to laugh at the dramatic reaction he was having.
"That's what the garage is for." He shot back.
"Alright, fine," You rolled your eyes, and taking a few paper towels to wipe it off, "There. Happy?"
He mumbled something you didn't catch and then finally let his eyes landed on you.
"Might as well keep the shirt." He huffed, walking past you and back into the bunker.
You looked down and saw that it had a hunk of bubbles on it and was pretty wet, but nothing irreversible so you didn't know why it upset him so much.
Finishing up, you ran into the brothers coming out.
"Hunt?" You asked, hopeful, and Sam sighed while Dean went ahead to the car.
"Yeah, but we got this." He smiled and yours fell.
"Okay, I'll find another."
Before he could protest, you went inside and shut the door.
You had wrung out your shirt outside, but it was still pretty damp. You threw your clothes into the washer and changed back into your jeans along with another shirt.
Taking your laptop with you, you found a table in the library and started searching for hunts. After about twenty minutes of searching, you found a possible haunting in a small town called Adairville, Kentucky. The population is less than a thousand, which usually makes it easier because people tend to know everything about everything in small towns.
You packed your stuff quickly, and before you left you decided to leave a note. You weren't used having people around that might wonder where you went, but you knew if you texted them, they'd just tell you not to go by yourself.
It was easy to leave without being questioned because Cas and Jack took a hunt up north before the brothers even left on theirs.
You always enjoyed long rides and this one was no exception. Arriving in Kentucky, you found the cheapest motel, and this town was so small it only had one, before pulling out the information you had on the case.
