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You woke up early on the next morning, shoving some clothes in your bag, with your gun, knife, holy water flask and a recently acquired crossbow (You never know what you might need). You dressed up in some comfy jeans, tank, gray sweater and your black boots, before running down the stairs.

You frowned when you saw the brothers getting ready to the hunt with Bobby's assistance.

"I knew it!" You shouted, startling them.

"H-hey, (y/n). We... We were just about to wake you." Sam stumbled with the words, trying to explain.

"Don't lie to me, Winchester. I know you were trying to sneak out so I wouldn't go with you!"

Bobby sighed. "Are you sure you want to go, kiddo?"

"Yep." You popped the p, grinning at them.

"Fine." Dean was the one who spoke. You looked at him, surprised.

"Excuse me? Did you just agree with me?" You mockingly asked. He rolled his eyes and smiled.

"I did. At least you're ready, so we won't have to wait." Dean said, pointing to your bag. You nodded, beaming at him. "Good."

They grabbed their bags and left the house, you right on their trail. You quickly peck Bobby on his cheek.

"Bye, Bobby. See ya."

"Stay safe." He shouted, before you slammed the back door.

You checked the car in front of you and gave it a low whistle.

"Man, this car is something." You murmured before climbing into the back seat of the Impala.

"I know, baby here is awesome!" Dean apparently heard your remark and replied looking at the wheel lovingly.

"I still prefer my Mustang, though." You quickly said. He started the car and glanced at you through the rear view mirror.

"I don't have anything against it, but you can't compare. Baby will always be the best."

"I suppose it depends on the owner. I love that car because of the memories."

Sam exchanged a look with Dean and then gazed you.

"I think you're right." He said. Dean growled something about nothing being better than baby and kept his eyes on the road.

After a few minutes you started growing impatient. "Could you turn on the radio or something? I'm kinda bored..." You barely finished your sentence when Dean inserted a tape. You quirked an eyebrow.

"A cassette, really? You're that old?"

Sam burst out laughing and you smirked devilishly when Dean glared at you. Unfortunately, you soon regret saying that.

"I love that song! Turn up the volume!" You happily shouted when Def Leppard started blasting through the speakers.

"What happened with 'that old'?" He quoted you, smirking. You rolled your eyes, but smiled, resting your head on the seat and singing along with the song.

It didn't take long before Dean joined you singing and, pushed with the tide, so did Sam. You laughed every time you missed a note or strummed.

"Oh, God." You breathed when the song was over, but let a high pitched scream out when you realized the next song was "Wheels" by AC/DC. "Why the hell didn't you tell me that's what you listen to?" You asked Dean, hitting the back of his head.

"Ouch! You never asked."

"Why don't I get to pick the songs at least once?" Sam questioned.

"You know the rule." Dean said.

"What rule?" You asked.

"Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole." He proudly said at the same time Sam mimicked with a grimace, making you laugh.

"You are two idjts." You said, shaking your head.

Dean and Sam started laughing as soon as the words left your mouth, you wondered what you had said wrong. "What?" You questioned.

"And you really are part of the family." Sam spoke. You looked at him quizzically.

"It's like if you were Bobby's daughter. You even got his accent!" Dean said. Your smiled faded and you felt your face heating up as the blush crept onto your cheeks. You tried to fake your laugh, but it was shaken and too forced.

"Dean..." Sam quietly elbowed his brother, noticing how you suddenly got mude.

"What was... Oh." Dean started to question, but Sam motioned to you and both of them stared at your shrunk form on the back seat through the rear view. They silenced.

"So, (y/n). You never told us how your mother met Bobby." Dean blurted. Sam facepalmed.

"Why do you wanna know?" You asked, nervously chewing on your lower lip.

"Just curiosity." He shrugged.

"I don't really know." You answered the truth. Your mom never told you how they met, just about their relationship as hunters.

"Did Bobby date your mother?" Dean asked buntly. You gasped and your eyes widened.

"Really, dude? Smooth." Sam whispered towards his brother. You wished you could just disappear, so you wouldn't have to answer to that.

"Oh, come on, Sammy. Don't pretend you're not dying to know." He whispered back and smirked, when Sam's face betrayed him for a milisec, but he quickly recomposed and gave his brother one of his famous bitch faces. "That's what I thought..." Dean was about to press you for an answer, when there was a flutter of wings.

You screamed when you saw a man sitting next you.

"What the hell?!" You shouted before pulling your mother's dagger and straddling his lap, pressing it against his throat. "Who are you?" You asked through your clenched jaw.

There was a moment of tension before Dean finally said: "That was probably the hottest thing I ever saw." You bit your lip to prevent the laughter.

"I'm Castiel, Angel of the Lord." The man under you spoke.

"Oh. So you are the famous Castiel." You stated, tilting your head.

"And you must be (y/n)." He said with a grumphy voice. You smiled.

"Yeah, that would be me."

"That's weird." Sam said, frowning.

"What?" You asked.

"You realize you're still sitting on his lap, right?"

"Oh, right. Sorry." You mumbled, flushing and returning to your inicial position, putting the dagger back in your boot.

"What brings you here, Cas?" Dean asked.

"I come to warn you." He said.