"Okay. Stop. Pull over." Deans head turned to me shock written all over his face from my sudden outburst.

After turning off the ignition to the car, Dean waited patiently yet clearly unnerved for my next set of words.

"I am not doing this with you right now. I am not playing a game with you, you think this is fun for me? That I'd choose to be here right now sat in silence in a hot car, sticky with sweat, extremely hungry and thirsty, for what? What do I get out of this experience? Nothing. You can sit here thinking that I am the problem but I am not, I had as much control coming here as you did so I am telling you now that I've had enough with being punished for it, for something I have no control over." My eyes didn't leave Dean's as I relayed my feeling to him, his eyes softened under my own almost daring him to interrupt what I was saying. "Of course, I understand your hesitancy to trusting me but you have to let me prove myself to you. I have watched you and your brothers lives pass by on screen and if there is one thing that stands out constantly in every season and episode is the love you have for your brother Sam, and let me assure you that I would never do anything to hurt either of you" I caught myself before I said, 'I love you both'. In truth I did love them, I loved all that Sam and Dean's characters represented and now seeing them I loved them as people.

Dean gripped the steering wheel and turned his head to look out of the window looking at the cars that whipped past us as we sat stationary at the side of the road. When he still didn't speak again I spoke again. "All I'm asking is that you stop punishing me."

"I don't want to. I don't mean to." I was still looking at him even though he was still facing away from me. I was kind of expecting more than I received but his face was telling me more than his mouth did. His poker face was not good enough to fool me into thinking that he held no emotion. Whether those emotions were for me or for what I had said I didn't know but either one was enough for me to have faith in the fact that there was still more to his façade that he kept attempting to radiate but somehow kept slipping away at moments while we were together.

"I know. I'm sorry when I slip into a conversation as if I am a part of your family or like I know you, but in my mind, I am and I do know you. In a way, anyway." I took a breath in before finishing. "I will try to be more reserved when it comes to the way I talk and act around you if you try to give me a little leeway. Have we got a deal" I stuck my hand out hoping to get his agreement. For a second I thought that he was going to reject the offer until he reached out and slotted his right hand in mine and shook it firmly.

This agreement seemed to set in place quickly as soon as we had pulled out back into the road we were pulling back into a diner parking bay. We took our time ordering food and a drink inside with small talk breaking up the eating and drinking, an hour later and we were back on the road with a much better atmosphere radiating from both of us.

With a click of the cassette that had been playing on repeat for the last several hours was ejected from the hole. "Pick something out. All the cassettes are in the glove compartment". I pulled out a handful placing them on my lap so that I could look over each of the labels carefully, I came to a Beatles tape and smiled at my choice, I loved them something me and Dean had in common.

I slipped the tape into the player before putting all of the others back. As the first song came on I leant back into the back of the seat, relaxing into the leather. Not knowing still where I sat with Dean yet I only began with humming along with each song that played.

Feeling full and somewhat satisfied I was able to drift off into a light sleep.

I don't know when I awoke I saw Dean smiling through my half-shut eyelids. However, when my eyes caught his, his warming smile dropped from his face he spoke relatively softly when he said "You were singing in your sleep you know? Do you usually do that?"

A hot flush rose in my cheeks, surely turning my face a deep pink. "No. No one's ever told me I even speak in my sleep. What was I singing?" I prayed that I wasn't a squawking mess but I couldn't give Dean the satisfaction or the opportunity to make fun of me, by asking a question like that.

"Hey Dude," Dean answered simply.

"Oh," I mumbled in response, feeling my face turn from pink to tomato red. Well, it looked like even my subconscious couldn't keep its mouth shut. I was grateful that it had at least been my favourite Beatles song since I was young, long before being a fan of Supernatural. I had been told by my parents that I sang in the car when I was only a year and a half only managing the lyrics 'Hey Jude' as I hadn't been talking for very long. There was no way I had muddled up any of the lyrics so I guess that was a plus.

My 'Oh' had Dean chuckling, great. I assumed that his reaction meant that he hadn't made the connection of me knowing what the song meant to him. To be honest that made sense though as I had previously briefly mentioned to the brothers the start of the first episode and how they were introduced. Which would maybe cause dean to think I wouldn't know anything about his mum, other than what the characters had spoken about, not taking into consideration the possibility of his mum coming back to life or the use of flashbacks.

"Hey. Leave me alone, I'll sing if I want to." Like clockwork, a new song began playing which we simultaneously began singing to.

Smiles spread across each of our faces as we sang along to each song that played, both knowing every song on the playlist.

I was so carried away that I didn't notice that Dean had pulled up at the publishers, only noticing when the music turned off with the turning of the key in the ignition.

"Were here" Dean explained as he pulled the key out. "So, you've seen how this goes? What did you have in mind? I don't have an ID for you to use, not that anyone would believe you were FBI anyway."

"I was thinking you work for a magazine that wants to promote the book series, she'll be into that. For me, we could just say I'm here with you as an intern but it's my first day so they haven't got around to making me a pass yet, do you think that's believable enough?"

It looked like he was thinking about it for a second, he looked me over before he answered me "Hmm should do."

"Here.." he said as he picked up a pen from the car floor and put it behind my ear. "Take that notebook, of yours, in with you too"

We both stepped out of the car and walked around it to the boot, I grabbed my notebook while Dean searched for a corresponding ID and similar notebook to mine.

The receptionist of the publishers buzzed us in so that we could walk up to the desk that she sat at. "Hello, good afternoon. How can I help you?" she sat perkily up straight in her seat her eyes not even once glancing in my direction, Dean took up her whole attention. I had to give it to her he was a very pretty man but show a little restraint, wouldn't you?

When it was me that spoke the woman visibly tore her eyes off of the man candy that stood before her. "We would like to speak to the person in charge of coordinating and managing the Supernatural series please."

She didn't even bother to ask who we were or why we were here ahead of her calling through to what I reckoned contacted another office inside this one, I guessed that was due to Dean's presence. No sooner had the phone conversation started the call had ended and the woman was showing us to the head Supernatural publisher's office. The receptionist slipped Dean a piece of paper, which I was sure had her number on and reluctantly left dean as the door opened revealing the woman I had seen on TV.

At the very least I knew I was in the right place with the right person.

"So, what can I do for you? My receptionist didn't say when I spoke to her on the phone." She looked over each of us individually as she asked her question, clearly sceptical of our intentions.

"Hello, were both with Allure magazine and were hoping to feature the Supernatural series in the upcoming edition," I said putting on my best smile hoping to convince her.

"So, you published the 'Supernatural' books?" Dean asked it seemed that without Sam there he took on his train of thought too.

"Yep. Yeah. Gosh. These books... You know, they never really got the attention they deserved. All anybody wants to read anymore is that romance crap. You know – 'Doctor Sexy, M.D.'?" The publisher said.

This was getting boring already so I attempted to cut some bits out by combining what they had said in the original episode. "Yes. Totally. We're hoping to shine a light on an underappreciated series with our article, hopefully with the good press the series you will receive we hope you'll be able to start publishing again. We both can't wait to see what happens to Dean after he goes to hell and all. Personally, I have a theory, my college here doesn't agree with me do you though?"

Only just tuning back in Dean spoke a confused "No".

"We are deadly serious about the series, we won't be making any smart-ass articles making fun of the brothers. We are legit, we are massive fans." I stated, I looked over the young, attractive woman. "You don't look convinced."

I thought for a minute, working out how to convince her without too much unnecessary work or effort. Turning to Dean I smiled before saying "Show here your tattoo"

All I got in response from Dean was a 'huh'.

"Your anti-possession tattoo on your chest, like the one Sam and Dean have" With more reluctance than was needed Dean gripped the collar of his shirt in his fist and pulled it down revealing the tattoo.

"You don't have one?" Quizzed the publisher, I thought that I might have been able to get away with it but I guess not. Here goes nothing, so much for trying to tone it down. I pulled up the hem of my t-shirt from the bottom. Along my ribs under my boobs was an anti-possession tattoo that featured a set of angel wings that spanned my whole width, across my front.

I felt the publisher's eyes still on me as I turned my head to see Dean's reaction, he smiled as he observed it. Okay. We're okay.

I faced the publisher as I talked about my tattoo. "I just have this theory that Dean is going to be saved, from hell, by an angel. That's what the wings are for. To raise him from perdition" God am I cheesy for quoting Cas. Oh well.

"Awesome. You know what?" the publisher like in the original episode decided to show her own tattoo. She turned around and hiked up her skirt to show me and Dean her tattoo.

"Wow. Great tattoo. As a fan, yourself you can see we are huge fans and we were really wondering whether we could interview Carver personally... Before you say it, I know he's super private and that's why he uses a pen name but we don't want to expose his true identity just give the fans what they want, some insight into the magic behind the brothers' creator."

She apparently bought onto it as she began scribbling the address on a pad of paper. "His name's Chuck Shurley. And he's a genius, so don't piss him off" she said rambling away prior to ripping off the page with the address on it.

Let's go meet God.