Dakota Elizabeth Winchester

Chapter 25: Route 666 Part 1

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Dakota was looking at a map resting on top of the Impala, trying to find a way to get them to their next case without having to take too much of a detour. Sam was inside grabbing food and Dean was listening to his messages.

"Okay, So I think I found a way we can get around that construction East of here." Dakota said looking up from her map at Dean who was messing around with his phone, "Or we can just sit in hours of traffic, if you'd rather." She sassed, but he still didn't pay attention to her.

Sam walked out of the gas station with a bag in his hands and asked, "So, how's it going?"

"Well, I think I found a way to get us to Pennsylvania faster than we thought, but someone isn't listening." Dakota yelled the last part.

Dean hung up his phone and started walking to the front of the car, "I am listening. Change of plans, we aren't going to Pennsylvania."

Dakota threw the map into the air while giving her brother her best bitchface. Sam let out a laugh of disbelief and asked, "Wait, what?"

"I just got a call from an old friend. Her father was killed last night, she thinks it may be our kinda thing." Dean explained as he climbed into the front seat. "And believe me she never would have called if she didn't need us." When Sam and Dakota hesitiated he rolled his eyes and sassed, "Common! You guys comin or what?"

Dakota climbed into the car mentally going through a list of girls who would never want to call Dean, but decided that list was too long to figure out who his "old friend" was.

About 30 minutes into the ride Dean explained the case to them and Sam asked, "So by old friend you mean...?"

"A friend who is not new." Dean said and

Dakota rolled her eyes, "Right, thanks." She leaned forward in her seat so she could lean her elbows on the top of the bench seat in front of her, letting her head come up right between her brothers.

"Her name's Cassie." Dean confessed.

"Cassie. You've never mentioned her." Sam pointed out, but Dakota wasn't so sure. She could've sworn she'd heard Dean talk about a Cassie before. Maybe it had been while Sam was at school.

"Yeah, we went out." Dean said.

"You mean you dated someone? For more than one night?" Sam asked crossing his arms across his chest and getting a very smug look on his face.

"Am I speaking a language you don't understand? Dad, Dakota, and I were working a job in Athens, Ohio. She was finishing up college and we went out for a couple weeks." Dean explained.

"Wait, this is that Cassie? The one that had you walking around with a blush and a stupid grin for two weeks!?" Dakota recalled. "It was a few months after you left." She explained to Sam. She remembered that hunt very clearly now: Dad had wanted them to stay behind and do research, even though they were old enough to help. Dean had met Cassie of their first day in town and they spent every day together for two weeks either in Dakota and Dean's motel room or at Cassie's house. They were disgustingly cute and were always all over each other.

"Look, what happened to her dad is terrible, but it kinda sounds like a standard car accident. I just don't know that it fits with what we do." Sam confessed.

"Yeah, and by the way, how does she know what we do?" Dakota asked. Dean's silence was answer enough.

"You told her!?" Sam and Dakota yelled out at the same time.