Hunterverse, somewhere on the road to check out a report

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Mary is sitting contentedly slumped in the back seat of the Impala sucking the salt off the pistachio nuts that she couldn't crack and staring out the window with that blankness known only to teenagers and eccentrics, thinking of this and that, when she suddenly asks, "Hey, Uncle Dean, what was her name?"

Dean blinks witout looking away from the road. "Who's name?"

"The girl you met at the Cafe."

"Why?"

Mary spits a saltless nut into her hand and replaces it with a fresh one. "Just wondering"

"Echo," said Dean.

Mary blinks. "What kind of name is that?"

"Names or the meaning behind 'em don't matter."

Mary shrugs. "Was she nice?"

"Yeah."

Mary changes pistacios again. "Did you get her number?"

Dean chuckles. "Don't need a number when I can easily meet 'er at the cafe again or leave a note for her there."

"So you wanna see her again!" says Mary gleefully. "She's gotta be nice."

Sam groans.

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"Yeah, I wanna see her again." Dean states with a slight smile.

Sam shook his head. "Dean, do you always have to find romance in everything you do?"

"Of course. Have to keep things livened up, Sammy."

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Mary smirks and spits out another saltless nut, sticking it into her left pocket and replacing it with a fresh nut from the right. "So... What's she like?"

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"Why are you so interested in the girls I meet all of a sudden?"

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She straightens in her seat and catches Sam looking at her, so she starts singing again, not missing a word.

Then she stops. "Where are we going?"

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"That's what I'd like to know." He states giving a slight glare to his baby brother.

"Keep your eyes on the road, Dean."

"Oh, shut up." He grumbles smacking Sam in the back of the head. "Just tell us where."

"I already told you, you'll see when we get there."

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"This isn't one of those stupid fake calls with some nice suprise at the end, is it?" asks Mary suspiciously.

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"B...b...bee!" she whispers, keeping her eyes fixed on it.

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"Sam, take the wheel."

"What?"

"Take the freaking wheel!"

"Okay, okay." Sam states watching his brother pull out his bowie knife. "Um, Dean... what are you doing?"

"Shut up, Sam." He states before sliding into the backseat half way and slamming the bowie knife down, effectively killing the bee. He hadn't seen any other alternative. "If I've scratched you up too much baby, don't fret, I'll get you fixed up." Then He looks at Mary. "You okay?"

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She nods, though her face is pale and tears are starting up. "Y...yeah."

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"I got it from the other side," she says a little bitterly, wriggling a bit to show that he could let her go now if he wants. "Great thing to share with the kid you don't want, huh?"

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"Better hope I don't run into her in any reality." Dean states letting her go but being serious all the same.

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"Dude, she's not even born yet, here." She pushes her hair behind one ear and eyes the dead bee, then unbuckles herself and moves around him to sit behind the driver's seat instead. "Sorry, girl. I'll help Uncle Dean get the yellow gook off you."

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"How nearly?" She looks out the window, absently leaning against Dean and rattling the box of many-flavored beans in her jacket pocket.

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"Near enough. You two take a nap or something."

"That means about twenty minutes or so." Dean states.

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Mary wrinkles her nose at the thought of a nap, then takes the box of beans out of her pocket and pours a few out in her hand. Selecting a creamy coloured one, she sniffs it thoughtfully and smells Kahlua.

"Here." She offers it to Dean. "This is a good one."

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"That one is." She glances at the oblivious Sam, then gets a wicked smirk as she looks up at Dean and jerks her head toward her younger uncle.

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"Hey, Sammy, open up." Dean states before leaning across the seat and popping it in his little brother's mouth.

"Holy shit, Dean! What the hell?!"

"Language little brother." He states with a chuckle.

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Mary's curled up on the seat, howling with laughter as her hand clenches on the last few beans she'd taken out.

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"Yeah, but I'm little and cute." She gives him his own grin, eyes dancing.

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"That doesn't work. He's little and cute and he doesn't always get what he wants."

"Hey, I'm not the short one here, Dean."

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Mary sits up and leans forward to put her arms around Sam's neck around the back of the chair, giving him a kiss on the cheek and then cuddling.

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She blinks and turns to face him, then lets go of Sam and sits on the floor with her knees pulled to her chest. "Right. I taught Dad."

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"Where did you pick it up from?"

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She lifts her head rather than mumble into her knees like she feels like doing. "Read, write, and speak with a Mexican accent."

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"That'll come in handy." He states with a nod. "Especially since we can't do that."