After Starbucks, we all pretty much parted ways, going to our own respective homes. Dean said goodbye to the rest of my friends while me and Jason walked together to the parking lot. As we did, questions were asked back and forth, basically the two of them doing the asking while I also gave my input occasionally.

When we reached the parking lot, immediately Jason got a look at Dean's most treasured Impala. As soon as he did, the two of them switched into that whole macho, can-talk-about-cars-all-day jargon crap. And as much as I enjoyed the fact that Jason and Dean seemed to be getting along and liked each other, I also have to say, man was that boring and annoying!

Basically, when one of them would glance back at me occasionally as they talked about the Impala, I just forced out a polite smile, when in reality, I pretty much zoned out the moment Dean said "Yup, she's my baby," which I couldn't help but roll my eyes to. And then well, their conversation got really sappy about "her" from there. The two grown men refering to the Impala as a "her" as if it or "she" were Dean's girlfriend is something I don't think I'll ever grasp.

Anyways, once they FINALLY finished all that car jargon, Dean said he'd be heading back to the motel he and Sam were staying at. I have to admit, I really, really, really didn't want to part ways with him just then. I mean, come on, how could I? This was my best friend - practically my brother - whom I haven't seen in years. And I felt like just seeing him for that short of a period inside that cafe sucked. I didn't want to see him go, especially since I didn't even have any idea where he and Sam had been all this time.

So, as if he read my mind or was at least thinking the same thing, he told me what motel he was staying at and asked me if the three of us - Me, him and Sam - would like to catch up some more later. Heck yeah I wanted to go! But at the same time, I wasn't really sure what was going through Jason's head just then. So when Dean asked me, though I was screaming yes inside, I was feeling a bit awkward outwardly, especially since Jason was right there.

But once again, as if the man himself could read my thoughts, he then turned to Jason and basically asked him for permission, making sure it wouldn't be awkward for either of us. I swear, sometimes I feel like these Winchesters are really in my head - they can always see right through me. And well, in this case, I'm grateful.

After pretty much repeating what he asked me to Jason, he concluded it with, "That is, if that's alright with you that me and my brother borrow her for a little bit." Then he smiled that irresistible smile - the kind of smile that would make pretty much every girl he came across go weak at the knees. (Obviously it wasn't irresistible to Jason, because if he felt the same way those other girls felt about Dean's smile, then we'd have a BIG problem!) But though it wasn't irresistible, it was still a sincere, polite smile.

As he waited patiently for Jason's answer, Dean turned his attention back to me, smiling back at me with that same, adorable smile. I couldn't help but smile back, amazed at just how well he knew me, therefore choosing to help me escape from a moment of awkwardness.

I had to break eye contact with him for a moment for fear that I really may fall in love with him all over again as I felt my knees tremble. I looked to Jason and waited for a response.

Actually, it didn't even take long for him to answer. He didn't even hesitate saying that it was completely alright with him. I guess from the little I've told him about Dean and Sam in the past to what he's learned about them now through his questions, he could tell that the relationship that I seemed to have with Dean and Sam was very rare - different. And I guess he felt like he had no right to stand in the way of that, knowing that the relationship I had with them and the relationship I shared with him were on a different level. And neither level could replace the other.

The one thing that I've learned to admire most about Jason is his unwavering trust in out relationship. He's the kind of guy that, though I may have close guy friends, would never feel threatened by those friendships. Pure trust. And I did the same for him.

And although I know how much he trusts me, I must say I was still a tad bit surprised when he agreed to let me catch up with the boys without any hint of hesitation on his part. He said that he knows how much I treasure the friendships I have and knew that me and the guys definitely had a lot of catching up to do.

I couldn't help but feel all sappy about his words. (haha, i'm suck a dork!)

Anyways, he told me that if I needed a ride back to my apartment to just give him a call. But Dean made it clear that it was completely no problem for him to drop me off himself, that way we wouldn't interrupt any of his evening plans.

They both smiled at each other again, pleased each other's consideration for one another. I guess maybe that was what also drew me to Jason in the first place. He too, like Dean, was different from most guys I've come across. Though he didn't exactly have the same physical features as Dean, he did have the same qualities - tough when he felt threatened but gentle towards those he loved. A protector of those whom he really loved and cared for. Though I must say, he didn't have the same mouth Dean had, considering Dean could be pretty vicious with sarcasm that you just wanna smack him upside his head. But all the same, who could resist a guy (or guys) like that?

Jason and I said our goodbyes with a peck on the cheek and said we'd see each other tomorrow. Dean smiled and nodded before opening the passenger side of the car and waited for me to get in.

I rolled my eyes at the cheesy smile he was giving me, knowing full well that if Jason wasn't around he would be as gentleman-like as he was being. He was being watched, therefore, he had to watch his actions toward me.

He shut the door and I waved at Jason as he waved back. Through the door, I heard Jason tell him to "Take care of her," followed by a "She's a fragile little thing, ain't she?" from Dean. Then Dean came inside.

"Man, he is so whipped," Dean said with a laugh as we drove off.

"He is not," I said in defense.

He laughed even harder. "Whatever, Riley. Come on, man, we both know how you have him wrapped around your finger. All I had to do was just observe him for as little as I did today to figure it out."

"Whatever," I muttered, not exactly sure if I was offended or just annoyed that he was saying that about Jason.

And yet for a third time, it seems like Dean knew how I felt.

"He good to you, though?" he asked, his tone all serious, somewhat apologetic for his previous remark.

"What?" I turned back to him, surprised by the question.

"He's good to you though, right?"

I nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, he is," I smiled.

Dean looked at me, smiling, and nodded as if in approval before turning hit attention back on the road.

"Good," he said softly before momentarily adding, "See? Told you he was whipped," he smirked.

"He is not!" I said in defense again, this time smacking him in the arm.

He just laughed.

I knew he was just messing, or then again, maybe he wasn't. Sometimes you just can't tell with Dean. But there was one thing I was certain of - he only asked me that because he cared. I saw it in his eyes.

Though we hadn't seen each other in years, it made me really happy to know that he still cared about me as much as he did back then. I was happy. And though I have no idea why I even cared about whether he approved of Jason or not, I was happy that he did approve of him and that they seemed to get along.

But there was still one thing that couldn't top all the happiness I felt that day

NOTHING could ever replace the happiness that I felt knowing at that very moment, that my best friend was back - that my brother and my protector was back.