For the past hour, Dean had listened to Jessie and Bobby talk about almost every topic known to man; from old friends to her latest hunt, apparently the angry ghost of a murder victim was terrorizing the children of its killer. Dean was never said a word as he finished the last of his six-pack. He wasn't about to let this Jessie-girl out of his sight in case she tried to mess with his baby again.

"You seriously stole a cop car?" Sam asked, dumbfounded, after hearing about how Jessie escaped the police after a run-in with a shape-shifter. Dean had a deja vu moment while listening to her.

"Yeah, I needed a way out of the state. It worked," Jessie grinned.

"Wow," the younger Winchester smiled, deliberatly staring at his older brother. Apparently, Sammy thought she was just a bundle of joy. Bobby took a swig of his beer before getting up to throw away the bottle. "So how did you run into Bobby?" Sam wondered.

"Bobby saved my life," Jessie answered. "I was young and stupid and got in way over my head; Bobby showed up just in time."

"What exactly happened?" Dean asked, setting his beer on the counter before crossing his arms.

"Oh, he speaks," the woman laughed. She tapped against the table and stood up.

"You never really told me why you were back in town," Bobby pointed out.

"Finished a job, decided I could come see an old friend," Jessie grinned, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. She hadn't had a single beer all night. Dean rolled his eyes.

"You a lightweight or something?" he grumbled. Bobby and Jessie shared a huge grin before Bobby's phone began ringing.

"Yeah?" the older man demanded. "Yep...sounds like it...Mhm...I'll send the boys over in the morning...Bye."

"We have a job?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, Ellen called and said that there was a hunter at the Roadhouse talking about some strange deaths in a small town in Maryland. I told her I would send you guys up to the Old-Line State in the morning," Bobby explained.

"It'll be good to get back on the road," Dean announced.

"Oh, can I come?" Jessie asked, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

"No," Dean snapped instantly.

At the same time Sam answered, "Yes."

"Sam!"

"Dean, it wouldn't hurt to have her along," Sam added.

"She. Stole. My. Car!"

"I'm willing to put that behind us," Jessie sighed, placing a hand on Dean's shoulder. "I'm taking it off," she said after recieving a dirty look.

"Dean, the stupid car is back and completely fine. Get over it," Bobby scolded. Dean let out a gruff sigh and crossed his arms over his chest. "Dean," Bobby growled. Sam looked up at his older brother with those puppy-dog eyes that Dean couldn't say 'no' too; he glanced over at Jessie, who pursed her lips in a pout that Dean could only define as 'cute,' much to his dismay.

"Fine!" he yelled, throwing his hands up in the air. "You can come with us, but you never touch the keys and it's my music the entire way there! I don't want to hear a peep out of you," Dean said, pointing his finger at Jessie, who smiled.

"I don't think the music will be a problem, you can learn alot about somebody from what they keep in their car," she explained, grinning at Dean on her way out of the room.

"What did I get myself into?" Dean thought.