The natural light around you begins to dim as Dean pulls into the parking lot of the motel. Sam looks back to see you asleep. He looks at Dean and nods as he gets out and opens your door, carefully reaching over and unbuckling your seatbelt. Dean exits his side and heads over to the check in. You grumble sleepily as he hushes you and picks you up bridal style just as Dean comes back with the keys. Dean walks over and opens the door, holding it open for Sam who puts you on one of the beds. Dean walks back out and grabs the bags as Sam follows to go get food, then turns to look at you.

"If your awake, do you want anything?" He asks.

"Ugh food." You moan groggily as you curl in on yourself.

He chuckles and walks out, passing Dean who closed the door after setting down the bags. Dean looks at you and chuckles, then smiles when he gets an idea. He reaches into his bag and pulls out a plastic spoon he had for some reason and begins to sneak over to you.

"Just because I'm tired doesn't mean I won't shoot." You groan.

He frowns and puts down the spoon, going back to his bag. You sit up and rub your eyes.

"What were you planning on doing anyway?" You ask confused.

"Same thing I did to Sammy. Stick it in your mouth and take a picture. Though getting shot is not on my agenda." You laugh.

"I gotta see that picture." You laugh, causing Dean to pull out his cellphone and walk over to you "You know I didn't mean that literally right?"

He smirks and hands you the phone "I know."

You take the phone and see the picture, laughing hysterically "I can't believe you actually did it!" You laugh even harder.

"Ya, well it's what started a prank war that almost got us killed."

Your laughter stops as you give him a serious look "A prank war? How old are you twelve?"

"At heart." He says, pointing to his chest. "Once upon a time I put nair in his shampoo."

You laugh and grab your clothes, walking over to the bathroom. You leave the door open just slightly so that you can continue to talk to him.

"So you guys know what happened to me, what got you into hunting?" You ask, suddenly hearing the room go silent "If I may ask that is. I know a lot of hunters that have some pretty terrible stories, so if you don't wanna share that's fine." You add.

"N-no it's fine. Our mother was killed by a demon, and dad swore to hunt it down. Ended up dragging us around the country and teaching me and Sam how to hunt." He chuckles nervously.

"Wow, that sounds horrible." You walk out with your clothes in you hands and are now wearing and old three-sizes-to-big t-shirt and old sweat pants.

"Yea, but it's not like the life doesn't come without perks." He adds, cocking his gun as Sam walks in with a paper bag full of food.

"So what did I miss?" He asks, slamming the door shut with his foot.

"Not much." You smile.

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I'm sorry, I know these are getting borring. But trust me thing will get better if you just hand on!