Officer Maddell eyed the two prisoners in the back seat warily. Sam and Dean Winchester. Dangerous, they were. Murderers.

He turned to his partner, Sid, who was driving and noticed that he too snuck a glance in the mirror every so often. It wasn't every day that fugitives such as these two were found in Santa Cruz, and they were slightly unsure with how to treat them.

"Dude, you want to take the corners a little easier?"

Choosing to ignore their captive's request, they veered around the next turn at their usual pace, and saw the taller of the two slide into his brother, who was looking a little green around the gills.

Aww crap, Maddell sighed, and gestured for Sid to ease up a bit. The last thing they nefeded was for some perp to barf all over the back seat.

The ride continued in silence for another thirty seconds before the shorter spoke again.

"Hey, I don't mean to be a bother, but can you pull over for a minute?"

Sid laughed, sneaking a glance in his rearview. Maddell saw that the young man's condition hadn't improved (if anything, it was getting worse) and didn't even crack a smile. "Sid, I think you better pull over a second."

It takes a very special person to say so much without ever opening their mouth, and when Sid looked at him, he managed to convey, 'The hell is wrong with you? You have to have some kind of leak in your brain to even contemplate helping these guys out,' all with a raised eyebrow and a slightly open mouth.

When Maddell informed him about the situation, and that he didn't have to let them out, just stop for a minute, Sid gave a weary sigh and pulled to the kerb.

It took several minutes for Dean to calm down enough for them to start driving. And in that time FBI Agent Reidy could be heard on the radio, warning them not to let the criminals go. Sid scoffed, like it was in their planner or something.

When hazel eyes nodded at him, Sid was about to pull out when he was halted by a tapping on Maddell's window.

Said tapper's face was out of sight, as they were standing right in front of the window, and Maddell had no choice but to wind it down to speak. Before he could get a word in, the stranger leaned down and smiled. "Evenin' officers."

Before they could contemplate how the man who was supposed to be arrested was also chatting to them from outside the car, a small, red dart sank into each of their shoulders, and within minutes they were both asleep.

.

The ride back to the BCG was filled with Dean informing them that the spirit was toast as he removed all the accessories he no longer needed. Priestly noted that while Dean still affected the makeup and piercings, he was already wearing another shirt, and was about to ask what happened to his when Dean, almost sensing the question, looked his way and shook his head no, telling him that there some residue from the spirit that had smeared all over the shirt and to trust him; Priestly wouldn't have wanted it back.

He then changed tracks and proceeded to tell Priestly of everything he did whilst he was at the museum, should Henricksen try to pull him in for questioning again.

Dean waited until Tish had left the car when he got to his favourite part, the make-out session, and Dean didn't miss the look that flittered across Priestly's face like the breeze. He let the subject drop for the moment, but brought it back up while Sam distracted the others with the good news, of which Piper and Noah were extremely grateful.

Dean, after washing the temporary dye out of his hair in the sink, had obtained a towel from God knows where and was sidling over to Priestly who was leaning against the counter, watching the others interact. Back to his normal self (though Priestly didn't share the need to abruptly change his appearance, he'd do it when he got home) Dean unconsciously mimicked Priestly's stance, and dropped the towel on the bench. Not able to think of a subtle way to introduce the topic, Dean merely stated, "So, you and Tish? I'm sorry man, I didn't know."

"There's nothing to know. There is no 'me and Tish'."

Dean nodded. "But you like her."

It wasn't a question, so Priestly didn't answer it.

The silence carried on for a bit before Dean sighed.

"Look man, there's something you should know." When Priestly looked up, he continued. "The whole time I was here, it only really started at the museum."

Yeah, so?

Dean read the look on his face and elaborated. "I didn't really look my glamorous self then."

Priestly froze. Dean didn't look normal then, he looked like Priestly. Make-up, hair and piercings all, and she still went for it. That means that it isn't his appearance that's putting her off, it's...

"So I think you got a shot."

Priestly was jolted out of his inner dialogue. "What?"

"I said, since she's not put off by your freaksome attire, you've still got a shot."

Priestly snorted. "Yeah, right."

Dean was puzzled. "Dude, what's wrong with you? I just told you she's got no problem with someone who literally looks exactly like you. Stupid hair, useless piercings and freakin' eyeliner and she still doesn't care. The hell you blowin' that off for? I thought you wanted her."

"I do," Priestly confessed wearily. "But you said it yourself; she went for you. You, who looks exactly like me, but isn't. I've been here this whole time, and she never once considered it. You show up and in three days you're necking her in a museum. That means it has nothing to do with the physical, she just doesn't want me."

Dean took a moment to digest this, and when he had he looked Priestly dead in the eye. "You sure about that?"

"Yeah."

"Absolutely sure?"

Priestly considered. "Ninety percent sure."

Dean squared his shoulders. "Look, I don't do chick flick moments, that's Sammy's thing. I will tell you this: The only way you're going to find out if you have a chance with her is if you walk up to that woman, tongue the sweet fuck out of her, and then wait for the reaction."

Dean appraised him. "Personally, I think she'll have you on the floor in half a minute."

The brothers had left not long after that. Smiles and handshakes all round. Two subs on the house, one with extra onions. And a phone number incase any 'weird shit' started up again.

Priestly watched Tish as they closed up shop for the night. Everyone else had gone home, and she was just about to open the door when he decided to take Dean's advice. Thowing caution to the wind, he hoped against hope that his twin was right.

He wasn't.

It only took her fifteen seconds to get him on the floor.