Jo hadn't said much to Dean lately. Not since that situation at Bobby's house. He and Jo were sitting in the Impala, making their way to a hunt. She looked less than happy. After a tough bunch of traveling they were finally there. "Detroit Rock City!" he bellowed. " I'll tell you what we need to do," he said looking at Jo, but she kept watching the road. "We need to get our party on!" he said rocking his head a little and grinning. "Oh? Is that Canada I see? Awesome.."
"We have a case to work Dean." She finally said.
"Hey, you don't have to impress me." Dean replied turning towards the girl. She glanced a bit at him, anger in her eyes.
"I'm not trying to impress you Dean. I'm here to save people, not go on a vacation. This is serious. Oh, and for the record, any girl trying to impress you is pretty low in my book." She said all this with a pinch of bitterness and the last part with possible regret.
"I seem to recall you trying to impress me back at Bobby's." Dean said, speaking more seriously. He heard Jo scoff and then they were in silence. Wow Dean, always have the wrong thing to say. He idly scratched at his five o'clock shadow. After awhile he spoke again, "So, tell me again what we know." Jo slowly moved for her side bag. She pulled out a few internet articles she had printed out days before.
"Okay, we don't know much, but here it is. There have been a number of married couples who have claimed to... erm... have switched bodies." She said. Dean laughed at that.
"Seriously? Like Freaky Friday?" Dean asked.
"Yes, Dean. Like Freaky Friday."
"Nice." Dean looked out along the great lake thinking for a while. "Maybe I'll get to meet Jamie Lee Curtis." He grimaced. Jo smiled a bit out of the corner of his eye. "So what are you thinking? Demon, Spirit?"
"No way of knowing yet. We need to get more information." Jo said.
"So, what's the plan?" Dean asked. Jo just looked over at him and smiled.
The Impala pulled onto the side of the street. Dean put it in park and looked out along the area. They were in a quaint, pretty neighborhood. Bright colors shot out at him and many cookie cutter houses. "When I was excited to go to Detroit I didn't mean this. I feel like we've been smacked into 1984." He sighed.
"Wow Dean. That was a very Sammy comment; I didn't know you could read." Jo laughed. Hearing Sammy's name made him twitch a bit.
"Hey I've read books…." He said quickly. He had heard Sam use that same line that he just had. Admittedly he wanted to impress Jo. "Alright, let's do this." He said. The two of them got out of the car and he walked over to her side. They stared down the driveway. A pale yellow house looked back. It was huge and very Mr. Rogers. Dean sighed a bit looking down at himself. He was wearing a pair of slacks, dress shoes, a sweater vest, and he even had a tie nestled in there. Jo's idea of course. He slicked his hair back to the side and ran his fingers over his freshly shaven face. This sucked on ice. Jo laughed at him.
"Come on. Just get over it. We got to look legit." She said. Jo was wearing a Knee length polka dot dress and red slip ons. Her face was plastered with blush, and eyeliner. Her hair was all done up nice and she had a purse slung over her shoulder. He had to laugh at it even though she looked kind of kinky.
"Hey, as long as I don't look as ridiculous as you, I think I'm okay." He laughed.
"Can we just get going already?" she asked looking a little displeased. Dean looked at her as she stood there with her arm out. "Honey?"
"Oh. Uhm, right." Dean hooked his arm around hers as they walked up to the door. He tried to act as casual as possible despite the awkwardness he felt. They passed through a manicured garden and up freshly painted steps until they got to the front door. Jo lifted up a plate of brownies she had made beforehand. Dean gave the front door a couple of knocks. After a few seconds it swung open. The first thing he noticed was that the 'housewife' in the doorway was wearing slacks and a polo shirt, the second thing was that in opposition to the outside of the house, the inside was trashed. Dean eyed her up and down before putting on a plastic smile. "Is it Halloween already?" he asked sarcastically. Jo elbowed him in the stomach. "I mean, uhm, hi! We're your new neighbors! I'm Reginald, and this is my wife Phyllis."
"Phyllis?" Jo blurted out, "Yes. That's my name…" she recovered. Jo just gave a smile to the lady in the doorway.
"I'm Alfred, I mean- Annette Farnsworth. Alfred is my husband." The woman said nervously. Jo handed her the brownies and she smiled. "Don't get me wrong, I'm very grateful, but aren't we supposed to be the ones giving you brownies."
Dean lifted his finger up, "Normally, but I think we all know it's been a backward sort of week. Don't you think?" he ended it with a wink. Annette just nodded in agreement.
"You're home is so lovely. Think we could come in and see the rest?" Jo asked, rubbing up on Dean in a cute way. "Reginald just loves beautiful houses. Don't you Babe." She said poking his nose playfully.
"Oh yes. They're… astounding." Dean managed, slowly and casually trying to pry Jo off of him.
Annette looked at both of them nervously, "Well, my husband isn't actually home, so maybe another time." Just then a deep yell echoed throughout the house and a stark naked man appeared thrashing all about. He was head to toe with hair and fat rolled off him like nobody's business.
"Alfred! I'm tired of this beard! I could just scratch it off! I just want to be me again!" the man cried out. As soon as he noticed Jo and Dean he lazily put a hand over his crotch. "What do you want?"
"Howdy neighbor!" Dean said with a huge grin. This was hilarious. Jo looked away, but chorused him in the greeting. Dean gave her a pat on the shoulder. "Can we come see your lovely home!" Dean asked with a cheesy smile, clearly overacting.
"I don't care what you do. I'm just a girl in a sasquatch's body." The man muttered, walking away. Dean watched the naked man sadly walk away and couldn't help but laugh at the guys rear end. Jo gagged a bit. Annette walked after him screaming at the top her lungs and thrashing her arms.
"Well this has been enlightening." Jo said holding a hand over her mouth.
"I'll say. Something weird is definitely going on." Dean smiled, peering into the doorway and seeing the inside. There were broken objects thrown all about the house and trash everywhere. "You know they almost deserve it in a poetic justice sort of way." He said, walking back to the car with Jo.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, all I'm saying is they didn't seem to get along very well. Maybe this is what they need."
"Whatever you say." Jo retorted. They both got in the car. "So what do you think?"
"Well. It's freaky." Dean said smiling.
"But it's Thursday." Jo shot back.
"Thanks for ruining my reference." Dean said bitterly.