END NOTE PART DEUX: Okay, well… I wasn't going to include this simply because I thought it was kind of a lame idea in the fiction world, but then I got all these great reviews, and I thought some of you might get a kick out of them. Therefore, here they be. When I write a story, I usually end up writing future scenes and eventually connect them somehow into the storyline, however I just couldn't get these in there somewhere without making them excess baggage… so I'm dumping them here as excess baggage. :) I hope you guys like em… no need to tell me how dumb they are, I'm fully aware… but again, I thought some of you might like them. Thanks again for torturing your eyes on this thing… it was fun!

ALTERNATE ENDING

Cal and Jaime waved at the departing Impala. They blew kisses until it pulled around the bend of another building and disappeared. Cal sighed sadly and pulled the blessed hankie from his pocket, gazing at it longingly.

"What's that?" Jamie asked, resting his arm on the shorter man's shoulders.

Cal sighed again, "A gift."

"Oooh," Jamie threw him a worried look, "I didn't even think of getting them a goodbye gift."

"I took care of it." Cal said non-chalantly as he slipped a long, thin sheet of white paper from his pocket.

Jamie took the receipt and read it over as they started making their way towards their own car. His eyes widened with delight. "You sly dog." He said saucily. Cal graced him with a positively feral grin. "Twenty-five pairs of whitey-tighty Calvin Kleins?" Cal's response was to simply thread the hankie in-between his fingers, quite proud of himself. "Do they know?"

"Oh hell no." he snorted as Jamie unlocked the car doors. "I hid them in their bags while they were still inside."

Jamie opened his door and gave his friend a sympathetic smile, "You know those boys are never gonna wear em."

The two men daintily slid into their seats and closed the doors. "Unless they have no choice." Cal smiled coyly at Jamie's confused and then wary expression. He subtly flicked his eyes towards the back seat. Jamie slowly turned his head to look into the back. His eyes widened as did his smile. There, lying in all their glory, were 13 pairs of modest looking boxer shorts.

"I say we frame them." Cal stated excitedly.

"You are evil sister." Jamie chuckled, turning back around.

"Yes-I-am!" he smiled proudly. "Now lets get home and have a little downtime hmm?" he asked with flirty eyes. "Some coffee… chocolate pie… a little background music…"

"Sounds nice." Jamie purred. He turned the key and suddenly the car was blaring with the screeching guitars and pounding drums of Metallica.

Cal grimaced, "What the hell happened to Kelly Clarkson!"

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Cal gratefully exited the vehicle, letting the clean air invade his ears. He hoped it would help bring back some semblance of hearing after the fifteen minutes of screaming men and blaring guitars. "Maybe next time we can listen to something else."

Dean snorted, obviously finding this suggestion humorous. "My car, my music."

Cal followed the elder brother as he walked away. "I've got a Kelly Clarkson c.d. in my car…"

Cal's brow furrowed in confusion as Dean suddenly paused and then turned and started walking back towards the car. He hurriedly caught up with him. "Where are you going?"

"To get my gun." He said plainly.

Cal suddenly grasped tightly onto Dean's arm in fear and his head swiveled around looking for the impending doom. "What? Why?"

"I'm gonna shoot you." Dean replied casually, pulling his keys out of his pocket.

Carson immediately released the older brother's arm and froze. He then quickly relaxed; hand on hip in an accusing manner and a smirk on his lips. "You scared the hell out of me. I thought you were serious."

He paused, one hand holding the trunk of the Impala up, a serious look on his face, "Oh no, I'm gonnashoot you." He affirmed, pulling one of the shot-guns out.

Carson's smirk had a sudden heart attack and died. He looked to his right, towards the car. "What are you laughing at? He's your brother! Do something," he gestured flamboyantly and then pointed a finger commandingly towards Dean, "slime him!"

Dean could just imagine his brother's response and had to put a lot of effort into not laughing himself.

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Jamie finally nodded and headed down the hallway at a quick jog. The other two followed closely behind, glancing behind them every few seconds.

"You're gonna need this." Jamie tossed his card key to Dean. "It'll get you into the wing."

"And it's all cleared?"

"Yeah. Took a lot of persuading, but I've got a good staff."

Dean paused; his brain was obviously on overload and had gone into some kind of psychotic shock because his mind dropped straight into the gutter. He gave a tightlipped smile. "Good for you."

Jamie gave a short nod in agreement, "I was working with a smaller staff but after about three years the lack of productivity and performance issues finally got to me. I had a larger staff transferred under my care and now we're unstoppable. We get a lot of recognition."

Dean swallowed, his voice awkwardly strained, "I'm sure you do."

Cal looked back and forth between the two, recognizing exactly what it was the older Winchester was thinking. He gave a short chuckle and casually tossed his hand in the air. "I can vouch for his staff!"

Dean felt his face heat up at his transparency. "Shut-up Cal." he grumbled.

"No really," Cal pressed on, a wide smile on his face, "when this is all over, I'll introduce you to Jamie's staff."

Dean glared at Cal, "No thanks; I'm not really a people person."

"Are you kidding me?" Jamie cried, "With your cute little ass? My staff would go nuts over you."

"Oh for cryin out loud." Dean mumbled and swiped the key through the lock, effectively ending the downhill conversation.

The End… End

…or is it?