Dean walked in through the front door of the Starlight Lounge with a large box containing a red dress. There were people littered all over the room hanging streamers, and setting things up. He took a deep breath wondering what to do. A tall young woman walked out of the bathroom and into the center of the room, her presence seemed to stop time. Dean watched her closely as she walked, her eyes moved towards Dean and caught his eye. He stared directly at her as a smile spread across her face. She began moving more quickly towards him until she was right in front of him. Her eyes lit up as she threw her arms around him. He was surprised but wrapped his arms around her in return. Her hands gripped onto him tightly and she sighed blissfully in his embrace. A smile crept across his face as he felt her satisfaction of being embraced by him.
'Dean, my love.' She pulled back to look into his eyes, and then she kissed him on the lips. Dean closed his eyes as her kiss seemed to melt all his worries. Her lips tasted like strawberries. 'I'm so glad you're here.' She said as she intertwined her fingers in his.
'Of course, Zelda.' He replied. 'I'm glad too.' He looked around the room again. He wasn't quite sure what he was suposto do. He decided he would just be his regular charming self, even though he felt slightly uneasy. He pushed back all his anxieties and just focused on being in the presence of a pretty girl. 'This place looks amazing.' He smiled.
'I know, I'm so excited.' She leaned her body close into Dean's and took a deep breath. His skin tingled as he felt her breath on his neck. 'You smell like gasoline.' She laughed.
'Oh. I'm sorry. 'He quickly apologized. 'That's what happens when you work in a garage.' He shrugged his shoulders.
'I know it.' She pulled her face back to face him. 'I love that smell, I've told you that before.'
'Right.' He nodded surprised by her reaction.
'I love everything about you.' She pressed her lips into Dean's neck and nuzzled him. He closed his eyes again feeling the electricity of her softness pressed into his tensed muscles. His hands reached out instinctively to grip the flesh of her hips. He remembered the dirt that covered his skin and tensed back up.
'Hey, you're going to get dirty.' He pulled away from her. 'I'm covered in oil, and you look so perfect, don't ruin your dress on me.' He shook his head.
'Not that I would mind.' She smiled. 'But okay, you're right. I am wearing white. That reminds me, I've got your suit in the back.'
'It's not white is it?' He frowned.
'No.' She furrowed her brow and snickered.
'I'm just making sure.' He joked with her. 'You look good in white, but I don't think it would work for me.'
'Neither do I. So, does that means you like my dress?' She pulled away from him so he could look at the dress again. The short sleeveless dress was white with black accents. It was fringed on the bottom and had a signature 1920's dropped waist. A long string of pearls hung low on her chest.
'It's okay.' He joked with her.
'Just okay?' She playfully slapped him on the shoulder. 'You're a terrible man.' He smiled as he continued to stare at her. Her hair was cut in a short bob and long gloves covered her arms. Black heeled maryjane shoes adorned her feet perfectly. She was strikingly beautiful.
'I'm just kidding.' He smiled. 'You look amazing.'
'Thank you.' She nodded her head with genuine gratitude. Her green eyes stared deeply into Dean's eyes. 'I love you Dean Winchester, you know that don't you?'
'Yeah.' He nodded his head slowly. He could feel she was serious. She then again wrapped her arms around him and kissed him deeply on the lips. Dean closed his eyes tightly reviling in her kiss again. He parted his lips slightly feeling the smoothness of her tongue.
'Ahem.' Sam cleared his throat loudly from across the room. Dean froze when he heard his brother. He felt Zelda's lips curl into a smile. Dean opened his eyes just as Zelda did.
'Caught.' She whispered to him. She began to laugh as she turned around to see Sam entering the room. Jack walked in a few steps behind him. 'Oh Sam!' Zelda continued to laugh as she took a few steps away from Dean. She walked towards Sam and gave him a hug. 'Don't you look nice.
'Thank you.' He nodded his head.
'But you always look nice.' She continued 'I'm so glad you could make it.'
'Absolutely.' He smiled at her. 'I'm glad too.' He turned around to look at Jack. 'I want you to meet someone.' He pointed to Jack.
'Hello.' Her eyes focused hard on Jack's face. She felt her face blush as she looked at him. He was handsome and dressed all in black. Her heart fluttered. Something about him was familiar to her, but she couldn't quite place it.
'This is John.' Sam pushed him forward towards Zelda. 'John Gillis.'
'John Gillis.' She repeated the name and could feel it reverberate in her head.
'He just started working at the shop with me.' Dean interrupted. 'He's great, real handy. He's especially good with the inside of the car, you know the upholstery work.'
'That's nice.' She paused, something about his presence made her feel strange. She scratched her head for a minute trying to figure out why. She noticed all three men watching her silently. She shook her head quickly and smiled with embarrassment. 'I'm sorry.' She exhaled audibly. 'I'm so preoccupied with the party and the wedding, I guess my brain is stalling out.' She held her hand out to Jack. 'It's nice to meet you John Gillis.'
'The pleasure is all mine.' He replied. He was taken aback by her appearance. He never saw her look more beautiful. 'That is a beautiful dress you're wearing.'
'Well thank you.' She blushed. She continued to stare at him. 'Jack, you look very familiar to me. Did you go to Lincoln high by any chance?'
'No, I went to St. Steven's.' He replied.
'St. Steven's.' She stared at him for a few more minutes. 'That's strange. I feel like I know you from somewhere.' She continued to look into Jack's deep brown eyes. She turned around to see that Dean was staring at her. 'Anyway.' She smiled and turned back to Dean. 'I should go get your suit Dean.'
'Okay.' He replied.
'Well.' She turned back to Jack. 'It was nice to meet you.'
'It was very nice to meet you.' Jack smiled.
'Um... one more thing.' She squinted at him. 'I know Sam said your name was John but do you ever go by Jack?' She furrowed her brow.
'Yeah.' He smiled widely. 'I do.'
'Okay.' She smiled. 'I'll call you Jack then.' She pulled Dean by the arm away from Sam and Jack. 'You boys should grab something to eat before everyone else shows up and eats all the good stuff.'
'We'll do that.' Sam agreed.
'Great. Excuse us.' She looked into Jack's eyes one last time before she was out of the room. Jack stared back at the door she exited out of.
'Wow.' He turned to Sam. 'She's never looked at me like that before.' He took a deep breath. 'This whole thing is so weird.' He looked around the room. 'I mean, it's so weird to see someone you know and have them not recognize you.'
'I'm sure it is.' Sam sympathized.
'The other thing is that she looks so happy. She looks relaxed, like she's a different person almost. Whenever we would talk at work, or when I'd see her outside of work she always looked a little preoccupied. You know, like she couldn't relax and be herself. But just then, she was confident and self assured. I felt like she was looking at me for the first time.' He scratched the top of his head.
'She called you Jack too, even though we introduced you as John.' Sam reminded him.
'She did that when she first met me. She told me once her grandfather was named John but they called him Jack. She says she likes the name Jack better.'
'That's a really good sign you know.'
'A sign like she remembers me?' Jack looked around the room at the people who were beginning to filter in.
'I hope so.' Sam and Jack moved their way to the other side of the room where the food dishes were being laid out. They both picked up plates and began to put food down on them.
'So, if she seems like she remembers me can't we just tell her?' Jack asked Sam. 'I mean why are we playing along here? Don't get me wrong, I like it here but I want to be back home.'
'No, I know. It's just that we need to ease her into the notion that she's not supposto be here. If she's been here for over a week that means the powerful magic of the Pandora has been doing it's best to whitewash her memories. We don't want to shock her system, if were too aggressive she will just deny it and that could be disastrous.'
'But she's not totally brainwashed.' Jack walked over to a table in the corner of the room and put his plate down.
'It seems like she does remember you, but she's not going to believe that she remembers you from 2012. She thought she went to high school with you.'
'I suppose you're right, it just feels wrong to play with her like this.' Jack sighed.
'Just be patient, trust me on this one.' Sam assured him.
'Alright you guys are the experts.' Jack agreed reluctantly. After a half hour the party began to really take off. Everyone from the town seemed to show up. Zelda stayed close with Dean all night but out of the corner of her eye she could be seen looking over at Jack often. It killed Jack to watch her from afar. He almost felt badly because Zelda looked so happy. Dean played the part of husband to be almost too well as he spent the whole night with Zelda. He talked to all the guests who wished to congratulate him and Zelda. He looked happier than he had in years which also made Sam sad. Sam blamed himself that Dean was unhappy. Around midnight people began saying their goodbyes. Sam took that opportunity to get Dean out of the party.
'Dean.' Sam grabbed him by the shoulder. 'We should say goodbye now.'
'You want to go now?' He looked over at Zelda who talking to some friends across the room.
'I do.'
'But...' Dean continued to watch Zelda. He picked up a few appetizers on the table next to him. 'This food is so good.'
'Dean.' Sam shook his brother by the shoulder. 'It's been a long day, we should find a motel for the night and go over the plan for tomorrow. The longer we stay here, the more dangerous it becomes for us.'
'Alright, alright.' Dean scowled at his brother. 'You know what your problem is Sammy? You worry too much.' He chuckled as he tossed a few more appetizers in his mouth.
'I'm not even going to respond to that.' Sam sighed and shook his head.
'Alright go find Jack then.' Dean began walking away from his brother. 'Let me go say goodbye and I'll meet you guys outside.'
'Okay. Make it quick though.' Sam reminded him.
'Yup.' He walked towards Zelda as she was saying goodbye to a young couple. 'Hey.' He approached her.
'Hello handsome.' She smiled at him.
'I'm sorry but I have to go. You see Sam, he's got all sorts of things planned for tomorrow and...'
'Dean it's okay.' She put her arms around his waist and squeezed him tightly. 'I know tomorrow is an important day for you. Your last day as a bachelor.'
'Right.' Dean shook his head feeling strangely comfortable with that fact.
'Go home get some rest. I'm probably going to leave soon too.'
'Excuse me Dean.' Jack interrupted their conversation. 'Sam's leaving.' He smiled at Zelda.
'Goddamn that boy is impatient.' Dean huffed. 'Thanks Jack, I'm coming.'
'Jack.' Zelda smiled at him. 'Thank you for coming tonight.'
'Thank you for having me.' He thanked her. He took her hand in his and kissed the top of it.
'You're very welcome Jack.' Zelda blushed.
'Yeah Jack.' Dean snipped at him. 'Why don't you go outside, I'll be right behind you.' Dean felt angry seeing Jack hold Zelda's hand. He shook his head hard as he caught himself. He felt his stomach become uneasy as he realized he was getting confused about his feelings for Zelda.
'Oh Dean.' Zelda grabbed his hand. The feeling of her hand in his made him feel even more confused. He bit his lip hard trying to distract himself. 'Dean?' She tried to get his attention. 'Are you listening to me?'
'Yes.' He looked at her and stop biting his lip. 'I'm sorry I'm real tired.'
'I know. I just wanted to say that I know you're spending the day with the boys tomorrow but I'll be at the Town Diner around noon if you are interested in having a quick lunch with me.'
'The Town Diner.' He smiled. 'I'll try.'
'Okay well goodnight Dean.' She pulled her hands away from him.
'Goodnight Zelda.' He turned to walk away quickly.

The next day Sam found Dean up bright and early, he was fixing his hair in the motel mirror. He had a content smile on his face. Sam watched him intently for a minute, there was something different about Dean. Not only did he seem happier, but it seemed like some of the constant stress and anxiety had disappeared from his face. Being the older of the two brothers Dean often took it upon himself to take care of any problems that arose. Sam was in his late twenties now but Dean still treated him like he was a little kid. He constantly worried for Sam's safety and looked out for him vigilantly. Dean often drank too much to numb the pain of constantly being on the road, and all the danger they encountered fighting the evils of the world. Seeing Dean look happy made Sam sad because he knew that it wasn't something that would last. He often wondered if they would ever have a normal life. He took a deep breath and walked into the small kitchenette to make coffee.
'Coffee's already on Sammy.' Dean called to him from the other room.
'What?' Sam looked suspiciously at the piping hot coffee maker 'Did you make this?'
'Yeah I made it.'
'But you never make coffee.'
'That's not true.' He turned back to see the alarmed look on Sam's face. 'What's with you?'
'Nothing.' Sam lied.
'How about a thank you then?' Dean replied.
'Thanks...' Sam shook his head with confusion. He poured himself a cup and watched Dean as he moved around the room. 'So, did you have a good time last night?'
'Yeah, I had a pretty good time last night.' Dean nodded his head. 'The 20's aren't' so bad.'
'Did you see how Zelda was looking at Jack all night?' Sam sat down at the kitchen table with his cup of coffee.
'What do you mean?' Dean scrunched his forehead.
'I mean, she looked like she recognized him.'
'I guess I didn't notice.' He said nonchalantly as he put his black shoes and socks on.
'Dean?' Sam spoke slowly trying to figure out how to speak to Dean in a way that wouldn't make him angry. 'Don't' take this the wrong way, but I think maybe you were having too good of a time last night.'
'Sammy, please.' Dean turned around to look at his brother with a scowl on this face. 'Do we really have to do this again?' He grabbed his cup of coffee that sat on the table next to Sam.
'Listen Dean, we agreed that if anyone starts acting strange we have to face the problem head on.' Sam reminded his brother.
'I am not acting strange.' He shook his head. 'I'm just going along with the plan. If you keep stressing out like this you're going to give yourself a stroke.'
'You should talk.' Sam shook his head. 'You're the most tightly wound person I know.'
'Look, I'm fine now okay.' Dean tried to convince Sam.
'Alright, I was just saying that from what I saw last night it just seemed like maybe you've taken a liking to Zelda a little more than you should have.'
'She's just a girl Sammy.' Dean shook his head. 'A pretty girl. You're the one who said we had to play along, ease her into the suggestion that she is in the wrong time period, and try not to scare the girl. I was just having fun with her.'
'Alright, If you say so.' He watched his brother for a minute trying to figure out if he was being honest or if he was acting. 'I'm sorry Dean. I'm just trying to protect you.'
'Well you don't have to. That's my job.'
'But it doesn't have to be.' Sam shook his head. 'You can't do it all Dean, were brothers. We need to both look out for each other.'
'I'm the oldest though, it's my responsibility. I've got everything under control, I won't screw this us don't you worry.' He put his suit jacket on and took another look at himself in the mirror.
'Having feelings for someone is not screwing things up. It's a natural thing, it's just that things are more complicated with the Pandora's spell and all.'
'I know that Sammy.' His face softened. He straightened out his suit jacket. 'Don't worry so much. I'm fine.' He smiled and playfully punched his brother in the arm. 'You know, I look pretty good in these clothes.'
'Not as good as I look.' Sam smiled.
'Oh Please.' Dean brushed off his brothers comments as he took another look at himself in the mirror. 'Sure Sasquatch. I'm the better looking brother, everyone knows that.' Dean joked referring to his brothers tall stature.
'Sasquatch?' Sam laughed. 'Alright there Frodo.'
'Frodo!?' Dean laughed. 'I may not be the missing link like you over there but I'm no Frodo.'
'Keep telling yourself that.' Sam continued to joke with his brother. They both laughed.
'Hey.' Dean began as he looked around the room. 'Where is Jack?'
'I don't know.' Sam shook his head. 'I haven't seen him since we got in last night. He was pretty distracted after seeing Zelda. Maybe he went out for a walk.'
'Well, I'd love to sit around here all day.' Dean said as he stretched his arms above his head. 'But, I could really go for some breakfast. Eggs and bacon.' A smile spread across his face. He looked around the motel room again.
'Sounds good.' Sam was happy to hear his brother laugh again. 'Maybe Jack went to get something to eat too and we'll see him on the way.' Sam suggested.
'Yeah.' Dean shook his head. 'I'm sure we'll catch up with him.' Both boys gathered their stuff and headed for the motel door. The bright sun stung their eyes as they walked through the parking lot and towards their car. 'You know what I can't stop thinking about?' Dean began a new conversation.
'What?'
'Maryanne, the owner of the Antique Mall said she never asked Jack to pick up that box of antiques.'
'Right, but Jack was very insistent that she called him that day.' Sam used his keys to open the door of his car.
'Whoa whoa.' Dean shook his head. 'You've got to let me drive it today.'
'No way.' Sam shook his head. 'You never let me drive the Impala.'
'I do... once in a while.'
'What when you're too drunk?'
'Yeah.' He stared back at his brother with seriousness. 'That counts.'
'No it doesn't.'
'Come on Sammy, when are we going to be in 1926 again?'
'After today, hopefully never again.'
'Exactly. Let me drive it.' Dean tried his best to convince Sam to let him drive. His face contorted in the pleading expression of a small child. Sam shook his head at Dean's face.
'Fine!' He laughed. 'Just don't look at me that way again.'
'You're the best Sammy.' Dean walked around the back of the car and climbed into the drivers seat. Sam exhaled audibly and took his rightful spot in the passengers side. A smile spread across his face.
'Okay, back to that mystery box.' Sam started up the conversation again. 'Jack said that when he got up that morning for work Maryanne left him a message asking him to pick up the box.'
'Right.' Dean said as he started up the car.
'But Maryanne said she never called him.' Sam furrowed his eyebrows as he thought. 'Do you think this could all be a set up?'
'It's possible. I think it's definitely a question we should pose to Jack once we catch up to him. See if he has any ideas of who would want to get rid of Zelda.' The car lurched forward as the two brothers headed into town for breakfast.

Zelda sat quietly at the front table at the Town Diner. She looked out the window watching people walk by. Ever since her birthday party last night she felt like she was in a daze. Everything in her life had seemed perfect and now things were confusing. She thought hard about her upcoming marriage to Dean. She tried to think about their relationship up to this point but couldn't remember a lot of small details. It made her nervous. She couldn't remember how they first met, or where they went on their first date. It seemed as if they had just always been together. There were other cracks in her mind that were troubling to her, like her strange attraction to Jack. She knew that last night wasn't the first time they had met but she couldn't remember how she knew him.
'Excuse me, can I sit here?' Jack's voice broke through her train of thought.
'Jack.' Zelda looked up to see his deep brown eyes looking down on her. The sight of him made her pulse race, especially since she had just been thinking about him. She took a deep breath looking at him again, she focused on his sharp handsome features. He had an almost childlike innocence in his face that made her feel comfortable. She smiled widely as she saw his lips widen into a smile. 'Of course you can sit.' She pointed to the chair next to her. 'It's nice to see you again.'
'It's nice to see you too.' He replied as he took a seat next to her. A young waitress put a cup of coffee on the table in front of Jack and quickly walked away. He turned back to thank her but all he saw was her blond hair sway as she walked away from their table.
'She must be in a hurry.' Zelda laughed.
'I guess so.' Jack sipped his hot coffee. It was sweetened just the way he liked it. He looked into the cup, the coffee looked to have just the right amount of milk in it. 'That's strange.' He said out loud. 'Is your coffee sweetened too?' He looked over at Zelda's cup of black coffee.
'No.' She shook her head. 'I take it black.'
'That's right.' He said remembering how she liked her coffee. ' Ever since that time you put spoiled milk in it by mistake.' He nodded his head.
'Yes.' She stared back at him with amazement. 'How did you know that?'
'Well..' He froze trying to think of a lie. 'I just mean, that's usually what happens to make people drink their coffee black.'
'Oh.' She looked down at her cup. She knew he was lying.
'It was just a lucky guess.' He twitched his fingers nervously wondering if she would believe him. He looked back at her face, she seemed to be trying to figure him out.
'Are you sure?' She asked him. She turned away from Jack and looked out the window for a minute. Her head raced as she tried to clear her thoughts. 'So Jack...' She spoke slowly and suspiciously. 'You just started working at the garage?'
'I did.'
'How do you like it so far?' She tapped her foot nervously on the ground. She was going to figure out who Jack was and why things had gotten so strange over the past day.
'So far so good.' He nodded his head. 'There are a few things I have to learn, and get used to but I think it's coming along fine.'
'What did you do before the mechanic shop?'
'I actually owned my own business.'
'You owned your own business at 25? That's quite ambitious. Do you come from a wealthy family?' She continued to ask him questions. She caught herself. 'I'm sorry that was awfully forward of me.'
'No.' He put his hand up to her. 'It's totally okay. My family aren't wealthy, I just got a good deal on the shop. I also have older siblings who helped me out with loans.'
'I'm sorry I said that.'
'It's okay. How did you know I was 25 though?' He asked her.
'I don't know.' She shook her head. 'I guess, you just look like you're 25.' She took another sip of her coffee. 'Are you sure you didn't tell me how old you were at the party?'
'No I don't think so.'
'Strange.' She cleared her throat. 'What did you say your business was?'
'I owned my own upholstery shop.'
'Upholstery, right. That's why Dean said you were good with the inside upholstery of the car.'
'Yeah.'
'Where was your shop?' She narrowed her eyes trying to get to the bottom of things.
'It was...' He paused thinking how to explain. 'It was over on Congress street.'
'Really?' She furrowed her eye brows trying to recall the shop. 'I don't remember a shop on Congress street. What was the name of it?'
'It was 'Call it a Day Upholsterers'. It was a small shop, you probably just never noticed it.'
'Call it a day?' Her mind began to wander. 'That's such an odd name. I know I've heard that name before.' She took a deep breath. 'I've been feeling like everything in my life is one big Deja Vu lately. Does that ever happen to you?'
'Sometimes I guess.'
'Call it a Day Upholsterers.' She nodded her head. 'I know I've heard that name.'
'It's actually the name of a song I wrote.'
'You're a musician too?' She nodded her head in affirmation.
'Yes. I play guitar and drums.'
'I knew that about you.' She looked down at his hands. She rubbed the pads of his fingers. 'Your fingertips are so rough.'
'It's from the guitar.' He smiled. 'All that pressing against the hard metal strings makes your fingertips callus up pretty quickly.' In all the years he had known Zelda she never touched him this way before. He wanted to pull her forward towards his lips and kiss her. He stared at her hands in his.
'Metal strings.' She took a deep breath realizing she was caught in thought and rubbing a strange man's fingers. She pulled her hands away from him. 'There's something else going on here isn't there Jack?' She took a sip of her coffee in an attempt to clear her mind. 'This is going to sound strange but what color was the building of your upholstery shop?'
'It was black.' He paused watching her facial features twist in thought. 'Black and yellow.'
'Black and Yellow...like a bumblebee.' she laughed.
'Exactly.' He smiled remembering that she always described his shop as a bumblebee.
'I know I've seen it before. I feel like it's a picture in my mind.' She closed her eyes. 'I can see you, standing outside of the store with a big smile on your face. Why? Why does it seem so real to me?'