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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"You've changed, Dean."

"Huh... no, I haven't."

"Yeah, dude, you have."

Dean scowls. "Whatever. So are we nearly there yet, Sammy?"

"Almost."

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Mary contemplated mischeif, but then squeaked and lay flat in her seatbelt to get away from a stunned bumblebee that she noticed crawling along her door. "D...D...D...Dad!"

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"What?" Not that Dean was used to her calling him that but still he responded to it.