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AN: this is the last slightly boring/set up part so just bare with me. It gets good at the end I promise.
I felt like shit that morning when our alarm went off at five. I lifted my head off Sam's chest and immediately felt nauseous with a screaming headache and a strong need to pee.
"Morning Sunshine." Sam croaked as he reached out to shut off the alarm and turn on the lamp.
I groaned in response and rolled off of him, swinging my legs off the bed and sitting up.
Not a good idea.
My stomach threw a fit at the sudden movement but only enough to make me severely uncomfortable. I rubbed my temples and mentally gave myself a 'you can get up' pep talk as I felt Sam get up.
"Coffee?" He asked as he hopped into his sweats.
"Maybe..." I groaned, slowly getting up and searching for a shirt to wear that would cover my butt better than the tank top I was wearing.
"You feeling okay?" He asked, turning around to look at me after opening the door, "You usually beat me to the coffee machine."
"Yeah... I've just got a little headache..." I waved him off as I gave up my search on the floor.
"Okay..." Sam muttered as he headed out the door still stumbling a little from his sleep.
I stumbled to my room to change and grab my clothes for the next few days or maybe weeks and met the boys in the kitchen a few minutes later being greeted by cold cereal and toast.
"You really went all out on this one didn't you?" I teased Dean halfheartedly as I plopped down in a seat and poured myself some lucky charms.
"Yep. All the way to the store." He retorted tossing Sam a bottle of pills as he spoke, "Now eat and drink and drug yourself. We have two days worth of driving to do."
Sam set the ibuprofen bottle and cup of coffee down in front of me with a smile.
"Thanks Samson." I mumbled as he kissed my forehead.
A half hour or so later the meds finally kicked all the way in and and my headache was gone along with my nausea. We drove like normal, taking shifts at the wheel and not stopping for more than the bathroom (which I caused a lot of) or food until everyone felt like we were about to die. Which was at 3 the next morning.
We stumbled into a hotel and dropped for 4 hours before packing up and taking off again after a round of showers.
I got to sleep in the car for a bit longer but when I woke up I felt like shit again. I tried watching the road, thinking it was just carsickness, but that made it worse so I tried lying down and deep breathing.
"You good back there Gingy?" Dean asked causing me to jump a little bit. I sat up to see Sam had fallen asleep and a mile marker that said we were a long way out.
"Yeah. I'm great!" I lied, plastering a fake smile on my lips for the full effect.
"You look a little too green to be great." He observed.
"I probly just need some food. Oh and I need to pee again." I said dismissively as I laid back down.
"Aright. There's this great burger place in about twenty miles. C' you wait that long?" He asked.
At his words my stomach did a backflip causing me to groan and turn over to face the back rests.
"Well you're going to have to, we just passed the last exit till then." He grunted.
Awesome. Can't wait.
Brunch was greasy and miserable. I choked down some fries and pieces of Sam's chicken under two sets of watchful eyes.
"You sure you're okay Sunshine?" Sam finally asked as the waitress made her final attempt to get his attention by practically dragging her boobs across his face.
She gave me a dirty jealous look as I nodded and laid my head on his shoulder, not even caring that she nearly molested him the entire time.
"I'm callin bullshit." Dean decided, slamming the cash on the table and sliding out of the booth, "Usually you would have almost jumped that girl for hitting on Sammy here. You just nibbled and stared at your food." He observed as we strolled out to Baby.
"I'm okay. It's not that bad." I reiterated, leaning on Sam because my legs were kind of weak.
"You're sick babe-"
"No I'm fucking fine." I growled, peeling myself off of him and strutting ahead of them back to the car suddenly really aggravated with the boys.
We drove about three more hours in which I managed to get a nap. I was woken up by the boys talking and I was about to tell them to shut up until I realized they were talking about me.
"-and she was pretty moody all the way here. I'm just kinda worried." Dean said, sounding like he had just finished a laundry list of argument points.
I heard Sam sigh like he does when he's worried but trying to suppress it, "She said she's fine Dean. She doesn't have a fever so it's not a virus but she doesn't like talking about period stuff so until proven otherwise, that's my theory." Sam countered slapping his hands on his thigh like he was at the end of his rope of knowledge.
He is wonderful. Oh my god. Thank you for reminding me Sam. I will stock my purse with tampons now.
I faked sleep until we got to the hotel and bounced out of the back seat when we parked.
"Okay, Fed Threads?" I asked the boys as I swung my bag over my shoulder and waltzed into the hotel room.
"You feel up for it?" Sam questioned, following me close behind.
"Yeah! I think that nap did me good!" I sang in response. Dean gave me a funny look that I don't usually see from him, thinking and worry, but only nodded in response to my statement.
"Mkay, suit up! We should probly hit up the local station first." Dean ordered, shaking his head and moving past our little concerned moment.
The cops didn't want to help us find our "witness" mostly because I was a woman and they were all sexist ass holes. So I went and sat in the car absolutely fuming while the boys played along with their disdain to get info. They were shown the map of the homeless camps and other such places by the locals with plenty of glances my way. I was beyond pissed. It's not like it hadn't happened before, but it made me irate when the locals would smirk at me through the window and roll their eyes before looking away.
When the boys finally did make it out to the car I had worked myself up into a tizzy and was completely ready to strangle one of them.
"Have fun berrating all of womankind?" I asked bitterly as they slid into the car and closed their doors at the same kind.
"Yeah! It was great! I mean we totally didn't tell them off as we left or anything." Dean retorted with his highest level of sarcasm.
Sam turned around and grabbed my hand, "We got you Sunshine." He reassured me with a smile as squeeze of my hand.
I smiled back and felt myself getting a little choked up, "thank you." I murmured, praying my nose wasn't turning red.
Dean shot me a funny look in the rear view, "Are you approaching Shark Week?"
"Could be." I shrugged, pulling myself together, "What did the sexist bastards tell you?" I asked changing the subject.
"He's been working 'miracles' so some philanthropist put him up at a hotel by the river. Goes out every night to bring," Dean paused to turn around and raid his hands in air quotes, "'dual salvation' to the poor."
"He's presenting himself as the Messiah to these poor bastards then using them for vessels or foot soldiers." Sam added with a shake of his head as Dean pulled onto the main road.
"Sounds grand... So where do we hit him?" I asked leaning forward onto their seat backs.
Skip ahead to midnight and we were all squatting in the bushes that surrounded Metatron's hotel parking lot freezing our asses off. We could see him and Gadreel mulling about by the door but they kept getting in arguments right before Metatron would go to leave. Finally, after an hour of kneeling in the dirt, Metatron stormed out with Gadreel on his heels.
When they had driven out of sight we all stood up with cracking joints and achey muscles.
"Next time, I pick our hiding spot." Sam winced, cracking his back.
"Okay Gigantor..." Dean rolled his eyes and stepped over the bushes and waltzed right up to the front door. He knocked a few times just to make sure it was empty and began picking the lock.
When the door opened he was still hunched over so I got a full view of the room.
There were two angels standing with grins on their faces and blades pointed at the figure sitting with it's head lolled to the side between them. The figure in the bloody, ripped, off-kilter trench coat.