[DEAN WINCHESTER]

“BACK IN BLACK, I HIT THE SACK. IT’S BEEN TOO LONG, I’M GLAD TO BE BACK!” This was more like it. Base thrumming in his ears, hands drumming on the steering wheel as he and Sam barreled down Route 66. The questionable look on Sam’s face as Dean made a fool of himself singing at the top of his lungs made it even sweeter. He was back in the land of the living, back with his brother, and back behind the wheel of his one true love… plus a few minor adjustments. He really was going to kill Sam for that douche pod. Seriously, what the hell? He’d specifically told his brother to take care of his baby not turn her into the Nancy Mobile. At lest he hadn’t thrown out Dean’s cassette tapes. The ipod he could chuck in the back seat and pretend like it didn’t exist, those tapes were irreplaceable. But Dean needn’t have worried because like his body, Sammy had taken care to pack away all his stuff… in the trunk.

Didn’t matter really, not in the long run (though he would be sure to take every possible opportunity to make fun of Sam’s taste in music. Folk? Really?), because Dean was alive and seriously, what could bring a guy down after being pulled out of literal hell? Oh wait… a lot actually. What had the Angel said? Oh right, God had work for him. Great, just great. Not only did he have to worry about looking after Sam and taking out demons, but now he had some kind of Divine mystical, metaphorical cherry on top? And he didn’t even get superpowers. Not that he wanted superpowers. No, that weirdo mystical shit was always the result of evil, demon evil, and Dean wanted no part in that. Unless, of course it was the killing of said demon evil, now that he could do.

Hazel eyes slid sideways, glancing subtlety at Sam with a mixture of suspicion and concern. Had his little brother been lying when Dean had asked him if he was using his psychic powers? Dean was usually pretty good at reading people and Sam was usually shit at lying, but somewhere between the night he’d died four months ago and now reading Sam had gotten blurry, like he needed glasses to see his brother clearly sometimes. DAMN IT, NO! His eyes snapped back to the road ahead and AC/DC continued to blast from the Impala’s speakers. He was not going to be suspicious of his brother. Sam was still Sam, no matter how much time had passed, and Dean was still Dean…for the most part. It was still his job to look out for Sammy, to protect him. It was not his job to be suspicious of his brother. Sam said he wasn’t using his powers so he wasn’t using his powers. End. Of. Story.

He rolled his neck and settled back more comfortably into the bench seat, humming under his breath. The sign up ahead read Westwood, 1 mile and Dean’s stomach began to grumble. Glancing down at the radio revealed that it had already been two hours since he’d last eaten and his stomach’s protesting was getting louder by the second. Time for a pit stop, the gas gage was dangerously close to empty anyway, it would be prime time to feed his baby as well as his belly. That was the only flaw in classic cars, they were gas guzzlers, though Dean preferred to think of it as an acquired, yet adorable quirk rather than a flaw. His baby was perfect… or as perfect as she could be with Sam’s douchie little gay-pod sitting in her.“Time to get some grub, Sammy!” He said, pulling the Impala off the highway and onto the exit ramp leading to Westwood, Oklahoma.

[SAM WINCHESTER]

They had been driving for a couple of hours and Sam had had his head in his laptop for most of it. infact the little battery light was already starting to flash at him. he was researching angels trying to find something that Bobby might miss. but google was really given him the irates toady and he wasnt really getting anywhere. it made snese that all the poeple who had made sites referencing angels had no idea what they were ralking about adn they all disagreed on everything.

All Sam could find about an angel named CASTIEL was the universally agreed belief he was the angel of thursdays.which was about as useful as knowing the words to every single AC/DC song. unless of course you wanted to torture your little brother on a long drive.

Time to get some grub, Sammy!”

Sam let out a huff of air and shut of his lap top, then he streched his arms out infront of him.

dude you just ate like looks at watch two hours ago. i swear YOur like a sarlak! you know that right?

as they turned ontothe off ramp Sam sawthe sign that said Westwood. he wondered if Ruby would try and contact him soon. she was suppose to be trying to find Lilith. Sam also wanted to warn her about the Angel. After having seen it first hand in that diner he didn't like the idea of her having her eyes burnt out.

[DEAN WINCHESTER]

“Sarlak…. that was the one with the pointy ears that said take me to your leader wasn’t he? What’s that got to do with my stomach?” In truth, Dean had no idea what his brother was referencing, but it was a hell of a lot more fun to see Sam twitch in irritation than to simply ask the origins of his geek boy reference. He through Sam one of his patented ‘I’m adorable and I don’t know what you’re talking about’ eyebrow quirks as he pulled off the ramp and onto a rather desolate looking dirt road. One thing that Dean Winchester loved about Middle America was their conservative ideals when it came to space conservation. Sure, Oklahoma had miles upon miles upon miles of sprawling, empty grassland but why build a Diner in the middle of nowhere when you could put it on the same piece of land that a gas station already sat on? It was beautiful really, and convenient for people like Dean. He needed to feed his baby and his stomach and the close proximity of Pete’s Diner to Larry’s Fuel station had him grinning from ear to ear.

“Well look at that Sammy, Pete and Larry’s,” he chuckled as he pulled into the gas station and turn off the ignition. Getting out of the car Dean pulled out one of his numerous credit cards and stuffed it into the slot as he walked around to the back of the Impala. Funny thing about classic cars, they were gas guzzlers but at least they did it with flare, the fuel tank was located in the rear of the car, quirky, just like it’s owner. As he waited for the car to fuel up, Dean leaned against his steel home and gazed thoughtfully at the back of his brother’s shaggy head. He was back, back among the living. He still couldn’t believe it. Part of him wondered if this was some new form of torture that Alistair had cooked up for him, dangling what he so desperately wanted in front of his face only to take it away from him later. He shook his head roughly, turned away from his car and ran a hand roughly along his jaw. Naw, not Alistair’s style. He’s a slice and dice man. Nope, this was defiantly real he decided, his legs wouldn’t be so cramped up if this were an illusion.

The pump clicked and no sooner had Dean stowed the nozzle safely in its cradle was he back in the driver’s seat pulling into a parking spot in front of Pete’s diner. “Come on Geek Boy, bring your lap top and lets get some grub. We might as well look for a job while we’re fueling up.” He slammed the heavy steel door and made his way into greasy spoon of the moment. Grease sounded good right about now grease and pie. Love me some pie.

[SAM WINCHESTER]

Sarlak…. that was the one with the pointy ears that said take me to your leader wasn’t he? What’s that got to do with my stomach?”

Sam raised his eyebrow at Dean not sure whether his brother was being serious about his Sci fi reference. Dean was a bigger fan of Sci fi than Sam was hell it had been deans fault that Sam as a kid had watched most ofthat stuff anyway.

your confusing Star Wars with Star Trek? Who are you and what have you done with my brother?

They pulled into the rest stop and Dean pulled up next to one ofte pumps of the gas station.

“Well look at that Sammy, Pete and Larry’s,”

Sam smiled at Dean's qup but he stayed in his seat and flipped through dad's journal. Once Dean was at teh back of the Car Sam adjusted how he was sitting so he could see his brother out of the side mirror. It had only been like two days and Sam still wasn't sure he could beleive this was his brother.

Not that he wasn't glad to have him back he was more than anything. Sam was just a little disapointed that he hadn't been the one to save him. and what was worse was he and Ruby had not had the chance to kill Lilith. Sam was also worried about what had happened to his brother in hell. How much he remembered. Dean had told him nothing but Sam wasn't so sure that was the truth.

“Come on Geek Boy, bring your lap top and lets get some grub. We might as well look for a job while we’re fueling up.”

Sam Grabbed his lap top and climbed out of the car. He ws looking forward to going hunting with his brother. Sam wondered how long it would take for things to return to normal for this weirdness between them to go away.

Okay dude but your paying.

[DEAN WINCHESTER]

“Actually,” he said pulling out his wallet and grabbing the first credit card that he saw. “Boz Burrell’s buying.” Dean paused in front of the Diner’s door and placed a hand over his head, silently saluting the dead rocker. Moment over, he grinned and tucked the card next to the appropriate driver’s license. He didn’t expect to be asked for I.D. but you could never be too careful when running credit card scams. He’d been picked up by every law enforcement agency in the continental United States and seeing as he was technically dead, he’d rather not risk it. Way too many things that he wouldn’t be able to explain if he had to be printed again, better safe than sorry. Whoa, he paused at that thought. Since when was Dean Winchester a ‘better safe than sorry’ guy? Dean Winchester was not that guy, he was anything but! Wasn’t he? He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, hand frozen on the handle of the glass door and shook his head. God, he was losing it.

He grinned as they entered the Diner. If there was one thing Dean Winchester loved about greasy spoons in the middle of nowhere it was being served by a sexy waitress. Lazily, he threw himself into a booth, legs spread wide, arm slung over the back of the red vinyl seat and grinned boyishly at the pretty blonde walking towards them with a couple of menus. She was cute, nothing special, but hey he hadn’t gotten any in quite a while… not that he was desperate or anything. Hell no! Dean Winchester was not the desperate type. He hadn’t had sex in… forty. No. Four months. Four months, that’s all it had been. Not really that long when you thought about it. His smile drooped a little, his interest in the pretty blonde waitress suddenly snuffed. Thoughts of Hell could do that to a person. Forcefully, he brought the fallen smile back to his face and even managed to wink at the girl, Sandy, as she set down their menus. “Hey fellas, I’m Sandy, can I getcha anything to drink?”

Dean smiled widely at her little Okie accent. It was cute. “Actually Sandy,” he said, glancing quickly at the specials that were listed above the counter. “I’ll have the Ike and Tina Tuna and a coke.” He turned to his brother, raising his eyebrows suggestively as he gave her his order. The Ike and Tina Tuna, that just screamed indigestion but the hilarity of the name was just too good to pass up.

[SAM WINCHESTER]

Boz Burrell's buying

Sam watched as Dean had a little moment over the Dead musician. It was kinda sweet in a sad and so typically Dean kinda way. Although bad Company was certainly a good choice for Dean to go with. Sam shook his head and followed Dean to the booth.

Sam hadn't even sat down yet and his brother was making doe eyes at teh waitress. Sam let out a loud Huff of air as he slid into the seat across his brother and shook his head. Guy had only been alive a couple of days and he was already flirting with the nearest thing in a skirt.

Hey fellas, I’m Sandy, can I getcha anything to drink

“Actually Sandy, I’ll have the Ike and Tina Tuna and a coke

Just coffeee thanks

She was kinda pretty but SAm wasn't interested. besides now she was lost forever allready caught in the gravitational pull of the thing that was Dean Winchester's libido She Giggled and walked back to the counter to put in the orders. Sam wondered how she could stare at his brother and not walk into anything.

The ike and Tina Tuna? your gunna eat the spousaly abused fish?