after the cemetery

D, J, L&S in S&L's room

"Nothing." Leila sighed as she sat on the bed.

"Nothing?" Dean asked.

"Nothing." Leila repeated.

"Nothing?" Dean asked again. Jem walked over to him and put a hand over his mouth.

"NOTHING!" She hissed into his ear, then added in a normal tone, "One more person says 'nothing' – I'm throwing punches!" Dean licked her hand and she squealed, "EW!" she cried and punched him.

"So then where could she be buried?" Sam asked after Dean and Jem had calmed down.

"We were thinking under a building maybe? This one?" Leila offered.

"Ok, so maybe later on we can have a look around?" Sam said, looking at Leila. Leila smirked, looking away.

"Sounds good to me!" Jem said, more enthusiastically than she'd meant. Dean looked away, trying not to smile while Sam and Leila looked between the two.

"Um..." Sam started, confused, but didn't have time to finish finding his words.

"Show's about to start," Clara said, poking her head through the curtain and startling them.

"You dancing again?" Dean and Sam asked simultaneously.

"Yeah," Jem said, getting up to get her outfit from the corner, "It's actually really fun!"

"I'd better get to the bar," Dean said getting up, "Sammy?"

"Ah, she wants me to work tomorrow morning so I don't have to work tonight," Sam replied leaning back.

"Sammy!" Jem and Dean said sternly to him. Dean grabbed Sam and practically pushed him out of the room.

"But..." Sam was still protesting as he was pushed out of the room.

Once the boys had left she was sure they couldn't hear them, Leila turned to Jem, "So what's going on between you two? Dean's not very subtle." Leila grinned.

"Nothing happened!" Jem grinned, deceiving herself. "Anyway," she added changing the subject, "do you reckon James'll be here?"

Leila just glared at her, "Well, if you're not going to tell me i'll just have to find out by myself! But for now, can you help me with this top?"

Back stage

"Oh my god! He's here, HE'S HERE!" Leila said peering around the curtain.

"What? James is here?!" Jem said, joining Leila, "You better not let Sam see you perving!"

"Sam?! How about you and Dean?" Leila grinned again, then flinched as Jem flicked her in the ear.

As Leila walked off, Jem caught Dean's attention and winked as she blew a kiss to him, confused at the angry look that suddenly shaped his face. But before she could see what why, Jem was pulled into place and the curtains parted and a new song played on the piano.

The dance had barely begun when the three girls on stage looked to the bar. Dean had pulled James over the bar and had him in a head lock.

"Dean?!" Jem yelled, jumping off the stage and running over, followed closely by Leila, "What the hell are you doing?!"

"I saw the little exchange you two had before the curtain opened! What the hell's going on between you two? A few days here and you're already cracking on to someone?" Dean rasped, surprisingly quiet so only Jem and Leila could hear.

"What are you talking about?" Jem yelled at Dean, her voice filled with hurt, she grabbed James and Leila tried to hold Dean back, "If it's what I'm thinking you're talking about – I was looking at YOU, Dean!" Jem then turned to James, "Are you ok?"

"Yeah," James said shakily, as Leila let go of Dean, who stormed off, "He's pretty strong though..."

"He'll be fine," Leila said, walking over to where Jem was now helping James into a chair. "How are you guys?"

"Better now," James said, smiling at Jem who seemed oblivious to how James was looking at her.

"Um, ok. Sam and I will... go... do what we were talking about earlier..." Leila said looking at Jem.

"Ok," Jem said, ordering a drink for herself and James from the new bartender. 'If you find out anything, let me know.' She added so Leila could only hear.

Outside S&L

"So, do you even know where to start?" Leila said, holding a shovel as Sam lit some gas lamps.

"None what's so freaking ever!" Sam said with delight.

"Why are you so happy tonight?" Leila said suspiciously.

"I just know what Dean's like and their argument's gonna end well for the both of them!" Sam raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah?" Leila asked, "Well, I know Jem and she's pissed off. The only thing that Dean's getting is a slap in the face..." she smiled, "...more like a punch in the mouth..." she added in a mumble.

Sam laughed, "He's gonna be even more pissed then! Glad I'm bunking with you tonight!" he kissed her on the forehead.

As they began to scurry under buildings and looking around for any specific markings that could be seen as a gravestone, they began to small talk.

They spoke about Leila and Jem's childhood in Australia and Sam and Dean's childhood traveling everywhere and anywhere. Sam and Leila were big talkers, they liked to share things with each other. Something that Jem and Dean weren't fond of – having 'talks'. But that's exactly what they were doing... well, it wasn't so much 'talking' as it was arguing.

back at Madam Clara's

Dean stormed into his and Jem's room. If there had been a door he would have slammed it. Fuming, he sat on the bed. Suddenly, he jumped up and punched the head-board.

She was looking at him? What a crock of shit. Dean saw the way that guy had looked at her. There was something there, it was as plain as night and day. Something that Dean hated to see another man having for Jem. Lost in thought for a few minutes, Dean only looked up when Jem entered the room. Angry as hell.

"Dean," she said quietly deciding to not exacerbate the anger she could sense radiating off him, "What just happened?"

"Nothing." Came the muffled reply, he knew she was sick of people saying 'nothing' but he said it just to push her buttons.

"Nothing? Dean you almost chocked an innocent man! How is that nothing?" Dean was silent so Jem pressed on, "Oh, and that snarky little comment you chucked in there for me? What the fuck was that? I'm cracking onto someone? Nice way of treating your friends! What would you do if I came up to you and called you a womanizer? Hmm? A love em and leave em kinda guy? Cause that's what you are Dean, I know it, you know it and Sam and Leila know it! So next time you want to point a finger – LOOK IN THE MIRROR!" She had tears welling in her eyes and knew she had to stop talking before he got the satisfaction of seeing her cry. She huffed and sat on the other side of the bed. Wishing he would just up and leave so she could let it all out.

After a few long and awkward moments, Dean spoke.

"I don't get it." he said quietly.

"What?" She asked, now confused by his quiet tone and sudden jump in conversation.

"I don't understand you. Why –" he turned to look at her, his eyes also shining with emotion, "Why do you do this to me?"

"Do what, Dean?" her brow furrowed, still confused.

"You drive me crazy. One minute we're fighting and the next minute we're all over each other. I mean, I know it's horrible for me to say this, but while you were going off just then, all I could think of is you, on stage, dancing..." Dean looked at her again, "What do you want?"

Jem laughed, "I want nothing to change!" she looked at him with sincerity, "I love the way we argue! But the jealousy thing, Dean? And the fighting? C'mon. That's just stupid. You've got your own opinions – you're wrong most of the time but other guys I've met just go along with what ever I say! I love not knowing what you're about to say!" She smiled then became all serious.

"Really?" he asked. Jem nodded quickly, "Ok... I'm cool with that... So... you and me are... what?"

"How about 'Friends who occasionally kiss and share the same bed'?" Jem offered.

Dean grinned, "I like that idea." he kissed her on the cheek, "Should we go and look for the Geek Twins?" he said referring to Leila and Sam.

Jem closed her eyes for a moment and then opened them quickly, "No! Definitely not! Don't want to interrupt anything that may be currently happening or about to happen."

Dean shuddered, "Yeah, that'd scar me for life."