He really was a very nice man, Jeannie decided, as she leaned back to look at him. He wanted her to help others, and she really could not deny that it was logical. Dean was obviously very capable and strong and brave.
“Yes, I suppose you are right,” she conceded. But she was honest enough to admit that she was reluctant to part company. Because the truth was, Jeannie was a social creature, and since arriving in this place, she had not found any regular friends.
Well, she did have one. But she could not find Spike, and she was forced to conclude that he was not here any longer. Her master, for some reason or another, had chosen to release him. Bluntly, Jeannie was lonely.
But that was no reason to be selfish and not help others that needed it. With a quick nod and a sharp blink, Jeannie filled the back seat with several large clay jars of water and all kinds of supplies that he might need. Of course, to the djinn, that included a zither, two smoking jackets, medical supplies such as a jar of leeches, a number of silk and velvet cushions, and a complete crown roast with all the fixings on a silver platter. It was quite a full back seat by the time she was through.
“I hope that we will meet again, Dean Winchester. Be well.” Setting her hands on his shoulders, she leaned over and firmly pressed her lips to his. Even as she kissed him, she turned into a plume of pink smoke. Then she quickly drifted out the window and was gone.