Moving on with things people I'm struggling with what to do from here. I want to change the plot up but I also don't know how and AU would turn out.

On a lighter note Dirtydee well done with your fic It's amazing I will defiantly be reading on.

Enjoy everyone it's all for you. And I don't know a tiny microscopic bit for me hehe

Another 20 minutes and we were on the road. Dean at the wheel and Sam in the back seat half sulking and half researching. I took comfort in the atmosphere as I sat in the front seat my knees resting against the dash. That stupid costume was long gone and I now wore a pair of light jeans and a pale purple button up with white stripes. Dean had taken one look at my outfit and grimaced.

"God you look like Sam with boobs,"

I had just laughed at his remark, pulling on my old leather jacket. The times had changed me, but I was still his Jessie. Forever and always.

"There have been two other victims found in the last month," Sam noted.

I shifted and rested my chin on the back of the seat "Both 'heart failure'" I said with air quotes.

"Yeah," Sam took a deep breath looking at his computer screen "Melanie Fisher was found in her garage still in her car and Daniel Jethrow at his desk...he was the town sheriff," Sam met my eyes for a moment before turning to stare out the window. I sat back in my seat and sighed.

"If it's a spirit it's attached to something," Dean noted.

"Thanks for the hunting 101 Einstein," I mumbled resting my head against the passenger side door.

"Are you sure it's Sam who needs the tampons," Dean cocked an eyebrow.

"What?" a gruff voice came from behind me.

The tone of shock in Sam's voice forced a reluctant giggle to escape my clenched lips. Dean laughed too looking back at Sam a cheeky smirk painted over his features.

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We hit Jericho about 6:00 am. The sun had risen about an hour ago and I had watched in harmony. I was home again.

Another ten minutes and Dean swore looking at the gas tank. The little red arrow was nearing the E very quickly.

"Well who's hungry?" he asked as we pulled into a rundown old gas station. Dean and I got out while Sam remained digging around on his lap top. I went to reach for the pump but Dean's hands were on mine before I even managed to process the thought properly.

"Ah No!" he said reaching for the pump himself.

I laughed leaning back against the car "Right I forgot how anal you are about this car," I sighed watching as he pulled his sleeves up to his elbows.

"No one touches my baby,"

"Even me?" I pouted pushing myself towards him while he hooked the pump to the car.

Dean's breath hitched and a smirk played at the corners of his mouth. He straightened up placing a hand on mu hip. I felt my nerves flare as his fingers made contact with exposed skin.

"Jessie I love you...but I love my baby more," he chuckled in my ear his breath warm on my cheek.

"Oh god, seriously am I going to have to live through this again?" Sam whined and I noticed that he had opened the door to stretch is long legs.

"Sorry Sammy," Dean coughed stepping away from me. I ignored the pang of loss I felt as he pulled away.

My gaze followed as he disappeared into the convenience store, lingering on the sway of his hips and the way his jeans hugged his butt just right. Sam groaned behind me.

"Jealous Sam?" I joked turning to smile at him.

"Yea it's eating me up inside...I've always had this thing for Dean," he let his own grin spread lighting up his features. I grimaced, pulling the pump out and putting it back.

"That's disgusting," My voice rose in pitch as I let out a giggle.

"What?"

I shrugged turning around and leaning against the car again "Oh I was just picturing you and Dean-"

"Stop talking,"

I laughed again my gaze locking with Sam's. Guilt began to roll through my chest as his face fell and he stared at me with longing in his puppy eyes. Desperation radiated from him.

"Sam I-"

Dean cut me off "Who wants breakfast," he mumbled over a mouthful of mars bar.

Sam grimaced rolling his eyes "No thanks,"

I looked at him shaking my head "Well I'll have some," I said snatching the bag from Dean and climbing back into the Impala. The car sank as Dean hopped into the driver's seat. Cheese powder already coated my fingers and I munched on a mouthful of nacho chips.

"Now that's the Jessie I remember," Dean laughed starting the engine.

I laughed sucking the powder off of my middle finger. Yea I was mature wasn't I.

"So how'd you pay for that stuff? You and Dad still running credit card scams?" Sam asked leaning in between the front seats.

Dean shrugged his broad shoulders "Yeah well hunting ain't exactly a proball career. Besides all we do is apply. It's not our fault they send us the cards,"

I smiled stuffing another handful of chips into my mouth and munching on them loudly. Both Sam and dean looked at me raising their eyebrows in unison. The resemblance in the looks they gave me was scary.

"What?" I mumbled barely audible.

They both just rolled their eyes.

"So what names did you use this time?" Sam asked after a moment of silence. I grabbed Dean's wallet before he had the chance and sat back flicking through its contents. I just sighed, tutting at him when I passed a condom, skipping past it to his master card.

"Ahh," I said pulling the card out "Hector Aphromian,"

"and his Dad Burt, scored two card out of the deal," Dean added winking at me.

"smooth," I commented putting the card and his wallet back.

Again we lapsed into silence. Slowly it began to get awkward. Dean flexed his biceps fixing his gaze on the road and I could tell Sam was flicking between both of us watching every move. Soon my neck began to tingle and I couldn't handle it anymore I reached out and hit the play button and Dean's stereo. Ace of spades by Motorhead began to play and both Dean and I smiled to each other while Sam groaned from the back seat.

"I swear man you gotta update you cassette tape collection," he whined.

"Bull" I cried frowning at Sam who was in turn frowning at the speakers.

"They're cassette tapes and Motorhead? It's the greatest hits of mullet rock,"

Dean sighed leaning back and turning the music up. "Well house rules Sammy. Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts it cake hole," he shouted over the belting music.

Well technically I was shot gun and I wasn't complaining "Yea 'Sammy' majority rules. So suck it up,"

"You know Sammy is a chubby twelve year old. It's Sam," he moaned slumping back with a sour look.

"Sorry I can't hear you music's too loud," Dean snickered stepping down on the gas and pushing us over the speed limit.