Bobby Singer: Early 30's (34)

John Winchester: Early 30's (34)

Dean Winchester: 18 years-old

Sam Winchester: 14 years-old

Jasmine Rhodes: 13 years-old.

Puzzle Piece:

HOME BASE

Having wanted to get out of Khuru, Ohio John had everyone up and packed by 6:30 a.m, and out the door by seven. John didn't want to take the risk of stopping for any food at the diner. And the only safe place that John could think of to get everything sorted out was at Bobby Singer's place.

John pulled the Impala to the curb outside of the entrance of Singer's Salvage. He turned around to face Dean who was sitting in the back seat with Jasmine, who was still wearing his clothes but had on a pair of shoes that Sam had grudgingly given up. "Me and Sam are gonna get out here," he told Dean, giving Jasmine a glance. "I want you to go and get Jasmine some clothes." John left the car idling as he opened his door to get out. Sam stayed where he was in the front seat, only moving when John gave a him a sharp look.

"Okay," Dean nodded getting out of the back seat with Jasmine fallowing suit.

John handed Dean a few bills from his wallet as Sam got their bags from the trunk. "You know what to get?" John asked Dean through the window as his eldest son settled into the drivers seat.

"Yes, dad." Dean rolled his eyes at his dad and John cuffed him in the back of the head.

John glanced past Dean and gave Jasmine a nod, who in turn gave him a sweet smile. John would never admit it; but the girl was already growing on him. Dean gave a manly wave at Sam before he pulled from the curb and back to the road.

Jasmine sat back in the seat, humming along with the AC/DC that blasted through the radio. It was a twenty minute drive to the nearest clothes store and Jasmine would be glad to wear some clothes that fit - and some underwear.

The store was classic for a town this size and Jasmine didn't waste any time. She made a b-line to the girls section and took the five seconds that were needed to check the size. When John had asked Dean if he knew what to get, Jasmine knew that they were supposed to get durable clothes - hunting was a messy business after all.

She ignored the stares as she grabbed three pairs of jeans and a pair of track pants. And instead of taking girls shirts, she stowed into the boys section and grabbed four small plan shirts; much the same as Dean's. Next, she grabbed a thing of socks and underwear, and zip-up sweater and a sports bra; she was thirteen after all, and lastly a pair of sneakers.

She had moved so fast that Dean had to hurry to keep up. He had made it to the counter just as Jasmine was setting all of her stuff down. Dean looked with wide eyes at the huge pile of clothing, not really sure if he had enough money to pay for such a bundle. But Jasmine gave him a reassuring smile; she had done the math. Any other time it probably would have cost a lot, but today, there was a sale - just their luck, if she might say so herself. Dean gave a sigh of relief when he was handed the receipt; he paid three bills as Jasmine grabbed the bags.

Dean stopped by the diner and grabbed a burger for everyone before they headed back to the Singer's Salvage.

Jasmine had never seen a salvage yard in real life; only in the movies. It was a mass grave for cars; and in her opinion - it was awesome! In Khuru, they didn't have a salvage yard, but they did have a tire pile. It did sound exciting, but Jasmine and her best friend Ted Mosby had built a fort. And it wasn't a crappy fort because when Ted grew up, he wanted to be an architect. Jasmine gave an inner sigh of relief; three weeks before the whole shapeshifter killing spree, Ted had moved. Yes, the departing had been sad; but it had really been a blessing in disguise. See, Ted's parent's were architect and they traveled; so where Ted was going there would be no TV and they had only one satellite phone. Ted would have no way of knowing what had happened, but Jasmine knew that her father would try to keep the fact that "she" had killed all of those people.

Jasmine turned to Dean. "Do you have a cell?"

Dean glanced at her as he parked the Impala in front of Bobby's house. "Yes . . ." Dean answered cautiously.

Jasmine cocked her head. "Can I use it . . .?"

"I suppose you could, if you tell who you going to call." he told her.

"My friend Ted," Jasmine told him, and continued because she had an idea where this was going. "Ted moved away a month ago; and where he is, he has no idea what happened in Khuru."

"Okay," Dean finally consented, handing her his cell phone. "But you can't tell him what happened."

"I know," Jasmine sighed. "I'm just going to make sure he doesn't call my dad; so can I give him this number?" she asked.

Dean thought about it for a moment; he didn't really see any harm in giving this Ted his cell number - especially if Jasmine can convince him not to call her dad's number. He nodded to her. Jasmine gave him a smile in thanks and started to dial the number.

"Hello?" came the familiar voice of Mrs. Mosby after a few rings.

"Mrs. Mosby, hi, it's Jasmine Rhodes."

"Oh, little Jasmine; how are you dear?"

"I'm very good, thank-you, Mrs. Mosby. And how are you?"

"Oh, why thank-you I'm just dandy, dear. Would you like to speak with Ted?"

"That would be great, Mrs. Mosby."

"Hold on a second and I'll get him."

"Okay,"

"Jasmine? Oh my God; I can't believe that I haven't even called you in two months!"

"It's okay, Ted; you wouldn't have been able to reach me anyway - my old number doesn't work anymore. So I'm gonna give you a new one to catch me, 'kay?"

"Right,"

"Okay, so its 555-1368. You got it?"

"Got it,"

"So, how's the knew place?"

"It's awesome! I think we're probably gonna be here for at least five more years."

"Five? How can you be sure you'll be there that long?"

"That's how long dad paid for the place; and you know he's not gonna waste a penny."

"I'll miss you, Ted. And make sure you call, 'kay."

"Of course I will, Jazzy. I'll talk to you later; talking on the phone cost's like, a zillion dollars."

"Okay, I'll talk to you later, Mr. BFF."

"Yes, you will, Ms. BFF."

Jasmine hung up with a sad sigh; and handed Dean back his cell. She let her head thump on the back of the seat and breathed deep and slow; after all that had happened to her in the last two weeks, she had never once, cried; but talking to Ted made her want to burst into tears.

"Hey," Dean said in a soft voice, resting his hand on her knee. "You okay?"

Jasmine gave a long sniff before she raised her head and nodded. "Yeah," she looked at Dean apologetically. "Sorry, I don't mean to get all girly on you. It's just . . ." she trailed off; noting wanting to burden Dean with her issues.

"It's just . . .?" Dean prompted anyway.

"I was fine with had happened with my dad; he was always a butthead anyway, so I not really gonna miss him. And it shows how much he cared when he shot "me". But Ted . . . Ted's my Mr. BFF, you know?"

"I don't know," Dean told her truthfully. "I've never actually had a best friend before. But I do get what you mean."

Jasmine smiled gratefully at him. "I can be your best friend, if you want?"

"Awesome,"

The house looked old; not like those 19th century historical houses. No, it was just old looking, like one of those houses in a run down part of town. It even had hubcaps nailed randomly to the outside walls. The porch steps creaked from the combined weight of both Jasmine and Dean; their arms full of food and drinks.

Dean had to shuffle his arm load to open the screen door and he was barely even able to do that. He yanked it open and stuck his boot clad foot in the door frame to keep the door from slamming closed. He had his lips pressed together as he scowled and Jasmine couldn't help but laugh.

"You could help me, You know." Dean scowled at her over his shoulder.

This cause Jasmine to laugh louder; almost dropping her load of food in the process.

"It not so fun is it?" Dean mocked.

"No, I still think is fun!" Jasmine said, finally helping Dean with the screen door.

Dean just rolled his eyes as he walked into the house that was so familiar to him, and headed straight to the kitchen. Jasmine fallowed him like a duckling; the screen door slamming behind her.

"How many time do I have to tell you not to slam the damn door, boy!" a gruff voice yelled from another room; Jasmine could hear that the man tried to put some heat into it, but she could tell he was smiling.

Dean had a huge grin as he set the food on the table. "How many times do I have to tell you to be nice, you have company!" he hollered back, giving Jasmine a wicked smile.

Jasmine gave a nervous on in return as she heard stomping step coming towards them. She semi inserted herself halfway behind Dean; reluctantly admitting that she was slightly nervous at meeting this man. She wasn't all that nervous went she met Dean and John; she didn't have time to, she was to relieved that she was out of the dump of a sewer. She wasn't nervous about Sam because he was only a year older and he was Dean's little brother. But the man who owned this house and salvage yard was a total and complete stranger. Though the way that Dean seemed so at ease meant that this man either knew about hunters or was a hunter himself.

Jasmine blinked away those though as the man himself entered the kitchen. Dean step forward to meet him and the both embraced; giving each other manly hearty slaps on the back the process. The stepped back from each other, the man gave Dean's shoulder a squeeze as he asked, "How have you been, boy?"

"I'm great, Bobby, and I want you to meet someone." Dean said, turning to Jasmine who was still behind him. He steered her around to Bobby by the shoulders. He kept his hand there as he introduced the two. "Bobby, this is Jasmine. Jasmine, meet Bobby."

Jasmine was about to raise her hand for a shake, like she had done with Sam. But what Bobby said next made her change her mind.

"Balls," Bobby breathed out, looking down at Jasmine who was still in Dean's to big pajamas. "John told me but I couldn't really believe him." he looked at Dean this time. "Your daddy's done some crazy things, Dean, and this one is way up there." he sighed, shock his head before removing the cap on his head and running his fingers through his red hair. "I hate to say this, girl, but you may have made the biggest mistake in your life."

Jasmine stepped back and felt reassured by the solid mass of Dean behind her. She looked Bobby straight in the eye, her chin stuck out. "I don't think that I made a mistake, Mr. Singer. I'm going to be a hunter, maybe even one of the best out there. And I am going to hunt down any and all monsters so they can't hurt anyone else any more."

"That's some set of balls you have there," Bobby commented raised his eyebrows with some surprise.

"There huge!" Dean agreed, giving Jasmine's shoulders a squeeze. Jasmine looked up at him with a toothy smile.

Bobby had three bedrooms, not including his own. And there were four of them, but there was a simple fix. John would get the bedroom with the single bed. Dean and Sam would share the bedroom with the two twin beds and Jasmine would take the other single bed in the last spare bedroom. John's was at the end of the hall, while Jasmine's was across from Dean and Sam's.

Dean lay in bed wide awake; Sam breathing evenly in sleep beside him. Dean didn't understand why he couldn't fall asleep; it wasn't like Bobby's house was strange or anything, quite the opposite; Bobby's was like a second home of sorts. And these beds were more comfortable then the pull out couch in the motel room. He had slept just fine in the motel the other night, Jasmine tucked in safely at his side.

Jasmine? Was that the reason why he couldn't sleep; because Jasmine was so far away - granted, she was in the room across the hall, but it didn't feel like it. Now he remembered how peacefully he had slept in that motel; the last time he slept that peacefully was when he was just four years-old - before all of this hunting business happened.

Dean sat up in his bed, causing the old spring box to creak. He froze as Sam shifted in his sleep before settling back down. Dean stood from the bed and slowing made his way to the closed door; careful not to make any noise as to wake Sam up. Dean opened the door and was in the process of closing it when it squeaked and he froze, watching Sam closely. When the fourteen year-old didn't move he closed it all the way.

Dean was in the process of turning the knob on Jasmine's door, when he realized what he was actually doing. Sneaking across the hall to a girls bedroom in the dead of night. He turned his back on her door and was going to go back to his own bed; but he was just so tired and wide awake at the same time. What if he went into her room - she'd probably be sleeping anyway, and just sleep on the floor. Then he'd just wake up early an sneak back into his own bed and no one would be the wiser. Mind made up, Dean slowly opened the door and crept into the dark room, closing the door behind him.

"Couldn't sleep either?" came a voice from the darkness.

Dean sucked in a surprised breath; almost peeing his pants in the process. "Jeez, Jasmine. Do you want me to pee all over the floor?" Dean threatened.

"Said the guy who creep across the hall," Jasmine laughed lightly.

Dean could just make her out in the faded light of the quarter moon outside; still in Dean's clothes, she sat on the covers with her knees up and her folded arms resting on her up raised knee's. She sat up straight and looked wide awake as he felt.

"It's not like that!" Dean defended.

Her white teeth gleamed in the moon light as she smiled. "I know, I can't sleep either and I think I figured out why." she slid from the bed and threw the covers back before turning to Dean. "Now, are you gonna get in or not?" she raised her brow brows in question.

"Don't rush me," Dean complained as he climbed into the bed.

He laid on his side and held the blanket up as Jasmine climbed in after him. It was a tight fit, but they managed; Dean spooning Jasmine, with an arm around her stomach so she wouldn't fall off the bed. The second they closed their eyes; they stayed that way till morning.