A/N: Thanks everyone who's read, followed, faved and reviewed. Please tell me what you think. All mistakes are my own.

Q: I don't want to put more Sam/Jess pranking in this fic but if I make a spin off about their prank war would you guys be interested?

I was feeling increasing guilt over the fact Sam didn't know I knew his brother. It was hardly fair that Dean knew I knew Sam but Sam didn't know I knew Dean. On the other hand, when we first spoke, Dean had been adamant that Sam didn't want him in his life. And I was inclined to think that he knew best due to know more about the rift between him and Sam. I decided to ask Dean if we could tell Sam about our friendship. I laughed inside when I thought that. Me and Dean were friends. When the hell had that happened? Decision made, I phoned Dean.

"What?" He growled when he picked up. His usual smooth, good natured voice was replaced with a gruff snarl.

"What? No is Sammy OK?" I snapped back. His tone made my already uneasy mood into a bad one.

He sighed. "Sorry, you woke me up." He attempted to sound normal.

"Oh." I really didn't know what to say to that. Sorry, maybe?

"You're lucky I didn't have company." He added sounding slightly more awake but irritated.

Wait, I thought his time zone was 3 hours behind mine? I glanced at the clock, it said 18:09. "I thought you lived in Wisconsin?" I asked pretty confused.

"What? No!" Great. Now he sounded confused. How was I meant to understand when Dean didn't even understand? "Why the hell would you think that?"

"Erm, maybe because that's what you told me?" Did I imagine that conversation or something?

"Sweetheart, I'm pretty sure I didn't." He stated adamantly with zero doubt.

"How sure?" I was suspicious this was all a ruse. He was the self-proclaimed King of Pranks.

"100% sure considering I don't live in damn Wisconsin. I hate Wisconsin." He announced in an insulted voice.

"What's wrong with Wisconsin?" I demanded hotly. Now I was offended. I actually quite liked Wisconsin. My auntie lived there.

"It's freezing." He informed me flatly.

I decided to move on. "We were talking and you were tired and I asked what time it was for you and you said 4 and I asked where you were and you said Wisconsin!" I accused. I managed to say all that in one breath so it came out in a rush. But he definitely said he lived in Wisconsin!

"I didn't say I LIVED in Wisconsin. I said I was IN Wisconsin!" He explained superciliously.

"Oooooh." That made sense. Sorta. "So where do you live?" I inquired curiously.

"On the open road with my baby." He answered promptly.

"Wait, wait, what? You live on the road? So, you don't really live anywhere?" I asked making sure I was keeping up. Being confused was getting pretty damn boring.

"Yep. The most I've ever lived anywhere is Kanas. But that was before mom died." His voice got quieter and sadder toward the end.

So, he hadn't had a home since his mom died when Sam was a baby? I felt anger at Sam and Dean's dad. They deserved a home. Instead of ranting I asked an easier question. Partly because I didn't want to properly argue, partly because I was curious.

"Who's baby?" I realised I knew next to nothing about Dean. Did he have a girlfriend? Wife even? Earlier, he had implied otherwise when he said he could have had company but maybe his relationship was open ended.

"Baby's my ride." Pride was evident in his voice.

He called a carbaby? Really? "So Baby's just a car?" I asked in confusion (yet again)

When he answered, he sounded highly offended. "Baby is not just a car! She's a "67 Chevy Impala!"

I was not a car person but even I knew what "67 meant in car speak. "So it's a classic car?"

Now he just sounded pissed. "Baby is not an it. And yes, she's a classic car."

Whatever. I wasn't going to get into it with Dean about the fact his car was an inanimate object. "Okaaaaay… moving on… I want to tell Sam we know each other." I realised we'd never actually met and added "Sorta."

"No." Was the swift answer in an uncompromising tone.

I frowned "Why?"

"Sammy doesn't want me in his life. If he did, he would have phoned. I'm not going to ruin this new life for him." He said with conviction.

"But-"

Dean interrupted me. "Promise me you won't tell him, Jess. It's what's best for him."

With a sigh, I gave in. He did have solid reasoning and seemed to know what he was saying. "Fine." Instead of saying thanks he hung up on me. Again. I rolled my eyes in exasperation.

TBC…