No Longer Will Darkness Prevail

"KETCHOW!"

Finally the sun came up and we got ready to check out the places.

I had decided to take the farthest building for the hell of it.

When I bought clothes earlier, I made sure to buy something for hunting.

I stood by the door-impatiently-wearing a black spaghetti strap with a blue plaid button-up, which I left unbuttoned, a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, and combat boots.

I had one knife tucked into each side of my waistband, and one tucked into my right boot.

I crossed my arms over my chest and waited some more.

"You morons better hurry before I go and hot wire that Impala," I threatened.

Deans head snapped up and he glared at me.

I smirked.

"You don't know how to hot wire," Sam said shaking his slowly.

"Wanna find out?" I asked still smirking.

"No!" Dean said quickly.

I laughed.

"Then hurry up!" I said.

"And I'm not a moron," Dean grumbled.

"Yes you are," Sam an I chorused.

Sam and I looked at each other then started laughing.

Dean glared at both of us then stood up from his bed.

"Let's go!" Dean said.

I opened the door and was in the back seat before they even got to the door.

"I would figure you would have taken shot-gun," Sam said getting in.

I shrugged.

"I thought I should be nice, since I'm going to the first to get out," I said.

Dean got in and started the Impala.

He drove and hit the high way.

My stop was in the main town.

Where we were staying-and where my house use to be-sat right on the outside of town.

On the high way Dean hit the gas.

"KETCHOW!" I said loudly.

Both guys looked over their shoulder at me.

Dean could only look for a moment before he looked back at the road.

Instead he looked at me in the rear-view mirror.

"What?" I asked innocently.

Sam started laughing.

A few minutes later a semi truck was in front of us, forcing Dean to slow down.

After a minute he got impatient and went around.

He put the peddle to the meddle and we went faster.

"KETCHOW!" I repeated.

Sam laughed and I saw Dean crack a smile.

As soon as we past the semi Dean merged back on to our side of the road and didn't slow down.

We made it to town and he dropped me off in front of a six story abandoned building.

I hopped out and crouched down to look in through Deans window.

"Call me when your own your way back," I said.