Bobby Singer: Early 40's

John Winchester: Early 40's

Dean Winchester: 26 years-old

Sam Winchester: 23 years-old

Jasmine Rhodes: 22 years-old.

Puzzle Piece:

GONE UNSAID

Sam sat back, his arms crossed and his face blank and hard, though his eyes were shinny as unshed tears collected there. He was silent as so was Dean and Jaz; after all, what could one say to comfort him. His girlfriend fired on the roof while he watched; how could useless words make up for that?

Dean stared at his brother, hard. "Think about this, Sam."

"I have thought about it, Dean. I've BEEN thinking about it," Sam sat forward; his jaw tight at he stared at Dean.

"Yes, you have," Dean agreed. "With a clouded mind. You're angry, Sam, and you're not thinking straight."

Sam's nostril's flared. "Of course I'm angry, Dean; how could I not be? I just watched my girlfriend get burned,"

"And you're thinking irrationally," Dean told him.

"There is nothing irrational about this, Dean." Sam told him back.

"Everything about this is irrational! What about school, Sam?" Dean demanded.

"That's already taken care of," Sam said vaguely.

"And what does that mean?"

"That mean's I dropped out!" Sam shouted, calming slightly as the bar-tender looked up from his paper.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Sam?" Dean almost screamed, wanting to rip hi hair out.

"What's wrong with me is that I watched my girlfriend burn to death on the ceiling four days ago! That's what's wrong with me!" Sam hammered back.

Dean sat back in his seat as he stared at Sam for a moment with sad eyes. "Why are you doing this to yourself?" Dean asked.

Sam was silent.

"Dad did the same thing after mom died; going on this crazy quest of revenge." Dean shook his head slowly in disappointment. "He did it without thinking and he brang us down with him. You don't want to go down this path, Sam; you finally got out, got what you wanted. Why do this to yourself?"

"You would do the same thing," Sam said instead of answering the question.

Dean gave a quick glance towards Jaz, but Sam caught it; wondering what that look was about.

"This isn't about me, Sam, it's about you." Dean returned.

"I've made up my mind, Dean." Sam finally answered. "Either I go with you or I'll do it by myself,"

It was a threat, one Jaz knew that would work on Dean, because that was the type of person he was. There was no way that Dean would be able to let Sam go on this suicide mission alone. At that moment, Jaz hated Sam to his very core.

"If I smell anything funky, you're done." was all Dean said before sliding out of the booth and out of the bar.

Jaz stared silently at Sam who was staring down at the table top; Jaz hoped he felt ashamed. Jaz didn't understand how someone could do that to his own brother, how anyone could do something like this to Dean. Dean didn't deserve any of this, didn't deserve this type of life.

"Do you even notice all the damage you leave in your wake?" Jaz said before sliding out of the booth; going to find Dean.

"That's not good for you, you know." Jaz said, pecking over Dean's shoulder.

"Lot's of things aren't good for me, but I do them anyways." Dean said, speaking around the unlit cigarette. He brang the lit lighter up towards the tip of the cigarette, but before it could catch, Jaz blew it out.

Dean sighed and shoved the lighter in his pocket before he looked up at Jaz, the cigarette hanging from his lips.

"Smoking is the worst," Jaz said staring him in the eyes and taking the cigarette from Dean's lips and flicking it across the alley behind him.

"You know that I hardly," Dean said as he stared back, his voice low and rough.

"Kiss me," Jaz told him.

Dean didn't hesitate; he leaned forward, his lips touching Jaz's. Light at first, but then more demanding as time progressed; his eyes sliding closed. Jaz leaned into him until he was backed against the wall, pressing his body against Dean's. God, he loved these lips! Dean's arms came around his waist, giving hiss butt a squeeze, revelling in the feel.

They broke off the kiss, albeit reluctantly, panting slightly with their faces flushed. Jaz pressed his forehead into Dean's shoulder as he leaned against the other man.

"I've missed you so much, Dean." he finally whispered, his hands on either of Dean's hips.

"How could I have been such an idiot to have let you go?" Dean said in answer, pulling hugging him tightly, his eyes closed as he buried his face in Jaz's hair.

Sam watched from the edge of the alley, his eyes narrowed. He knew there was a reason he never really liked Jaz since the day that they had met. He was corrupting Dean since the minute she laid her sight on him. Sam had thought that it had been bad when she was a girl, but it seems to have gotten worse since he left and she became a guy. Did Dad know about this? He wondered. If not than he knew the reason why they were still together.

Sam turned away in disgust; how could his brother fallen so low? He now knew that getting back into hunting was the right thing, if only to fix this problem. He knew he had some tough work ahead of him.

Jaz sat in the back seat of the Impala, still wondering how the hell he got the back seat and not Sam. Dean was the driver, always was and always would be; but what was Sam's excuse? Right, he watched his girlfriend catch fire. Jaz didn't want to be an ass, but it really sounded like an excuse to him. But, for some reason it went unsaid that he would get the front seat. Jaz still thought that he should get the back - he didn't deserve the front! Jaz thought bitterly.

But Jaz didn't complain about that or the fact that they had to hunt more ghost's because Sam was just getting back into the game. Jaz didn't complain because he knew that it would upset Dean, but that didn't mean that he didn't complain on the inside.

Jaz stared down at the book in his lap, not reading but staring at the word until they blurred and swam. Occasionally, he would look up into the review mirror and catch Dean's gaze. And that was the gaze that kept Jaz focus, the gaze that made him not want to hate Sam's guts, but he couldn't help but hate them. He had caught Sam's gaze once, before they all got in the Impala, when Dean's back was turned.

It was a look that Jaz had seen Dean use when he was in hunting mode, before he killed a monster. A look of utter disgust; like they were a leach. Like Jaz was a leach.

Jaz didn't understand; the last time they had seen each other was awkward but it wasn't like this. But Jaz really didn't care; Sam was being selfish like he always was. He didn't care about others, didn't care about Dean - as long as he got what he wanted, he didn't give a rats ass what it did to those around him.

Jaz gave an inner sigh, slapping his book shut and leaning his head back before closing his eyes - it was going to be a long . . . long time.

Dean finally let out a very confused sigh in the darkness of the car, the only lights coming from the flashing vacant sign of the motel. Sam was in the room already, Dean saying he'd be there in a minute and Jaz was still asleep in the back. He leaned his forehead again his Baby's steering wheel for a minute taking a breath and trying to sort through his thoughts.

He wasn't sure whether or not to be happy about this situation. It had hurt him that his brother would choose complete stranger's over his own family, but he had survived - if only because Jaz has stayed. If he had left, Dean didn't think he could take it. Dean was going to give Sam some leeway, after what had happened with his girlfriend. But he still wasn't sure what he was feeling.

What was going to happen when Dad found out that Sam was back in? Dean wondered. Would he be glad that his youngest was back or would he be pissed? Hell, what was Dad going to do when he finally found out that Jaz was guy? Dean's plate felt like it was full, overloaded to be more exact; he wasn't what to think either about Sam coming back. Neutral, he decided, if he was neutral than he there wouldn't be a problem.

He turned around in his seat, just staring at the sleeping Jaz. He looked so peaceful in that moment as he gave a snort-snore, and it made Dean smile. Even though his face was relaxed in sleep, Dean knew that Jaz had to be just as confused with Sam joining them as he was.

Dean also knew that things were going to get kind of complicated. When it was the four of them, they got two rooms. When it was just the three of them, John got his own room while Dean and Jaz shared. When it was just the two of them, they shared the one room. But how was this going to work with Sam? With Dad it had been simple, but with Sam it seemed more complicated. Dean and Jaz couldn't ever seem to get any sleep at all if they weren't in the same room, but they couldn't just leave Sam alone. So, they'd just do the two single beds and the couch; alternating between the three.

Dean sighed again as he leaned across the front seat, his thumb lightly brushing his cheek bone. Jaz was awake instantly.

"Are we there yet?" he sat up and leaned forward, giving Dean a quick peck on the lips.

Dean gave him a smirk. "What would you do if I said no?"

Jaz got a glint in his eyes. "I wouldn't min one bit,"

Dean couldn't help the full on grin at that.

Sam had his back to the door as he typed away on his laptop. Dean said that he would be in a minute, but it had been at least a half an hour. Sam figured he was still in the Impala with Jaz; he sneered the name. Sam had wondered if it would have been better if he had called John instead of Dean. At least Dad would be more understanding of him wanted to hunt the demon; after all, they were in the same boat now. But Dean just didn't get it, didn't know how it felt to lose someone who was like that to you.

*Jaz is that someone*, something deep inside of Sam pointed out. *If Jaz were to disappear* . . . *He'd know how it felt; would understand. He'd help you, instead of holding you back*.

Sam shook his head ever so slightly before he continued to type.