Mexico

"You know, we're open all day long, you could come in before ten minutes till closing."

"I've thought about it. But I might wind up hustling some of your customers at pool."

Shaking her head, Jane simply got him a beer and his whiskey chaser. "Maybe you should. You could use dollars instead of change to pay for things."

"Thanks," Dean bobbed his head when his drinks were set down before him. "And for the record, I have cash; I just had a bunch of loose change to get rid of."

Huffing, she moved down the counter to collect some actual money.

Smiling slightly, Dean sipped his beer. He didn't engage anyone else in small talk; he just drank, and listened. He listened as Jane's parents began giving her instructions, the way they spoke made it seem like this was a nightly routine. The way Jane simply nodded her head said it was.

He had spent part of his day sleeping, and the other part checking out the local scene besides the bar and diner. He had also done some research, made sure things were… straight, with the town. Habits were hard to break. He hadn't planned on coming back, there really was no point. Jane seemed a nice enough girl, pretty enough, but… not the kind of company he usually preferred.

Speaking of Jane… she was moving back behind the bar, and he could smell the scent of whatever cleaning product she had been using rolling off of her. He drained his glass, keeping his eyes on it and hid a smile when her long, pale fingers wrapped around it. A moment later, he had a fresh beer and whiskey chaser. "Keep treating me so good sweetheart, and I might follow you home."

"No, you wouldn't. I'm not your type." Jane said matter-of-factly, ignoring the seductive purr he had used very successfully on other women.

"How do you figure?"

"I'm not blonde."

Dean was a bit taken aback by that and leaned forward, studying her thoughtfully. She was tall enough, a bit lanky and… well, her gray uniform was shapeless and somewhat baggy in places; it was hard to tell if she was tomboyish in figure or had any curves. He would hazard a guess that any curves she did have wouldn't be more than a… mouthful or handful. Gray eyes, glossy pink lips, and frizzy black hair that was pulled back into a messy looking bun at the base of her neck. Maybe if she cleaned herself up…

"Two minutes."

"You're cheerful tonight."

"I'm tired. It's been a long day and I'd like to get to bed before four AM."

"That's just no fun, Jane. You got to learn to live a little sweetheart."

"You call me sweetheart one more time and I will shoot you on the spot."

She was an idiot. She had meant to go home and crawl into bed. She had gotten lucky last night, nobody had heard her come into the house, and she hadn't been dumb enough to say anything. This was just pushing it. After closing down and following Dean out into the unlit, poorly paved parking lot, she had prepared to send him packing so she could enjoy a brisk walk home in the chilly air.

Instead, she was standing out here in her tennis shoes and uniform, arms wrapped around herself, and her backpack slung over her shoulder, staring at Dean. "You're not serious, are you?"

"Come on Jane, I slept all day and I'm wired."

"How is that my problem?"

"You're the only person I know in town."

"I highly doubt that."

"Fine, you're the only girl who I've bothered to remember a name for."

"I'm flattered." She said dryly.

"You should be. Now let's go."

She had promised herself no more taking rides from strangers…. She was horrible at keeping her promises to herself.

"This feels not so much like a tourist trip but a kidnapping." Jane commented two hours after finally getting into the Impala. Dean had driven around, listening to her dry monotone about the town and then…. Then he had started out of town and for some reason, she hadn't panicked. She hadn't said anything, until now.

"Feeling scared? Threatened? Like maybe I am a serial murderer after all?"

"Not really."

Dean glanced at her, a slight frown marring his features. "You're really too trusting for your own good, you know that?"

"Not really." She stared out the window. "You make it a habit to take off with strange girls?"

"Not really. I generally just take them back to the motel."

"Bit of a sleaze, aren't you?"

"I'm honest about it."

"Slow down."

"Oh come on sweetheart, I'm not that bad."

"Dean, slow down."

"Jane?" His frown deepened as he glanced at her again. She was staring straight ahead and pressing herself back into her seat as far as she could. He looked out the windshield. "Jane, there's nothing…"

"Three. Two. BRAKE, DEAN, BRAKE!"

Still nothing, but his foot was now hovering over the brake. "Jane…"

She covered her eyes.

"Holy shit!" He hit the brake.

"That could have been worse."

Dean threw Jane an annoyed glance, staring down at the now dented front of his car. No, his dad's car, and groaned. "I'm so dead."

"It was just a deer… happens all the time."

"Not to me, not in this car."

"I did warn you to brake."

"Yeah, I know… I… wait, how'd you know?"

"I have slight psychic abilities." She deadpanned. "This road is famous for accidents with the wildlife. I told you to slow down."

"I got to get this fixed…" He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket, frowning down at the hood of the car. "And tequila would be nice."

"Tequila would be great."

"Wake up…"

Jane shook her head, rolling so she was facing the wall.

"Come on, wake up."

"No…"

"Sweetheart, get the hell out of my car."

She cracked open an eye. The wall was the backseat. She was curled up in the damn car and she was guessing it was mid-morning by how obscenely bright it was outside. Slowly, she sat up and stretched as much as she was able, peering through narrowed eyes at their surroundings. "Dean, where are we?"

"Uh, Mexico, I think… but good news, I fixed the car, dents are gone." He grinned at her through the open window, leaning in to press a Styrofoam cup of coffee into her hand.

"How?"

"I know my way around a car-"

"I mean, with what? What'd you use?"

"I borrowed some stuff from a garage from a town about twenty miles back. You snore, you know that?" He opened the door, gesturing for her to get out.

"I do now. Mexico? Really?" Jane sipped the coffee. It was black, bitter, and it was good. "I've never been to Mexico."

"I got a few more days before I have to meet up with my dad and brother."

"Oh… I shouldn't… my folks are probably freaking out…" That was true, ish. They were probably wondering who was going to do the free labor at the bar. Speaking of… "I don't even have any money, or clothes."

"Jane, don't worry so much. Just… let me show you how to have a good time."

Oh this was so bad…. She nodded.