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chapter 6

picture above : the 1965 Chevrolet Chevelle Malibu SS that your father passed on down to you after his gruesome death. This will be your Baby, or otherwise known as 'Sugar'

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After a few hours of researching, the three of you hadn't realized it was dark. It was about 6 at night when your stomach began to growl. You looked up from your computer and saw that Sam was also working, but Dean was just sitting there. He was cleaning his gun, like he did whenever he was bored.

Dean looked up at you, and the two of you made eye contact again. Both of your eye's drowned in one anothers as you admired the colors. His autumn green kinda felt like a keyhole to your own set. After about a minute or two of just staring, your stomach growled again. Sam heard it too, because his did the same thing

You closed your laptop and looked at the two boys. "We've been researching for hours. You think we can go out & get bar food? I need nachos asap." you said, leaning back in your chair. Sam nodded and closed his laptop as well. "When we were driving down to Charlotte's earlier, I saw a nice little bar on the main road. We could go there." he said, making eye contact with his brother across the room.

Dean put his gun down and nodded. "I'm down. Do they have good beer?" he said. You let out a little laugh & grabbed your wallet that was on the table. When the three of you got back to the hotel, you all got into comfort clothes. Which obviously was jeans, a shirt, and flannel overtop.

For you, you liked to stand out. You had on a pair of ripped skinny jeans, a black t-shirt, and a nice grey & blue flannel. Your boots were kinda comfortable actually, you recently got them after a werewolf tore your old ones to shreds. When you first changed, you KNEW Dean would check you out. It's what he does.

Sam pulled you out of your thoughts when he turned and asked you about the food. "You ready Y/N?", he said to you. He had already grabbed his jacket and Dean was starting up the Impala. You nodded and quickly grabbed you phone & jacket as you walked out of the motel room. Grabbing your keys, you made your way to Sugar. The Chevelle was parked next to the Winchester's little beauty, and you decided to show her off as well.

Sugar was a white 1965 Chevrolet Chevelle SS, and was originally your father's before he passed it down to you. You hopped into the driver's seat, and smiled as you patted the wheel. The key's turned into the slot as her engine roared to life, and then the Winchester's Impala roared as well. A wide smile grew on your face as you pressed play on your radio, and the beginning notes of a song played. You switched the gears and reversed, pulling out of the parking spot and out of the lot. The Impala had pulled out before you, so you were following Sam and Dean as long the main road.

Sugar roared down the main road behind the Impala, and both motors created a signature noise only few people will know. As you looked ahead, you could see through the back windshield and see that the boys were having a conversation. You could see Sam laughing and Dean smiling brightly.

His smile just...tugged at your heart, didn't it? It's beautiful one at least. No words can describe that man, and you were stunned to see him just be himself. You were dragged out of your thoughts when you saw that the Impala had turned on her turn signal, and pulled into a nice bar across the road. You followed in, and found a nice spot next to the two boys.

The music stopped coming from your speakers as you took out the car keys & slid them into your pocket. You got out of the car, and saw that the boys seemed to have a stressed argument. Their noises couldn't be heard, due to the closed windows. So, you leaned against the front of Sugar, putting your two hands across your chest. Looking up at the sky, you admired the clouds & stars.