Arsamandi1: I'm thrilled you are enjoying the story. I love the bond Sam and Dean share as well. It was about this point that I realised they were really quick to forgive each other so there will be no immediate apology here. They do make up eventually but unfortunately you will have to wait another chapter before Missouri appears.

Vrskaandrea: Thank you for your review! Sam does know better than to pick a fight, but you are correct again, he was angry and also scared so it came out all wrong, of course! Missouri will help both of them process a bit and yes...Dana will make an appearance in this chapter.

Makanie: Thanks and I hope you are enjoying my recommendation.

Blondie 20000: Yes, I agree, Sam need to chill, and its not so much as what Dean does next but whom...

Shazza19: I never got into Dr Quinn myself but I'm glad I could give you a giggle! x

Bloodforink: I know it will be a while before you get to read this but I don't know either. Turning one of them into a woman would have been funny. You're right, Deans been aged, De-aged and even a dog so why not a chick?

CHAPTER 33

Caleb woke suddenly to the lamp in his room flickering. He cracked one eye slightly and could just make out a figure sitting in the old arm chair in the corner by the desk. Slowly reaching for the gun under his pillow he sat up suddenly pointing the weapon in that direction.

"Hi Caleb, it's just me." Dean said, flicking the lamp on and off.

"Dean?" He asked lowering his weapon slightly.

Dean flicked the lamp on and leant forward slightly.

"Christo!" She said then leaned back and resumed flicking the switch. "See, all me."

"What are you doing here?" Caleb asked.

Flick on...

"Sammy and I had a fight."

Flick off...

"He accused me of deliberately sending him after a decoy..."

Flick on....

"...While I lured an Incubus to our room."

Flick off...

"It's total crap of course."

Flick on...

"Do you think you could stop doing that?" Caleb asked.

Flick off...

"Oh yeah, sorry."

Flick on...

"How did you find me?" Caleb asked.

"I hacked the GPS on your phone." Dean said with a shrug.

"You know how to do that?" Caleb asked, trying not to sound shocked.

"Why does everyone seem so surprised that I know stuff? I'm not stupid you know!" Dean said offended.

"I know, I'm sorry, I've seen you do it. Any way I thought you guys were in Cambria?"

"Yep."

"That's two hours away." Caleb looked at the clock on the night stand and saw it was past 3 am.

"Not the way I drive." Dean smirked.

"Okay so you and Sammy had a fight. You wanna tell me about it?"

"Nope." Dean closed her eyes and sighed, reaching up to flick the lamp again but stopping herself before touching the switch. "We were hunting an Incubus. All the signs pointed to the deputy so Sam tailed him. Turned out it was actually the sheriff. While Sam was gone he broke into our room and started sprouting off about how I was the perfect vessel for his child, blah, blah, blah, then Sam came in and distracted him and I cut off his head. Then after we got rid of the body Sam suddenly got his panties in a bunch and accused me of sending him away deliberately so I could lure the Incubus in."

"And was it true?"

"No! Of course not! He accused me of not trusting him to have my back, so I left before either of us said anything we really regretted." Dean said sadly.

"So why come here?"

"I was pretty worked up when I left, needed to blow off some steam. A lot of steam actually. I went to a bar first but didn't get further than the door. I remembered what you said. See, I'm not totally incapable of learning." She added sarcastically. Dean stood from her chair and slowly crossed the floor to the bed."Anyway, I knew you said you'd be around this area so I hacked your GPS and here..." (Slip) "...I..." (slide) "...Am..." (click)

She slowly unbuttoned her shirt and let it drop to the floor then leaned in and kissed Caleb on the mouth.

"Nice to know you are such an apt pupil." He said reaching his hand up to wrap around the back of her neck, pulling her down and returning the kiss.

•

"Are you trying to sneak out?" Caleb said in a sleep roughened voice.

Dean stopped the search for her other sock and looked at him.

"No, not really. I promised Sam I'd be back in time to check out and leave for Missouri's." Dean snagged the missing sock from the chair and put it on then grabbed her jeans from the floor.

"Okay. You going to tell him where you stayed last night?" He asked.

"Wasn't planning on it." Dean replied.

"Maybe you should go straight to Missouri's and I could go get Sam and drive him there. Might give you two some space to cool off." Caleb offered.

"Thanks, but no." Dean sat on the end of the bed and pulled her jeans on. "I promised I'd go back, so I will. Anyway you know us. We will give each other the silent treatment until it all gets too much for baby brother and the whole thing dissolves into one giant chick flick moment. We'll be fine."

She leaned down and pulled on her sneakers.

"Well the offers there."

"I know." Dean turned and crawled back up the bed. "And thank you."

She gently tapped Caleb on the cheek then rolled off the bed and headed for the door.

•

"You're back." Sam said as Dean walked through the door.

"Said I would be." Dean replied, heading to her duffle to get some clean clothes.

"Where did you go?"

"Around." Was all Dean said as she dug through her bag.

"You look like you slept in the Impala."

"Feels like it too." Dean turned to face her brother. "Look is this going to turn into a big thing or can I go have a shower?"

"Go." Sam flapped his hand in the direction of the bathroom.

"Be ready to go when I get out. It's a days drive to Lawrence and I don't want to leave too late."

With that she entered the bathroom to clean up.

•

Dean exited the bathroom 20 minutes later to find Sam sitting on a chair and his and the weapons duffle packed and by the door.

"I want to go by the station before we go." She said stuffing her dirty clothing and toiletry bag in her own duffle.

"Why?" Sam asked.

"Because their sheriff is 'missing' and we are leaving town. Wouldn't that seem a little suss to you? I'm just going to go in and speak to the sheriff, let him know how my investigation is going." Dean explained.

"But the sheriffs not going to be there."

"I know that but I'm going to make them think I don't know that. See, playing innocent."

"Right. Well let's go."

•

Dean walked into the sheriffs station and approached the desk.

"Hi." She said. "Is the sheriff in?"

"No, sorry. He hasn't come in yet." The officer at the desk said.

"Oh, okay. He asked me to look over the recent deaths. Could you please let him know that I sent the information to my boss at the CDC and she doesn't think there's anything to worry about but I'm heading back in to go over the cases with her."

"Sure, I'll tell him."

"Great, well he has my details if he needs to contact me." Dean smiled and left the building.

"Can we go now?" Sam asked when Dean climbed back into the car.

"Sure."

Sam started the car and pulled away from the curb. They had at least a 24 hour drive to Missouri's and, with both of them still pissed off, it was going to be one of the longest of their lives.

•

Even after four hours of driving the tension in the car was heavy. Sam was mad because he still believed that Dean had sent him out of the way and deliberately lured the Incubus to their room and Dean was still pissed that Sam didn't believe that it wasn't a setup. Neither brother had uttered more than a couple of words to the other.

Dean sat staring out of the window going over the events of the previous day. She was trying to figure out what they had missed. How had they not noticed it was the Sheriff? She sighed and lay her head back against the back of her seat. Closing her eyes, she concentrated harder. Suddenly her eyes shot open and she sat up straight.

"You called me 'her'." Dean muttered.

Sam glanced in his brothers direction.

"What?"

"You called me 'her'!" Dean said looking at her brother. "When that thing was on me, you said 'get off her'!"

"No I didn't." Sam snapped back.

"Yeah you did! What the hell Sam? Why would you call me a 'her'?"

"I don't know! You were being attacked, I guess I wasn't thinking, besides I wouldn't have had to call you anything at all if you didn't send me away!" Sam yelled.

"Damn it Sam! How many times do I have to tell you? I didn't know it was the sheriff!" Dean screamed back.

"Right! And it was just a coincidence that he happened to come to the room when I wasn't there!" Sam said turning to look at his brother.

"Well he sure as Hell wasn't going to visit when you were sitting around drinking coffee! He was obviously watching...shit Sam! Will you watch the road!" Dean yelled.

Sam turned his eyes back to the road and steered the car back into the correct lane.

"Jeez Sammy. If you wanted to kill me you should have just left me in the room with the Incubus." Dean muttered to herself.

Sam looked over at Dean.

"The road!" Dean said pointing through the windscreen.

"Sorry." Sam said.

"Whatever, just be careful of my baby or you're gonna find yourself relegated to the back seat."

"Dean, look..." Sam sighed. "I'm sorry. I guess I believe you. You're right, the info all pointed to the deputy. We had no reason to believe the Incubus was the sheriff."

"You guess you believe me? Wow, thanks. That's so generous of you." Dean said, rolling her eyes and turning to look out the window.

They drove for a while in silence.

"Okay, you wanna know the truth?" Sam said breaking the silence. Dean looked at her brother. "I saw the Incubus attacking you and I got scared. What ever you look like, you're still my brother and if I lost you...well then I got nothing left."

"You got Bobby...you could go back to school." Dean said.

"Nuh, I gave all that up to come back on the road with you. I don't regret it."

Dean sat quietly for a moment.

"You don't miss that? I mean you had a solid address and friends and all that."

"No, well I did at first, but now..." Sam shrugged. "Not so much."

"Well for what it's worth, thanks. I couldn't have done any of this without you."

"So does that mean I'm forgiven?" Sam asked quickly shooting his brother his patented puppy eyes.

"Yeah, I guess. Am I?"

Sam thought for a minute.

"Course you are."