Dallas // [dean winchester] DISCONTINUED

2 - "Who are you and what have you done with my Dean Winchester?"

The next day we're on the way to Pontiac, Illinois, where Sam is. He's in a shitty little motel that Dean tracked him to, and we know he was there when I saw the Impala outside, but Dean for some reason, didn't even remember about it, and didn't even give it a glance.

"He didn't even look at the Impala." I whisper to Rosie.

"I don't know what that means." She whispers to me as we walk into the hotel like we've been there before, and ask for someone named "Wedge Antilles" and get told his room number before we're all heading up.

"So where is it?" A girl opens the door after Dean knocks.

"Where's what?" Dean asks.

"The pizza that takes four people to deliver." She says, clearly confused.

"Hey is.." Sam says, stepping into view before trailing off looking at the four of us.

"Heya Sammy." Dean says and I give him a wave from behind Bobby and Dean.

After Sam almost tried to kill Dean, and they had a quick hug and the poor girl that answered the door in her underwear got dressed and left, she was very pretty, I wish Sam wasn't such an asshole and could actually remember her name, we decided that it was time to go to a psychic to see what did pull Dean out from hell, because Sam, although his location was in perfect timing with Dean's release from Hell, he wasn't the one to actually get him out.

"She's about four hours down the Interstate. Try to keep up with Dallas and her monster truck." Bobby says as we walk out of the motel and to the cars. Rosie, Bobby and I go into mine and Dean shoots me a wink as I get into my car.

"I assume you want to drive." Sam says, tossing the keys to Dean and I smile as I see the gigantic smile that comes over his face a the sight of the Impala.

Bobby knocks on the door to a house and we wait a minute before a woman who looks to be in her thirties opens the door with a big smile on her face.

"Bobby!" She hugs him.

"You're a sight for sore eyes." Bobby says as Pamela, I think her name is, steps back and looks Sam and Dean up and down, while Rosie and I, the poor girl is probably going to have to go through a lot, this is her first outing, I just hope she doesn't die.

"So, these the boys?" Pamela asks and I just shrug.

"Don't mind me, just the arm candy." I scoff.

"Sam, Dean, Dallas, Rosie," Bobby eyes me and I smile. "This is Pamela Barnes, best damn psychic in the state."

"Hey." Dean says and I tighten my grip on his hand. "What?" He looks at me.

"Hi." Sam says a little awkwardly and Rosie gives her a wave.

"Mmm-mmm-mmm. Dean Winchester." Pam gives him an up and down. "Out of the fire and back in the frying pan, huh? Makes you a rare individual."

"If you say so." Dean smiles.

"Come on in." She ushers us into the house and shuts the door behind us.

"So, you hear anything?"

"Well, I Ouija'd my way through a dozen spirits. No one seems to know who broke your boy out, or why." She says and Rosie slaps me in the arm.

"You told me Ouija boards were fake!"

"I didn't want one in the apartment incase a spirit was in the building!" I say, and her eyes widen. "We could've had a poltergeist and Mrs. Roberts next door is old enough and we don't need her having a heart attack because a spirit is trying to kill her." I say and she just shakes her head.