A/N: Filler chapter here... sort of. You'll see. As for the chapter title, I swear I'm not trying to make a stupid take-off of the Kanye West album... but it looks like that, doesn't it? Dang. ...Anyway, the song used is "You're My Best Friend" by Queen.

Mediatorsk: Glad you enjoyed the exposition, Your Majesty... hee hee, this is fun. :)

erica222: You'll see...

VisionGurl: Yours is exactly the reaction I was hoping for when I wrote that chapter. :)

CHAPTER TWELVE – LATE REALIZATION

As Dean pulled back into the motel parking lot, Sam came out to meet him.

"Where did you go?" he asked. "Where's Angie?"

"Her mom's sick. I drove her to the airport," Dean explained.

"So… she's gone?"

"Yeah."

"When's she coming back?"

"She doesn't know."

"Oh." Sam noticed the odd expression on his brother's face. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I'm fine. C'mon, we've got a job to do."

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"Crap. This was my favorite jacket," Sam complained, taking it off. The back of it bore charred bits and dry power from the fire extinguisher that Dean had used to save him.

"Hey, be happy your skin's not as burnt as that thing," Dean reminded. They'd barely been able to turn Mark into the police (powerless) without getting scorched. "There's another one in the backseat."

Sam leaned over and rummaged through all the junk, finally re-surfacing with a jacket and a small container. "Angie forgot one of her tapes," he said.

"I didn't know she'd brought anything besides her iPod..." Dean commented. "Let me see that," He took it from his brother. "A Night At The Opera? You'd think a Jersey Girl would have Bon Jovi…" he read more of the case. "I didn't think you could get this one on cassette."

"Maybe it's pirated," Sam concluded, taking it back. "Anyway, we've gotta listen to Bohemian Rhapsody."

"Why?"

"Haven't you seen Wayne's World?"

"I'm not headbanging. Or singing," Dean asserted.

"Why not? You sang when Angie had that guitar," Sam reminded, popping in the tape. "If you could call that singing."

He had. Dean remembered that sing-along. Normally, he would've acted exactly like he was now, refusing under any circumstances to humiliate himself. He'd done it then for a little while, too, but eventually gave in. Angela just had that sort of affect. Or maybe charisma. Dean had no idea what word he was looking for. She was the one who'd been the Grammar expert.

"Wrong side of the tape," Sam commented as 'You're My Best Friend' started to play. "Oh well."

"We should probably return this to her," Dean suggested.

"How?" Sam asked. "We don't know her phone number, address, or anything."

And that's when it hit him. Dean realized that he wouldn't just not see her for a while— he wouldn't be able to talk to her, either. Ever since he'd kissed Angela, Dean had been wondering whether he liked her or not. Knowing that he'd have no way to contact her somehow told him the truth. And in a case where you might not ever get to talk to a girl again, realizing you like her only makes things more depressing. Dean stared blanklyat the road aheadas the music played.

Ooh, I've been wanderin' round

Still come back to you

Rain or shine, you've stood by me, girl

I'm happy at home

You're my best friend

A/N: I know that song is in the middle of the album and probably couldn't start off any side to a cassette... but whatever, it worked.