Sam and Dean left the Antique Mall and made a quick stop for lunch before they headed over to Jack's upholstery shop a few blocks over. They pulled into the parking lot of the shop. The outside of the building was painted black. The garage door attached to the shop was painted bright yellow. Dean raised his eyebrows at the strange paint job. He was reminded of Jack's uniform.
'This guy really has got a thing for black and yellow.' Dean remarked.
'I guess so.' Sam nodded his head as they walked into the shop. Inside the shop they could hear the radio and the sound of hammering. Dean looked at the wall, there were band posters hung on the wall. Behind the counter there were piles of furniture in various state of repair. 'Does anyone else work here but him?' Dean asked out loud. 'Hey, Jack!' Dean yelled out. 'You back there?' He pressed his index finger on a small bell that sat on the counter.
'Yes? Hello?' Jack walked up to the counter. His expression turned flat as he recognized Sam and Dean standing before him. 'FBI guys again.' He pulled a pair of clear safety glasses off of his face. 'Did you forget something?'
'Sort of.' Sam began. 'This is going to sound strange, but we need to know as much as you can tell us about Zelda, her likes and dislikes. Favorite things, activities, stuff like that.'
'Why?' Jack shook his head at them. He pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it. 'Let's be honest here, you guys aren't from the FBI are you?'
'Well sort of.' Sam assured him. 'You see, we think that your jar theory may not be that far fetched.' Sam held up the jar that he brought inside with him. 'We think that Zelda may be trapped inside this jar just like you said. And if were going in after her we need to know more about her.'
'Are you fucking with me? Cause that's not cool.' Jack took a long drag off the cigarette. 'It's been a really tough week for me.'
'I assure you were completely serious here.' Dean assured him.
'Right, you seem like the serious type.' He frowned at Dean.
'Oh come on.' Dean smiled.
'I really don't have time for this.' Jack sighed. He stared at the brothers for another minute silently trying to figure out who they were. 'You really want me to believe you guys are legit FBI agents assigned to a case of missing girl. During your investigation, some weird guy who works with her tells you she vanished into a jar and you believe it?' He shook his head.
'It's the best lead we have right now, and were going to look into it. That's the way we do things.' Sam replied trying to convince Jack that he was serious.
'Okay, the only way this can be kind of true, that you really believe what I said and your 'looking into it' is if you guys are part of the X-Files or something.'
'Well, I guess that's close.' Dean nodded.
'Something's not right.' Jack pulled up a stool and sat down at the counter.
'Well, can you just go along with us for now?' Sam asked him.
'I suppose, but I don't know what I can tell you about Zelda. We weren't best friends or anything, we only kind of worked together.'
'Yeah, but you like her.' Dean raised his eyebrows at him. 'You've had a crush on this girl for who knows how long, and you don't know anything about her. I don't think so.'
'I don't know, she likes old things. She's into classic films, vintage stuff. I see her a lot at this speakeasy cocktail bar the Starlight Lounge.' He took a deep breath trying to think of what to tell them. 'She always has a book with her, so I assume she likes to read, her favorite color is red.' He shrugged his shoulders. 'Is that good enough?'
'It's a start.' Sam nodded his head.
'We talk about music a lot.' Jack continued. 'She knows a lot about it.' His thoughts drifted and he thought about the afternoons he spent talking to Zelda in the store room. Her could see her short dark hair as it framed her face perfectly. Her brilliant green eyes shined in his memory. 'Why do you need to know all this again?' He asked Sam and Dean.
'After listening to what you had to say about her disappearing into the jar, we think Zelda has been trapped by a creature called a Pandora.' Sam revealed.
'Like as in Pandora's box?' He asked.
'Yes, like as in Pandora's box.' Sam affirmed.
'And yes, before you ask...' Dean smiled. 'We know this isn't a box.' Dean held up the jar.
'Okay.' Jack smirked. 'But everyone knows according to Greek history Pandora's box wasn't a box.' Jack raised his eyebrows at Dean.
'Everyone knows?' Dean huffed.
'Yeah. Did you not know that?' Jack smiled.
'Of course I knew that.' Dean grumbled. 'Well, smart guy. Do you realize the Pandora lives inside the jar where it creates a fantasy world to trick souls into staying there? And according to what you've told us it seems that your little girlfriend could be endanger of being trapped inside forever.'
'Is that true?' He turned to Sam.
'Why are you asking him?' Dean demanded.
'Is it?' He asked Sam again.
'We think so.' Sam said.
'This is crazy.' Jack shook his head.
'Crazy or not we need your help.' Sam urged him for more information.
'I don't know what else I can tell you.' Jack sighed.
'Listen, you help us out here and I'll let you in on a little secret about your girl Zelda.' Dean fiddled with the top of the lid. 'I feel like this thing is getting looser Sammy.'
'What kind of secret?' Jack asked feeling his heart begin to beat rapidly.
'We found a picture of you in her desk.' Dean smiled.
'In Zelda's desk? What does that mean?' Jack shook his head.
'It means, we found an article about you opening this shop.' Sam clarified. 'Your picture, standing out front. She clipped it, and kept it in her desk drawer.'
'No way.' Jack remarked. He stared at Sam and Dean for a minute. 'Why would she do that?'
'What are you dense?' Dean asked him.
'Alright. I've had about enough of this.' Jack stood up quickly.
'No wait.' Sam put his hand on top of Jack's. 'Don't go. Dean...' He looked at his brother urging him to apologize.
'Okay, okay I'm sorry.' Dean patted Jack on the shoulder. 'It just means she likes you.'
'But that doesn't make sense.' Jack frowned. 'All this time. We were always friendly but, I tried asking her out a few times and she never really showed any interest.'
'Maybe she was just shy.' Sam nodded.
'But that's not like her. She's not really a shy person.'
'Either way, she's in trouble and she needs your help to get her out of there.' Dean interrupted. 'So, are you going to help us get her back or not?' Dean said as he continued pulling the top of the jar almost unconsciously.
'Yeah.' Jack smiled. 'I guess I'll help.'
'Great.' Sam sighed with relief.
'Um... Sam.' Dean felt the top of the jar as it separated from the bottom even more. 'I think this thing is really getting looser.'
'Okay Dean, but maybe we shouldn't take it off just yet.' he held his hands up to Dean.
'What if we can't get it off later?' Dean pulled again and the top came completely off. He stared down at the jar in shock of what he just did. 'Oh shit.' He couldn't see anything inside of the jar as it was completely dark. He felt his stomach drop as he stared deeply inside of it. Dean turned to look at his brother, he had a look of horror on his face. Dean turned back to look into the jar as a bright ray of light began to escape from it.
'Dean.' Sam groaned in astonishment. 'Damnit Dean!' The light exploded out of the jar and filled the entire room. Sam put his hands firmly over his eyes protecting them from the terribly bright light.
'No, not that light again!' Jack shielded his eyes.
'Maybe if I try to put it back on.' Dean suggested. He struggled with his eyes closed to put the top back onto the jar but it was no use. He felt a strong force pulling his body towards the jar. He couldn't fight it, he was too close. 'Sammy!?' Dean yelled out.
'Dean?' Sam replied. 'Are you okay?'
'I don't know, I think it's pulling me inside can you feel that?' Dean asked referring to the current pulling him.
'Oh, I feel it.' Sam replied. 'Jack are you there, are you okay?' He yelled out to him.
'I'm here! I'm okay but I'm definitely being pulled in too.' He yelled. Everything in the upholstery shop seemed to shake and all three men felt their bodies fly through the air and then drop. The light began to subside as they all tried to figure out what had just happened.
'Ouch.' Dean groaned as he felt his body surge with pain.
'My eyes can't take much more of this.' Jack lamented. He rubbed his eyes and waited before he stood up. 'What the hell, that was a hard landing.' He squeezed his ankle.
'Sam?' Dean spoke 'Sam are you here?' The strong winds died completely and the room was still once more.
'I'm here.' He announced. 'I'm just not sure where here is.' He said as the room he was in began to come into focus. He noticed a few things about the upholstery shop that immediately looked different. There were old tool boxes strewn near his feet.
'Neither am I.' Dean looked closely at his foot, it was covered in an old leather work boot. He shook his head in confusion. He looked at his clothing, he was wearing a dark blue jumpsuit. As his eyes focused even clearer he saw a large automobile a few feet to his left. 'Sam, we have a problem.'
'What is it?' Sam asked as he also rubbed his eyes trying to make sense of his surroundings. The room smelled of motor oil and gasoline.
'First of all, I think you should take a look at that.' Dean said pointing to the car. Sam stood up and walked towards the sound of Dean's voice. His eye finally adjusted to the light. He saw the car that Dean spoke of and the air in his lungs stood still.
'Dean? Is that...'
'That's a Model T.' Dean said as walked a little bit closer to the car.
'Oh, man.' Sam took a deep breath as he blinked his eyes hard. 'We did it, were inside the Pandora's box.'
'Guys?' Jack began speaking. 'Where are we?'
'If I had to guess, I'd say we were in an auto shop. And by the looks of these cars, and this uniform we are a long way from home.' Dean shook his head.
'Wow.' Jack marveled in the sight of the place. 'You know the upholstery shop was a garage before I bought it. It was vacant for years but I mean it was at one point a garage.'
'That makes sense, this must have been what the shop looked like...' Sam trailed off looking at his own clothing. He was wearing an impeccable pin stripped suit. 'I'm assuming were in the 1920's since that's when the Pandora's box was made and this clothing.' He said referring to his suit.
'And the car.' Dean reassured him.
'How come your in a suit? And were in uniforms?' Jack asked.
'I have no idea.' Sam shrugged his shoulders.
'So, we are in my shop but were in the 1920's?' Jack asked feeling his head feel heavy.
'Well were not really in the 1920's, were inside the Pandora's box, it's trying to trick us to think we've time traveled.' Dean said. He looked around the room for more clues. He saw a calendar on the wall and squinted to read the date. He pointed to it for the other guys to look at. 'Look at that 1926.'
'1926, that's pretty cool.' Jack said and took a deep breath. 'I've always wanted to see what the 20's were like. You know some of the greatest Delta Blues players were born in 1926, like Son House and...'
'Jack.' Sam interrupted him. 'We didn't actually travel back in time, you get that right?' Sam walked closer to Jack.
'No, I understand that.'
'Okay. I'm sorry you got dragged here with us but you've got to make sure you're careful here.' Sam felt badly that Jack got dragged into the Pandora's box with them.
'So, Zelda is here somewhere?' Jack asked Sam.
'Yes. We're going to have to look for her.'
'Dean!' A man's deep voice boomed into the room. 'Are you two knuckleheads done with Mr. Joseph's car yet?'
'Uh...' Dean looked around for the origin of the man's voice. He saw a small window leading to an office and a man's head poking out. Dean smiled quickly. 'Yeah, were uh...just about done.' He looked over at the car in question. It was in a million parts.
'Are you sure?' The man said as he walked into the back shop. There was a stump of a cigar hanging from his mouth. He gave Dean a disappointed look as he saw he wasn't doing any work, and was just standing there talking. He looked down at the pile of parts below the car. 'This isn't a good example to set for the new guy.' He said pointing to Jack.
'No, I'm sorry Mr...' Dean stopped realizing he had no idea what this man's name was. He quickly looked around the shop for more clues. The printing on the back of Jack's uniform read 'Anderson's Garage. He bit his lip and went for it. 'Mr. Anderson.' Dean smiled.
'Are you drunk Dean?' Mr. Anderson narrowed his eyes at Dean.
'What? No.' He shook his head. 'I'm totally sober.' He thought for a minute. 'Isn't alcohol illegal in 1926?' Dean accidentally asked out loud.
'Ha!' Mr. Anderson laughed at him. 'You're quite the comedian today.' He shook his head again. 'Isn't alcohol illegal.' He continued to laugh. 'Like that's ever stopped anyone, especially you Dean.' Mr. Anderson looked over to Sam and his eyes lit up. 'Sam Winchester!' He chuckled. 'I didn't know you were here.'
'Yup.' He furrowed his brow. 'Here I am.'
'Why didn't you tell me he was stopping by Dean?'
'I honestly don't know.' Dean shook his head at Sam. 'It must have slipped my mind.'
'Can I get you something to drink Sam? Anything for my favorite divorce lawyer.'
'Divorce lawyer.' Sam winced. 'Of course.' He exhaled audibly. He had always had dreams of becoming a lawyer but not a divorce lawyer. 'I uh.. I'm fine.'
'Are you sure? I don't mind. After all you did for me with Gertrude, I owe you at least that.' He chuckled.
'No, that won't be necessary. I just needed to talk to my brother for a minute.'
'Please, go ahead.' He smiled. 'Dean is that car going to be finished by the end of the day?' He asked pointing again to the car.
'Um...' Dean looked at the clock on the wall. It read 4:45pm. 'We work till 5?' He asked.
'Always.'
'Yeah. I don't see it being ready by then.'
'Fine.' He took a puff of his cigar. 'Monday morning then, I want it done before lunch.'
'Okay.' Dean agreed.
'And I don't care how hung over you are, I want you in by 9.'
'Hung-over?' Dean shook his head. 'Am I an alcoholic or something?'
'What kind of question is that?' Mr. Anderson shook his head at Dean.
'Never mind. I'll be here at 9.'
'Alright.' He turned around and headed back to a small office on the other side of the garage.
'Okay, Dean.' Sam begun. 'Before we get to far into the details of this 1920's world we have to be smart about this. We have to keep an eye on each other here. Make sure were all in our right mind and that we aren't starting to believe the fantasy.'
'Yeah, Yeah.' Dean grumbled. 'Don't worry so much.'
'Come on Dean, it's not like it hasn't happened before.'
'Sam.' Dean turned around quickly and grabbed the collar of his brothers shirt. 'Don't make me ruin this nice suit of yours. If you bring that up again I'm going to knock your teeth in.'
'Fine!' Sam pushed Dean off of him. 'I'm just saying.'
'Well stop saying it.' He hissed.
'Sensitive.' Sam shook his head and looked over at Jack. 'Did you hear what I said?' Sam asked Jack, he was looking at the interior of the Model T.
'This is a great car.' Jack said as took a deep breath. 'Smell that leather. They don't make things like this anymore. I mean, I make things like this. But no one appreciates it. Look at that stitching.' He continued to trace his finger on the leather seats. 'These days, everyone wants cheap and easy.' He ran his hand through his black hair. 'It's a shame.'
'Hey, there's nothing wrong with cheap and easy.' Dean cracked.
'What?' Jack turned back to Dean not getting his joke.
'Never mind.' He shook his head. 'You guys are no fun.' Dean watched as Jack continue to study the stitching of the upholstery. 'Alright Martha, let's stop obsessing over the stiching in there.' Dean walked away from the car.
'Martha? Martha Stewart?' Jack shook his head angrily. 'I'll have you know I'm an artist. The upholstery work I do isn't comparable to housewives making quilts.' Jack shot back.
'Can we not do this right now?' Sam sighed. 'I didn't get to explain how serious the possibility of getting trapped in this world was.'
'Sure you did. I get it.' Jack shook his head. 'It's all make believe.' He nodded his head.
'See, the kids got it.' Dean smiled.
'Yeah, what he said.' Jack continued to look at the car. He turned back to Sam who had a look of disappointment on his face. 'So, are you guys really brothers?' He asked Sam and Dean.
'Yeah.' Sam agreed.
'Tough break.' Jack said looking at Sam.
'What the hell does that mean?' Dean shook his head. He looked over to Sam who had a slight smile on his face. He shrugged his shoulders at Dean's scornful look.
'So, you guys are brothers, and FBI partners?' Jack asked. 'Do they really do that?'
'Not quite.' Sam decided to reason with Jack. 'Dean and I, we sort of investigate supernatural phenomenon, were not exactly FBI agents.'
'I knew you weren't.' Jack smiled. 'Especially with those fake names...'
'Well, your a regular Sherlock Holmes.' Dean remarked. 'I'm sure your mom would be very proud of you.'
'I'm sure she would' He replied. 'You may be bad actors but at least you've got good taste in music.' He said looking over at Dean. Dean shook his head in affirmation.
'Well we should probably start looking for this girl.' Dean said as he pulled a rag out of his pocket and replaced it on top of his toolbox.
'Jack, once we find her it's going to be your job to leave with us.' Sam explained. 'Once we do that we will summon the Pandora and force it to release us back to the real world.'
'Okay.' Jack took a deep breath. 'And you guys are sure this is going to work?'
'There are no guarantees but I think it will work. We just have to do this as quick as possible to make sure we aren't influenced by the Pandora's spell.' Sam continued.
'Alright.' Jack looked up at the clock on the wall. 'Let's do this.'
'Hey!' Mr. Anderson's voice boomed from the office window again. 'Zelda's on the phone!'
'Zelda?' Jack asked as he instinctually began walking towards the office.
'Wait.' Sam called out to Jack. 'We don't know that she's calling for you.'
'Who else would she be calling for? She doesn't know you guys.'
'No, she doesn't.' Sam wiggled his toes in his black dress shoes, they were uncomfortable.
'Dean, Damnit!' The boss yelled again. 'Did you hear me?'
'Hear you about what?' Dean shook his head.
'I said that Zelda was on the phone for you.' Dean looked back at Sam and Jack and raised his eyebrows. 'For me?' He yelled back to the boss. 'Alright, tell her I'm coming.' He held his hands up in confusion. 'I'll be back.' Dean walked to the office where Mr. Anderson was drinking a tall glass of scotch.
'Dean...' Mr. Anderson began with his hand over the receiver of the telephone. 'Little word of advice from a guy who's been there.'
'Okay.'
'Don't make the dame your about to marry wait on the telephone, especially when it's her birthday. You'll spend your entire marriage in the dog house. You don't want to end up like me.'
'Marriage?' Dean coughed. 'I'm getting married?'
'Yes, are you sure you haven't been drinking?' Mr. Anderson asked as he narrowed his eyes at Dean.
'I haven't been drinking.' He assured him. 'I'm just...tired.'
'Sure.' His boss handed him the small cone shaped ear piece. Dean put it up to his ear and spoke into the microphone on the base of the telephone. 'Hello?' He asked cautiously.
'Dean, baby.' A young woman's voice gushed on the other line. 'Are you done yet?'
'Done? With work?' He looked up at the clock. 'Yeah, I'm done.'
'Oh good. Can you do me a favor before you head to the Starlight? Will you pick up my little brother at the train station?'
'Sure.' Dean cleared his throat. 'Pick up your brother, at the train station before heading to the Starlight. Great.' He sighed realizing he had no idea what the Starlight was or what her brother looked like.
'I know he's a pain, but maybe this past year at College will have been good for him.'
'Oh yeah, college is great for making kids grow up and become more mature.' Dean smirked.
'Thanks Dean.' She replied. 'Oh, and I'll bring your suit to the Starlight.'
'Perfect.' He shook his head in defeat realizing he had no control or understand of what was going on.
'So, I'll see you at seven. I can't wait to see what you got me for my birthday.'
'I can't wait to see it either.' He stumbled over his words.
'You don't fool me Dean.' She laughed. 'I'm sure you got me something great.'
'Absolutely.' He lied.
'Well, I've got to go, there is a lot to do before the party starts. I love you Dean.' She paused waiting for him to answer.
'I uh...' He cleared his throat. 'Love you too.'
'Bye bye, I'll see you soon.'
'Bye.' He hung up the phone with a thud. His mind raced trying to figure out how we was going to accomplish all of these tasks.
'You didn't get her anything did you?' His boss spoke breaking his train of though.
'It must have slipped my mind.' He exhaled. 'I've got to pick up her brother at the train station, and I've got to get her a birthday present.'
'Just have Sam pick up the brother, while you head into town. Pick her out a dress at that new boutique store all the girls are raving about. I know my daughter can't stop talking about it.'
'How am I going to buy her a dress? I don't even know what size she is.' Dean scrunched his face. 'In fact I've never actually seen her.' He mumbled under his breath.
'Just tell the sales girl it's for Zelda, I'm sure she can figure it out for you.'
'Okay, I guess I can do that.' He stared at Mr. Anderson for a minute unsure if he should blow his cover so soon. 'Can I ask you a weird question?'
'Sure.'
'When you said, the girl I'm about to marry. How soon were you talking? And no, I haven't been drinking so just tell me please.'
'Sunday. You and Zelda are getting married on Sunday.'
'Oh wow.' He took a deep breath. 'That's real soon isn't it.'
'It's in two days.'
'That barely gives me anytime at all.' He scratched his head thinking about how they were going to convince Zelda to come back to the 21st century with them. 'I'm screwed.' He shook his head.
'That's how I felt before I got married, in my case I should have went with my instincts. But for you it's a normal reaction.' he laughed heartily. 'Don't worry Zelda is nothing like my wife. The two of you are great together.'
'If you say so.'
'Stop worrying so much. Just think of it this way if it doesn't work out, you can always have your brother help you out.'
'Right, cause he's a divorce lawyer.' Dean smirked thinking about Sam as a divorce lawyer.
'I know it's not the most socially acceptable thing in the world, but it sure made my life easier.'
'Thanks for the advice Mr. Anderson but I really should get going.' Dean shook his head.
'Okay, okay. Have fun at the party, and the wedding.' He cleared his throat. 'You know I wasn't serious about Monday morning. You should take the day off.'
'Thanks.' Dean looked around the room nervously. 'Goodnight then.'
'Goodnight.' Dean walked back into the garage where Sam and John were patiently waiting to hear what happened.
'Well? What happened.' Sam questioned his brother as he watched him pick up his things and head for the door.
'How come I always end up the one in the middle of all this stuff?' Dean shook his head in disbelief. 'Do you want to elaborate?' Sam asked him.
'Apparently, were getting married.' He sighed.
'You're getting married to Zelda?' Jack asked Dean.
'Yup.' Dean exhaled audibly. 'Sammy, I thought you said this was suposto be some kind of ideal fantasy world, it doesn't sound like it to me.'
'Are you sure about that Dean?' Sam asked him. 'A wife and a family? A job as a car mechanic? It sounds pretty spot on to me.' Sam looked at his brother who was staring at him in silence. Sam could see the anger rising in Dean's face. He swallowed hard waiting for Dean to say something.
'You know what 1-800 Lawyer, forget I said anything.' Dean shot back.
'Oh Come on.' Sam shook his head. 'I'm sorry.'
'No.' Dean walked away from his brother and Jack shaking his head in aggravation. 'I'm glad this is entertaining for you, but I for one would like to focus on this case.'
'Okay. Let's focus then.' Sam agreed.
'Apparently it's Zelda's birthday, and there's some big party tonight. I have to get her a dress and pick her brother up from the train station, then I have to head to the Starlight. Only problem is I have no idea what her brother looks like or where the Starlight is.'
'That's not a problem.' Jack interrupted. 'I know where it is.' John nodded. 'She still goes there. It's over on Maple street. It's her favorite bar.'
'Great. We'll put in an appearance and let her know it's time to get out of here.' Dean fumed still angry. He knew that deep down his brother was right about Dean wanted a settled life, but Dean also knew that it was something he could never have. He almost had it once, there was a year when he and Sam were separated, and Sam was presumed dead. Dean lived with an old girlfriend Lisa and her young son Ben. But just like all the good things in his life it was only temporary. After Sam resurfaced they went back on the road to fight evil.
'I've also met Zelda's brother.' Jack said. 'I think he goes to NYU, he's a real pain in the ass. He would come visit her at the Antique Mall during winter break. He was always breaking things.'
'Okay, then we can go pick him up.' Sam suggested.
'Light's out boys.' The boss yelled as he shut the power down tot he main room. 'You don't have to go home but you can't stay here.'
'Okay.' Sam said as he led Dean and Jack out of the garage. Sam turned back to look at his brother. 'Dean are you alright?'
'I'm fine. Let's go take care of business. Do you still have the notebook so we can summon the Pandora when the time comes?'
'Yeah I got it.' Sam said holding up the notebook.
'Great. You two do your thing, I'll do mine and we'll meet up at the Starlight. The sooner we get moving the sooner we can get back to normal.'
'Slow it down for a minute.' Sam shook his head, he worried about Dean. 'Don't be so pigheaded and angry at me that you start to lose yourself.'
'You know what Sammy?' Dean shot back. 'You've been nothing but a major pain in my ass since we started this case.'
'I'm worried about you is all. We've got to make a pact that if any of us notices another seems to be acting strange we immediately deal with it. If we aren't right on top of this were at risk to be lost here forever.'
'A pact?' Dean shook his head. 'What are we in boy scouts?'
'Come on Dean, this is serious.' Sam shook his head.
'I am serious.' Dean stared at his brother. 'You don't have to worry about me. I can take care of myself I did last time right?'
'Yeah, you did.' He took a deep breath. 'I'm sorry I said those things about you having a family, I didn't think it would upset you so much.'
'It's fine.' Dean lied. 'I'm over it.'
'Okay, so promise me ...'
'I promise I'll make sure no one gets brainwashed.' Dean exhaled.
'I promise too.' Jack laughed.
'Wonderful.' Dean cleared his throat. 'So, now that that's out of the way, what's the immediate plan here?' Dean closed the garage door behind him and looked around the back parking lot. To his immediate right was a beautiful red and white 1926 Chrysler Imperial. 'Oh man.' He smiled feeling his mood lift. 'This has got to be my car.'
'It may be mine.' Sam interjected. 'I am a lawyer.'
'Right, but I'm a car mechanic so it's probably mine. I probably fixed it up.'
'This is a brand new car Dean.'
'Damnit.' He stared at the beautiful car. 'That's right, stupid 1926.'
'Look at this.' Sam pulled out an old car key from his pocket. 'It is mine.'
'Perfect.' Dean grumbled. 'Alright so, you drop me off downtown. I'll get a dress and you go pick up the brother at the train station. Jack, do you know how close the Starlight is to the dress store or whatever?'
'The Starlight is two blocks from the town center.'
'Fine. I'll walk.'
'Alright.' Sam agreed. 'Let's get going then.'