Thanks for your lovely reviews! Would have posted sooner, but unfortunately my new supervisor at work had been pretty busy driving us nuts with her knack of getting on people's nerves...I swear I've never been so stressed and busy and have never been closer to setting fire to a human being in my entire life...LOL ... jk :)

Anyway...Here's a light and somewhat amusing chapter for you folks...enjoy this...because after this...comes some real heavy butt kicking...the CLIMAX is almost here! :) If you guys are wondering where the hell Jenny is...what's gonna happen between Dean and Jack...what the heck...WHAT'S gonna happen with Dean and Jenny for crying out loud...keep tuned! :)

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Dean's presence was announced by the tingling of the bell over Jack's door. Entering the small, yet cozy diner, Dean couldn't blame Jenny for feeling safe in a place like this during the months they had drifted apart. It had probably been a nice kind of job to have and a nice place to work around in. Hell…who was he kidding? ANY normal job was a nice kind of job to have. He rolled his eyes at himself and took a step towards the counter, where a small Chinese man was busy dusting the counter. They had apparently just opened up, and the only client there so far besides themselves was a bulky looking man in the background whose back was turned to them. Not caring to take a second look at him, Dean cleared his throat and approached the Chinese man, wondering if maybe he was Jack. After all, Dean hadn't as yet met Jack in person—all he had to go for was the guy's voice whom he had heard over the phone.

"How can I help young men?" asked the pleasant looking Chinese man as soon as he caught sight of the too young strapping youths in front of him.

"Is your name Jack?" asked Dean point blank.

"Excuse me?" he asked in surprise his eyes opening a bit in surprise.

Sam rolled his eyes at Dean. It was just like Dean to approach a guy like that. Diplomacy was not among Dean's accomplishments. "Hi, my name is Sam," stepped in Sam with a pleasant smile. "And this is my brother Dean," he waved towards Dean, who only nodded in return. "We're looking for a man named Jack. We heard he works here, and we were hoping we might catch him and have a word with him, if that's all right."

The Chinese man fixed his eyes briefly on Dean and blinked. Dean? Wasn't that the name Jenny had given them? He scratched his head and looked at Dean significantly, as if mistrusting him on the spot. Looking him over, he decided that it probably was him. He looked the type. A good looking bad ass type who wouldn't have any trouble getting laid. Because frankly, that was the only opinion the little Chinese man had ever had of Dean from the start. His loyalty only extended as far to Jenny—nothing more. Then again, the other fellow…Sam…he looked more trustworthy. There was something about his eyes which inspired trust. Open and straightforward from the start. The Chinese man guessed he could deal with that. If there was something he respected in a man was honesty. Turning towards Sam, the Chinese man nodded and smiled back at him. This young man had manners to speak off, and deserved a straight answer from him.

"Of course, of course, Jack come and speak to nice young man named Sam." He rubbed his hands and gestured invitingly to a booth nearby. "Now you sit and get comfortable and I go get Jack."

"Thanks, I really appreciate that," Sam returned with an honest smile. We might just get somewhere… He gestured to Dean to follow his lead and sit down on the booth, and was about to sit down when the Chinese man pointed his index finger at Dean like he would have at a naughty child.

"You clean your feet on mat outside first, then you sit with brother Sam in booth," he ordered sternly as he caught sight of his dirty boots. "I not clean floor twice in one day only because young man not careful enough to wash his dirty feet." Seeing Dean seemed frozen in spot with surprise, he took a step forward towards him. "Now," he barked sternly at him, making Dean jump back in surprise.

"You heard the man," chuckled Sam at Dean. It was hilarious to see how a tiny man like the Chinese fellow could have actually made his 6.1 badass brother jump. That was a feat not many men could have a claim too. Seeing Dean roll his eyes and march back to the entrance to wipe his feet, Sam grinned at the Chinese man, deciding he liked him on the spot.

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"So you're Dean," muttered Jack in acknowledgment as he sat in front of Dean and Sam on the opposite side of the booth. "Mmm," murmured Jack to himself, obviously trying to measure him out. "What exactly do you want?" he asked testily, not sure if he liked Dean or not. Truth be told, he was already prejudiced against him. He always had been from the start.

Dean gulped and looked from Jack's overpowering frame in front of him, to the small Chinese man who was glaring daggers at him from the counter. It felt like he was up on trail, and the sensation as anything but pleasant to him. He wasn't used to being the one tried. He was used to being the guy who checked those around him. Readjusting his jacket, Dean sat back sulkily, suddenly feeling in a sour mood. Which was not good if he expected any kind of help from these people in finding his girl.

"I'm looking for my girl," Dean finally responded stiffly. "And I thought you might know where she is."

"You thought?" Jack repeated slightly worried. "What do you mean you thought I might know where she is? Don't you know?" he was raising his voice slightly, making the Chinese man decide to take matters into his own hands. Quickly turning the "OPEN" sign to the other side so that it would read "CLOSED", he locked the diner door and scampered back to booth where the other three men were seated.

"We thought Jenny was with you at hospital!" the Chinese man interjected as he wrung his hands. "We called you because it was what she wanted!" he continued, getting more and more worked up by the minute. "She say, "I want Dean, please", so we call Dean and let you stay with her, because Jenny need you more than she need us. And now you not know where child is!?" he pointed at Dean once more with his index finger and tugged at what was left of his receding hairline. Turning towards Jack, the Chinese man's eyes watered and Dean and Sam looked in something akin to astonishment as a single tear slid down his worn out cheek.

"I should have known you wouldn't be man enough to take care of her properly," put in Jack bitterly, all the while blaming himself for not having stayed at the hospital himself. "What exactly happened? Where is she?"

"Nothing happened!" retaliated Dean irritably. "She was just fine with me."

"Of course she was…that's why you lost her," interrupted Jack sarcastically, getting more heated up as his worry about Jenny's well being increased.

"I didn't loose her!" growled Dean as his nostrils flared.

"Then why you not know where she is now?" put in the Chinese man.

"I don't know…she was with me last night and today when I got up, she was gone," Dean responded in anger feeling like a fool for not being able to give a better answer.

"You lost her!" repeated Jack and the Chinese man in unison accusingly.

"I did not!" retorted Dean, squaring his chin stubbornly.

"Dean," muttered Sam warningly, as he gave him the 'You're being a dick again' look at him.

"What?!" said Dean at Sam, not liking his face. You too?! thought Dean to himself, as he suddenly felt like everyone was against him.

Sensing the need to calm everyone around them, Sam opened his mouth to put in a word or two for Dean's sake. After all…someone had to keep calm around here. As far as he was concerned, the rest of Jenny's fan club was acting like chickens with their heads off. Heaven grant me patience…murmured Sam to himself as he rolled his eyes mentally.

"Um…I don't mean to butt in—"started Sam with a hint of uncertainty. He stopped as three pairs of eyes suddenly focused on him, obviously intent on whatever he had been about to say. "But seeing as I have," he continued nervously as he caught Dean's pissed off look. "I kinda thought it might be a good idea to recall what really brought all of us out here in the first place."

"Come again?" asked Jack as he leaned forward to listen to him. Looking at Sam, he wondered how on earth a guy like him could be related to an ass like Dean. He couldn't help but notice how different both brothers really were.

"We listen to Sam," the Chinese man nodded at him for reassurance. "Sam nice boy," he continued, making Sam blush to his hair roots. Seeing Dean snicker at Sam, the Chinese man looked at Dean darkly and frowned at him. "Unlike some people we know," he added crisply as he gave Dean a withering look.

"Uh…yeah…" Sam cleared his throat and continued. "Look, I know this is insane…it really is…and I get that we're all different and we hardly know each other but…" he paused, and inhaled sharply before continuing. "Seriously? I think the important thing here is that we all care about Jenny…right?"

All three heads nodded reluctantly, carefully avoiding each others eyes.

"Right," continued Sam brightly, feeling a little more at ease now that no one was tearing at each other's throats. "So since we all have at least that one thing in common, I think we should join forces."

"Join forces?" repeated Dean with a grimace.

"WE?" repeated Jack with a slight hint of sarcasm as he edged as far away as possible from Dean.

"Sam is right," the Chinese man pronounced abruptly, making Jack look at him in surprise. They were old friends, and Jack took the Chinese's man's opinion very seriously at times like this. "Jenny must not be left alone. Jenny needs help and care. So we find Jenny and tell her we all love her and we all want to help." He crossed his arms defiantly, as if challenging anyone in their small party to contradict him.

"You're right," finally conceded Jack. Much as he hated the mere sight of Dean, if only for the fact that he considered him a dangerous rival, he couldn't help but agree that the important thing at hand was finding Jenny, wherever she was. "What should we do?"

"Well the first thing we need to do in figure out where she could be," Sam replied with obvious gratitude that this whole affair was going better than he had thought possible.

"Anybody ever tell you you have a keen insight into the obvious?" drawled out Dean sulkily.

Sam exhaled in irritation. Dean was acting like child, and he knew it. "Dean," said Sam with deliberate emphasis as he looked at Dean pointedly. "Grow up."

"Amen to that," murmured Jack to no one in particular.

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"All right, so as far as we know Jenny is on foot, right?" Sam continued a few minutes later. Jack had heated up coffee for everyone and they had laid out a map of the region, trying to figure out where was the most logical place a girl on foot would be heading too. "So there's no freaking way she could be too far away." He paused and took a sip on the hot coffee. "It's more of a question of what direction she took." He leant back against his seat and scratched his hair thoughtfully.

Jack leaned forward and pointed to a spot on the map. "There's three major highways along this way. Here, here, and there," he pointed to each one of them in succession. "Either one of them would be a good spot to hitch hike if she was looking for ride outta here."

"What makes you think she would wanna swing a ride?" asked Dean testily, measuring the distances on the map as he did so.

"Easy. A girl without a car? Trying to get as far away as possible from her boyfriend who DOES have a car?" Jack responded. "Only way to do that is hitch a ride. And these three highways are the closest ones to the motel you've been staying at."

"He does have a point," admitted Sam as he too concentrated on the three highways Jack had mentioned. Noticing that either one of those highways was practically a step away from the motel they had just left, he looked at Jack with respect, realizing he was probably right. "A damn good point at that."

"All right, so now we know where to go," Dean said as he rubbed his hands on his pants. He got up and signaled at Sam to get up so he could get out of the booth. As Sam did, Dean readjusted his jacket and looked back at Jack and the Chinese man who had been quiet during the discussion of which road to take. "You two have a car?" he asked Jack as he took out the keys of his ride and shook it in his palm.

"I got a ride, yeah," responded Jack as he got up and taking of his cooking apron, folded it and set it aside on the counter.

"Let's roll then," responded Dean, already feeling the adrenaline surging through his body at the search that awaited them. Feeling more like himself, he even felt like being nice to Jack and looked at him on the level for the first time since they had met, instead of trying to down talk him like he had at the beginning of their acquaintance. Stepping outside, Jack locked the door behind him and trod over to the Impala, where Dean was busy inserting the keys to open the door.

"So you guys follow us." Dean opened the door and signaled at Sam to get into the car. "We're taking route 909 first, then we'll merge into—"

"We're doing nothing of the kind," cut in Jack with authority as he stepped to the left side of the Impala. "We should split up, then meet up on the third highway I told you about. We'll take twice as long the other way."

Dean lifted his hands in defeat and bit his tongue. "All right, all right." He rolled his eyes. "So Sam and I'll take the 909 and you and China man can take route 428, so we can all meet up at route 666."

"Try again," replied Jack stubbornly as he crossed his arms across his chest in defiance.

"Come again?" asked Dean with surprise. Now what?! As far as Dean was concerned, he was being the nice guy, and all Jack had done so far was contradict just about everything he suggested.

Sam and the Chinese man interchanged amused glances and settled against Jack's car, both curious to see the outcome.

"My bet's on Jack," whispered Sam conspirationally to the little man beside him. The little man nodded and hid a most unbecoming giggle behind his hand as he leaned against Sam so that no one else would hear them.

"You one smart boy," he winked at him. Only he knew just how stubborn Jack could be when he set his mind to it.

Jack set his huge hands on his hips and stared at Dean with a stubbornness to match Dean's any time. "You got another thing comin' to you if you even so much as think that I'm letting you and your kid brother go off by yourselves."

Walking over to the other side of the car so he could face Jack, Dean looked at him in unbelief. "What's that supposed to mean?!" Standing face to face to each other, Dean came to the unflattering realization that Jack was a good 4 inches taller than him. That meant he was even taller than Sam. Not a good thing in his favor if he was trying to intimidate the guy.

"It means I don't trust you to come back and let me see Jenny even if you DO find her," responded Jack.

"Oh, so now I'm a liar too?" Dean's nostrils flared most unbecomingly.

"You said it," said Jack with deliberate emphasis in each syllable, as he jut out his chest at him.

"All right that does it!" said Dean, starting to loose it. Putting his hand up to his chin, he continued like an enraged twelve year old. "I've had it up to here! No more Mr. Nice Guy!" Pointing to his car, he continued, "MY car," he spat out, "And no body's gonna tell me whose riding with me!"

"And you're not going anywhere unless I go along with you too," responded Jack quietly. "Sam can take my car with my friend, but I'm coming along with you."

"Says who?" retaliated Dean as he fumed at Jack.

Jack shook his head at him like he were a child. "Me," he responded simply as he effortlessly snatched the keys from Dean's hands and before any of the party could fully register his next move, he had picked Dean up by the armpits like a child, and held him up in the air above him.

"Put me down, you ape!" seethed Dean down at him as he kicked and tried to detach himself from the superman like grip that held him high.

"We got a deal?" asked Jack wickedly with a faint smile, his sense of humor getting the best of him.

"SAM, do something!" Dean growled as he looked at his last resort in this current shameful position.

"Why? You seem to be handling it so well by yourself," Sam responded as he chocked back a laugh. After all he couldn't help laughing at the sight. Dean looked so comical wriggling in Jack's grip. The sight made him think of an enraged Chihuahua in the hands of a big gorilla.

"So what do you say?" asked Jack sweetly. He smiled up at him, victory written all over his face.

"FINE!" spat out Dean, his ears crimson red. "Just let go off me!" He'll pay if it's the last thing I do in this world…

"Okidoki," purred Jack as he suddenly let Dean drop to the floor without warning. Falling ass first, Dean glared up at the laughing trio surrounding him with murder in his eyes. Getting up as quickly as he could, he snatched his keys back from Jack's hand and dusted off the dirt from his behind as he tried desperately to recover whatever scraps of self respect he had left.

Sam walked over to Dean, his hands holding on to his now sore ab muscles after laughing so hard. "Oh man…you looked so—"

Dean glared daggers at him, making him stop midsentence. "Shut your pie hole, Sammy."

Ah Dean...no matter how ridicoulous and childish you can be...we still love him, don't we? lol If you ask me...Dean had it coming to him...lol