Jo exits quietly, after she's sure that Sam has fallen asleep. She stayed with him until he did, and she was glad that she had. She hadn't ever thought that it would be this Winchester that she would fall for, she always thought that it was to be Dean. It's not that she didn't want to stay the night with him, more of the fact that she didn't want the interrogation that she was sure was coming from Zoey when she came back.

She walked into her room quietly, careful not to wake Zoey. She had made it into bed, before Zoey woke up and asked her where she'd been.

"I was uh.. Helping Sam.. With uh.. Research.." She stammers.

Zoey, clearly not buying it, looks straight at Jo. "Research, huh?"

"Yeah… you know, looking up stuff about the Djinn. Which reminds me, have you heard from Dean?" She asks, changing the subject.

"No, I haven't. I'm actually starting to get worried. I don't think that he's just MIA, I think something bad has happened to him.." Zoey says, looking at Jo.

"Sam.. He was pretty upset…" She finds herself starting to tear up, and quickly rubs her hand across her eyes.

"Are you okay?" Zoey furrows her brows, concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine. We need to find Dean. Sammy needs his brother back, and mom will tear us apart until we find him anyway." Jo walks towards the table opening her laptop.

"I think.. I think he may still be at the track.." Zoey says, like she suddenly remembers something important.

~•~

Zoey wakes before Dean does, and she snuggles back into his side, drawn to his warmth. She's just starting to enjoy the position they were in, and fall asleep when Dean's phone rings. He immediately gets up, and answers it.

"Hello?" He says, rubbing his hand across his face sleepily. "Yeah.." "Yeah, I'll be right in." He hangs up the phone, places it back on the nightstand and goes and sits on the end of the bed.

"I have to go in to work…" Zoey tries to protest, as it's Saturday. "I'm sorry baby, we got a lead on the Williams' case. We had a witness come in early this morning." Dean repeats, hoping that she knows what he's talking about, because he doesn't.

She groans, "But Dean, you've been working on that case for over a month.. It's just a robbery…"

"Yeah, I know.. But when they call.. I have to go in.." He kisses her on the forehead before going to start a shower.

Half an hour later, Dean walks back out into the bedroom all dressed and ready for work. He sees Zoey sitting on the futon at the end of their bed, watching some movie.

"Hey, what are you watching?" Dean asks curiously, sitting beside her.

"One of my favorites.. Mr. and Mrs. Smith.." She chuckles, and then adds, "You're not a top secret spy, that's only married to me as a cover, right?"

"Nah.. At least, I don't think so…" She just laughs, thinking it as nothing more than a joke. But for all Dean knows, that may be exactly why they're married.

~•~

Dean arrives down at the federal building about half an hour later. He walks into what he assumes is his department, remembering what Zoey had said about what he did. He was pretty sure that he worked in homicide, seeing as his badge said "Dean Winchester, Homicide Detective".

He walks down the hall until he reaches an office with his name on the plaque. He sees a man in a tan trench coat sitting in the seat facing his desk.

"Hey, Dean. So for the case.. We got a witness in early this morning saying that she saw who murdered Mr. Williams." Cas. He smiles at him when he walks into the office, seeing Cas with a badge on his hip.

"Oh, really? Who?" Dean sits in the chair behind the desk. He notices that the desk is adorned with pictures, of his family, his wife, and of his unit.

"One of the clients who was waiting in the lobby for a loan. She came in earlier, and described him as this man." Cas hands dean a manila folder with a sketching in it, and then a real picture and a paper documenting the man's credentials.

"Hm… Dick Roman?" The name sounded familiar to Dean. However, in this universe he must be a lowlife. Not a big name.

"He withdrew all of his money from the bank earlier that week, and then transferred it all to a hospital.." Cas said, reading a copy of the report.

"So let's go find him, and bring this son of a bitch in." Dean smirks. This was what he was good at. Tracking and finding.

~•~

Zoey arrived at the track with Jo later that day. No one was on the track yet, it was too early, and it had just rained. They were still drying it, making sure that it was safe to race on.

"We need to talk to the drivers.. See if they saw anything.." Jo noticed the excitement in Zoey's eyes as she said this.

"Yeah.." Jo chuckles, "I'm sure that's why you want to talk to them.."

"What? I'm a fan, no shame in that…" She broke down laughing when Jo looked at her with amusement in her eyes.

She scans the track, looking for anyone. "We need to go to the garage area.. I wonder who's there." She practically squeals with excitement as they make their way towards the garage.

~•~

"Hey baby, how is your day?" Zoey's voice travels over the receiver.

"My day is going well. Cas and I are going to try to find this guy who the suspect identified. We've got a really great lead." She can hear the smile in his voice.

"Dean, you've said that about the last four leads… Oh well, good luck." She says, smiling, even though he can't see it.

"Yeah, how is your day going?" He asks, looking over at Cas, who's texting someone.

"Good, just really busy. With all these summer camps. Good thing I've got my volunteers though… So many little kids.. God, I'm in over my head." She laughs, and he hears a little kid yell in the background. "HEY! DYLAN! YOU NEED TO CALM DOWN. Hey babe, I gotta go. I love you."

"I love you too.." He hangs up with her, and then puts his phone down. "Hey, Cas, who're you texting?"

"Uh.. Meg. She's asking me what kind of flowers I want for the wedding.." He sighs, obviously not wanting to deal with this right now.

Cas is getting married to..Meg? Thoughts fill Dean's head of how this happened. He had to admit to himself, though, he was happy for his friend. This universe seemed like the perfect place to be.

~•~

Sam sat at a bar, on his third glass of whiskey. He was taken by surprise when Jo showed up and sat beside him.

"Hiya Sammy…" She smiles at him from behind the straw of her soda.

"Hey, Jo. Did y'all find anything today?" He asks, motioning for another round.

"No, but Zoey got to talk to a bunch of Nascar drivers… which seemed to make her pretty happy. I'm pretty sure she even got some digits." Jo sniggers, finishing her drink.

Sam downs the rest of his drink, looking at Jo. "Damn girl, you're beautiful…" He can't stop the words from coming out. She just smiles shyly back at him, and then leans forward and kisses him, tasting the whiskey on his lips.

They stay in this position, until they're interrupted by Zoey's voice. "Ahem. Public Indecency mean anything to y'all?" She just laughs and sits down beside them, ordering a vodka martini for herself.

"So, how goes it guys?" She asks them, obviously still amused.

"Good.. Still can't find Dean. Looked all day." Sam replies, looking sadly down at his drink.

"Hey…" Jo puts her hand on his knee comfortingly, "We're going to find him, I promise.

He just smiles up at her, his eyes pleading her not to remove her hand.

~•~

"Dick Roman?" Dean walks into the little shop, flashing his badge.

"Yeah, that's me. What can I do for you?" He asks.

"We're gonna need you to come with us. We need to ask you a few questions." Dean says, pulling out his handcuffs.

"What's this about?" Dick asks, starting to get angry.

"Sir, we'll explain later, you need to come with us now." Cas says, surprisingly stern.

"Okay…" He lets Dean handcuff him, with sort of a sick smirk on his face, as if he knows he's done something.

Dean sighs, realizing that he's on the other side of the law, and he actually likes it, something that he never thought possible.

When they get back in the car, Cas answers his phone. "Hello?" "Oh.. Hey.. I already told you, it doesn't really matter to me. The only thing that I want there is you." God, Cas was a sap, Dean thinks to himself. "No, I don't want salmon. No fish. No, Meg honey, I don't care who you invite. Yes, you can invite-" He's cut off by some angry yelling on the other side, and he looks at Dean, his eyes speaking volumes. "Meg, I have to go. I love you, I'll call you later. Mk. Bye."

"Dude.." Dean smirks, laughing to himself.

"I swear this wedding's turning her into a demon." Cas says.

"You don't know the half of it…" Dean mutters to himself, pulling into the garage of the FBI.