"Dean!"

"What?!?"

"Stop flirting with those innocent girls."

"No, they love me"

"Trust me, their not interested."

Rolling her brown eyes, Zoey turned and walked back over to their table, seating in front of Sam. Dean went back to being with the girls, which was what She was trying to get him NOT to do. Spinning around in her chair, she leaned on the table, looking down to see what Sam was working on. "Found anything?"

"No, just thinking"

"About what?"

"Its nothing"

She could already tell what it was about. Sam has been acting stranger, ever since he and Dean came back to New York, from Oregon to see me. Changing the subject, she turned her head and looked over to see Dean collecting phone numbers as usual. "Okay, what is it with Dean? He gets phone numbers, but he never calls them back"

"Is that the best you can do, for changing the subject?"

"It was worth the try"

"Just leave me alone" Getting up, he walked straight to the boys washroom, leaving Zoey sitting there, feeling guilty. Maybe she shouldn't have bothered him, or maybe she shouldn't have teased about Dean, collecting all those numbers. Dean walks over, taking a seat beside her, and looking at the empty seat that was where Sam sat. "Where's Sam?"

"He is in the washroom, wanted to be alone"

"I'll go talk to him" Getting up, giving a wink to each of the ladies, and walked into the washroom, seeing Sam standing in front of the mirror, leaning against the sink, looking down as the water from the tap poured down, and the water went down the drain. Dean looked at him, worried, and pushed him back away from the sink. "Sam?"

"What!?"

"Woah. Calm down there, what's wrong?"

"Leave me alone."

"No! What's wrong?"

"Leave!"

Dean shook his head, not bothering to waste his breath, so he walked out the door, and headed back to their table. Sam looked back into the mirror, his face started to look meaner by the second, until he squinted his eyes, his fingers squeezed between his eyes, feeling another vision coming on.

Flash of light, and then he saw the setting. An abandoned building, looking like it was ready to fall apart. He looked around, and noticed Zoey. Tied up against a wooden chair, with a handkerchief wrapped around her mouth, keeping it shut. She looked frightened, and trying to get out of the ropes, tied against the chair, just as she was almost free, Her head was lifted up, and she gazed into the yellow eyes most people should fear. "Time to meet your doom Ms. Davies"

Sam screamed, until he was pulled back into reality, back in the bathroom of the bar. He walked out and didn't see Dean or Zoey at their table, it was empty. He soon walked around the bar looking for them, until he reached outside, where there still was no sign of them. Not until he felt a hand on his shoulder, turning around and see Zoey standing there with a smile "Hey are you okay?"

"Yeah for now anyways."

"You guys better get going"

Sam looked over to see Dean, getting his music ready and began to rock out in his Impala, to the music. Looking back down to Zoey, he didn't want to leave her here "Why not just come with us?"

"Sam, I can't...schoo—"

"No No No. Your coming, I want you too."

"I can't.."

Sam looked down and walked over to the car, turning back over to Zoey, as he opened the door "Get in, we'll drive you home"

"That's better."

Zoey walked to the car, and Sam got in after her, writing something down on a piece of paper for Dean's eyes only. With a smirk, he nodded and started the car, heading out onto the road. Zoey looked out the window, just looking up into the night sky, not seeing much stars out. Sam kept his eye on Zoey for sometime, but he also took out his and dean's dad's old journal, and started to read about the new mission they were sent out to do. Sooner or later, zoey fell asleep in the car, only to wake up in the morning and seeing herself on the bed of an hotel room. Sam was looking down at her , beside the bed. "Woah. Where am I? You were suppose to take me home"

"The thing about hanging with Dean to much, you tend to get his stuff. I lied"

"Sam!"

Dean walks in, with three cups of coffee. Handing one to Sam, and handed one down to Zoey "Well morning Sleepy Cheeks"

"Don't start with me Dean"

"What?!" He looks at Sam "Oh, Its about Sam lying isn't it?"

"You knew?!?" She grumbled "I hate you"

Sam walked himself out of the room, he didn't want to explain that she was going to die, by the demon. Dean looked at Sam, walking out then over at Zoey, still pissed off. He sat down on the bed beside her, and looked down at his hand cupped around his cup of coffee, before looking up at Zoey. "Sam's idea, I just went along with it."

"I told him I wanted to go home, and.." She breathed in deeply "He kidnaped me"

"Technically, its not a kidnaping."

"Yes it is." Her eyebrows furrowed, getting up and walked into the washroom. Locking the door from behind her, as she slide down, and sat down on the floor, her fingers slide through her hair, her eyes looked down towards the floor. Dean knocked on the door "Zoey, come on. Don't be like this."

"Go Away!"

Dean looked at the door, silent for a moment and walked away, heading out the door and found Sam on the ground, looking at his hands cupped around his cup of coffee. "I was wrong Dean."

"What do you mean?"

"I shouldn't have forced her like this"

"You had a reason, didn't you?"

Sam's eyes looked deeper into the cup, and his head moved in a nod. Dean sat down beside him, and took some sips from the hot coffee, almost burning his mouth "Coffee is so damn hot these days."

"Dean, I saw a vision, with Zoey"

"And? Good or Bad?"

"Bad. The demon was there with her"

Sam got up from the ground, and started walking, didn't know where to go, but he just started walking "Sam, Where are you going?"

"For a walk"

Dean shrugged, and looked over to the door, leading to there room wondering if he should go back in there, with Zoey in the washroom. Getting up from the ground, he opened the door and walked in, hearing the shower going. Zoey was taking a shower, something she always do whenever she gets mad, frustrated or upset. Dean walked over to the bed, and turned on the television, looking for some good ole fashion porn. Or in his joking sense, Saturday Cartoons. The shower soon stopped, and Zoey walked out, wet hair and a towel wrapped around her, as she looked over, stunned seeing Dean on the bed. With a smirk, Dean crossed his arms, and looking at Zoey, up and down. "Nice, I think I might like this trip."

"Go hump a pole" She said, walking over to the other bed, and sat down "I have no clean clothes, since I was Kidnaped" She unwrapped a free hairbrush that was In the bathroom, and started to comb out her hair, before it got tangle when its dry. Dean kept looking at her, the smirk still on his face, checking her towel around her. "I like that color. You should wear often."

"Can you please stop checking me out"

"What?"

Rolling her eyes, she was finished combing her hair, as she threw the brush at Dean, hitting him on the top of his head. He scratched up there, and laughed "Calm down. I wasn't thinking of you naked."

"Let's hope not." She grabbed her jacket she had beside her, and took out her wallet out of her pocket, counting her money. As she counted the money, she told Dean some instructions "Since I only got one pair of clothes, I want you to get me some, if Im going to be here for awhile." Muttering to herself, she counted the last dollar of her money "50". She handed it over to Dean, and gave him a trustful look. "Go to the nearest Wal-Mart, and just get some plain hood jackets, as well as some jeans."

"No skirts?"

"No, Im not going to prance around with guys in a mini skirt if that's what your thinking."

"I wasn't thinking that, but oh well. Now I am" He said with a huge grin on his face.

Zoey looked around, anything else she could find to throw at him. She picked up the room service phone, Dean quickly got up, his hands in front of him, showing he surrenders "Okay, I'll go, just don't do anything, I need to live."

"Oh yeah, like the girls would get really depressed if you died." Rolling her eyes, she pointed her finger at the door "Go"

"Fine, but I'll make sure I'll pick out, what I want, not you." he gave an evil laugh, as he headed out the door. Just before he walked out, he was able to glimpse at, the finger he received from Zoey, and air grabbed it, putting it into his pocket. He walked, and headed to his Impala, starting it up and drove out of the parking lot. Sam, being at the exit of the parking lot, watched Dean drove out so he rushed back to the room, and walked in on Zoey still on the bed, with her towel wrapped around her. "Yes?"

"Where is Dean going?"

"I need clothes, so I sent him to Wal-Mart. I gave him money. Since after all, I was kidnaped, and didn't get a chance to bring my clothes, or for you guys to bring my clothes for me"

"It was all last minute"

"yeah well.." She paused, getting up from the bed, getting angrier by the minute "I don't want to use the same clothes over and over again, I need clothes to change into."

"Zoey, I"

She interrupted "No. I said I had to stay, but you tricked me Sam. That really hurts. I thought you were my friend"

"I am, just listen–" He was cut off by some honks going on outside the hotel. Zoey crossed her arms, and looked away, over her shoulder, over at the tv. Watching the cartoons Dean was watching before he left. Sam came closer, and reached out for a hug, but Zoey moved away "No." She said, walking away and sat down on a chair, in the corner. She looked down to the ground, and sat there for a while now. Sam took a deep sigh, and sat down on the edge of the bed, burying his face into his hands, looking down to the ground.

Dean came back later, with a couple of clothes for Zoey, and a couple of phone numbers from the cashier ladies for him. With a smirk, he walked into the hotel room, and sees Sam and Zoey, where they sat while he was gone, still separated. "Okay, Cheer Up. I got news."

The two looked up from the ground, Zoey got up and walked over to Dean "Get my clothes?"

"Yes" He handed over the bags of clothes over to her. With a smile, she took them with a simple "Thanks", and handed her hand out towards him.

"What's that for?"

"The Change?"

"Ugh" He reached down into his pocket, and took out the change, handing it over "I was going to take it"

"Nice Try"

She took her clothes, and sat down to the other bed, opposite to Sam. She started to lays her out, as Dean walked over and sat down beside Sam "Hey what's wrong now?"

"Well we should get started on the mission, you know?"

"Chill. We will." He said, looking over at Zoey, smiling over her clothes "I did good huh?"

"Yeah, thanks Dean. You didn't get clothes for hoes"

"Hey! Hoes are nice"

Both Zoey and Sam looked at him strange, Dean grinned then laughed "Im kidding of course"

Zoey picked up some clothes, and walked into the bathroom to get changed, while she was in there Sam and Dean started to talk some more. "So when should we get to business?"

"Later" Dean took out a phone number "This hot chick needs to be called"

"Your actually calling for once"

"Shut up, anyways, What's this deal about Zoey, and the demon?"

"I don't know" Sam looked up, the door was still locked, so he talked super quietly "I don't know for sure, but Zoey was tied up, the demon lifted her up and said "Your doom awaits Ms Davies." Or something like that."

"Dude, that's messed"

Sam nodded, and looked over as Zoey walked out, with the brand new clothes on, brown sweater, with perfect blue jeans on. With a smile, she once again thanked Dean. Dean nodded, and Sam looked stunned. "Wow"

"Thanks Sam" She giggled, and sat down on the bed. "So what was I brought here for?"

"Just to come hunting with us." Dean lied, helping Sam keep his vision a secret. Zoey raised up an eyebrow, with a smirk on her face, she looked over at Sam "Is that the truth?"

"Yes"

"Oh, well then, where is the mission happening?"

"We can go now."

Sam nodded, getting up and getting his stuff ready like cell phone, hotel key. Dean flipped his Impala keys around in his hand, getting up and headed out the door.