Dean walked through the bar away from the awkward conversation he'd just been having with Jo. He'd been searching for a way to get away, and once he realized that Sam and Taylor were still touring the bar he'd decided he'd go and join them. They were probably having a lot more fun then he'd just been.

He looked around the entire bar and the several rooms in the back that only staff was supposed to be allowed in. He was getting frustrated, wondering where they could possibly be when he got his answer. He heard a loud familiar laughing coming from the basement level. He fast-walked to the stairs and descended down them as Sam and Taylor continued to laugh. He looked around, wondering what was so funny, but the second they saw him at the bottom of the stairs they stopped laughing.

"Hey," Taylor said finally with a grin, walking over to where Dean stood. Sam and she still had smiles on their faces from whatever they'd been laughing about. She slid an arm around his waist and he immediately put his arm around her. Sam cleared his throat uncomfortably, looking around awkwardly.

"So, how was your conversation with Jo?" Sam asked curiously with a playful smile. Taylor looked at him with interest, probably wondering the same thing.

"Dull," Dean admitted, and Sam laughed a little while Taylor smiled, probably happy to hear her and Sam had had more fun in the basement level than he and Jo did.

"Well, I don't know about you guys, but I'm gonna go grab a drink," Taylor said a few moments later, gesturing her thumb upstairs. She shot a smirk at Dean before walking out from under the weight of his arm, and up the stairs. Dean had just been having a drink with Jo so he decided he'd stay downstairs for awhile with Sam.

"So what did you guys really talk about up there?" Sam asked curiously with a grin, and Dean looked around the room for somewhere to sit before answering.

"Not that much," Dean informed him. "She asked if things were okay after the last time we saw each other." Dean looked over at Sam who had stiffened at the mention of that memory.

"And what did you tell her?" Sam asked nervously, putting his hands in the pockets of his dark denim jeans.

"Just that it was family business," Dean told him, and hoped he wouldn't mention they'd been with Bobby. Luckily he dropped the subject, probably not wanting to ever mention that time again, and Dean was grateful.

"And what did you and Taylor do down here while I was gone?" Dean asked curiously, eager to change the subject.

"We just talked for a little about random stuff," Sam admitted, and Dean nodded, glad that he hadn't really missed much.

"I wonder why she and Jo don't get along though," Dean wondered aloud and Sam shot him a look, but Dean wasn't looking at him. "Not that Jo gets along with many people, but . . ." Dean added, trailing off.

"You seriously don't know why they don't like each other?" Sam asked, obviously dumbfounded his brother hadn't sensed the jealousy between them over Dean. He shot Sam a confused look like he had no clue so Sam sighed, continuing. "Jo likes you, Dean."

Dean stood there for a minute, eyes widening at what Sam had just told him. He turned towards the wall to his left and stood there, repeating those words over and over in his head. "Jo likes you, Dean." He'd assumed she'd found him attractive like every other girl they met on hunts, but just hearing she liked him made it so much more official. He now realized why their conversations had been so awkward. She didn't know what to say around him because she liked him.

"And you know this, why?" Dean asked after gathering his composure, turning around to give his brother his signature skeptical look.

"I think everyone but you knows," Sam admitted with a smile, finding this situation a little humorous that his brother was the only one that didn't see the way Jo's face lit up whenever Dean walked into a room. Dean looked around the room again as if trying to find the reason why Jo liked him in the walls of the basement of the Roadhouse. Dean knew that things would be even more awkward than before between them now.

"I need some air," Dean said flatly, taking off up the stairs to leave Sam standing alone in the basement. He took the steps two at a time, still totally confused, and not believing what Sam had told him. He walked back into the bar and scanned the room. He saw Jo's face light up when she saw him, and he stopped himself from sighing aloud. Crap, Sammy was right.

He looked away from Jo and saw Taylor sitting at a small table laughing with a few guys. They looked like hunters; one looked around Dean's age while the other looked around Sam's. They couldn't keep their eyes off of Taylor, and Dean stopped himself from walking over and jealously asking them to get away from his girlfriend. He started to walk towards the door when he heard someone cal his name.

"Dean," the voice called out again, and finally he decided to turn around. Taylor stood there, panting a little from running across the bar to catch him. "Where are you going?" She asked curiously, and Dean saw the guys she'd just been talking with staring at her with envious looks at Dean.

"I just need some air," Dean assured her, gave her one last look, before turning around and departing from the bar leaving a confused and concerned Taylor.

Dean walked across the parking lot in long strides, hoping no one had followed him out there. He scanned the small parking lot of classic cars similar, but not even close in his opinion to his Impala. He quickly found his car, and walked over, taking his keys out of the pocket of his jeans. He was just about to open his car when he heard a crash coming from the side of the Roadhouse. He scanned the building with his eyes, finding it hard since it was pretty dark out by now. He decided to go check it out and walked over to the side of the Roadhouse.

There was an eerie silence as he carefully and quietly walked around the side of the building. He constantly looked to see if someone or something was following him, about to sneak up and attack him. He wondered if he'd just imagined the crash and stopped in his tracks. But then he heard it again, and he knew he just wasn't imagining things. He knew it wasn't coming from the bar since it echoed out in the night air, and he only heard loud talking and laughter coming from the Roadhouse.

Dean was really confused now, wondering where the noise was coming from. He was now at the back of the Roadhouse, and looked around. The ground was covered in gravel and there were a few dumpsters. Nothing special, and certainly nothing supernatural. He assumed it was just some animal picking through the garbage, and turned to leave when he felt something crash over his head. Before he could do anything about it he fell to the ground, knocked unconscious.