A/N: I know I should've updated sooner, but I've been busy and letting my laziness get the best of me! I promise to tell it to go away next time and I'll update sooner. Thank you all again for reading! I would love to hear any comments and/or constructive criticisms you may have! You guys rock!
- LivingTheSPNLife

Sam and Dean looked at Jess with wide eyes. Jess pointed to a door across the room and motioned for them to go through it. Sam and Dean did as instructed and quickly exited the dance studio. Jess followed them out, quietly closing the door. He looked around to make sure the coast was clear and ran across the street.

"Where are we going?" Sam asked, jogging to catch up with Jess.

"Some place away from Miss Patty. If she sees you, she'd talk to you, thinking you were Dean." Jess stopped running once they reached an area secluded by trees. "Okay, I don't think anyone will see us, not yet at least. So, let's start your lesson. I guess background information would be good to know. Your name is Dean Forrester, you are 18, you live with your parents – whose names I don't know – and your younger sister named Clara. You play hockey and go to Stars Hollow High. You're dating some chick named Lindsey and you used to date my girlfriend Rory. Her mother's name is Lorelai, in case you run into her. Oh, and we hate each other."

Sam nodded, absorbing all of the information. "How am I supposed to know who's who?"

Jess thought about that for a moment. "I don't know. We'll just see how that goes."

"Awesome," Sam muttered. "Okay, well if I run into people, how do I act?"

"You're generally friendly to people, not to me, of course, but to everyone else. And there's Kirk, we all get frustrated with him sometimes. Trust me; you'll know who he is once you speak to him. Oh, and you and Rory have started to be friends, which I don't like, but I put up with for her. So if someone waves to you or says hi, you can wave or say hi back. Also, you walk around like you're not that confident. Your eyes don't look up to high, your shoulders are slumped, your hands are in your pockets, and back is hunched over a bit."

"Like this?" Sam imitated what Jess had said.

"Perfect. I think you're ready. We should test you."

Sam's face dropped. "No, no, no, I just want to talk to that Taylor guy and be done with it."

Jess shook his head. "We have to make sure you know what you're doing. It shouldn't be too bad." I hope.

Dean chuckled and patted Sam on the back. "Come on, Sammy, if you embarrass yourself it's not like you're the one who lives here," he said. "See? There's plenty of people." Dean pointed to the street bustling with people getting ready for work.

Jess looked over to the people, seeing some prospects. He nodded in approval and turned to Sam, handing him a book from his back pocket.

"The hell is this for?" Sam asked; his face wrinkled in confusion.

"You are going to sit down at the park bench a few feet away from these bushed and read that book while your brother and I will listen to your conversations from here, because, trust me, people will sit down and chat with you."

Sam sighed in frustration. "Fine. Will you bail me out if I need help?"

Jess shrugged. "Only if I'm not laughing too hard."

Dean chuckled. "Go on, Dean Forrester, you'll be fine."

Shaking his head, Sam walked to the bench and sat down. He took out Jess's book and began reading, hoping that nobody would speak to him. A few minutes passed by and finally somebody sat down next to him. Sam kept reading, praying that whoever it was would see he was busy and leave.

"Interesting book you've got there. Where'd you get it from?" A male voice asked.

Sam put on a fake smile and glanced up at the man. He looked to be in his thirties, with short brown hair, hazel blue eyes, and an oval shaped face.

"Uh, the bookstore," Sam answered. "Why? You looking to buy a copy for yourself?"

The man nodded. "Well if I knew what it was about, I would. If it's something pornographic I can't bring it home because my mother would have a cow if she saw it laying around. Then again, maybe she'd read it. I've seen her read stuff like that before. Well I've seen it around the house."

Sam kept up his smile, but his eyes opened wide as he thought, Who the hell am I talking to? Why is he talking about his mother reading pornos? If there was ever a time to interrupt, Jess, now would be it.

But Jess and Dean were behind the bushes laughing.

"Maybe you should go bail his out," Dean whispered through laughs.

Jess shook his head. "It's just starting to get interesting. I think I'll wait a while."

The man looked back at Sam. "Have you ever seen your mother's porno books laying around the house?"

"No, I don't think so," Sam answered, feeling awkward.

The man nodded his head. "Good. Don't ever pick them up and read them. It gives you a whole new perspective of your mother."

Sam was pretty sure that this man was Kirk, the one Jess had described. "Well thanks for that advice, Kirk. I'll take it into consideration. Now, if you don't mind, could I get back to reading?"

"Oh yeah, yeah. Books are good for reading. And throwing. They hurt. A lot. My fifth grade class used to play a game called Dodge Book where they would throw books at me sometimes. Anyways, I should go." Kirk stood up. "Bye, Dean."

Sam waved. "See ya, Kirk."

As soon as Kirk was out of view, Sam slumped down into the bench and sighed in relief. His test was finally over. "I hate you both, I hope you know that!" he called out to Dean and Jess.

"Who do you hate?" a female voice asked.

Sam looked up at the newcomer. She was a pretty girl, young looking with bright blue eyes, silky straight milk-chocolate brown hair, a friendly smile, and a school uniform and backpack. Sam wondered who this girl was.

He laughed nervously as he sat up straight. "Um, the characters in the book I'm reading," he answered, holding up the book.

The girl smiled, nodding her head. She looked closely at the book. "Oh, I think that's the same book Jess has been reading," she said, staring at the cover.

"Well now I might just have to burn it," Sam joked, remembering how Jess had said that this Dean Forrester guy hated him.

The girl shook her head. "Sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up."

"Oh, no, you're fine." Sam hoped he hadn't hurt her feelings or pissed off Jess. Sam was pretty sure that this must have been Rory.

"So, you're into those kind of mystery books now?"

Sam nodded, playing along. "Yeah, I just grabbed a copy from the bookstore, thought I'd try something new."

"I'm glad to see that you're reading something new. So how's school going? Are you keeping up in all your classes?"

Sam nodded. "Yup! You know me, hitting the books after hockey practice."

She looked at him funny for a second, as if she wondered what was up with him.

"So how's school going for you?" Sam asked, changing the subject.

"Good. I got an A on my essay for English, and we have another one coming up later in the week. Speaking of school," she glanced down at her watch, "I should get going. Say hi to Clara for me. Bye Dean."

"Bye Rory," Sam said, waving to her.

Rory waved back and walked away.

Before anyone else could approach him, Sam stood up and walked to the bushes, where Dean and Jess were. Sam whacked Jess on the head with his book and said, "Here you go. Happy I passed the tests?"

Jess glared at Sam for hitting him and shoved his book back in his pocket. He and Dean both stood up.

Dean chuckled, thinking of Kirk. "Man, I loved that dude talking about the pornos. I wish I could've seen your face, Sammy."

Sam gave Dean a bitch face. "I hope I never have to hear about him or mother ever again."

"Well after talking to Kirk and Rory, of all people, I think you're ready for Taylor. He's the town everything. Mayor, historian, whatever position of power there is, he's got it. But first, Dean, you can't come with us. Taylor will realize you're not from town and he'll ask too many questions."

"Where the hell am I supposed to go? Are there any motels here?"

Jess tilted his head in thought. "There's the Independence Inn. It's run by Lorelai, Rory's mom. You could book a room there."

Dean nodded. "Okay, well I guess I'll grab the Impala and head over there. Where's it at?"

Jess gave Dean the directions and he left the boys alone. Jess turned to Sam and said, "Let's do this, Dean."