Prequel: Carry On My Wayward Son.

Ch 4: Jealousy at it's finest.

I was laying in the backseat, sipping on gas station coffee and eating a muffin while Dean filled up the tank and Sam looked at a map. "Okay, I think I found a way we can bypass that construction just east of here. We might even make Pennsylvania faster than we thought."

Dean was on the phone talking to someone when he lowered his head into the window and shrugged, "Yeah. Problem is, we're not going to Pennsylvania."

"We what?" I asked, my mouth full of banana nut muffin.

Dean nodded, "I just got a call from an, uh, old friend. Her father was killed last night, think it might be our kind of thing."

"What?" Sam and I both gawked.

"Yeah. Believe me, she never woulda called, never, if she didn't need us."

He got in the car and started it up, making Sam jump as Motorhead blasted through the speakers. Dean and I laughed, high-fives each other, and watched as Sam rolled his eyes and looked out the window. He muttered, "Can we listen to something other than a hair-band for one day?"

"No," Dean and I laughed, and we were on our way.The three of us cruised down the road for a while before Sam tured down the radio and asked thoughtfully, "By old friend you mean...?"

"A friend that's not new."

"Oh yeah, thanks. So her name's Cassie, huh? You never mentioned her.." Sam said curiously, prying for more information.

"Didn't I?" Dean replied carelessly. I was glad he didn't feel like talking about it, because I didn't really feel like hearing about it for some reason. Then he nodded, "Yeah, we went out."

"You mean you dated somebody? For more than one night?" Sam laughed.

I wish I knew why this was bothering me so much. Can you turn the radio back on?"

"Am I speaking a language you're not getting here?" Dean replied, obviously not hearing me. "Dad and I were working a job in Ohio, she was finishing up college. We went out for a couple of weeks."

"And...?"

"Sam, turn the radio up, I love this song."

Dean shrugged. I swear, it was like I was invisible.

"Look, it's terrible about her dad, but it kinda sounds like a standard car accident. I'm not seeing how it fits with what we do. Which by the way, how does she know what we do?"

Dean shrugged again and looked out the window uneasily. I gawked, "You told her?"

"You told her. You told her.. the secret! Our big family rule number one. We do what we do and we shut up about it!" Sam said, kind of backing me up, but I doubt he even heard me. They seemed to have forgotten I was in the backseat. "For a year and a half I do nothing but lie to Jessica, and you go out with this chick in Ohio a coupla times and you tell her everything?"

Dean stayed silent.

Sam urged on, "Dean!"

"Yeah. Looks like it," Dean said in frustration. He flipped on the radio and yelled over it, "There you go, Salem!"

I threw myself back against the seat and let out a huff, but again, nobody paid attention. Sam came back and it was just as tense and annoying as it was before.

When we got there, we walked into the office where the newspapers were written and printed. We stodd by the door for a while, and waited for the girl that Dean and Sam had been arguing about for hours.

When she was finished talk, Dean wasted no time. "Hey Cassie."

They looked at each other for a long while, just staring into each others eyes. Sam was smiling away, he loved knowing that Dean actually had feelings. He nudged me, but he was so tall he got me really hard in the upper arm. He didn't notice though, as he was too busy watching Dean and Cassie fall back in ove with each other.