Dean Winchester: 26 years-old

Sam Winchester: 23 years-old

Jasmine Rhodes: 22 years-old.

Puzzle Piece:

A PART OF THIS

"I don't like this one bit, Dean." Jaz said as Dean drove.

Dean sighed. "It's because it's Sam, isn't it?"

"No, this is not because it's Sam, Dean." Jaz rolled his eyes. "Sure, Sam and I were never buddy-buddy but that has nothing to do with this, at all." Jaz told him, worried.

Dean glanced away from the dark road to Jaz, seeing that worried expression he sat up straight; only now realizing the seriousness of the situation. "What are thinking?" he asked.

"Didn't Sam tell you why he wanted back in?" Jaz asked.

"No, he said that when we got there, he'd tell me." Dean shrugged his shoulders.

"Don't you think it's weird that he would want to start hunting? I mean, he's doing well at Harvard, he has friends and a pretty blond girlfriend. So why would he give all of that up for this?" Jaz laid everything out.

Dean chewed on that load for a minute; it did seem very much odd that Sam would want to hunt again, after all he had done to get away from it, away from us. He hadn't called once in all the time he was at Harvard; building his new life. Away from them, away from this. And that was what it came down to them and hunting; both of the things that he ran from. So, why would he want to come back?

"Maybe it got to hard?" Dean tried.

"There's no way that place was ever hard for Sam."

"You're right about that," Dean nodded. "He finally decided that hunting was better than school?" he tried again.

"Ha! And what universe did this Sam come from?"

"Fine," Dean conceded. "What have you got?"

"Well, I'd say something really bad happened - supernatural wise." Jaz stuck it to Dean.

Dean looked Jaz. "And what planet did you come from?"

"It's called intuition," Jaz glared.

"It's called being a chick!" Dean chuckled.

"I am, sorta." Jaz gave him a look. "About that, what are we gonna tell Sam?"

"Well, he knows that we hunt together, but I didn't say any he's or she's, so he still think your you, the before you, you know?" Dean stitched together.

"Do YOU even know what just came out of your mouth?" Jaz gave him another look.

"It doesn't matter if I know what came out of my mouth, as long as you know what came out of my mouth, okay?" Dean shot him a what-the-fuck look.

"No, Dean," Jaz said, really confused but trying not to laugh. "It's not okay because you aren't making any sense, at all."

"Okay," Dean took a breath. "Sam knows that we're hunting partner's, but he still think's you're a girl." he let the breath out, satisfied.

"Was that so hard?" Jaz laughed.

All Dean gave him in answer was a glare.

Sam couldn't help but tap the table top in his anxiousness as he waited for Dean and Jasmine. He had called Dean again and said where they could meet; it was a bar of course. One that was open during the day, but barely had any patron's in it. The up most reason as to why he chose a bar was because he really, really needed a drink - multiple drinks actually. He really wanted to drink something strong, something to drown his sorrows in, but he didn't to be too drunk when Dean arrived, with Jasmine of course.

God, he missed her so much - not Jasmine, but Jessica. Jessica, his girlfriend, his loved, the woman who he hoped was going to be his wife, the mother of his future children. But all of that went up in flame - literally - just a few days ago. If he hadn't gone out with a few friends that night instead of studying for the final, maybe none of this would have happened. Maybe Jessica wouldn't have been dragged onto the ceiling where she bleeds from a nonexistent wound in abdomen. Maybe he wouldn't have seen her catch on fire that came from no where. But why bother focusing on the maybes?

Sam wasn't even really sure how he even got out of their flaming apartment. Maybe it was the fact that he wasn't ready to die? Or he got out because he wanted to kill whatever thing had done this to him a million times over? He knew it was the latter, he could tell from the burning rage that bubbled just under the surface. And Sam was pretty sure of the supernatural being that had killed his Jessica right in front of him. It was a demon, the same demon that had killed his mother on the ceiling above him at six months. The yellow eyed demon. It was the same demon that ruined his child hood, and it was the same demon that had just ruined his adult life.

That was the reason that he wanted back in the game, back into the Hunting business. Revenge for Jessica's death. Or maybe he wanted back in to Avenge her Death? Sam wasn't sure at the moment; he was just overly angry and filled with hate as well as really depressed and sad. In short, he was a total and utter mess that just wanted to drink and hit something and cry all at the same time.

Hearing the familiar rumble of the Impala, Sam glanced out the grimy window to see the car park right outside the bar. He watched as the hinges on the driver's door squeaked as it was opened - something never change - and Dean climbed out. He walked toward the bar door, ut before he reached it, he looked behind himself and stopped. He stared through the car's windshield.

"What the hell!" he growled, walking to the passenger side of the Impala. He grabbed the door handle and pulled but the door didn't open.

Sam assumed that dean had dragged Jasmine along, but did she really feel that way about seeing him? Even after all of these years?

"Open up the door!" Dean said, tugging on the handle.

Jaz shook his head.

Dean stared at him through the window for a second. "Ha! My door's not locked," Dean said triumphantly.

Jaz dived for the driver's side door as Dean made a move to go around. But as he turned back, he found himself staring Dean right in the face. Jaz cursed, he really hadn't thought this through.

"Get out of the car," Dean growled at him from the back seat.

Jaz shook his head stubbornly.

"Don't make me come up there!" Dean used his parent voice.

Jaz squared his shoulders.

"Have it your way," Dean said simply, reaching across the seat and unlocking the passenger door.

Dean looked Jaz right in the eye, a feral grin playing its way across his lips. Jaz didn't smile back. Dean threw himself over the seat and onto Jaz, kicking the door open at the same time. Dean begged his Baby for forgiveness. Dean grabbed Jaz by the shirt and started to drag him out, but Jaz would have none of that. He struggled, getting enough freedom to flip over; he grabbed the steering wheel. Dean tugged and pulled, but Jaz's grib held. Panting for breath, Dean gave up, flopping on top of Jaz.

After a second Jaz let go of the steering, and let his forehead fall against the seat. Dean buried his face in the back of Jaz's neck, his eyes closed tight. Without thinking, Dean kissed the back of his neck. A second later Jaz started to shake as he laughed, which in turn caused him to shake.

"What?" Dean demanded.

"You choose now of all times?" Jaz asked.

"I chose now to do what?" Dean asked, confused.

"You chose now to finally make your move," Jaz said, slightly incredulous.

"Oh," was all Dean could think to say as he reluctantly climbed off of Jaz and out of the Impala.

Jaz fallowed him. "Don't worry; we'll finish this later." he reassured Dean with a smile. "Right now we have some Sam business to take care of."

Sam had been so sure that Dean had brought Jasmine with him; especially after what he could see that went down in the Impala. But when Dean climbed out of the car and another person fallowed, he wasn't so sure any more. And Sam became even more positive that it wasn't Jasmine when Dean walked into the bar and a few steps behind him was another man. Dean made the other man slid into the seat across from Sam first, before sliding in himself. Dean ordered two beers and than there was a staring contest between the two.

"Hey, Sam." Jaz finally said, giving Sam a warm smile when he glanced his way.

Sam looked straight at him, his face not friendly at all. "Who the hell are you?" he demanded.

But before Jaz could say anything, Sam turned to Dean.

"Who the hell is this? I thought you were partners with Jasmine? So where's she? I call you, my brother, to talk about something personal and you just bring some guy with you?" Sam's nostril's flared along with his anger.

"Whoa!" Dean made a calming gesture. "You're among friends."

"Oh, really?" Sam demanded, looking at Jaz. "I don't recall ever meeting you!"

"Sam!" Jaz yelled. "Calm the hell down for a second would you!"

Sam did rein in his anger, if only slightly. His breath was heavy as he glared between Dean and Jaz.

"Sam, listen to me." Dean ordered his brother, only continuing when Sam focused on him. "Jasmine and I were on hunt, it was a witch, by the way. And Jasmine, being all stupid," Dean threw Jaz a look. "Went after it alone, without back up. The witch cursed her before she could kill it."

"And?" Sam demanded when Dean continue.

"So Jasmine got cursed and now she's a guy." Dean jerked his thumb at Jaz who was avoiding eyes. "So, Jasmine + Witch Curse = Jaz, the guy version of Jasmine."

Sam looked at Dean for a while, before turning his gaze to Jaz, staring at him in turn for even longer.

"So, Jasmine is a guy now?" he finally said.

Dean nodded and Jaz chewed on his lip.

"All right, than." was all Sam said.