Winchester or Angel?

4. Music

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I sit in the front passenger seat of Dean's 1967 Chevy Impala, thankful to Cas for sitting in the back and giving me shotgun.

Although it might have something to do with my calling 'shotgun' as we were leaving.

I reach up to turn on the stereo, hyper aware of Dean staring holes into my hand.

"Uh-uh. Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts their cakehole." Dean says, almost seeming to be joking.

I reply with what I think to be cleverness. "Nope. Driver steers the vehicle while shotgun steers the music. Don't worry, I'll play your music. Mostly."

"Fine. But only cuz you're pretty." Dean says. I think he's going a little easy on me because I lost my friend, and because I'm being 'hunted down'.

I open the glove compartment, unearthing a wide assortment of 80's rock tapes.

"Niiiice." I comment, impressed by the collection. I surf through the tapes discovering Kansas, Journey, Styx, AC|DC, Guns N' Roses, Warrant, and finally the one I was searching for, Bon Jovi.

I pull out the tape of Bon Jovi, stick it in the tape player, and then hit play. The first song to come on is Livin' On a Prayer.

"Woah, seriously? Bon Jovi?" Dean asks sarcastically.

"Yes, seriously. Bon Jovi is one of the best bands there is. They always have rocked, and always will." I retort, proud of the music I was raised on.

"Fine, Bon Jovi rocks. On occasion!"

"Excuse me? You know, I thought you had good taste in music when I opened that compartment, but you obviously don't if you do not recognize the brilliance that is Jon Bon Jovi."

"You're only saying that because you think he looks cute."

"Okay, one: no I'm not. Two: you're jealous, aren't you?"

Dean scoffs. "Ugh, no way."

"Did you just scoff? Wow, yep. You're jealous because you can't rock like Bon Jovi can."

"Oh, no sweetheart. I, I can rock."

"Prove it. It's Karaoke night at the Junction tonight. If you can handle it." I challenge.

"Fine. You have yourself a deal." Dean accepts.

"Hey, did you notice when Cas left?" I ask, realizing Castiel was no longer in the vehicle with us.

"Oh. Well, he probably got annoyed with us. But I am going to dominate tonight."

"We'll see." Yeah. We'll see.

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We arrive at the motel Dean is staying in, and after parking, he unlocks the room door and invites me in. The motel room has a 60's feel to it; along with the oldest TV I have ever seen, there were two beds with boxes next to them which have quarter slots, and wallpaper with the strangest circle pattern one could possibly find. I drop the bag of clothes and the garment bag with the outfit I brought for any special occasion, which turns out to be karaoke tonight, onto what seems to be the bed Dean has not slept in. After looking through the bag and finding my shower stuff, I go to the bathroom for a shower.

Not ten seconds after I come out with a towel wrapped around my body, another wrapped around my hair, Dean hurries in for a shower. After showing my displeasure to no one except myself, I get dressed in my nice, black skinny jeans and favorite black dress shirt, then beautify myself with the make-up I brought.