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Dean and Ashley were almost a Bobby Singer's place. The whole drive to Sioux Falls from Colorado, Dean kept trying to start a conversation with his sister, but she was too dumbfounded to think about responding to Dean's remarks. Why would Crowley be interested in her? What did she do to lead him on? Seeing the youngest Winchester's face screwed up into a million unanswered questions, he gave up and flicked on the radio. "Carry on my Wayward Son" by Kansas infiltrated "Baby's" cab. A sob assaulted the notes of the song and scaring Dean. The car was sharply pulled over to the shoulder. With screeching tires, the black car was stopped. Without hesitation Dean had leaped out of the car and was running over to the passenger's side.

"Ash! Hey, look at me. What is it? What's wrong?"

"This song, going to Bobby's, it reminds me of what I tried so hard not to remember" she hiccuped. Dean was way out of his element-confronting the sister was Sam's job, they were only 10 months apart in age.

Still he tried his best to be the comforting big brother "Reminds you of what?" Dean barked out of frustration, not aware of the effect it had on Ashley in her fragile state.

Finally at her breaking point, Ashley yelled at her brother "Sammy dying! You going to hell! You both left me alone!" She was completely hysterical no matter what Dean did, nothing helped. Finally he stood up and pulled his sister out of the car against his chest. She sobbed and sobbed, tears staining his black t-shirt and soaking it straight through. Ashley's thin frame shook harder with each sob. Without bothering to pull his sister away, Dean placed his chin on top of her dyed-auburn head. She was always partial to red hair, but still wanted to look like part of the family.

"You know, I brought Sam back because he knew how to deal with all this crap, he has always been the peace-keeper for this family."

"You did it for me?" Ashley's shaking had slowed down immensely. "I made that deal not thinking straight. When I went to Hell kicking and screaming, before Yellow-eyes came in to do what he did to me, your face is what I saw, not Sammy's."

This surprised the hysteria right out of Ashley and was flooded with complete calm. The rumble of another car coming up the road caught both Winchesters off guard. Ashley was pushed away by Dean, quickly recovering she grabbed Dean's gun out of the glove box and tossed the cold metallic instrument at him. She quickly took her position behind the protective burly man. His back was tense, protecting special cargo with one gun. The muscles were quivering uncontrollably under the leather jacket. Ashley was unsure what to do or how to help.

The car finally came into view-Dean's muscles relaxed once his eyes saw who was driving. Lowering the gun "How'd you catch up so fast, Sammy?"

As Sam got out of the clearly stolen car, he laughed at the sight before him. "Cas told me you guys stopped all of a sudden and that he didn't know what was happening, so I should hurry. Glad to see I only missed a chick-flick moment. "

"What makes you think we had a chick flick moment?" Ashley was quick to retort.

"His wet t-shirt contest entry" Sam pointed out while trying to choke back a laugh.

Dean finally looked down at the hot mess he was wearing, his shirt was soaking, tear stained, and misshapen. Looking up, a sparkle in his eye "Son of a bitch!" echoed down the road.