OK my last update on this story. Hope you'll enjoy it.


Chapter 11: I Drove All Night

The Impala was just docking when Dean finally got there, they had to use Sam's map which he got on their arrival to this country. Dean agitatedly waited for the car to appear one of the containers and just drive away. After moments of waiting they finally opened the container that held his baby inside. Slowly it was being rolled out of the darkness and into the rare sunlight, which reflected off of the smoothly polished hood. It's slender shape emerged from the darkness as though the sun was caressing it's sleek form.

Having filled in all the forms he was given back his keys, which he missed having jingling in his jacket pocket. He made a quick jog over to his car and first checked the trunk, where their armoury still was, before in one swift move he slid his key into the lock and opened the door. He reaffirmed himself with his car by stroking the dashboard and gripping hold of the steering wheel as he made himself comfortable in the seat.

Dean had to get used to being in his usual seat while on the left side of the road. The Impala didn't seem huge in America when on the road but over here it was bit too big. It was OK on the motorway and straight roads, but sharp corners and parking spaces were more difficult. Especially tight corners and the average parking space, which is the size of a mini.

The eldest brother didn't care though, all he cared about was his car with him and his brother safely riding shotgun with him. Sam had to drive the rental though, as it had to go back that day to the airport, before he could join his brother in the reunion.

Later on, after Sam had given the car back, he joined Dean in the Impala. He didn't realise how much he personally missed riding around with his older brother in this car. They'd been doing this for about two years now and it had grown into part of his life, hunting evil, driving with Dean and sleeping in cheap motel's while dodging the feds.

The oldest remaining Winchester was getting tired of living in the inn and thought it would be a good idea to check out and move to a place outside of Braintree, also so it looked like they were just passing through, and not like those people Sam read about who spent most of their lives in one lodging area. So he took them back and they signed out and paid with a new fake credit card, one he made for when they were over here in England, and then went around looking for a new place to stay. As the two of them aimlessly drove about Sam pointed across his brother to a small B&B. It was something new for them as it had a homely feeling. Dean decided against it.

He carried on driving around towns, villages and along motorways in the hope to find something more suitable for them. Dean wasn't normally very picky, as long as wherever they stayed had a separate bed for him and his brother, a working shower and a place nearby where they could grab some food then he was happy, but this time he wanted a decent room which he would actually enjoy staying in. He felt like this because this would probably be the only time he would ever leave the USA before his deal was due, so he was going to treat it as the holiday he never had.

They were cruising around the town when he spotted a motel. He smiled at the memories of all the really bad motels they'd been in over the years and all the pranks he'd played on Sam. There were a few he regretted doing as when Sam got his own back, he got it back good. When they were a bit younger before Sam went to University Dean had once slipped a soaking wet towel in with his little brother at night so when Sam woke up Dean laughed about him wetting himself just to antagonise his brother. The only thing was that Sam went further and grabbed a bucket and filled it up with water and soaked the driver's seat of the Impala without Dean knowing so that when he next went to drive the car Dean felt the squelch of the seat and had a wet arse. It took forever to get the seat dry and not get ruined so that it would smell damp.

So he decided to book them into the motel as it was cheaper and a good reminder of their homeland. They signed into the motel for a room with two single beds, they didn't actually get asked if they wanted one double. After that they just waited. Waited for a call from the local hunter who they'd become friends with. They had her number but Dean couldn't decide on whether he should call her or wait for a call from her. He was getting slightly worried as she'd been unheard of for over a week and they still had no reply, this even made Sam wonder whether they should call her. After a few days he decided that instead of making a phone call he would take him and his brother out to the cinema and watch a movie.

The nearest cinema was on cheap day so they didn't have to pay as much as he was expecting. There was quite a range of movies being shown in the many cinema screens; family movies, horror movies, romance, comedy and action as well. Dean couldn't decide between Walk Hard or Cloverfield. The first was a comedy which looked like it took the piss out of Walk The Line and the second was a horror thriller which was totally filmed like a person with a personal camcorder. Sam didn't really care what movie they watched so he let Dean have the choice. All he wanted to do was to get his mind off of Dean's near future and keep him happy if he can't save him. Without telling his little brother Dean chose Cloverfield, which was due to start in fifteen minutes.

In the lobby area where you waited for the screening to be open there were a few arcade machines but one intrigued Dean. It was a monster shooting game where you were killing all these zombies which surrounded your character. He withheld himself from quickly jumping on the machine and slaughtering all the fuglies in the game. He was a good shot and knew how to conserve his ammo.

After resisting the urge to shoot some computer generated freaks they were being ushered into their cinema screening room. Earlier Sam had gone and brought them both a coke and a large tub of sweet popcorn. The last time he'd been to the cinema was with Jessica on their third date, even then he didn't pay full attention to what the movie was about as he was cuddled up with her.

As the movie began being played Dean for once wasn't worrying about his final time and Sam got sidetracked by the events on screen that he even stopped thinking about anything, except whether the characters in the movie were going to survive.

After the movie had finished Sam was in amazement with the movie Cloverfield. He'd never seen a movie totally filmed like a person running around with a camera when the city was being attacked. It made you feel like you were experiencing it as it was also presented like you were overhearing other people's conversations and it wasn't all planned in a script. Dean on the other hand wanted to show off his shooting talents and beat the top score on that game from earlier. First he looked at the high scores which were pretty high as they were at the top end of 900,000 but there was one that was a lot higher than the rest and quite a bit over a million, but he was sure he could beat it as an amateur shooter would've got the score. Only then did he realise the name of the high scorer. 'Yankee Dean W'. He started to get in a rage which he was just able to keep within, not showing anyone else how pissed off he was. Only one person would know of an American called Dean and would be arrogant enough to call him a Yankee. He immediately started to scan the area for her smug face as she realises she's been found out, but it was nowhere in sight.

When they were giving up Sam pointed across to a blonde girl. Dean thought that from a distance it looked like Jess with the wavy hair slightly covering her face, and that that was the reason Sam pointed at her. As she came closer he knew who it was. Jenna immediately looked in their direction and that grin was huge on her face.

"Didn't expect you to still be here." she welcomed them.

"I feel cheated because of you!" Dean suddenly complained.

"About what? You being on the top even though you didn't do anything?"

"Well let me think…Yeah. You knew I was here and that I'd go on it and you go and ruin the point of shooting." he started before mumbling, "This was going to be one good thing before I go."

"What was that? You kind of were a bit quiet." she inquired.

"Why do you seem to be everywhere we go?" Sam quickly covered as he was just able to hear what his older brother said.

"I was looking for you to tell you about the bed idea," she said a bit too loudly that made people walking past give them strange looks, which she replied back with a 'what are you looking at' glare, "also I went to see P.S. I Love You."

"What was that like?" Dean interrupted before his little brother could ask his question.

"Well it was quite good and funny in some places, especially when she was in Ireland. I've been there once, believe me they love their drink. There was an American playing an Irish man, I think he was called Jeffrey Dean Morgan. Yeah that's it." she answered.

"I was going to say, what about the bed?" Sam finally said after clearing his throat and getting the topic back to the important one.

"Well, the thing is, there isn't anything. I've spent the last week researching and there's nothing. Sorry about not contacting you. Anyway I've been everywhere, all over England, even got Charlie to help, and he's got contacts everywhere, and we still found nothing. There have been no freak accidents or any deaths in fact and it is, well, normal, if you don't include their expensive prices." she explained.

"And you couldn't just give us a call." Dean wondered.

"I could've but I felt like watching a movie."

"How did you know we were here?" The younger brother inquired.

"OK you got me. I was actually on my way to Braintree to see if you were still there and to do a bit more investigating when I saw a black classic car like I remembered you saying about the time we first met so I stalked you and voila, I was here. Funny how you didn't know, I wasn't that far behind you." Jenna cockily replied as though she'd brought down their excellence in noticing things with one sentence.

"Well you can go now." Dean bluntly said.

"Hell no! I didn't come all this way to just bugger off, weren't you listening. I. Was. Going. To. Ask. If. You. Would. Come. Back. To. The. Inn. Do. You. Under. Stand. Me?" she mockingly said to destroy his smugness over the situation.

"I'm. Not. An. Idiot!" Dean angrily copied.

Now ignoring the older brother she turned her attention onto Sam, "So are you coming or what?"

"Yeah. We'll be coming."

Dean glared at her with his death stare. He crossed his arms as he stood there watching her totally ignore him.

"Good. You know where it is so we'll meet there at," she paused as she glanced down at her watch, "screw that, meet you there tomorrow at ten."

"Why not now?" Sam queried.

"Need to see someone." she replied in an obvious manner.

"Are you always seeing someone, or is it just an excuse?" the younger brother asked as he noticed she always seemed to use that as he reason for not being there, or in some cases being there.

"Hey I'm a busy person. Of course I do, how else do I get jobs and get paid, unless you want to come with me." she replied, knowing that Dean couldn't stay quiet and would but in and she could disappear again.

"No! Me and Sammy are going." and there it was just as she thought he would.

He'd slapped Sam in between the shoulder blades in a brotherly manner as he spoke, before grabbing his little brother's arm and pulling him towards the exit. Sam quickly swiped his arm away and followed Dean out to the car. He didn't move until his brother pulled his arm because he was going to ask some questions, and hope she would unknowingly give subtle hints away about where she was going. He was going to figure out what was wrong about the way she acted. She was different to any other hunter they knew as she was more public about her career.

As they made it to the Impala Dean nearly had a mad fit at what he was seeing. Two idiots had parked on either side of him, as there were cars parked immediately behind and in the rows opposite the roadway down the middle, there was no room for him to get it out and turn the car. He was tempted to break into one of the cars and hotwire it so he could move it out of the way and get his car out safely, but Sam knew that was what he was thinking and warned him against it

They hoped at least one of the drivers would come out soon so in the mean time they went into McDonalds and grabbed some food as this one shut at ten. Dean went and ordered for them while Sam chose a table near the window so Dean could keep an eye out. The place was basically empty and the only people in there had just came from the cinema so the wait for food wasn't long. Dean walked over with a Big Mac, fries and coke for himself and a Chicken Deluxe, fries and coke for Sam. It was a quite nice change for once as they normally just grabbed some food at a local store and went on their way.

When they finished their meal the idiots next to him still hadn't moved but the ones opposite had so he could pull out and turn in the parking spaces in front. After he finally made it out of the block of cars in the car park he decided on taking them back to the motel to at least grab a few hours sleep before they started heading off again.


The Original version by Roy Orbison. I was thinking about doing a Ronald McDonald joke at the end but what do you think? Next chapter is the finale of this story.