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We were woken up by Dean dropping bags by the door and hollering about needing "to leave in the next hour unless we dodn't want to stop for breakfast."

"Jesus Dean it's only eight." I moaned snuggling down deeper into Sam's arms.

"Don't care. I've been awake for hours." Dean yelled as he marched down the hall.

"That's what I was afraid of..." Sam sighed.

"Hey. We got this, remember?" I smiled reassuringly and quickly placed a dozen or so kisses on his forehead before half falling half rolling off the couch. I was a bit stiff from the tight quarters of last night but nothing a little anti inflammatory couldn't handle.

"Yeah you look like you really got it together." Sam teased sitting himself up and quickly fixing his hair.

"Whatever Moose Man. I'm going to shower don't let him leave without me." I called over my shoulder as I shuffled down the hall.

My shower quickly turned into a private panic session.

What if Sam is right and Metatron takes me over? I don't even know how to use what I know I have what if he knows more and I actually am deadly? What if he turns me on the boys?

My thoughts just kept getting worse and worse until I found myself crouched down in a little ball under the slowly cooling stream of water.

"Gingy hurry your ass up Sam has already been in and out of the shower! Let's go!" Dean hollered through the door bringing me back to my task at hand.

Hey, that won't happen. No one can control you anymore remember? Jonathan isn't around and Metatron is just a glorified douchebag.

I ended my shower after making sure to shave and quickly got dressed in my hunting skinny jeans and the same leather jacket I had met Sam in, all the while reassuring myself that all my controllability had been used up. Dean ushered us out the door having already packed for us, forcing me to do my makeup in the car meaning I got the front seat until we stopped for food.

"You know I could have just zapped us there and we could be done by now." I commented as I finished my light eyeshadow and began curling my lashes.

"No." Dean grumbled.

"Why not?" I asked looking at him through my eyelash curler.

He gave me the 'you're rediculous' look but answered my question none the less, "my digestive tract doesn't agree with it." He muttered.

Sam snickered in the back and I just gave him the 'bullshit' glare.

"You kept your food down last night." I pointed out.

"Yeah but it's not going anywhere." He complained. Sam couldn't keep it in anymore and let out a howl of laughter from the backseat. I tried to keep a straight face but it was useless and I lost it.

"Deany need some laxitaves?" I teased.

"Shut up." He snapped.

"Oh nay nay! I will not let this one go. Karma's a bitch isn't she?" I trilled with laughter. We came to a stop light and Dean let his head fall on the steering wheel as Sam and I continued making jokes and puns until they got so bad they were tumblr worthy.

Not too long after Sam said "Hey Dean have you heard of the movie Constipation?" And I followed up with "no Sammy it hasn't come out yet!" our laughter and giggles died down and we were relatively quiet.

After stopping for one of the most unhealthy breakfasts besides McDonalds and switching seats Dean turned on some soft oldies rock and Sam was out in minutes.