Episode: Season 8 - Citizen Fang Pt. 1

"We all go a little mad sometimes..." Billy said menacingly, making a grin split my face, my eyes glued to his attractive figure on the screen of the cheap, motel TV.

Suddenly, he pulled the trigger on the gun clutched in his hand and the bullet shot out, embedding itself in Randy's chest. I couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up from my throat as I clapped happily at my little psychopath baby getting his vengeance.

"Seriously?" a voice interrupted rudely, "You're rooting for the villain?"

"Dean, Dean, Dean," I tsked, not taking my eyes off Billy as him and Stu began to chase after Sidney, "Do you or do you not know me, here?"

Dean rolled his emerald green eyes before beginning to pack the weapons into the duffel bag he held in his hands.

"Obviously I knew of your...weird attraction to psychopaths but what's up with this one?" he asked, gesturing with one hand to the stack of movies lying out beside me on the bed.

I shrugged, "What? I'm in a Skeet Ulrich obsession, don't judge me!"

"I'm just saying...I didn't know you liked him. Thought you didn't even like that Riverdale show," he said nonchalantly but I could hear the jealousy lacing his words.

I almost grinned at that, desperately wanting to tease him but then I remembered our argument and bit my lip, "It's been a year, Dean. A lot's changed since you've been gone."

Dean's gaze softened and I thought I saw a flash of hurt in his eyes but he said nothing as he finished packing up. We still hadn't made up from our argument last night and this was the most we had talked all day so I guess he didn't want to push the subject. Sam came into the room a few minutes later and then, we were on our way, the Impala hurtling down the black-top road at break-neck speed. Sometimes I wondered how Dean didn't have a dozen speeding tickets with the way he drove. But at least, Yasmin was safe and sound where she was, being babysat by Charlie. That girl was a lifesaver if ever there was one.

Cas however was different. Ever since he'd come back from Purgatory, he'd still been the same Angel as before, of course. Apart from his lingering gazes - no, scratch that, more like unnerving stares. He wouldn't stop and frankly, it was making me feel uncomfortable. But whenever I confront him about it, he just looks distressed and slightly flustered, mumbling something about "shouldn't say anything" and then walking off.

"Okay, great. Just hang tight until you hear from me, okay?" Sam was speaking into the cellphone pressed to his ear.

I rolled my eyes from my perch in the backseat, knowing it must be Martin on the other end. He was the only hunter I knew who was so overly-paranoid 24/7. We'd stopped for a quick lunch break and ever since, Sam's phone had been blowing up - probably all calls from Martin. Just then, Dean climbed into the driver's seat, tray of food and drinks in hand while Sam got off the phone.

"We gotta get," Sam said, stuffing the phone back into his pocket.

"Can I at least finish my burger?" Dean deadpanned, gesturing to the food in his lap.

"We got a vamp kill, Dean - Carencro, Louisiana," Sam told him.

My face lit up instantly at the mention of Louisiana.

"Hey, that's where my mom was from!" I piped up excitedly from the backseat, "I've only been a handful of times but...I always felt close to her when I was there... Besides, they have the best food! Crawfish, gumbo, jumbalaya, boudain, King Cake...mmm, King Cake..."

Dean nodded in agreement, "It's been a while since I've had some Étouffée,"

They went on to discuss Martin then as I snatched a burger off Dean's tray while he wasn't looking. As they argued, their conversation veering into Benny territory once again, I bit into the burger hungrily. Suddenly, I heard Sam whine about how Dean stole the last ketchup packet and I sighed in exasperation as some colorful words were exchanged between the brothers.

It was going to be a long car ride.

Note: Fun fact: I'm actually from Louisiana so I felt the need to talk more about it in this ep hahaha XD