A/N: The story is now complete! Sorry for any spelling errors, I lost the original chapter and had to re-write it yesterday. Hope everyone enjoys the final chapter! Thank you to everyone who has commented - I really appreciate it!

It was late in the afternoon by the time they finally pulled into a gas station to refuel the Impala. Jo mumbled that she heading to the rest room before climbing out of the car and pulling her baseball cap on. Fumbling for the right credit card, Sam looked up and caught his brother staring after Jo. He raised his eyebrows when his brother tilted his head to the side to check out Jo's retreating form.

"See something you like?" Sam teased his brother.

Startled, Dean quickly straightened his shoulders and resumed filling the gas tank. "Shut it," Dean snapped glaring at Sam. "I had something in my eye."

Sam shook his head in disbelief and headed inside to gather food supplies. Jo returned a few minutes later, hands in her pocket and looking exhausted. When she reached the car, Dean opened the car door for her kindly and ignored the suspicious look she shot towards him. Shutting the door behind her, he moved to the front of the car to see if his tyres needed any extra air.

Sam returned with a bulging bag of food and drinks, he handed Jo a bottle of soda, and a packet of skittles. She took them gratefully and waited for Dean to finish inspecting the back tyres.

"Dean, come on already!" Sam hollered out the window impatiently.

Dean gave his brother a warning look, but finished his inspection and climbed into the front seat. "Where's mine?" Dean asked, snatching a bottle of soda out of his younger brothers hands.

"Dean!" Sam protested and threw the bag of food at him. Dean grinned and pulled out a bag of M&M's and a bag of Cheetos. He ripped open the packet and shoved a handful of cheese-flavoured snacks into his mouth. Turning slightly he offered the bag of snacks to Jo.

"Want one?" he managed to ask with a mouth full of cheesy goo.

Jo shook her head politely and raised her bag of skittles. Dean shrugged and turned back to start the car. Sam's large hand attempted to snatch the bag of snacks but Dean held on tight. "Dean, come on man."

"Get your own," Dean insisted and shoved the bag between his legs. Sam muttered curses under his breath and pouted out the window.

***

Two hours later Dean noticed that Jo had still not spoken. Unaccustomed to such silence since the days of travelling with his father, Dean cleared his throat. Sam looked over at him with a questioning look and Dean motioned with his head to look at Jo. Sam glanced over his shoulder and noticed Jo sitting tight up against the door, staring sadly out at the passing scenery.

Dean cleared his throat again, glancing in the rear vision mirror. "Um… I think brown hair suits you Jo."

Jo nodded, but didn't say anything, nor did she look away from the window. Sam exchanged a look with Dean and whispered, 'I told you you'd go too far'. Feeling an unusual mix of remorse and sympathy, Dean tried to strike another conversation. "The umm girl in the store said the blue rinse wasn't permanent, so it should wash out in a couple of weeks."

Sam rolled his eyes, while Jo simply nodded and still didn't look at him. Heavy silence filled the interior of the Impala and Dean leant forward and flicked through his tapes in an attempt to ease his guilty conscience. He smiled when he found his favourite Metallica cassette.

Sam noisily dug through the bags for something to snack on, while Dean leant back in his seat preparing an apology for Jo. "Hey Jo," The normally dark bass notes were unexpectedly replaced with a set of strings and a violin. "What the-" Dean started, ogling his stereo.

"Hey Hey…. Bye Bye Bye!"

Dean pressed eject. Sure enough, in his own scribbled writing, the words 'Metallica Mix' glinted up at him. Shaking his head, he jammed the tape back in and was greeted with upbeat pop music.

"I'm doing this tonight, your probably gonna start a fight-"

"Ahhhh!!!" Dean cried, and flipped the tape over to the other side. His eyes widened when he heard the lyrics.

"Hit me baby one more time!"

Wrenching the tape from its player, he opened his window and threw the tape outside. Sam chuckled and looked out the window to see the tape bouncing down the road.

"You hate Britney Spears that much?"

"That's what that crap was?" Dean asked panicked, and reached for his box of tapes. He glanced in the review mirror and saw a wicked grin slide across Jo's face.

He grabbed his other Metallica tape and made sure it read 'Deans Fav Rock' and jammed it in the cassette player. He was relieved when the beginning of 'Enter Sandman' filtered through the spears.

He sighed and lent back in his chair. "That was so not c-"

"What happened to Miss Independent? No long-"

Dean ejected the tape. Grabbing another tape he inserted 'Dean Rock Mix2' and analysed the tape he'd just ejected for some kind of sigh it was a fake.

"Dontcha wish your girlfriend was hot like me, Dontcha-

"WHAT DID YOU DO!?!?!!?" Dean switched off the stereo and pulled the car onto the side of the road ignoring Sam's protests.

"I like that song," Sam complained.

Dean glowered at him and slowly turned around in his seat. His eyes fixed on Jo, his jaw taunt. "That's it," he growled. "Get out!"

"What?" Jo asked startled. She glanced around their surroundings wide eyed. Tall pine trees lined the side of the road. They were miles from civilisation and it was freezing outside.

"Get out of my car!" he responded with venom staining his tone.

"You're overreacting. I'm not getting out in the middle of nowhere," Jo complained and crossed her arms. "You can't make me."

It was the wrong thing to say.

Before she could take it back, Dean threw himself out of the car. Jo quickly pushed the lock down before he could reef open the door. She scooted closer to Sam. "He's lost it."

"Dean!" Sam shouted, trying to calm his brother down. Dean ignored him and unlocked the door with his keys, diving into the backseat to grab her legs. Jo shrieked and made to scramble into the front seat. Sam quickly latched onto her outstretched arm in an attempt to keep her in the car, but Dean grasped hold of her legs and started yanking.

Unfortunately for Jo, her arm slid out of Sam's grasp and Dean threw all his body weight into pulling them out of the car. Jo fell on top of Dean as they tumbled onto the ground outside. Untangling herself, Jo tried to stand up when Dean wound his legs around her waist and rolled them over until she was on her back.

Sensing the start of a brawl, Sam got out of the car and raced towards the struggling couple "Stop it!" he shouted at them, trying to pull his brother off Jo. Dean kicked his brother away and tried to wrestle a squirming Jo back to the ground.

Jo's teeth clamped down on Dean's arm and he howled in pain. Throwing her weight against him, they rolled until Dean was on his back. Jo used her knees to straddle him.

"You guys this is stupid - stop it!" Sam protested, tugging at Jo's waist. He dragged her kicking to her feet, allowing Dean to stand up. "Dean - cool it!" Sam shouted.

"Yeah, Dean. Cool it," Jo taunted and shrugged out of Sam's arms. She stormed back towards the car.

Dean saw red and lunged towards her, his arm wrapping around her waist. Jo cried out and started kicking and wiggling in his arms. Finally Dean tossed her towards the side of the road and turned and started to heading towards the car.

Sam gave up yelling at them and threw his hands in the air. Jo was on her feet in seconds and chasing after Dean. Unaware of her intentions, Dean tripped over when she kicked the back of his knee. Turning around the face her with a growl, he chased after her.

Furious with their childish behaviour Sam went back to the car and slammed the door shut. The fighting pair didn't even register the car starting. Turning up the radio, Sam glanced briefly in the rear view mirror in time to see Jo head butt Dean.

His brother shouted obscenities at her and in disgust; Sam pulled the car back onto the road and sped off.

"Dean, stop!" Jo raised her legs and pushed him backwards. "Sam!" She shouted struggling to her feet. She was breathless from the wrestling with Dean and slightly dizzy from head butting him.

"Where the hell is he going?" Dean said, gasping for breath but still clutching her wrist. "This is all you're fault!"

"Me?" Jo snapped, shoving him roughly so that he fell back to the ground. "You started this."

"I did not," Dean protested and shoved her back. Jo anticipated his next move and stuck her foot out, successful tripping him over. "Stop it!" He growled at her, standing up again.

"You first."

"Oh my – Why do you have to be so infuriating?"

"Why do you have to be such a pig?" she spat, meeting his gaze with equal intensity. They stood facing each other, both of them out of breath and exhausted from screaming at each other. Neither one refused to back down.

Then Dean started laughing. Jo stared at him incredulously. "What's so funny?" She asked putting her hands on her hips.

"We are," Dean gasped out between bursts of laughter. "We're in the middle of nowhere screaming at each other… and over what?"

"Um for the record, we're standing here because you dragged me out of the car," Jo insisted, irritated that he found the whole situation so funny.

"Oh, come on," Dean said, waving a hand at her. "Just admit it, you have the hots for me."

"Did I hit your head so hard that you're now delusional?" Jo asked angrily. She scooped up her baseball cap from the ground and then turned and started walking down the road.

"Where are you going? Sam will be back soon," Dean called after her. He watched amused as she stormed away until she was several yards away and he realized she might actually walk the next 10 miles to town. "Jo… come on… wait a second!"

She ignored him, continuing to march down the road. Dean caught up quickly, and he tugged at her arm. She snatched it from him, glaring up at him. "I hate you," she snarled.

"Liar," Dean pointed out confidently. "You so want me."

"Like a hole in the head," she argued. "You're not so hot, you know," She snapped, keeping her gaze dead ahead.

"Look me in the eye and say that." Dean challenged, calling her on her bluff. He was surprised when she stood still and fixed her eyes on his.

"You're not so hot." She waited for his chest to deflate pathetically, but instead he took a step closer and grabbed her waist. Pulling her against him roughly, he captured her lips in an urgent kiss.

Jo savoured the feeling of his soft lips over hers, his tongue gently caressing her own. She felt the heat of his body envelope her as his hands disappeared under her shirt.

The sound of a car barrelling down the road brought Jo back to reality. She forcefully pushed Dean backwards, and was surprised to discover his cheeks were red and his pupils were dilated. Jo suspected by his smirk that she mirrored his appearance. Not one to give in on a fight however, she rolled her eyes at him and mumbled, "I've had better." She turned her back on him and started waving Sam down.

Sam spotted her and pulled over, eyeing them critically. "Are you two finished with the pranks now?" he inquired, before unlocking the doors.

"Oh, we're finished," Jo insisted, sending Dean a pointed look. She slipped into the backseat. Dean rolled his eyes and took up residency beside Sam in the front seat. He glanced in the side mirror at Jo. She ignored him and rubbed at her swollen lips. A smug smile tugged at his lips and he reclined in his chair.

For Dean, the game was far from being finished.

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