Riley sits in the backseat of Baby while her dad is inside the gas station. She has her sketch pad in her lap and the cap of her pen between her lips. Every now and again she'll glance up, looking at her reference: Sam. He doesn't seem to notice her glancing at him, that or he doesn't care.

      Riley's art skills have greatly improved over the past two years and she has even allowed herself to start using a pen for her drawings. Mistakes are not an option. She used to have a lot of trouble with shading, but she's figured it out. There's always room for improvement, but for what she has it's pretty good.

      Dean sometimes tells her she should go to art school. Riley couldn't see herself there. She is perfectly fine by her father's side hunting monsters. Great lifestyle to love, right?

      "You want breakfast?" Riley hears her father call. She looks up from her drawing and sticks her hand out the window. Dean chuckles and hands her a powerade and a Hostess cupcake. "No, thanks." Sam says.

      Riley looks at the drink and frowns. She prefers gatorade, though she and her dad constantly argue that they taste the same. Riley said that it's like water: It always tastes different. Dean simply shot back that water is water and blue drinks are blue drinks; there's no difference.

      Sam glances back at Riley's food and she hides her sketch from his eyes with an eyebrow raised. He lets out a breath. She's always been like that. Never shares her art.

      "So how'd you pay for that stuff?" He flips through a few more of Dean's cassette tapes. "You and dad still running credit-card scams?" Riley returns to her drawing, this time Sam notices her glancing at him and figures she is drawing him.

      "Yeah, well, hunting ain't exactly a pro-ball career." Riley clears her throat and glances at her father through the rear window. He chuckles. "And RIley can't always hustle people at the bar." Riley nods satisfied that her work effort has been recognised. "Besides, all we do is apply. It's not our fault they send us the cards."

      Dean walks around to the front of the car. "Yeah, and what names did you write on the application this time?" Sam closes his door and Riley rushes to finish her drawing. "Uh... Bert Aframian and his son, Hector." Dean gets into the car and tries to get a peak at RIley's sketch pad. She hides it to her chest and glares at her father.

      "Scored two cards out of the deal." Sam laughs and RIley observes her drawing and purses her lips. She goes back to Sam's eyes and adds a bit more detail. "I swear, man, you got to update your cassette-tape collection." Riley looks at Sam with an eyebrow raised. She loves the cassette tapes. "Why?" Dean asks, offended.

      "Well, for one- They're cassette tapes," Riley scoffs. Vintage is better. "And two- Black Sabbath, Motorhead, Metallica?" Dean tsks and takes one of the tapes from Sam. "It's the greatest hits of mullet rock." Dean puts the tape into the stereo and meets Riley's eyes in the backseat.

      "House rules, Sammy-" Riley smirks and leans forward to finish her father's sentence. "Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole." Sam sighs. "You know, Sammy is a chubby 12-year-old. It's Sam, okay?" Riley smiles as 'A gift to the World' by Loveless begins to play through the speakers.

      "Sorry, I can't hear you. The music's too loud!" Dean smirks and pulls out of the gas station. Riley puts her sketchbook away and begins bobbing her head to the music, mumbling the lyrics every now and again.

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      "All right, so there's no one matching Dad at the hospital or the morgue. So that's something, I guess." Dean glances at Sam. He catches Riley looking at him in the mirror and gives her a smile. She looks away, then sees police cars at a bridge. "Check it out." Dean pulls off to the side of the road.

      They all look at the police cars, then Dean reaches over to the glove box and pulls out a box. In it are his fake IDs. Dean glances at Riley and she sits back with a pout. She isn't old enough to commit identity fraud and that makes her mad. "Sorry kid."

      Dean looks at Sam. "Lets go." They step out of the car and Riley watches from a distance as they speak to the cop. After a moment they begin making their way back. Dean whacks Sam's head making Riley audibly laugh. Her eyes widen as two real Federal Marshals begin walking towards the scene. She sulks down to hide.

      Moments later Sam and Dean rush into the car and speed away from the scene. She leans into the empty space between Sam and Dean. "Well?" She asks with an eyebrow raised. Dean tosses his face ID into the box and Sam puts back into the glove box. "We've got to go find ourselves an Amy putting up missing posters."

      Riley hums and sits back. Her stomach growls and both Sam and Dean hear it. Sam laughs and Dean raises an eyebrow. Sam shakes his head with a smile. "It never ceases to amaze me how much you two are alike."

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      "I bet you that's her." Dean says as they approach a girl putting up posters. "Yeah." Sam says in agreement. Riley walks behind them, arms around her stomach. If she doesn't get food soon, she is going to make Sam and Dean's life a living hell.

      "You must be Amy." She nods and glaces at Sam and Dean. "Troy told us about you. We're his uncles." Riley snorts a bit. That makes her the cousin. "I'm Dean, this is Sammy and this is my daughter Riley." Dean says proudly, putting an arm around Riley. She doesn't so much as smile at Amy. She needs food to be at least a little decent.

      Amy glances at Riley. "He never mentioned you to me." Amy starts walking to put up another poster. Riley notes all the other missing posters around them. "Well that's Troy for you I guess." Dean says with a laugh. "We're not around much. We're up in Modesto." Riley cringes. She hates Modesto. They had a hunt there once. It sucked.

      Sam walks ahead of Dean to Stop Amy. "So we're looking for him too, and we're kind of asking around." Riley has to stop herself from laughing at how high up Amy has to look to meet Sam's eyes. "Freaking Sasquatch." She mutters under her breath. Dean uses her hand to pull his smile back down.

      Someone walks up to Amy. "Hey, you okay?" Amy nods. "Yeah." Dean steps onto a higher part of the pavement to try and seem taller. Riley pinches her lips to stop her smirk. "Do you mind of we ask you a couple questions?" Amy nods and Dean glances at Riley and her very crabby expression. "Why don't we find a place to eat."

      The two girls nod and Riley sighs in relief as they start walking towards a restaurant. She walks ahead of everyone and Dean smirks at Sam. "She looked about ready to eat you." Sam laughs lightly. "She's lucky she's got that fast metabolism."

- author's notes -

I made this while working on this chapter. I figured you might like it.

Bye!

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