A/N: So I was meant to be revising for my chemistry exam and, well, it was boring. Sorry it's been so long guys. PLEASE READ AND REVIEW

A/N2: Earlier when I had writer's block I went back through this fic and rewrote some chapters because I felt they could be better. Also TYPOS. I have no idea how I missed so many typos but hopefully more of them are fixed now.

I was sat in a very booooring lecture when my phone went off. Swearing slightly under my breath and doing my best to convince myself that my face wasn't the colour of someone with sunburn, I checked the caller ID. Winnie. Crap. He never phoned me. It was always the other way around. Oh God, what if something was wrong? I forced myself out of my panic spiral and made my way out the lecture hall muttering excuse me. I did my best to ignore both the judgemental stares and the irritated ones. Hard as it may be to believe, (I mean, it's the history of English language. How can you be interested about that?) some people actually cared about this subject.

By the time I had got out the hall, Dean had hung up. I put on my jacket and started walking towards the car park. The lecture had been a bust anyway. Dammit, Jess. I thought as my fingers fumbled resulting in the wrong keys being pressed several times. Eventually I managed to call Dean back.

"Jess?" He asked drowsily. He sounded like someone who had been knocked out or something.

"Oh God," I breathed. "Dean, what's wrong? Where are you?" I asked urgently. What had happened to him? He better be OK else I'd kick his ass.

Dean made a sound that was a rough approximation of a laugh. "I may have got myself in a bit of trouble." Each word was punctuated by a sharp breath that sounded painful. "Much as I hate to ask, I could do with some back up."

I forced myself to remain calm. I refused to be one of those stereotypical blonde girls that started hyperventilating and turned out to be useless. "Yes. Anything you need. Where are you?"

I heard a faint sigh of relief from the other side of the phone. "Hostles Motel. Straten Road. Wanam." Fortunately, I recognised the town and the road. (My ex's sister used to work down there) It was about 40 minutes away.

"Ok, hold on. I'm coming." I informed Dean. I did my best to sound calm and disguise the tremble in my voice.

"Cheers, sweetheart. I owe you one." His voice was more faded. I started to sprint to my beat up Toyota (16th birthday present) As I tried to start the car I dropped the keys. I cursed myself as my shaking hands scooped them up and jammed them into the ignition. Now was not the time to live up to my reputation for clumsiness.

The drive seemed to take forever and yet no time at all. Yeah… that makes total sense, Jess. I told myself sarcastically. I parked haphazardly (parking was not my strong point) in the patch of gravel that a presumed was a car park outside a rundown building that looked like it should have been condemned years ago. I felt my nose wrinkle in disgust and berated myself for being so judgemental. I had no idea why Dean had chosen to stay here and, honestly, it was none of my business. I rummaged around in my bag and grabbed my cell. Dean picked up on the first ring.

"Hiya, sweetheart." Crap. He sounded worse. Much worse.

"Hi Dean, I'm outside. What's your room number?" I couldn't keep the concern out my voice.

"43, thanks sweetheart. Aren't feeling too hot." He didn't sound too hot either.

I got out my car and started jogging towards the doors with my cell still pressed against my ear. "Hold on. I'm coming." I pleaded as I sprinted into the motel reception.

TBC… (sorry. Ran out of inspiro and REALLY have to go revise now)