The next morning was a decompress day. Or so Laney had thought. She organized an entire spa day for the wedding party. However ridiculous it seemed given the nature of their profession, she was determined to give Jane and Sam a normal wedding.

Sam had long since given up the life but Jane knew he had a calling and that he would often receive a call from his brother. Some jobs were just too big for one man. Jane was the most loving, kind natured, girl next door you could find. Perhaps that's what had attracted Sam in the first place. She was something fresh in a life of blood and ruin.

Laney was outside of Dean's hotel room with a cup of coffee, reminding herself she was doing this all for Jane. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and knocked. She imagined him face first in the bed, passed out from the drive and the job. When she started to imagine what he looked like in bed, sheets tangled around him, only wearing boxers, her throat went dry.

He finally answered after the third knock. Lane was disappointed when he answered fully clothed. She pushed her way through and shoved the coffee at him.

"Good morning to you too," Dean griped, before taking a sip of hot coffee. When he sighed in pleasure all the hair on Laney's arms stood up. She deliberately turned around and saw that his suitcase was all packed up.

"Aren't you going to unpack? I assumed you'd be glad to stick in one spot for a while." She said, ignoring him.

"Actually, I had to pack up again this morning. I have to head out."

She whirled around, "What?"

"I got a call from a friend who may be in trouble. I have to go." Dean headed over to the bed setting his cup on the nightstand he began to pack the last of his toiletries.

"No way!"

"Lane, my friends in trouble, don't give me a bunch of shit right now."

"I'm not trying to," She softened, "but you know the most important thing to Sam is to have you here."

"And I will be. I'll be back in time, I promise."

Laney started to panic, she knew a Winchester promise had no weight to it. Unless it was to a family member, it was halfhearted and often forgotten.

"Is it a two-man job, Dean?"

His nostrils flared, when he turned around with that look. "Don't start Lane. Sam is retired and I hunt alone now."

"No, you don't. I'm not stupid, Sam may have given up the life but if it's a big job he never lets you put yourself in jeopardy."

Dean threw his bag over his shoulder and went toe to toe with her. "Get off your high horse, sweetheart. You're not doing me any favors. You made that pretty clear last night." He stepped around her and headed out the door.

Laney's heart sank. Why did he drive her so incredibly crazy? The more reality started to set in the more she realized she couldn't let Dean go on this hunt alone. He wouldn't let her go without a fight though. The entire way back to her room to pack she worked on developing some sort of blackmail to convince Dean to let her go.

Dean was set to go. He'd eaten an incredibly free complimentary breakfast, stuffed his duffel full of everything possible from the hotel, and was loading up the impala. He mentally checked off items in the trunk and when he was satisfied shut the hood.

There she was. Annoyingly sunny and beautiful Laney Carpenter.

He groaned as loud as possible. "What now?"

When she smiled, the radiance she exuded warmed him from the inside and took a hold right around his heart. He pushed his sunglasses onto his face, trying to ignore that feeling he was getting again. His feelings were really beginning to irritate him.

She knowingly opened the back door to the impala and threw her bags in. She saw the recognition on Dean's face and walked to the passenger door, ignoring it. She heard a long protest of no's as threw open the door and got in.

Dean hurried in behind her and once he was sitting across from her his temper started to flare. "What the hell do you think you are doing?"

She glanced over at him, nonchalantly. "I'm going with you."

"THE HELL YOU ARE!"

"I'm going with you and you don't have a choice."

"THE HELL I DON'T!"

"Dean, this is supposed to be the happiest time of Sam and Janes life. I will not have you parading all over god knows where with a chance that you won't come back!" She thought about how serious that statement was. Not only to her friends but to herself as well.

"That's what I thought." She turned to look out the front of the car, and put on her large round sunglasses.

Dean thought about how delicate they made her face look. Emotions started running through him. If she came with him he would have a guarantee to both Jane and Sam that he would be back in time, causing them a lot less stress. On the other hand, he would have a lot more stress bringing Laney on this hunt and not only having to solve a case but also babysit her. It was a shame he didn't see another way around the situation. He made a mental note to leave her in the hotel room stranded at any opportunity.

"This is stupid ass idea. This job is not safe and I don't know what I- Sam and Jane would do if you got hurt." She heard it in his voice, the seriousness, the raw feelings. He always thought he was so clever at hiding them. She noted his tight grip on the steering wheel.

"I've made up my mind. And relax, it's not like it's my first time."

His heart skipped a beat. He remembered the first time he'd taught her to shoot a gun. Although, he knew she could handle herself the idea of her on this trip just put his nerves on overdrive.

"Fine," He snapped. "But you will do what I say, at all times."

"Deal." 'Yeah, right.' She thought.

His eyes narrowed at her.

He let the silence sit for a moment before stating, "And I would hardly call the week of activities you designed the happiest time of their lives. More like the week from hell." He shoved his shades on, temper fully flaring, and drove out of the hotel parking lot. "Now let's discuss the ground rules."

Laney smiled and got comfortable in the seat next to him. When she reached up to the radio, Dean quickly smacked her hand. "Rule number one. DON'T touch the radio."

Laney rolled her eyes and turned away, causing a very smug smile on Dean's face.