{Somehow he had always ended up back there. Back to the Roadhouse. Back to where it all began. He couldn't help but think of their last night together. He had given her the "Last night on Earth" speech and she had turned him down flat.}

Dean woke with a start, his heart pounding in his chest. His hand ran through his short brown hair while his eyes scanned the dark motel room. This had been the third night in a row he had dreamt of her... Dreamt of the petite blonde he knew all too well. Dean shook his head to rid his mind of all thoughts that contained Jo Harvelle.

He stumbled out of bed and drug his feet across the Berber carpet that lined the decent sized motel room. Dean yawned as he closed the bathroom door behind him, careful to not wake Sam in the process. The cool tile of the bathroom floor was a welcomed change from the hot, sticky summer nights that Dean had grown accustomed to. He started the shower and in only a few swift movements his clothes were in a pile on the floor. A soft sigh escaped his lips as the warm water rained down on his skin, relaxing his muscles. Dean shut his eyes, only to have the smiling image of the curly-haired blonde flash in front of him. He opened his eyes quickly, bringing both hands up to rub them. The image was all too vivid for his liking. Tomorrow would be their last night on Earth together. He needed to see her, needed to hold her, to touch her. Needed to finally tell her just how he truly felt for her. Tomorrow would be the day he decided.