Prequel: Carry On My Wayward Son.

Ch 6: Just admiring the beauty.

The next few days were spent in the car, etching to small jobs. We were doing little exorcisms, checking pout small hauntings, but there war nothing big going on.

"I need a shower," I groaned, sprawled out in the backseat.

"Is that was that smell is?" Dean smirked, flashing a smile that I saw in the rear view mirror.

"Oh haha," I sneered, but I knew he was joking.

"We'll go to one of those pay-by-the hour motels," Dean told me, pulling off the highway onto and exit with a Rest Stops Ahead sign.

"Oh yeah, that won't look sleazy. Two guys and one girl heading into a by-the-hour motels," I laughed, sitting up. "How classy."

"Do you want a shower or not?" Dean asked, then he added, "I'll join you if you stop complaining."

"You think you're funny, don't you?" I replied, but I couldn't stop a smile from playing across my lips. Dean had been making jokes like that ever since we left Cassie's town.

We pulled up to the motel and Dean ran in to pay for an hour long stay, so I woke up Sam. He'd been sleeping in the passenger seat for hours. "Wake up," I said, trying to shake him, but he was a heavy sleeper. And he was solid, I couldn't get him to budge. "You freakin moose, wake up!"

When all else failed, I pulled his hair. He jumped away, gutting his head on the roof if the car. I smiled DVD tapped his nose,  "Morning, Sleeping Beauty."

He looked at me awkwardly, obviously not awake yet. Dean cane out from the office with a jetty in his hand. He grinned, "They sell condoms at the desk. I can go back and get some."

"What's going on?" Sam asked in confusion, getting out of the car and ribbing his head.

"Shut up," I laughed, punching Dean in the shoulder. Then I turned to Sam, "We're just showing and hitting the road again."

We grabbed our bags and headed in the room, which had one bed with a sheet and a pillow, a table, and a lamp that had probably been used as a murder weapon.

"I call the shower first," I said, scampering over to it.

Before I could close the door, Dean grabbed it and snickered, "Lets save water."

Before I could find the words to say back, San grunted, "You just left Cassie the days ago."

Dean shrugged and let go of the door, jumping on the bed, which bounced, creaked, and squeaked underneath him. He shrugged, "Cassie and I are good at a few things. Being together isn't one of them."

I rolled my eyes and shut the bathroom door, hopping in the shower. I stayed in there for a while, washing my hair twice and singing Def Leppard songs loudly. I could hear the boys imitating me in the other room.

I emerged dressed in a pair of jeans and a gray t-shirt, with wet hair. Sam took all my dirty clothes and headed to the laundry room to wash them.

Dean got in the shower, grinning some crude remark that I didn't even listen to, and I used Sam's laptop to search for something to do. There was nothing going on anywhere, I couldn't believe it.

When Sam got back, Dean sat back on the bed. It groaned underneath him, but he didn't mind. I was sitting at the table, and I could feel his eyes on me. I turned around in my chair, "What's up?"

"You're cute," He smiled, his green eyes twinkling.

"Shut up," I scoffed.

"I'm serious."

"No, you're lonely," I corrected him.

"Fine, maybe I'm lonely," He said, getting up ave walking to the door, probably to go check on the laundry. "But you're still cute."