Supernatural | Teen Wolf

002: WEREWOLVES

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werewolves
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DARIEN SAT IN THE BACK OF THE IMPALA as her brothers sat in front, in silence. She rolled her eyes and groaned.

"Why don't you guys ever sing or talk?" Darien leans forward.

"Sammy is looking for a gig." Dean replies.

"Can't find one either." Sam says putting down his phone.

She leaned back into the seat and looked out the little window to see a lot of trees. Hills, trails and a burned down house.

"Hey, where are we?" Darien asks.

"Beacon Hills, California." Dean replied.

"Trying to see if there's anything here." Sam finishes.

"Alright, move over." Darien says as she unbuckles herself. "I'm hopping up front."

The boys move over and make room for her as climbed over the seat and got comfy between both of her brothers. To be honest, she was surprised that Dean hadn't put on Metallica by now. But she ignored it.

"Have you thought about where you want to stay?" Sam asks.

"No." Dean and Darien say in unison. "He was asking me!"

"Would you guys stop that?" Sam complains. "I'm talking to both of you."

"I was thinking that little motel right there." Dean points out a cozy looking motel.

"Look at that one." Darien points to the one beside it.

"No." Dean says.

Darien doesn't even argue because she knows that she'll never win that argument. Especially since Dean always pays for the place. They pulled over into the parking lot. Dean went in, Sam and Darien waited in the impala for further directions.

"There's seriously no gigs at all?" Darien asks dumbfounded.

"Nada." Sam closes the paper. "It's oddly quiet."

"Come on, Sammy." Darien says. "I know you can and will find a gig."

"Sammy, Darien, let's go." Dean says as he opens the trunk.

Darien hops out of the impala and heads for the back to grab her duffle bag and the other bags with everything else. Then they headed for the room.

It had two beds, a little kitchen area and a bathroom. Not much, but she had to admit, it was better than the other motels they have stayed at. Without hesitation, they sat around the small round table and Sam grabbed the laptop as Dean looked for some food.

"I can pick some food up?" Darien suggests.

"Not a chance." Dean chuckled. "I'll pick some food up."

"Then I'll come with you while Sammy looks for a gig." Darien shrugs.

"Fine." Dean smirks. "Let's go. What do you want Sammy?"