"Talk about what exactly?"she questioned, her shoulders tensing.

"About you, Ricky. What am I supposed to think when I open the door and you're there with a knife in your arm. And then you die. Right in front of me. And now you're walking around like that never happened!"

"I don't remember being dead. I just woke up and I was in the motel."

"Well, I don't like it. And where did that knife come from anyways?"

"Demon," she stated simply.

He gave her an odd look.

"I ran into a bit of trouble on the way to your room. I gotta give it to them though, they know the number one rule of kidnapping. No witnesses. Especially not a hunter."

"You lost a lot of blood, and the wound was bone deep," he looked down, "I've never seen anyone come back from that."

"I guess I'm just lucky," she said, a fake smile on her face.

"Right."

"So," she started. "lawschool, huh?"

"Yep."

"You ever wanted to go to college?"

He seemed panicked for a second, so she continued, "I've always wanted to be a baker. Never gonna happen though. No chance. Not after..." Her voice faltered. No. She barely knew him, she wasn't going to dump all her garbage on him.

He had his own problems.

Dean looked like he wanted to press the subject, but Sam came back. They drove away, but not before she asked a question. "Would you mind if we stopped somewhere?"

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Dean didn't question her request, but they agreed they should stop by a gas station first. Unfortunately, it was the dirtiest, most foul place she'd ever been to in her life. Well, not really, more like the tenth...

Dean came back after a while with his arms full of chips, candy bars and sodas.

"Hey!" he yelled, diverting Sam's attention away from the box of cassette tapes. "You want breakfast?"

"No, thanks," he replied, disgusted.

"Yes, please," Ricky answered. Sam looked at her weird. "What? I'm hungry."

He ignored her response and returned his focus to Dean, who threw the bag of chips at her. She was clearly more used to the hunter life than Sam.

"So, how'd you pay for that stuff? You and Dad still running credit card scams?"

"Yeah well, hunting ain't exactly a pro ball career. Besides, all we do is apply. It's not our fault they send us the cards."

"Kinda is," she muttered.

Dean pretended not to hear and sat down in the front seat.

"Yeah, and what names did you write?" Sam continued.

"Hey guys, I exist!"

She was starting to get a little frustrated with the brothers. They had a history. Grudges, inside jokes, secrets. She was fairly new to this, and the Winchesters trusted eachother more than her. It wasn't fair!

"Dean, my head is on fire."

"That's nice."

She thought for a moment, then said:
"You've gotta update your cassette tape collection."

"What! Why?"

"He speaks!"

"Well for one, they're cassette tapes." Sam said matter-of-factly.

Dean glared at him.

"And two-Black Sabbath. Motorhead. Metallica?"

"It's the greatest hits of mullet rock." She said, with a chuckle.

"You don't seem to mind." he replied.

"I don't, I love Metallica, and my car has casette tapes too. Just thought maybe you should get some Green Day or something."

"Well, I'm not getting new tapes. House Rules - Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole."

Then he turned to her.

"That goes for you too, Ricky."
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"Where is this place anyways?" Sam asked.

The place she had asked for was a really run down motel.

"Just outside of Jericho. This was the last hotel I went to before my dad went missing. Which means, this is where I left my car."

"If you left your car how did you get to me? And how did you find me anyways?" Dean asked.

"They know what my car looks like, it was safest to go by bus. And also, you're not that hard to track down."

Dean let out a huff. She knew that he must have tried to be untraceable, since he payed cash everywhere, but any weird crimes in the area and a strange guy matching his description...

"This place looks deserted," Sam stated.

"It is. I know a guy who knows a guy who knew about this place so its sorta mine now."

She reached into her pocket and grabbed her keys, and a garage door opener. Ricky then pressed the button, and the garage door opened, revealing a large red muscle car.

Sam looked uninterested, but Deans eyes lit up at the sight of the automobile. "A '67 Pontiac GTO. Well, son of a b*tch. How did you find one of these."

"Hand me down," Ricky responded simply. "Oh, Darling, I missed you!"

"Darling?"

Sam looked confused.

"That's her name, stupid."

Ricky stared at the younger Winchester with disbelief. What kind of DUDE doesn't name his car? All of a sudden, Sam nudged Dean, who stood frozen in place.

"What's wrong?" Ricky asked.

Sam laughed. "Dean calls his car Baby."

She giggled and soon all of them were holding their sides from laughing so hard.

"Hold on a sec," told them in between her laughing fits.

Ricky opened the car door and grabbed a duffle bag.

"Ok we can go now."