Dean tried to hurry his brother Sam up, he didn't understand the car might not be there when they get back. "Come on Sam, let's hurry." Dean yelled back at Sam, ten paces back. They had been jogging a good twenty minutes and from the surroundings Dean knew they were almost back. He started quickening his pace while simultaneously taking off his jacket and laying it over his shoulder. He had to get his car back, no matter how tired he got in the process. His dad gave him that car, every time he drove it, it reminded him of John Winchester and nothing was going to tear that away from him.

The air was cold and relaxing on his face and there was a slight breeze, it was even beginning to sprinkle a bit. The night sky closed into itself, amassing in a puff of dark grey swirls. "It's gonna rain hard tonight." Dean thought to himself.

"Hey Dean, there it is!" he heard Sam yell from behind him. Dean turned his gaze away from the sky and saw the dark shape of the roadhouse illuminated by the parking lamps above. A flashing "Closed" sign hung from its window. Dean began to sprint and his blood pumped throughout his body. His muscles dragged on, though they were tired and he stopped abruptly when he reached the lot. The Impala wasn't there.

"Damnit!" Dean yelled furiously, "Damnit, damnit!" he continued smashing a beer can with the sole of his boot. "It isn't here Sam…" he said when Sam caught up. Sam just looked at his brother with those puppy dog eyes. He was sympathetic.

"I'm sorry Dean." Was all Sam could say to his brother. Dean stood there transfixed to the spot, brooding inside his head. Wondering who that guy was in his car. Could it have been who he thought it was? But, his thought was interrupted.

"Dean, Sam, you're back. I heard you yelling. Are you alright, boys." Ellen asked them. She was outside the door.

"Ellen, we saw the Impala drive by, we thought that maybe it had come back here." Sam explained to her.

"Oh. Well, dear, I haven't seen it." She said. "Oh, but Jo's back. She still won't tell me who she went with."

"So it was a date, and she wasn't in the Impala?" Sam asked.

"Not that I know of." Ellen said.

"Can I see her?" Dean asked suddenly.

"Yes. She's in her room."

"I got this one Sammy." Dean told his brother.

"Alright Dean. I'll be in the bar, then." Sam said.

Dean went in the bar without another word. It was almost completely dark, but the bar was lit up so he could see. He walked around having never actually been to Jo's room, looking for it. He quickly found it and knocked on the door. He heard Jo ask who it was. He froze for a second at her voice. He had forgotten how pretty it was, he had to admit it was nice. "It's Dean." He called.

"Back so soon, honey?" he heard her say from within. Honey? Whatever.

"I'm coming in." Dean said, and pushed the door open. He was surprised to see Jo putting on her pajama pants as he walked in, but he covered his eyes. "Sorry."

"It's fine." She replied pulling them up. "What brings you back so soon."

"My car is gone. You know anything about it Jo?"

"Gone! You just had it, Dean." She said looking really surprised.

"I know." Dean said, "I had it when I came to the bar earlier. When I went out, it was gone. I have been looking for it ever since. Someone must have hot wired it."

"Wow, that recently." Jo said, looking sympathetic. "Oh baby.." she said and then she got up really close to him. Dean felt a little scared, not to mention uncomfortable. What was Jo doing? It was then that he felt Jo put her arms around him and give him a kiss.

At first Dean was startled, almost disgusted by this sudden turn of events. Somehow though, the kiss unlocked a lot of mixed feelings he had for Jo in the past. Dean suddenly felt himself kissing Jo back and they moved towards the wall, then, they were up against it. Dean could feel his lips tingle with her kiss and his soul was on fire. He started to lift Jo up in his arms, and she hung there up against him, and they continued to make out. "Jo." He began starting to feel wrong, " We can't do this…" He continued. He felt Jo relax, and then her feet touched the floor and she walked over to her bed solemnly before sitting down.

"Yeah I know, we don't want my mom to see."

"Something like that." Dean said. Jo sure was acting strangely though. He also felt a glimpse of fear at what Ellen would do if she knew he kissed Jo. They weren't on perfect terms.

"I love you Dean." She said settling into bed. "Thanks for coming back to say goodnight." She added.

"Yeah. Goodnight Jo."

Dean closed the door behind him and walked over to the bar where Ellen and Sam were talking. Ellen shot a fierce look at him, and Sam looked startled.

"What?" Dean asked them. Ellen looked sour, and walked away to her room. Sam watched her go, and once she was gone, turned to Dean.

"Dean! What are you thinking!"

"What? What's her problem, and what's yours."

"Your on kissing terms with Jo now, since when? What happened to the 'I'm gonna kill her for stealing me car thing'" Sam shot at Dean in a whisper pulling him to a table. "Besides, I never knew you had a thing for Jo. Why didn't you tell me." Sam said a little sadly.

"First off how did you know I kissed her, and secondly what's wrong with Ellen?" Dean asked leaning in.

"Well Dean, it's hard to place, but it might be the huge hicky on your neck, and if it isn't that, it's got to be all the red lip prints on your face." Sam exclaimed.

Dean froze, trying to picture the stupid expression he was probably wearing, Damn! This was embarrassing. "Okay Sam, listen to me, Jo is acting really weird, she just straight up started making mushy with me in her room. From where, I don't know! But, it happened. It was crazy, she's acting like I've been with her all night. Oh and Sam, she was looking pretty hot too if I may say." Dean said excitedly with a Dean smile at the end.

Sam started laughing patting Dean on the shoulder. " Dean that's great! Confusing, yeah. But great dude. When did you guys start, y'know." Sam asked.

"Sam, I already said, I never have. She's acting like I've been seeing her for a couple months. I don't know what it is, it's just bizarre." Dean concluded. Sam looked at him with confusion then seemed to remember something.

"Oh yeah and Dean, I think Ellen saw your, uhm, evidence. She's pissed." Sam said addressing the lip prints.

"Great. I'm doomed now, I'd rather have to wrestle Nessy than.." Dean mumbled.

"On the bright side she said we could stay here tonight and take the extra room. In the morning she will give us a ride." Sam explained. " Why don't you go wash up Dean." Sam finished with a wink, and a growl.

"Oh, you dog Sammy." Dean laughed.

Dean rose from the chair and walked to the restroom. Flicking on the switch he got up to the mirror to see the damage. Dean couldn't help but laugh. He was mutilated with lipstick. She pounded him, and he hated to say it, but it felt good. Maybe Jo was more woman than he had first thought. He grabbed a washcloth and worked on his face, thinking back to his car which was still gone. "I'll have to find it in the morning." He figured. There, he was all clean. He looked at his reflection and couldn't help, but think he was a sex god. He winked at himself.

Wait, he didn't do that. The Dean in the mirror winked again, then it shrugged taunting him. Dean readied himself, but the reflection put up his arms. "I'm not here to hurt you, Dean. I'm here to warn you." It grimaced.

"For what?" Dean asked.

"Your death, is near…" it said with a grin.

"What do you mean?" Dean yelled, but the figure mimicked him. It was gone. Dean felt a surge of adrenaline and thoughts…..

"Sammy!!"