: I don't own Supernatural or its characters. Sarah and Peyton are all mine.

A/n: This is my very first time writing something like that. I hope you all enjoy reading it just as much as I enjoyed writing it. XOXO Writeria29

Chapter 1. New Identities.

"There's nothing in here!" Sarah Brighton groaned, slamming the book shut.

"Nothing in this one either" her best friend Peyton Hill said closing the book in front of her. She pulled out another one and began to shuffle through it. They had been pouring over books for 6 hours straight. Sarah was going out of her mind. She needed a break.

"I am sick of this room. It's too stuffy. I need to get out."

Sarah got off the chair and stretched out her muscles trying to ease the stiffness that came from sitting in one place for too long. She looked over at Peyton sitting cross-legged on the bed still leafing through the book in her hand

"Do you think the killings were just opportunistic?" Peyton asked without looking up from her book

" What do you mean?"

"Maybe the women were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. There's just no pattern to these killings!" Peyton exclaimed frustrated.

"Every killer, human or otherwise, has a pattern. We just haven't found it yet." Sarah answered looking through some of the crime scene photos. It was frustrating, but complex cases excited her. That just went to prove how dull life had become.

"Let's just take some time off. We will look at it all from the beginning tomorrow with fresh eyes. I am sure we will find something that we missed earlier."

"Hmm?" Peyton was still buried in the book.

"Come on let's go grab something to eat, maybe we should get a couple of drinks too?" Sarah asked pulling her friend's arm trying to get her out of bed and away from the huge pile of books.

"We could go to some local bar, you know, flirt a little? Break some hearts?" She added with a wink.

"Nah. I am not in the mood. You go on ahead I'll try and get some more research done." Peyton answered pulling her arm free and picked up another book

"Oh come on. We have been working on this case for almost a week, we deserve a break, right? I mean we are in Texas for God's sake! The guys are really hot here. I've heard. Don't you want to find out if it's true?"

Peyton looked up at her best friend. Sarah looked tired. She was a very beautiful girl. Tall, tan with dark hair and eyes the color of molten whiskey. So different from her petite, red haired-blue eyed and pale self. Sarah's eyes had glowed once. Now they just looked flat. Lifeless. This kind of life, it took it's toll on people. They were hunters. Not the kind that killed animals for fun or sport, they hunted evil. The supernatural monsters that people were either afraid of or didn't believe in, they hunted them.

They had run away from home at age of sixteen to look for her brother James, who had also been Sarah's boyfriend. James had been eighteen and had disappeared without a trace. Ten years had passed since then. Ten years of sleazy motels, drunk bikers and an unending stream of supernatural beings.

Sarah deserved better than this, Peyton thought. She had stuck by her side faithfully for so long. She just wished for some happiness and joy in her best friend's life

" I need some fun." Sarah whined petulantly

"What you need my dear is Love" Peyton said, chuckling to make it look like a joke but she truly meant it.

Sarah made a face at Peyton

"No, what I need is sex. Just mindless, passionate, screaming hot sex. Nothing more."

"Right" Peyton said rolling her eyes.

"I have an itch, and I have to find someone to scratch it for me."

Peyton just made a non - committal sound.

"Are you coming with me or not?"

"Nah I don't have any itches I need scratched"

Sarah just flipped her friend the finger and went to the bathroom for a shower slamming the door on her way in. Peyton just sighed. She loved her friend fiercely but she did not understand this need to indulge in mindless sex. She knew Sarah had loved James. She had done everything she could to save him including risking her own life. But they had failed. James had died, right in front of their eyes. And Sarah had retreated into a shell. Nothing affected her anymore. She just didn't care enough to be affected.

The bathroom door opened and Sarah stepped out with a towel wrapped around her. Her long dark hair was wet and curling, framing her beautiful face. Sarah sat at the vanity and began to dry her hair with a dryer. Her eyes met Peyton's in the mirror.

"Shouldn't you be reading?" Sarah asked rudely.

Peyton looked away.

Sarah felt guilty for snapping at her friend but she wasn't ready to apologise just yet. She was looking forward to being someone else for the evening. Sarah loved dressing up and being a different person. She would go to a classy bar in town, find a good looking guy, flirt, drink and then try to get him to scratch that itch.

She always felt better after a night of mind blowing sex. Peyton rarely joined her. Maybe if she did she wouldn't be so cranky. Peyton needed a healthy dose of sex in her life, Sarah thought with a smile.

She smoothed her hair into a sleek french roll on the back of her head and then started working on her face.

"So who are you going to be today?" Peyton asked looking up from her book again.

"Sarah Manning. Secretary in a law firm in Chicago." Sarah answered walking over to her closet and pulling out a formal grey skirt and a crisp white blouse.

She got dressed quickly and pulled on a pair of black stiletto heels.

"Text me your whereabouts." Peyton reminded her sternly.

"Ok. MOM." Sarah said laughing. Blew a kiss to her best friend and headed out.

Sarah walked into the bar and was immediately hit with the smell of alcohol and tobacco. It wasn't too bad. The bar looked clean and classy enough for a law firm Secretary. She climbed into a bar seat and ordered a margarita. She crossed her legs and absentmindedly looked around the bar. Not many people were in, it was still early.

She sat sipping her drink and flipping through her phone checking emails when she heard a husky male voice,

"Hey man, One whiskey on the rocks please?"

She looked at the guy who spoke, He was just over six feet tall with chestnut hair and face that made her knees weak. He was wearing a black suit that fit him perfectly and showed off a hint of toned muscles underneath. He looked at her and caught her staring. She was just about to look away embarrassed when he raised his glass to her. She raised her own. Their glasses clinked.

"Hi, I'm Dean." He said with a crooked smile.

"Hi Dean, I'm Sarah" she said a little breathlessly.

What the hell was wrong with her? She had done this so many times before. Why was she acting like a teenager sitting in front of her first crush? Get a grip! She thought to herself.

"You don't look local. Where are you from Sarah?"

"Chicago. You dont look local either."

Dean chuckled. "No. I am here on business."

"And what is it that you do, Dean?"

"I am an Investment Banker. I am here to see a client."

"Oh. Wow. Banker huh? That's great. Do you travel a lot for your job then?"

"Quiet a bit." He said with a smirk. "What do you do Sarah? You seem to have just gotten off work."

"Yeah. I am on a business trip too, with my boss. I am a Secretary in a law firm."

"Law firm? Are you planning on becoming a lawyer then?"

"Maybe" Sarah said with a coy look at him.

He smiled again and she was lost. He had deep green eyes she noticed and he was looking at her with an amused expression. He seemed interested in her, which was good but she wasn't sure she would be able to handle someone like him. Just looking at him made her melt. He had an air of danger around him. It attracted her even more. Her eyes moved lower checking him out, he was all muscle and pure male. Oh man she was a goner. Maybe she should cut her losses and run before its too late,

"Its getting late. I think I should head back now. It was great meeting y-"

"Ten is not late. We are just getting started. Are you meeting someone?" He enquired.

"No. I've just had a long day. And this music is just too dull for my taste."

"Do you want to go somewhere a bit more private...?" He asked. His eyes were smoldering with hidden promises.

Sarah looked away. He was offering exactly what she had come in for. Should she accept it? It was getting a bit too intense and it scared her a little.

She looked back at him and saw him staring at her lips with a hunger plainly evident in his dark green eyes. She was so aroused she could feel her panties starting to get wet. His gaze slid lower and her nipples hardened peeking through her flimsy blouse. She took another sip of her drink. Her throat was suddenly parched. "Where did you have in mind?" She asked hoarsely.

He looked up at her, a little disoriented and flushed.

"I have a room in a motel a block from here.." He replied, looking at her lips again.

She licked her lips and could have sworn she heard him groan.

She stood up. There was no turning back. If she didn't have him now, she would probably die of sexual frustration.

"Lets go"

They walked down the block leading to the motel he had a room in. It was just a block away from the bar but it seemed like they were walking for hours. Every time their hands brushed, she felt a current pass through her and judging from the way he reacted she was sure he felt it too.

Dean Winchester had been bored out of his mind listening to his brother go on about the case they were currently working on in McAllen,Texas. They had just caught it just two days ago. Four women were dead and one was severely injured but the police had no clue what had happened. The girl was still unconscious so everyone was waiting for her to open her eyes and tell them what had happened.

The brothers had interviewed a few people while pretending to be federal agents but they didn't have any solid leads yet.

Dean finished talking to a teenage boy who had seen the injured woman being dragged away by what he thought was a homeless man.

"I've had enough man. Are you even sure this is our kinda thing?" He asked his brother Sam.

"Yeah. The man who dragged those women was rapidly appearing and disappearing like a mirage. It's definitely our kinda thing" Sam replied looking down at his big brother. Dean was over six feet tall but Sam was taller and leaner.

"I need a drink." Dean said cracking his neck. "Go ahead." Sam looked at his watch. "I think I'll talk to a few more people then grab a burger. See you back at the motel?"

"Okay."

Dean drove down to the motel and parked his car. He remembered seeing a bar just a block away, so he decided to park here and walk.

He walked into the bar and looked around. It was almost empty except for a few booths and a sexy long legged beauty sitting at the bar. Her legs seemed to go on forever. She was wearing formals. Had she come in directly from work? Good thing he hadn't changed. He still wore his 'federal agent' suit. So what should he be tonight? he wondered excitedly.

She was busy flicking through her phone and didn't notice him at all. Maybe that was a good thing, Sam wouldn't appreciate him picking up chicks at the bar again. Maybe she was waiting for someone. A woman who looked like that would never be alone. He decided to just get his drink grab something to eat and go back to the motel.

He went up to the bartender and ordered his drink. The woman looked up. And he looked into the most odd yet beautiful eyes he had ever seen. They were brown with gold flecks in them. They looked like - the bartender got his drink and he thought, yes her eyes looked like whiskey.

She was sexy as hell and he wanted her bad. She was checking him out too. That sent a thrill through his body. Maybe he did have a chance after all. He raised his glass and she raised hers. Their glasses clinked. Here's to a perfect night he thought as he smiled.

As they walked down the road to the motel he took his phone out of his jacket pocket and texted his brother,

'Dude met a chick.

You need to bail. Quick.

Sorry.

D.'

He saw her punching the keys on her phone as she walked. The sidewalk ended abruptly where the road began and she lost her footing. Dean caught her at the waist and pulled her against himself before she fell. She felt soft but toned and warm and her eyes looked like molten lava. He could easily sink in them. She let out a soft breath and it brushed his face. He leaned in.. A horn blew hard as a car came down the road at them. Dean quickly got them both across the road and headed towards the motel room. His hand still lingered on the base of her spine.

As they reached the room, Dean retrieved the keys from his pocket and tried to unlock the door. His hands were shaking. What the hell? Why did this girl affect him this way? He was barely holding it together.

He finally got the door open and pulled her in with him. He kicked the door closed and pushed her against it. He placed both his hands beside her trapping her in between himself and the door.

"You are absolutely gorgeous you know" he whispered in her ear.

She shivered a little and blushed. Sarah couldn't find her voice to answer him.

"You are driving me insane. If I don't kiss you now I might die." He moaned.

"We don't want that to happen now do we?" She said with more confidence than she felt as she snaked her arms around his neck.

He leaned in, so close, swallowed and then licked his lips waiting, she realized with a little surprise that he was waiting for her. Giving her a chance to back out. She admired that but she didn't want to back out. She closed the distance between their lips.

He kissed her softly at first and then his lips became more demanding and coaxed hers to let him in. She opened her mouth and his tongue sneaked in.

As his mouth explored hers she knotted her fingers through his hair. His hand slip up her waist and touched her breast. He pulled her even closer with the other hand. She arched her neck and he let go of her lips to trail kisses down her neck. His thumb rubbing in circles around her nipple. He opened a button of her blouse with his teeth and pushed the fabric away to reveal soft creamy skin. He trailed more kisses and she let out a soft moan. It seemed to arouse him even more. He picked her up and carried her to the bed. He sat her down on the bed gently and started undoing the buttons on her blouse. After he was done she took it off completely and lay down, pulling him with her. He had taken off his jacket and tossed it across the room. He kissed her deeply again. He gently parted her legs with his knees and eased himself on top of her. His hands slid onto her back and unhooked the clasp of her bra. He looked down at her,

"You are perfect."

She was far from perfect she knew. She was covered in scars, old and new. Fighting monsters for a living did leave its marks physically too. But maybe he couldn't see them in the darkness.

"Just touch me Dean. Make me forget everything. Make me forget who I am." She begged.

Dean looked into her eyes and was stunned to see them so vulnerable. Was he doing the right thing? He thought desperately. Sarah felt him hesitate, she didn't want this to stop. She needed this. She stretched out her hand in between them and unbuckled his pants at the same time slightly licked his Adam's apple.

A shudder passed through him and he bent down to pull a nipple into his mouth. All doubts wiped from his mind.

To be continued...