"Tu sexto sentido aún sueña conmigo, se que pronto estaremos unidos. Esa sonrisa traviesa que vive conmigo, se que pronto estaré en tu camino…"

Neither Dean nor I spoke on the way to Bradley and Katie's house. Honestly, I was still shocked about the fact that he had been here for a year. Well, I was more hurt and almost angry than shocked now. He must've been feeling the same way about the fact that I had a four year old son. I recognized the look on Dean's face. It was his: this is business only face. The only time we talked was when I was giving him directions. We pulled to the side of the road and got out of the car, looking at the house. There was another car there already and a tall man with brown hair made his way towards us.

"Did you get the stuff?" Dean grumbled at Sam.

"Yeah," Sam replied.

"What stuff? Hi, Sam," I said.

"Jennie," he smiled, before hugging me. "These are bags of powder to banish the poltergeist that's been bothering the house. I checked it out earlier and it's definitely a poltergeist. We have to put them in the walls at these north, south, east, and west coordinates." Sam showed us the blue prints that somehow he had obtained.

"Okay sounds good," I replied.

"Wait, Dean, she's helping?" Sam asked.

"She wanted to," Dean mumbled. Sam gave us both a weird look but I guess he figured that there was some kind of awkwardness between us.

"I want to help. They're my friends," I said back.

Sam nodded, "Well alright then. Everybody take a drill and we'll get started. I'll take the west coordinate, Jennie you take the south and Dean can take the East. Whoever finishes first will go to the north coordinate." We all nodded before going into the house. "And be careful. Whatever is plaguing them isn't going to be too happy that we're trying to banish it."

"Yeah, she's got it, Sammy," Dean said, seemingly agitated.

I found where Sam had wanted me to drill and I began drilling quickly. The work was surprisingly neat and even. I guess that's what happens when you're a surgeon. Suddenly, I heard a loud crash. It was the sound of a lamp breaking. Then someone fell. Was everyone okay? I turned around only to feel something being wrapped around my neck. And then it pulled. I gasped for air as soon as I realized the lamp cord was choking me. My first thought was to reach for the bag. I reached for the powder bag, throwing it into the hole that I had drilled in the wall. Suddenly, the lamp had released and I could breathe again. I panted, after the feeling of being choked.

I began sealing up the wall. There was a loud yell from the other room. I got up immediately and ran into the room where the sound had come from. There was Dean, lying on the floor with blood on his forehead. Just then, I spotted the bag. I lunged for it, only to be dragged away by some odd force.

"Damn it," I swore, being thrown against a wall. I lunged for the bag again but I still couldn't make it. Just then, I saw Sam swoop in and throw the bag into the hole drilled into the wall. All of this should probably be scaring me but instead, I was running straight into it. What was wrong with me?

"That's it," Sam said. There was a strange noise and the feeling of wind swooping in. It was almost like a giant hurricane was occurring right in the room.

"Jennie, watch out!" Sam exclaimed. Instead of listening to him, my first instinct was to throw my body over Dean's so that he didn't get hurt seeing as he was unconscious. The winds roared until finally petering out. I looked around. The house was a mess.

"We did it," Sam said.

"You two really do this every day?" I asked.

"Well not that much anymore," Sam replied.

"Oh yeah? Here, help me get him on the couch. We'll put him there, clean up, and I'll take care of him. Damn we made a mess," I said, looking around. Sam helped me move Dean onto the couch.

"Yeah, I'm actually at Stanford again for law school and Dean is uh… he's-," Sam started, anxiously.

"He's living here, yeah, he told me," I replied.

"He didn't really know if he should or not. I mean, the last time you saw each other…" Sam said.

"I know. I just, part of me wishes he had called, you know?" I asked.

"Yeah, I do. He's not a bad guy, Jennie," Sam replied.

"I know," I said. I went into the kitchen and got a wet paper towel to clean Dean up. "What happened?"

"He was hit and then thrown against a wall," Sam replied.

I nodded, "When he wakes up I should probably run him over to the hospital. We might want to get a head CT or-"

"I don't know if that's necessary. This stuff happens all the time. He'll be alright," Sam said.

"Oh, okay. Well, how's Stanford? That's great that you're there," I asked.

"It's great. Kind of weird adjusting to the normal life but good," Sam replied. I was having that weird déjà vu feeling. Sam and I were just talking and laughing. It felt almost as if I had turned the clock back five years ago. "You know, you did pretty well. You wouldn't have made too bad of a hunter."

I chuckled, "Well thanks but it seems like it's a little too later for that."

"Hey," Dean stirred. He rubbed his head before slowly opening his eyes.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" I asked, sitting on the edge of the couch right next to where Dean was laying down.

"Alright. Damn, my head hurts," Dean replied.

"Understandable," I chuckled a little.

"Listen, I would've called but-," he started.

"But we said goodbye and it would've been kind of weird," I completed.

"Yeah. But we could've been friends I guess, you know? I mean, we were friends before we had anything," Dean said.

I chuckled, "Except for you hit on me every chance you got."

Dean laughed too, "That's true."

"Honestly though, I'm not quite sure I would've been ready for that though," I admitted.

He sighed, "I don't know if I would've been either. Wait, what time is it?"

"It's about six, why?" I asked.

"Shit, Ella is going to kill me!" he exclaimed, getting up but immediately lying back down because it hurt.

"Who?" I asked, my heart freezing.

"My uh, girlfriend," he replied, avoiding my gaze. Wow. I always thought he would, but it was becoming real to me that Dean had a life without me. He had made one without me and I him. It had been five long years so why was this still bothering me?

"Oh, then you should go," I said, attempting to get off of the couch.

"Wait," Dean said, grabbing my wrist. "Look, she can wait. I think we need to talk about some things."

I swallowed, "Okay." I didn't want to keep Dean from his girlfriend but I also felt like we needed to talk. Things had been so tense and we had been avoiding the topics ever since we first saw each other again and it was just time to get everything out in the air again.

"So you have a son," Dean started, clearing his throat.

"So you've been living here for a year," I said back.

"Touché," Dean replied.

"He's three years old. Daniel was Columbian so I speak Spanish to him. He's… everything I have now. He was born just a year after Daniel and I were married and, well, we were so happy. Lucas is really spectacular and as you can see, stubborn as hell," I said. I chuckled a little at Lucas' episode earlier today when he refused to go back to daycare and then played shy when the nurse came over.

"How is he by the way?" Dean asked.

"Lucas is really smart he-," I started.

"I meant Daniel," Dean interjected.

"He's uh, he's dead," I admitted.

Just then, Dean's face went soft, "I'm so sorry. I didn't know."

"It's, thanks. Remember how I told you he was a trauma surgeon? Well they needed more doctors so Daniel went up to Iraq. He was uh, he died saving people in the field… that's what they tell me," I explained. It was still a bit hard for me to talk about.

"I'm sorry," Dean said.

"It's fine. It's not like you did anything. But Holden moved here two years ago so he's been a big part of Lucas' life," I said back.

"Holden's living here now?" Dean asked, his eyes lighting up.

"Yeah, Holden is Lucas' abuelo… his grandfather," I replied. "So what about you? Girlfriend? What happened with the woman you were seeing or is this the same woman but you two just relocated to Seattle?"

"No, it's a different woman. It… didn't work out between Lisa and me. Just with hunting and everything, it couldn't work. I didn't want Ben to become a hunter like me so… I had to leave. I'm seeing this other girl now, Ella. It's been about four months now," Dean replied.

"That's great," I said.

"Sure," Dean replied.

"Well I shouldn't keep you waiting longer but thanks a lot for doing this for me. Honestly, I didn't think I'd be ready to be friends with you yet but… I don't know, I'm starting to change my mind," I said. "Only if you want to, though."

Dean chuckled, "Yeah, I'd love that."

"So… why don't you come over for dinner tomorrow night? I think Lucas will really like you," I invited.

"Sounds great," Dean replied.

The two of us exchanged smiles and got lost in each others' gaze. Dean leaned in close to me and I opened my mouth to say something and stop him but nothing came out. There it was again: that weird déjà vu feeling and those all too familiar sparks being reignited. What the hell was he doing?

"You're kind of sitting on my jacket," Dean said.

"Oh, right, sorry!" I exclaimed, getting off of the couch and off of his jacket. I picked it up from the couch awkwardly and handed it to him. "Here, you probably want this."

"Yeah," Dean chuckled.

"Thanks for this, Dean," I said.

"It's no problem. I'll see you tomorrow?" he asked.

"Sure," I replied.

I told Bradley and Katie the truth about Dean and Sam. They barely believed me at first but then were grateful because we had fixed the house. Now I had to figure out why I had invited Dean to dinner tomorrow night.

"Your sixth sense still dreams of me, I know that we will be together soon. Your naughty smile lives with me, I know I will soon be in your way…"

Author's Note: So the man in her life? Lucas. Gotcha there. Stay tuned to find out if Dean will get along with Jennie's son!