This story was concieved as a three part story, the third part is planned but I don't know when I'll get it posted!!

This part is shorter than I expected it to be but I think the third part will be longer, hope you like it!

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The next morning he awoke to find Jo still in his arms and a smile spread across his face. She began to stir and turned to face him.

"Morning Sunshine." The cocky smile on his face worried her.

"Oh God I snored didn't I?" The look of panic had him laughing outright.

"No you didn't snore." He said when he had finally stopped laughing. "You slept like an angel."

"And you said you didn't do romance." She quipped, "Though I'm not sure it counts if you're lying."

"You want some breakfast? I'm hungry." She nodded in assent, "You sleep, I'll go get us something, Be back soon." He kissed her before throwing on the jeans and t-shirt he was wearing the night before and heading across the street to the diner.

He walked back to their room in a haze which was why he didn't notice the familiar car in the lot outside the motel. As he approached the room however he couldn't help but hear the raised voices of the Harvelle women.

"You can't keep doing this, I'm old enough to make my own decisions."

"You'll be old enough when I say you are, and as long as you keep making these idiotic decisions, you're not old enough"

"How do you ever expect me to make the right decisions if you wont let me make any of the wrong ones? It's not like you always got it right the first time. You have to let me learn from my mistakes like everybody else."

"Not when those mistakes could cost you your life. I am your mother, I do not have to watch you get yourself killed."

He had a choice, he could walk away and let the two fight this one out, although he knew neither one would finish victorious. Or he could inject his own wisdom in this battle, possibly the dumbest option. Which was why he was surprised when he saw his arm reaching out in front of him as though separated from the rest of his body. The door opened in front of him and both women turned to face him.

"I thought you were going to have her ready to go." The older Harvelle accused.

Jo looked from her mother to dean, "You were part of this?"

The pain in her expression hit him in the pit of his stomach, before he had a chance to say anything Ellen spoke again, "How else do you think I found you?"

"I…I…" He didn't know which woman to face first, he was scared of them both in equal measure for different reasons and he didn't know where to start.

"Good argument. Jo grab your stuff we're leaving."

"Can I have a minute with Dean? I'm coming I swear, I just need a minute."

Ellen looked between the two of them, "Oh you didn't?"

"Mom give us a minute," Jo yelled, "I'm coming home alright just give us a minute." The expression on her face gave little room for argument so Ellen went outside to wait for her daughter.

Alone in the room Dean desperately tried to regain some control, "Jo I can…"

"Stop, just stop alright, I don't wanna hear it. I trusted you Dean, and all along this was just some ploy to get me to go back home."

"That was before…" He tried to explain but she wasn't having any of it.

"Before what? You tricked me? I mean was any of that real? Or were you just keeping yourself amused while you waited for my mom to get here? I just can't believe I let you get to me."

She paused for a breath and he tried to speak but she started back up again before he could get a word out, "You'll be pleased to know it worked, I'm going back home. Just do me a favour, stay away. I'll be happy if I never see you again. Good bye Dean." With that she picked up her bag and left the room.

He watched her leave unable to believe the power she had over him. He had heard her berate him as though he were separated from his own body. He had wanted to plead his case but he couldn't form the words, and even if he had been able to she hadn't given him time to speak. Now as he watched her go he felt like a piece of him was leaving with her. How had he let this happen?

When had he become the kind of guy who needed a woman in his life? He didn't need anyone, his brother and the open road that was all he had ever needed, now here he was mourning the loss in a way he wasn't accustomed to. He needed to snap out of this.

He hurriedly packed up his things and threw them in the back of his Impala. He needed the open road to clear his head, he'd be fine. If he could just get rid of the awful feeling that Jo was never going to forgive him.