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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"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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He slips completely into the backseat letting Sam take the driver's seat and throws the bowie into the passenger seat once his little brother is moved and just takes Mary into his arms.

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"Th...there aren't any more?" She hides her face in the front of his shirt, shaking with leftover fright as she cries.

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His green eyes look around the car for a moment. "No, there's no more."

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Mary relaxes, though the tears continue for several more minutes. "G...good."

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"Don't you worry about a thing."

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"I nearly died the last time I got stung," she mutters shakily. "Dad 'n Rob freaked."

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"That sucks. None of us are allergic to anything like that."