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ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴅꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ (ᴘᴛ 1)

Sam and Dean are sat at a table in a generic diner, Sam is working on his laptop and Dean is talking on his phone. Y/N is nowhere to be seen, and the boys seem a bit frantic.

"What do you mean you don't think it will work, Bobby? It's a demon-dispelling ritual," Dean says. Y/N, who's outside, raps on the front window and waves a packet of papers. "Well, maybe we got the translation wrong." The door jangles in the background. "Look, we can't just let Y/N fry in hell while we-" Dean pauses to listen to Bobby; Sam's screen shows another translation in process. "...Well, there's got to be something that w-" Sam sees Y/N approaching the table and nudges Dean. "Oh, ah, yeah, no, ah, I gotta go. Uh. Okay. Never mind." Dean hangs up the phone quickly. Y/N enters, looking suspiciously at Sam and Dean.

"Hey. Who was that?" she asks.

"Ah, I was just ordering pizza." Y/N looks around.

"Dude, you do realize that you're in a restaurant?"

"Yeah. Yeah. Oh, yeah. We... just felt like pizza, you know?" Sam smiles, tight-lipped and reeking of insincerity. Y/N sits.

"O-kay, Weirdy McWeirdertons." Y/N clears her throat. "Just got off the phone with Tamara."

"How is she?" Sam asks.

"She's better, much better. She says hey, by the way."

"So hey, I think I got something," Dean says, holding a newspaper.

"Yeah?"

"Cicero, Indiana. Falls on his own power saw."

"And? What, that's it? One power saw?" Y/N says.

"Well...yeah."

"And you think that this is a case?"

"Well, I don't know. Could be."

"I don't know, Dean. I- I -"

"All right, there's something better...better in Cicero than just a case."

"And that is?"

"Lisa Braeden." Sam sighs.

"Should I even ask?" Sam says.

"No, no you shouldn't," Y/N says.

"Remember that road trip I took, uh... gosh, about eight years ago now? You were in Orlando with Dad wrapping up that banshee thing and Y/N was, actually where did you go?" Y/N laughs sheepishly and turns her head away.

"Uhh, wrapped up with my own things." Dean squints his eyes at her. "...And, I may or may not have woken up in someone's bed throughout those days. Where the hell were you?"

"I spent most of my time in Lisa Braeden's loft," Dean laughs.

"I guess you can say, twins do think alike," Y/N says.

"So let me get this straight. You want - you want to drive all the way to Cicero just to hook up with some random chick and possibly guy?"

"She was a yoga teacher. It was the bendiest weekend of my life."

"Hey, he was a fitness trainer. I never felt so relaxed while training in my life. Come on. It's my dying wish to meet my prince again," Y/N jokes, fluttering her eyelashes.

"Yeah, well, how many dying wishes are you gonna get?" Dean says.

"As many as I can squeeze out. Come on. Smile, guys! God knows I'm gonna be smiling after 24 hours with Hot boy." Y/N chuckles to herself, Sam and Dean laugh too, a little. "Hot boy," Y/N frowns. "God, I sound like a teenager."

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The next morning the siblings pull up outside of a motel in Cicero, Indiana. Dean stops to let Sam and Y/N out.