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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/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.