"Come on Winchester loosen up and have a little fun." smirking as I snatched the shot of whiskey the bartender just set in front of Dean.

Quickly tossing it back before he could protest my immature behavior once again.

"We're suppose to be working a case, not having fun Lorena." he scowled as I slammed the shot glass down onto the bar, rolling my eyes at him always being so serious, at least with me.

"What would your dad say if he saw you drinking, especially since your underage." he smirked back in a slightly teasing tone.

"He's got jokes shocking." I gasped in mock surprise holding my hand over my heart. "and what's the point in having fake ids if you don't use them." whispering as I leaned in close to him winking.

"We still need to be serious here. We have a job to do." returning to his all to familiar serious tone as he straightened his posture.

I scoffed st how he was closing himself off again and simply shook my head at him, he's been doing that when he gets uncomfortable around me.

"Well I'm going to have some fun while we're at it." turning from him and heading toward the dance floor.

Suddenly I felt a hand grab me by the wrist, stopping me, I looked down at the hand before slowly looking up into Dean's hazel green eyes as he smiled down at me.

"Stay in my line of sight at all times ok Ren." his voice dropping into a low and husky tone as he pulled me into his chest. I gasped staring up at him overwhelmed by his presents.

How did he keep doing this to me, making me feel so overwhelmed with lust, desire and desperation for him.

He brought a hand up cupping my cheek and slowly rubbed his thumb against my jaw while he smiled down at me.

Gasping for air I bolted straight up in my seat, panicking as I quickly gathered myself glancing around my surrounding.

I was still sitting in the passenger seat of the Tahoe as my brother Carlo drove. He was shooting glances at me with concern.

"You alright?" he questioned as he slowed the tahoe down and turned into a roadside gas station.

I lowered my head between my knees taking deep breathes as I tried to push aside that fucking dream, which was really just a memory and all the damn emotions it brought flooding back about him.

"I'm fine...just a bad dream is all." taking a few more breathes I leaned back in the seat as he pulled us to a stop next to the gas pumps.

"Your sure?" he rubbed my arm, I nodded pursing my lips together afraid to say anything, not trusting myself or emotions to come flooding out. "Alright. Well we need gas and food, which do you want to get?" he asked opening his door and sliding out.

"I'll pump the gas. Need some air." I stated simply as I slid out of the passenger seat and came around the side of the Tahoe toward the pumps.

"I'll get you a pizza pocket." he called over his shoulder as he walked toward the store.

I started pumping the gas and leaned against the Tahoe resting my head back closing my eyes and instantly I saw him again, his hazel green eye, his arrogant smirk, dirty blonde hair and square perfect jaw.

Letting out an exasperated sigh I banged my head back into the vehicle pissed that I was thinking about him, it's been a little over a year since the last time I even thought of him on my own without someone at least mentioning him first and now here I was thrown back six years into the past reliving all of those fucking emotions again.

All because we were heading back to Bobby's, every time we went back this happened to me. This flood of damn emotions that I felt for him and I hate it, I hate him and love him.

God I'm messed up, six fucking years later and I'm still that stupid love struck eighteen year old that let Dean Winchester get under her skin and into her heart. Idiot.

The pump clicked pulling me from myself loathing getting my attention as I put the gas handle back and closed up the gas tank.

I climbed back into the passenger seat and watched Carlo cross the parking lot holding up the bag revealing the food.

I couldn't stop the smile that spread across my face as I watched the only person that's never let me down or left my side walk toward me and for at least a few moments in this life as a Hunter, everything felt almost right in my life.

"Food." he announced as he climbed back into the driver seat tossing the bag at me.

"Thanks big brother." smiling as I opened the bag pulling out my vitamin water XXX and pizza pocket. I also pulled out Carlo's pepsi, two bbq burritos and corn dog.

Good lord he eat's a lot for someone who never seemed to gain an ounce of fat. He pulled us out of the gas station as I un-wrapped one of his burritos handing it to him.

"So how much farther to Bobby's?" leaning back into the seat as I un-wrapped my pizza pocket and took a bite.

"Few more hours. We should be there before it gets dark." he mumbled as he chewed his burrito. I grimaced at the thought of being back at Bobby's, it was the place I last saw him.

I used to love Bobby's as much as Carlo, it used to be filled with memories of our Papi before he was killed.

Some bad but mostly good memories hanging out getting a few precious moments in this horrible, dutiful life of being a hunter to actually act like kids and be a family at least for a little while.

Now when I go back all I think about is him, how he snuck his way into my heart only to shatter it at the first chance he got, and how he took off abandoning me in the middle of the night.

Man I'm pathetic.

"You gonna be okay, going back." Carlo asked as he took a swig of his pepsi pulling me from my thoughts.

I bit my lip as I honestly thought about it. Would I be alright this time. Would I be able to stand being there without flipping out and acting like a complete bitch to Carlo or Bobby.

"I'll be fine." shaking my head as I forced myself to believe the words as they left my mouth.

I had to let it all go. I had to stop letting him have so much control over me and my emotions. I need to be done.

No more broken heart, no more torturous dreams reliving the past, no more of him. I needed to shut down my emotions when it comes to Winchester, I haven't even seen him in over five years he's probably far beyond over anything we ever had.

So I was going to be too, I needed to let it all go, move on and forget about him. He means nothing to me, he's nothing to me. I straighten my back and sat up farther in the seat with renounced sense of determination.

We arrived just outside Sioux Falls and I knew we would be at Bobby's soon as much as I told myself I could handle it, I started to panic.

"Hey can we stop at the next store." sitting up in my seat wanting to prolong getting to Bobby's. Carlo shot me a glance trying to read why I suddenly wanted to stop. "I want to get the blonde out of my hair before I see Bobby. It's bad enough you making fun of me for it." I quickly explained nudging him in the arm with a teasing tone to my voice.

"Right. You getting tired of the blonde jokes." he chuckled changing lanes to get closer to the right and pulling into a drug store parking lot.

"Ya. If I hear another how many blonds does it take joke I'm going to wring your neck." I scoffed playing along, when really I just wanted delay getting to the Salvage Yard. He parked the tahoe and I quickly climbed out and headed into the store.

Even taking my time it only took up about 20 minutes to find and buy the dye. I climbed back into the passenger seat as he pulled out of the parking lot.

"I'll drop you off and go and find us a motel to stay at, that way I can dye my hair." rushing the words out hoping that he won't object.

"I thought we would stay with Bobby." he was clearly upset by my choice. I shrugged my shoulders and grimaced at him.

"You can if you want...I just..I can't not after everything with Papi and everything else." whispering as I clenched my jaw, hating that I was basically putting my brother on the spot to spend sometime with Bobby or to stay with me in a another crappy motel. I watched as his face fell knowing that he was going to choose to stay with me. "Stay at Bobby's. I'm a big girl I can take of myself. Besides it's only a few miles down the road." I stated not wanting to see that look of disappointment on his face.

"You sure you'll be alright?" asking with concern even as I watched his eyes light up, happy about getting the chance to catch up with Bobby.

"I'm sure." smiling at my big brother who some how managed to make me feel like I was the one caring for him then the other way around.

Ten minutes later Carlo pulled into the Salvage yards driveway. Leading us under the huge arching sign that read SINGER AUTO SALVAGE over the top.

I glanced around at the cars piled on top of each other, the rusted to nothingness, others were stripped almost to the frames for their spare parts.

This place use to be a welcomed sight after months on the road with Papi, we would spend hours playing in the cars.

Bobby taught us both how to repair and replace different parts that went out on my Papi's old blue Chevy truck we used to travel around in and now my stomach clenched tight as I cringed at the thought of having to go into that house.

Carlo stopped and parked at the back door, he quickly jumped out as I climbed out after him and came around to jump into the driver seat.

"Your not going to come in and at least say hi first?" Carlo asked as he pulled his bag from the back hatch.

"I'll be back later...I just want to get this damn blonde out of hair already." smirking as I adjusted the seat and buckled up, not giving my brother a chance to push the issue or question me farther.

Glancing toward the back door I instantly spotted Bobby standing on the porch furrowing his brow, his arms crossed over his chest as he scowled down at me in the driver seat.

I simply waved at him as Carlo walked up to him, I backed out of the driveway without looking back at either one of them and head back toward town to hopefully find a motel and get an available room.

Michael Trevino as Carlo Vega