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DEAN PULLED INTO THE gas station, getting out of the car to pump gas. Juliette was sitting in the back of the Impala, legs sprawled out across the seat, leaning on the door as a back rest. She was reading Frankenstein by Mary Shelley, while humming highway to hell.
The drivers and passengers' side windows were down, as Dean got out, "Alright, I figure we'd hit Tucumcari by lunch, then head south, hit Bisbee by midnight." Juliette nodded and flipped a page in her book while Sam stayed silent on his phone, "Sam wears women's underwear."
Juliette through her head back and laughed, while Sam looked up for a moment before continuing to go on his phone, "I've been listenin', I'm just busy."
"Busy doin' what?" Inquired Dean.
Juliette flipped another page, "Probably figuring out when they're having the next comic con."
"Haha, very funny. Reading e-mails."
Dean began pumping gas, "E-mails from who?"
"From my friends at Stanford." Answered Sam.
"You're kidding. You still keep in touch with your college buddies?" Asked Dean.
Juliette finally put her book down and poked her head between the drivers and passengers seat, looking at sam, "there's no way."
"Why not?"
Dean looked confused, "Well, what exactly do you tell 'em? You know, about where you've been, what you've been doin'?"
"I tell 'em I'm on a road trip with my big brother and my adorable kid sister. I tell 'em I needed some time off after Jess." Sam confirmed.
Juliette picked her book back up again and sat back, "Do they know your 'adorable kid sister' once stabbed a werewolf in the back with a silver dagger 13 times."
Sam shook his head, "actually I conveniently left that part out."
Juliette opened back up to the page she was at in her book and muttered shaking her head, "always down playing me."
"so you lie to 'em." Said Dean.
"No. I just don't tell 'em...." Sam trailed off, "everything."
"Yeah, that's called lying." Dean nodded, "I mean, hey, man, I get it, tellin' the truth is far worse."
Juliette gave Dean a humorous look, "What's he supposed to say Dean?" Juliette began doing a terrible impression of Sam, "'Me and my family hunt demons for a living, last week we killed Bloody Mary. The month before that we stopped a plane that was going to be hijacked by an evil demon."
"First of all, I do not sound like that Juliette-Jane." He said semi-sarcastically, "So, what am I supposed to do, just cut everybody out of my life?"
Dean shrugged, as Juliette looked up from her book yet again, "well you don't see me joining the girl scouts, do ya?"
"Look, it sucks," Dean leaned back on the Impala, "but Juliette's right. In a job like this, you can't get close to people, period."
"You guys are kind of anti-social, you know that?" He said. "Like in a weird 'The Shining' sort of codependency way."
Juliette and Dean looked offended, "Codependent?" They said in unison. "We are not Codependent."
Dean looked at Juliette, "Stop copying me."
Sam continued reading his e-mails, "God...."
"What?" Dean asked.
"The sexy single 20 miles away promised to you in an e-mail doesn't actually exist?" Juliette joked.
Dean laughed, "Good one."
"No, in this e-mail from this girl, Rebecca Warren, one of those friends of mine." Sam began.
"Is she hot?" Asked Dean.
"You really are such a pig" Juliette flipped through another page.
Sam ignored them, "I went to school with her, and her brother, Zack. She says Zack's been charged with murder. He's been arrested for killing his girlfriend. Rebecca says he didn't do it, but it sounds like the cops have a pretty good case."
"Dude, what kind of people are you hangin' out with?" Dean asked.
"Didn't know Stanford was crazy like that." Juliette remarked.
"No, guys, I know Zack. He's no killer." Said Sam.
Dean leaned close to the passengers side window, "Well, maybe you know Zack as well as he knows you."
"They're in St. Louis. We're goin'." Sam said.
Dean chuckled, "Look, sorry 'bout your buddy, okay? But this does not sound like our kind of problem."
"It is our problem. They're my friends." Remarked Sam.
Juliette put her book back once more, leaning forward again, "Sam, I'm all for being Nancy Drew but what can we do about it."
"Yeah, St. Louis is four hundred miles behind us, Sam." Dean agreed.
The three of them exchanged a look before Dean got back into the drivers seat, "looks like were going to St. Louis."
✪
Sam knocked on the door of the big wooden house, Juliette and Dean stood behind him a foot or so behind him. A girl, around Sam's age, opened the door. She was beautiful, blonde and skinny. Even though she seemed sad, she greeted Sam with a big smile, "Oh my God, Sam!"
"Well, if it isn't little Becky." Sam smiled happily.
The girl, who Juliette now knew was Rebecca, or "little becky" as Sam referred to her as, hugged him. "You know what you can do with that little Becky crap."
"I got your e-mail." Sam pulled away.
"I didn't think that you would come here." Rebecca remarked as Dean stepped forward with an extended hand.
"Dean. Older brother." He introduced himself as she shook his hand.
"Hi."
"Hi."
Sam pointed back to Juliette, "and this is my sister, Juliette."
Rebecca gawked, "As in JJ, Juliette?"
"That's the one" Juliette moved next to Sam and stuck out her hand which Rebecca shook.
"When Sam told me about you I thought you were like eight." Laughed Rebecca.
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