I had wanted to sneak out while Dean was asleep, load up the truck, grab my dog and leave. When woke up, my decision was that much easier. Dean had already cut and run. So much for my pride. He'd beaten me to it. I dressed quickly and threw my crap in my duffle, carrying my boots so I could move more stealthily. I could hear movement from the kitchen, and my whole body was tense as Ninja and I slunk by.

We made it to the garage without incident, and I threw my duffle into the bed. Dean had left my keys on the seat, so I didn't have to waste time searching for them. I'd half expected him to hold them hostage. The fact that he didn't was confirmation, in my mind, that last night had just be, like, a thing. You know, rather than a more serious thing, I guess?

I had to adjust the seat and mirrors, and I took a moment to bid silent farewell to the guys, so I felt pressed for time when I turned the truck over. And over. And over. Damn thing wouldn't catch. I pumped the case a bit and tried again. More turning, no starting. I felt like karma was making up for last night. She's a bitch like that.

I knew that I wouldn't be able to fix whatever was wrong, but I popped the hood anyways, on the off chance that it was something simple. I braced myself for the worst and peered under the hood.

"Cock sucking mother fu-"

"Looking for this?" Dean and his God Damned Smirk leaned against the truck, holding my distributer cap.

"Son of a bitch." I leaned against the front bumper. He'd caught me off guard, and I damned near soiled myself.

"I hope you weren't running off without saying good bye. It would make me feel cheap."

I huffed a bit at his sarcastic tone. It was a joke, but the tone didn't reach his eyes. I couldn't think of a good excuse. "Just, uh… Crap, yeah, I was leaving. I'm suffering from a case of temporary hypocrisy." He cocked his head to the side, bemused. "Never mind. I was leaving. You're right. It's not like I'm your prisoner."

Dean sighed. "Listen, I shouldn't have dug in to your crap. God knows I've got my own demons to hide. I should have respected your privacy. You can leave. If you want."

"And my distributer cap?"

"I'll put it back on for you. If you give me- us- your number so we can make sure you're still alive, and let us know where you're at." He was asking for my number. That is not what I expected… But some part of me whispered that it was just out of some sense of obligation about last night, and what happened months ago, not any real desire to be in contact with me. My pulse fluttered as I looked at his stupid, smug face. "And, you know," he leaned closer, "if you need help-"

I cut him off. "I don't need help Dean, with hunting or my personal life. I'm not a talker, kay?"

His smirk became suggestive. "We could not talk, too. That was fun."

"You have to stop, Dean." I pulled away. I moved around Dean and let Ninja out of the truck. "Last night was fun. But- I don't just- I'm not… I don't just have 'fun.' I.. umm.." I was struggling, that's what I was. "Okay, so it's like, there's this really cool car, and everyone wants to… umm… Have it. In their garage. And you, uh, travel? A lot. So you use, you know, garages, in different places you go. But, umm, when a car parks in my garage, I get attached. To the car. So I don't like to put cars in my garage if I can't, you know, buy them? " Jesus. I squeezed my eyes shut, tipped my head back, and prayed God to kill me.

I took a deep breath, and opened my eyes. "So your garage is your…" He motioned towards my lady parts. I grimaced, turning a bright shade of red as I nodded. "And the car would be my…"

"Jesus, Dean, yes." I was clenching my fists.

"So… "His eyes were mischievous. "How did you like the ride?"

"Seriously?" I rolled my eyes. Dean chuckled for a moment before we lapsed in to another one of our strained silences.

"Olivia, I-"

"Save it Dean. I know how this works. You're kind of a famous man whore in hunting circles. I don't have any delusions about what last night meant. It was a great lay, and that was it. I wanted to get out of here before you tried to let me down easy. I failed there, didn't I?" I grabbed my duffle and rushed from the garage, my face burning red. Something crashed in the garage behind me. A tool box was upended on the floor, and Dean was stomping back and forth between my truck and the pile of tools as he grabbed what he needed.

I was reviewing the case notes with Sam when Dean made it in from the garage. "Jeeze, Dean. What happened to you?" Sam's eye brows were raised. Dean was greasy, wiping oil from his fingers with an old rag.

"Olivia was in a hurry to leave. I cleaned her distributer cap and changed her oil." Dean's gaze was stormy. I figured I must have struck a nerve, but I was just calling a spade a spade.

"I take it you're not coming to Minnesota?" Sam was looking back and forth between Dean and I. He didn't look too surprised.

I reviewed the map Sam had set up, marked with points where the attack occurred. "This is Lake Osakis, right?" Sam nodded. "Then I'm definitely coming." I pointed to the spot on the map. "This is the only resort on the map that hasn't had an attack. It's Idlewilde Resort. My best friend's mom and dad own the place." I glanced over at Dean. His jaw was set. "If my friend is in danger, I have to help her." I pulled out my smart phone and started dialing. "I'll get us a cabin."