16. Skin ::1::

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For the next few days we've been on the road doing little side missions here and there. So far there were no more encounters with Demoriel; well not yet at least. I really need to do something about that damn lizard but whenever I thought I had the key to getting rid of it something new would just come up. Seems like I’ll be stuck with Demoriel until the day I die… what a comforting thought.

I huffed and pulled myself into a sitting position from the backseat of the Impala as Dean pulled into a gas station. Sam was sitting up front reading something on his PalmPilot. Opening the door, I climbed out, using a bit of my powers to quickly change into a black tank top, jean shorts and my black high top converses. I put my hair up into a high ponytail while Dean put the pump in the gas tank. I stretched, feeling my back crack a little, and closed the door leaning on the side of the car. Dean pulled out a map leaning against Sam’s door.

"Alright, I figure we'd hit Tucumcari by lunch, then head south, hit Bisbee by midnight." I yawned and nodded not really caring about where we went but Sam didn't respond. Must be reall zoned out since Sam always asks where we’re going. "Sam wears women's underwear." I snicker, putting my hand over my mouth. That was too easy to imagine.

"I've been listenin',” Sam spoke up, “I'm just busy." He continued not looking up from PalmPilot. Dean pushed off of the car and folded up the map.

"Busy doin' what?" Dean asked bending down to Sam's window, looking at the palmpilot. I walked around Dean resting my arm on the roof of the car and leaning on it.

"Reading e-mails." Sam answered shortly.

"E-mails from who?" I asked.

"From my friends at Stanford."

"You're kidding. You still keep in touch with your college buddies?" Dean asked looking from the PalmPilot to Sam in surprise.

"Why not?" Sam asked looking at Dean.

Dean straightened up. "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. I tell 'em I needed some time off after Jess." He let out a soft sigh when he mentioned Jess. Poor thing.

"Oh, so you lie to 'em." Dean summed up taking out the pump.

"No. I just don't tell 'em…. everything." Sam tried to defend.

"Yeah, that's called lying. I mean, hey, man, I get it, tellin' the truth is far worse." Dean put the pump back.

"So, what am I supposed to do, just cut everybody out of my life?" Sam suggested jokingly. Dean just shrugged. Sam's eyebrows rose up. "You're serious?"

"Look, it sucks, but in a job like this, you can't get close to people, period." Dean stated, stopping in front of me.

"You're kind of anti-social, you know that?" Sam proclaimed.

"Yeah, whatever."

“Actually,” I started, catching Dean and Sam’s attention, “As much as it hurts to admit; Dean is right. It sucks but if cutting off your friends saves their lives then you should do it. Yeah, you may be lonely but at least some lives will be saved.” I held my hands up when they gave me surprised. “Speaking from experience. It truly is the best thing to do for these people.” Walking around Dean, I opened the car door and slid into the back seat.

I could feel that Sam was a little tense and was now not sure what to do. Dean walked around to the driver’s side and slid in as Sam continued reading his email.

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