Disclaimer: I do not own Dean, Sam, or John Winchester. Nor do I own the Impala or John's kick ass truck. Also, I do not own Spaceballs.

Chapter Eight

AJ, Dean, and Sam are in the living room of the motel room. Dean is sitting with AJ on a big comfy blue couch; Sam is sitting alone on a soft plush blue chair adjacent to the couch. Outside the light was a little dimmer, with the sun setting the sky was turning different shades of orange with hints if light blue and a soft pink. Earlier Sam had suggested that they watch a movie for lack of anything else to do. Sam and Dean decided to let AJ choice the movie as long as it wasn't some mushy chick flick.

"Oh come on guys, like I want to watch some stupid fluffy movie where everyone gets with the one that they love." AJ walked over to a brown cardboard box which held a bunch of VHS's, none of which were mushy chick flicks. "Oh, I found what we're going to watch. I love this movie." Out of the box, AJ picked up Spaceballs.

Dean threw up both his arms, like he was on a rollercoaster. "YES!"

"Come on! Dean makes me watch that movie all the time. Please pick something else." Sam whined.

Dean threw a pillow at Sam. "Quit bitching!"

"Hey! In pain over here! Was it really necessary to through the pillow?"

"Get over it, and yes. You're not in that much pain if you said you could go to school today."

"Guys, shut up! We're watching Spaceballs. It's been years since I've seen this movie." AJ goes up to the TV and pops the video into the VCR, and hits play.

"Years for you, days for me." Sam mumbled.

"Come on Sammy. I sat and watched friggin' Top Gun the other day. I hate that damn movie, and Tom freaking Cruise."

"Okay, okay." Sam put up his hands in surrender.

"Shhh!" AJ glared at Sam and Dean. "Movies on."

"For the next hour and a half Sam, AJ, and Dean sat and watched the movie, surprisingly in silence except of course the continuous break outs of laughter. And despite the fact that Sam seemed to not really want to watch it, he was the loudest at times. When the movie ended, it was after 7, and when AJ saw the time she jumped up in a panic.

"Shit! Shit! God I'm dead!"

"AJ, calm down! What's wrong?" Dean grabbed AJ by the shoulders to get her to look at him.

"Uh, my dad is going to kill me."

"Why?" Sam asked from over in his chair.

"Because, it's almost 8 o'clock at night and I never called to say where I was or that I wasn't even coming home right after school."

"Here," Dean picks up the phone. "Call now. Better late then never."

AJ lets out a breath she'd been holding in and smiled. "Thanks."

Dean smiled back. He goes over to the kitchen and takes some frozen pizza out of the freezer, giving Sam a questioning look, while AJ calls her house. Sam gives Dean a nod in approval, so Dean turns in the oven to pre-heat it. He taps on the counter AJ was leaning on, showing her the box. AJ smiles and gives thumbs up.

On the phone, it rings twice and the get answered. "Dad? Oh, hey El, dad there? ...He's not back yet? Didn't he say he was coming back this afternoon? … Oh. …I'm at me friend Dean's. …Yeah I know what dad said. …I'm not stupid Ellie. …Okay, I'll be home later. Stay inside. …Okay smartass, whatever. I'll talk to you later, bye." AJ hung up.

"So?" Dean asked, putting the pizza in the oven.

"I'm off the hook. My dad's on a business meeting still, so he won't be back until sometime tomorrow night."

"Well, I walk home with you when we're done eating."

"Thanks Dean."

AJ and Dean stared at each other for a moment. Sam looked at Dean then AJ and back to Dean a few times. "Okay, should I go in the other room and leave you guys alone?"

"What the hell are you talking about Sammy?"

"Dean, I know you. And I know what that look means."

"Sam, you don know what you're talking about. AJ and I are friends."

"Yeah Sam, me and him," AJ pointed to herself and to Dean. "Just friends."

"Hey, I call them like I see them. And I see you two making out with each other in you minds." Sam gets up from his chair and walks over to the refrigerator and takes out a can of Pepsi.

"Ha, ha. Sam isn't it your bedtime?" Dean pushes Sam out of the way so he can get a soda for him and AJ.

"You know, you two sound like an old married couple sometimes."

"Thank god I'm not married to him. He's all cute and fuzzy until you've brought him home and shared a room with him." Sam joked.

Dean slaps Sam lightly on the back of his shaggy haired head. "Don't talk about me like I'm a dog."

"Jerk." Sam rubs his head.

"Bitch."

Chapter Eight End

A/N: Thanks for the reviews! Again, I apologize for taking this long to update. Lately I've been catching up in the stories I've been reading. I'd gottin behind because I was updating so much and not reading the other stories. Anyway, some of you mentioned in some of the reviews that I need to make it a little clearer on who was speaking, and that I should try to add some of the senses. I tried to do that, and I hope it worked out and that it's not as confusing to anyone on who happens to back speaking.

Okay, so thanks again. Please review, and I hope you like this chapter.

Love, Jen

PS- The phone conversation AJ had was with her sister Ellie and I didn't put what Ellie was saying because Dean and Sam wouldn't have heard that part, and in one of the next chapters I going to go it to more detail about AJ and her family, and putting what Ellie was saying might give it away, even though me saying it might give it away a little so I'm going to shut up now.