Stella sighed and checked her watch. Four. It had been over half an hour.
"You still breathing?" She asked wearily.
"Yep." said Dean.
He was three inches away and had been there inches away for about ten minutes. He could not build up the courage to kiss her.
"Oh for the love of..." Stella put her hand quickly on the back of his head and pulled him closer. Panic flashed in his green eyes.
"Calm yourself, Deano." She said. I never thought I'd have to say those words.
She kissed him. He was stood frozen for a second then responded with amazing enthusiasm, pressing her forward until her back hit the cool, white painted wall.
They fell back onto the cheap, uncomfortable bed.
"So... where's Sam?" Stella asked.
"Sam?" Dean asked. "No idea."
"I should really get back."
"To where?"
"The real world. This isn't real, Dean. I know it. You couldn't possibly be such a desperate loser. Became so hung up on me that when I didn't come see you that night, you went nuts. I mean, could you really imagine me married? To some guy from high school?" Stella blinked and the room grew, expanding to fit her parents, Lucia, Jason, Sam with his arm around a pretty girl with curly blond hair who was holding a baby. She must be Jessica, Sam's girlfriend, Stella thought.
Dean stood by her side. She turned to face him.
"You could stay with me if you don't want him." He looked at Jason.
Jason shrugged. "I don't mind. I've been seeing four other girls for the past year anyway."
"You never were very faithful." Stella said with a sigh.
"But you and I, we could be together." Dean said imploringly. "We could get married, have a family. Lead normal lives with no demons, no hunting. Don't you want that?"
"I... I don't know." Stella mumbled.
"What about me?" Sam said. Stella spun to look at him.
"We're happy, Stella. Me and Sam and little Johnny." Jessica said.
"Don't you want us to be happy?" asked Sam.
"I do! I just... I'm sorry." And she turned and ran. Ran out of the circle before anyone else could say anything and ran up the steps to the roof of the motel. She went to the edge.
"Well, here goes nothing." She muttered and stepped forward.
She plummeted down to the street below, down, down...
"Stella!" yelled a familiar voice.
She stirred awake, her eyes flickering open like Snow White.
"You're awake." Dean said, relief in his voice as he started to untie her and pull the needle from her wrist.
Suddenly Stella winced and let out a groan of pain.
"What's wrong?" Dean asked frantically.
"You're standing on my toe, you dick!" Stella said thorough gritted teeth.
"Oh, sorry."
Sam hurried over. "The djinn's dead and the other girl is already in an ambulance."
"Good." Dean said then looked at Stella again. "Can you walk?"
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." She said uncertainly. She took one step forward then fell like a damsel in distress. The brothers caught her and Dean lifted up and carried her, ironically bridal-style back to the Impala.
Stella chuckled as she lay down in the back seat.
"Dean, do you know what imbecile means?" She asked.
"I'm a what?"
"Doesn't matter." She said, grinning.