This is A Something.

[asellus]

As far as road trips went, Asellus had... really never been on one before. She'd been on short realm-hops, but long, winding roads, small towns... things like that were pretty much completely foreign to her. So the first few hours of the trip had been a completely new experience-- they'd driven down a road that had seemed to disappear into the horizon, and she was sure Dean had taken much amusement at how quickly she got absorbed in looking out the window. At some point she'd fallen asleep, though she'd had the sense to kick off her shoes and curl up with her head against the window. It had been a short nap-- an hour or two at most-- but she woke up shortly after; it took only a moment to reorient herself and remember where she was.

"...Are we there yet?" She joked, stretching and arching her back. Sitting forward a little, she scrounged around on the floor for the map she'd kicked off, and began scanning it and the landscape for clues, though Dean probably could tell her just about exactly where they were. She wasn't very good with maps, after all.

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[zombie]

"It's Sam. What do you think he talks about?" There was a rough form of affection in his tone, along with a touch of exasperation at his little brother. "Feelings are the big one. Jobs are usually next on the list. Occasionally he'll whine about something. The usual." He shifted in the seat, stretching out his free leg. He didn't mention how normally, on a good day (or a bad), they were both usually quiet, wrapped up in their own separate thoughts. He and Sam had the kind of relationship where they didn't necessarily have to talk to know. And it was kind of weird. But it was the one he and Sam had, and there was no point in justifying it to someone that wasn't a Winchester.

It wasn't a harsh thought: To Dean it was simply the honest-to-God truth.

He fell silent after that, barely noting as they blew past the sign marking the county line. Long moments passed, as the wild and wooded countryside started to give way to a straggly building here and there, the road more smoothly paved.

"You think this place has a copy center? Can't remember from the last time I was here."

[asellus]

She snickered. That sounded about right, from the times she'd chatted with Sam. He'd always felt like the more sensitive one; more than once she'd wanted to pat him on the head like the world's tallest puppy, especially when Dean picked on him. A good kid, she thought, even if he didn't seem younger than her.

It wasn't her place to ask much more, though. Dean never asked about her family and private business, so she had been trying to do the same, out of respect. If he had something to talk about, usually he would eventually find a way to bring it up. Trying to drag it out of him went over like a lead balloon most of the time.

"A copy center? This place barely looks like it warrants a post office. But I bet there's somewhere you could find one. I can't imagine any place getting by without in this day and age." She was watching the buildings roll on by. The outskirts of towns generally seemed the most abandoned. "Probably closer to downtown, though. These look like old warehouses.

That where the diner is? We could kill two birds with one stone that way."

[zombie]

"Something like that, yeah." He turned his attention to the strip of buildings slowly growing in numbers and shrinking in size. He scanned each building as they passed it, the memory of blowing through this place on more than one occasion coming back to him. "If not, we'll find one between here and Chickasaw. Have to." Or he was kind of screwed. He had to have a copy shop with a color copier, or he was boned as far as finding out what the whole deal in Chickasaw was.

Not that Sellz needed to know that.

The diner appeared a few moments later, and he pointed vaguely in its direction with the hand resting atop the steering wheel. "There it is. Best burger in Alabama." And was it a dump. Run down, full of old men at the counter, and looking for all the world like food poisoning's summer house. Not that...That kind of appearance had ever run Dean off before, which was why he slowed down to pull next to the curb and park. "Their coffee's okay, too."

/finally has a moment to think DON'T SCREW ME OVER, RANDOM ICON

[asellus]

"Okay's good enough," she shrugged, getting out of the car and almost immediately stretching. Her legs ached with having been in the car for as long as they had without a break, her neck hurt from sleeping in an awkward position, and as she came up from a toe-touch, her stomach rumbled an annoyed complaint of hunger.

She led the way into the diner, not waiting on him, and ignored the stares of the patrons. It wasn't something she paid much attention to anymore; a few hundred years ago, she'd have been self-conscious, or she'd have clamped down on her control, or any number of insecure reactions. Here, though, it was more likely the green hair and bare limbs that had attention more than innate Charm. Her magic felt a lot more subdued in Dean's world-- probably because it didn't fall into the power dichotomies of Heaven and Hell.

It worked for her, anyway. Sliding into a patched vinyl booth, she propped her feet up across from her and waited for Dean to catch up.