Oh, What A Bad Idea (A Supernatural Fanfiction)

Sixteen

Sometimes, I wished I could share a room with the guys again. I liked the sound of snoring. It fills up the silence of the room and it's nice to know someone is there with you. I would have slept longer if I'd remembered to shut the curtains last night, but the sun invaded the room and shined in on my face, keeping me from the dream world.

I got up with the intention of taking a shower, and popped a CD into the stereo and turned up the volume. I was about to go into the bathroom when I thought about leaving the bathroom door open and decided I'd give the guys the heads up if they came into my room. I put the 'Do Not Disturb' sign up outside and hopped in. That was a fruitless task. I heard the door close, followed by "Oh, Jesus. Sorry." from Dean over the music and door slamming again. I kept my back to him so he didn't get to see to much of me, but I didn't get to see his face, either; I'm sure it was priceless.

I got dressed, still humming the last song that played, and packed up the loose items floating around the room. Quieting the humming when I knocked on the guy's door. Dean answered, "See that, Dean?" I pointed at the open door, "It's called knocking. It's considered polite." It started serious, but I left it off with a smile, "It's cool, dude. Just read the signs first, next time." I walked in the room and sat down on one of the beds next to a dufflebag.

Sam walked out of the bathroom, "What was that about?"

I looked to Dean to answer, "Nothing." He blew it off and finished packing, "What do you got?"

He sighed, giving up. I'll tell him about it if he asks. "Luke Wallace. He ate razor blade filled candy, but the candy was untouched and sealed in it's original packaging."

"A witch, maybe?" I asked.

"Maybe. How far away?" Dean zipped up his bag and faced us.

"About a day."

"Okay, I'm gonna run for coffee." I said, picking up my bag and turning to leave.

"Hey, Kay?" Dean said.

I turned back, "Yeah?"

"Get me some pie, will ya?"

"What do we say?"

"Please." Dean said.

"Now." Sam said.

They said at the same time. Dean looked at Sam and gave him the silent 'What was that?'. I pointed at Sam, "That's right." I left the room and put my stuff in the car, before running across the street to a gas station.

***

"So, what's 'Doodle Bug'?" Dean asked mid journey.

"What?" I sat up and leaned on the front seat.

"Your tattoo."

"Oh, it's a nickname from when I was a kid."

"What tattoo?" Sam asked, looking up from the map.

"The one on my shoulder blade."

"'Doodle bug'?" He said it like a bully from 3rd grade.

Hey! "Yeah, I drew a lot." I defended.

"Alright. Alright." Dean cut it.

"Sorry." Sam shrugged.

"It's fine." I leaned back.

The car stayed in relative silence until we stopped and bought candy. Then Dean and I started arguing over which types were mine or his, Sam eventually intervened and split it for us, and from there we traded. We made it to the town by nightfall and decided we'd work the case in the morning. We, meaning Dean and I, didn't quite feel like going to bed just yet, so we dropped of Sam and headed to the bar. I combed out my hair and put on a tiny bit of makeup.