Dean pushed the cart through the crowded store without a compaint, watching the brunette finger dozens of delicate ornaments, placing them into the cart when she found ones she liked. A six foot tree was in there as well. The scent of cinnamon was in the air and she felt his gaze on her. His green eyes twinkled and she smiled before linking her arm in his. "Thank you for doing this for me."

"You're welcome." He murmured. Dean loved her, he really did. Stuff like this... just made him feel awkward. Like he wasn't sure what to do. The memories that accompanied this new body were incredible, mainly revolving around self loathing and guilt but great affection for the brunette currently holding his hand while they stood behind a few other patrons to pay for their purchases.

"You wanna dinner someplace? I'm kinda hungry."

"I could eat." The look he gave her made her blush and he laughed softly at her expression as the pair pushed the cart towards the register as the lines moved. After paying, they made their way to his car at the end of the parking lot. Dean unlocked the passenger door for her and she got in, holding her plastic bags. He closed the door before sliding the white cardboard tree box in the backseat behind her before closing the door.

She watched him walk around the front of his car. Brielle even loved his confident swagger. Everything about him made her want him even more and she was smiling as he slid in next to her, starting the engine. "There's a steak house we passed on the way here..."

"You got it." He shifted into gear and they pulled out of the parking lot.

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Camilla could feel a mixture of tension and anger radiating off of the man in the drivers seat. It was somewhat unnerving to sit in the car with the two men who were obviously closely bonded. They'd shared several looks and had made slight expressions at one another without saying a word, seemingly having a language of their own. It was a grueling two hour drive thus far and emotions were running high.

This was why Brielle was never completely open with her, Camilla realized. She was literally living in some world most believed to be fantasy and her biweekly visits to the blonde's bookstore had provided the young woman some semblence of normalcy. She'd never truly shared any private details of her life and Camilla now understood why.

They'd chatted about Sam often and Brielle had encouraged her to make a move on the seemingly shy man. Camilla had often asked about Brielle's own love life and the brunette had always kind of shied away from that subject as well, saying she was in a comlicated, but committed situation.

Obviously, Dean was the complicated, committed situation, Camilla smiled to herself, her eyes on the window watching the scenery passing by.

Sam was on his phone, watching their position on his map change bit by bit, bringing them closer to Brielle. "We're like ninety minutes out." His voice was quiet against the deafening silence inside the car.

Both the blonde in the backseat and the younger man jumped when the heel of Dean's left hand slammed off the steering wheel. "Not fucking helping, Sam." Was Dean's growl. Sam exhaled and nodded, feeling the tension from his brother, loud and clear.

"We'll get her back, Dean."

The short haired man rolled his eyes, his foot even heavier on the gas. "Camilla, you said that he left in a car, just like this?" His dark eyes slid to the rearview mirror for a few seconds to meet hers. "How the hell is that even possible?" He turned to his brother. "Sammy?"

The younger man punched something into his phone and a few seconds later, he spoke. "Okay... so get this... apparently, there's something called an illusion cloak. It's like an illusion to make one thing look like something else and it's been around for some time, often linked in with skinwalkers and native american tribes."

"Wait... I swear I saw something like that a few years ago..." Camilla spoke up from the backseat. "Like, there was a feature on it or something on tv. I think the government was experimenting with invisiblity for ships and planes and such." Sam nodded along, his eyes still on his phone as he skimmed the information. "It was something simliar to the technology that is used in the medical field for cat scans or whatever. So, same idea?"

"Yeah. Apparently this can be done by manipulating the magnetic fields around an object." Sam looked up from this cell phone after switching his screen back to his map app. "So she could've gotten in some beater car with this shifter and it was a total ringer for you and the impala."

"Shit." Dean swore under his breath. "So what exactly are the odds that he kept the appearance of my car after he took her?"

Sam shook his head. "I don't know. We just gotta hope that he left the car under the guise of this one."

"Alright." Camilla took a careful breath, not wanting to piss Dean off even further. "We find the car, we find them, right?"

"You said there were four hotels near this Christmas shop?" The older man spoke again, hope fading from his voice.

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Dean watched Brielle sip her wine as he took another bite of his steak. She looked completely relaxed and happy and that made him smile. "Dean?"

"Yeah?" He chewed carefully, his eyes on hers.

She set her glass next to her plate and picked up her fork. "Why'd you change your mind?"

"About what?"

Brielle studied his features. "About Christmas?"

His green eyes held hers. "About celebrating?"

"Yes." Her stomach felt funny all of a sudden and she didn't know why.

"I wanted to." His answer wasn't what she was looking for. Brielle nodded queitly, her eyes moving from his. "Brielle?"

"I'm gonna use the ladies room." Her quiet voice barely reached his ears.

"I'll be right here." Dean smiled up at her as she rose from her chair, eyes scanning the dining area for the restrooms. She left him there and found a single stall ladies room. Her fingers locked the door and she leaned against it. Something in her gut told her something was wrong. Dean either had a complete change of heart, whish she serioudly doubted, or Sam had laid into him about the holiday.

The second thought actually made her a little upset; Brielle had been super excited to celebrate with the boys this year and she was thinking Dean would feel the same way, new relationship and all.

It was no big deal to Dean; he'd simply shrugged off the idea. She'd wanted him to share in her excitement and Sam damn well knew that. It pissed her off to think that Sam may have put him up to this, cheapening the whole experience that Dean had apparently planned for the two of them.

Brielle used the toilet and washed her hands before exiting the bathroom. Dean's eyes were on her over the table as she made her way back to him. "You alright, sweetheart?" She sat down across from him again, folding her napkin in her lap.

"Did Sam put you up to this?"

He wrinkled his brow, seemingly confused by her question. "Put me up to what?"

"This." Brielle leaned forward, her eyes on his. "You picking me up at the bookstore, taking me away for the weekend, celebrating Christmas when you were hell bent on not doing any such thing." She tilted her head. "Take your pick."

"Brie," Dean reached across the wooden table top and clasped her hand in his much larger one. "I wanted to do this with you." Brielle was staring at their hands. "Alright?"

"So Sam didn't put you up to this?"

He only smiled. "Of course not." His eyes moved over her features, taking in each detail. Brielle smiled a bit and the waitress brought over their check then. "Back to the hotel?"

A/N:

Hello all!

I hope you enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it. jloh217, great question about the impala! I heard something on the history channel about this awhile back and got in touch with my inner Sam Winchester...did some further research. ;) There is a ton of info out there regarding the subject. Kinda creepy right? I hope you all have a very Merry Christmas! Thank you for all the PMs, follows and reviews! They always make my freaking day!

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