The sky was dark and rainy, a little too dark for morning. Everything has a grey glow to it. It made Dean even more depressed than he needed to be. It was impossible to cheer up at all. He needed to save Jo tonight, and he needed to kill that doppelganger. Yet, he knew even after it was over, he was still going to die. Would he die while Sammy was still angry with him? Dean didn't think he could live with that, then he whispered, "But then, I wont be living, will I?"

"You say something?" The guy driving the car asked. He was a plump fellow, and he had a bit of spaghetti sauce in his mustache, but Dean just hadn't felt like telling him just yet. The guy was driving him into town.

"No, I was just talking to myself." Deana responded arching his head out the window to try to scout out the town.

"We're about five minutes out." The man explained watching Dean. Dean nodded and thought back to Sam. He reached in his pocket and pulled out his cell phone, then scrolled down to Sam. He waited there watching it, but hating himself for even thinking about calling that…the phone rang. Dean examined it, Sam was calling.

"Hello." Dean started.

"Dean have you seen my mom?" It was Jo, Dean's heart sank when he found out it wasn't Sam.

"No. Now she's missing?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, she went to get eggs earlier this morning and I haven't seen her since."

"If I see her, I'll call back this number. See you tonight Jo." Dean said.

"Love you." Jo said, and the phone hung up.

Dean looked back to the road as it pulled into the driveway of a grocery store. The Driver said, "Here you are, have a good stay."

"Oh, it'll be lovely." Dean responded. "Say, do you know where that restaurant La vien rose is?"

The driver chuckled and pointed across the street. Dean saw it there in plain view and responded with a smug grin. "Good." Dean nodded in appreciation and started to leave then turned back to say, "By the way, you got a bit of stuff in your mustache." He saw the river fiddle with his face then murmur a 'thanks' before driving off.

Dean stood there in the empty lot thinking what to do. If this thing had human properties he could kill it with a gun, but just to make sure he was going to use silver bullets. That should take care of the bitch. Dean grinned; he still had a few hours to pass. First thing was first he needed something to eat. Dean began to walk up to the grocery store when he saw his ghostly impersonator in the glass windows. It just watched him with a crooked grin tapping on its invisible watch. Dean tried to ignore it and decided he'd rather not look into a mirror for the rest of his life.

Before long he had a hot dog in one hand and a beer in the other. Dean ate with glee savoring every bite and enjoying every sip. All work and no play makes Dean a hungry boy. Dean started trying to not think of his fight with Sam, and just tried to think of the cold beer in his hand and think about Jo. He wondered how a reflection of himself could ever fall in love with Jo. He had never felt feelings towards her, that were romantic anyway, he had thought of her as a little sidekick on a few occasions, but other than that, she was to young at heart and everyday his soul was getting older with the job. He started walking around the block trying to fool himself it was something to do, then on one time around he glanced at the restaurant, and under the dark of the clouds shined a beauty covered in black luster plating and a coat that shined so well he could never miss it. It's rims said "Hi" to him and he could hear the engine crying out, "Save me!" It was the Impala.

Dean jumped behind a bush as his twin gout out. He must be making reservations. His twin had this stupidly cocky grin on his face like he was all that, and he started walking into the store like he was some kind of badass. Dean was glad he didn't do that. Then, he knew what he had to do, as soon as the Doppelganger was inside he bolted to the car. The trunk was locked! He opened the passenger side and looked around frantically. He needed some silver bullets. Dean smiled when he saw his favorite gun on the back seat. He scooped it up with one hand and opened the dashboard with the other. Lucky him. Three silver bullets. Dean pocketed the stuff and got out of there. He headed back to the grocery store and loaded his COLT 1911 A1 .45 caliber with the three bullets. He decided he could waste this thing right here, right now. He just couldn't draw attention to himself. Dean waited putting the gun up at shoulder height awaiting that damned hell spawn to come through those iron doors and say hello to his silver bullet as it burrows into his fake, clone, skull!

Dean sat there awaiting the damned thing, watching the door with ever breath he made. Every once in awhile he would glance at the windows of the store. The evil twin was now eating a hotdog and giving him a thumbs up paired with his usual lopsided grin. Dean couldn't help, but laugh at its stupidity. Very soon, it would all be over. He gave the reflection the finger and it just nodded, then began to laugh at him, pointing behind him. Dean whipped his gaze around to see the twin get in the car and rev the engine. He rose to his feet to fire, his eyes and everything else averted to his target. Muscles pulsing, heart beating, forehead sweating. He couldn't do it. He ducked back down. He knew he couldn't just open fire into a street of people, and if he missed it would blow his chances that night as well.

He just watched the black knight cruise down the road and away from sight. Dean was pissed, but he would have a chance that night. He'd take him then. His reflection was still laughing.

"Damn."