AN I already have another 10,000 words written but I am trying to sort through it. suggestions? Yes Please!

the plan is for this to be a multi story Fic.

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They sat in a booth at a diner in Glenwood Springs, CO. A little town about an hour north of Aspen. Despite the proximity it was unlikely any A listers had a home here. Dean doubted they would even run into a C lister.

"Mmmmm pie" Dean mumbled with a full mouth.

Sam didn't even look up from his laptop. He was busying typing furiously. Fingers flying over the keys so fast Dean briefly wondered if he was doing it just to look busy and avoid talking about pie.

2 weeks had passed since they had tricked Uriel into giving Anna back her grace. 2 weeks since he had trusted Ruby and since his revelations to Sam about Alistair and hell. He had spent most of the time trying to pretend he hadn't said anything. Dean was really good at ignoring the 800 pound gorilla in the room and now that he had at least told his brother something Sam had stopped pestering him with questions at every turn. He didn't understand Sam's need to talk about things. What did talking ever solve?

Taking another bite Dean frowned slightly. His thoughts turned to Anna as he replayed her words over in his head. She couldn't taste the sticky sweet berries or the buttery flakey crust and while Dean was pretty sure no sex was worse, this pie was a close second. To never be able to "feel" anything would be awful. Realizing how much of a dichotomy this thought was he chuckled. Mr. Sensitive was feeling bad about someone not being able to love.

Sam looked up at the sounds of Dean's laugh. He wanted to ask what the hell was so funny but Dean so rarely smiled these days he didn't want his happy thoughts interrupted. Turning back to the computer Sam went back to his search. There had to be something they could do to keep themselves busy while they waited for Lilith to make the next move. The Winchesters didn't do well with downtime. They were not men of leisure.

"Bingo" Sam said as he finally found something that looked interesting.

"whumph?" Dean mumbled through a mouth filled with pie.

"Got some exsanguinated coeds in up in Portland at the community college campus" Sam turned the computer so Dean could read the article.

"Seriously Sammy? How about you bring us less college like people up to speed with the demons for dummies version?"

"Drained of all blood" Sam explained barely able to contain his condescending tone. Not that Dean noticed. It wasn't as if he didn't know he wasn't going to be asked to join MENSA. Or he would know that if he knew what MENSA was. That was the beauty of Dean. His accepted his limitation and leaned on his strengths.

"Well why didn't you just say that Sammy. Let's get moving, we got Vamps to stake." Dean took one last look at the pie on his plate, regret flickered across his face, he wiped his mouth and pushed back from the table. Sam tossed some cash down and they were on the road.

17 hours on the road is a long day, even when you share the drive time with someone.

Sam and Dean arrived in Portland exhausted and with only about 2 hours till daylight. They checked into the wonderful Jupiter City Motel and Lounge.

"I think we should take a quick look at the campus, moonlights a wasting Sammy" Dean said as they dropped their bags in the room.

Looking out the window Sam could see the faintest glow from the upcoming sunrise. "Dean, we've been driving all night and if you weren't so hopped up on caffeine and sugar you would have already noticed the sun is coming up. The vamps aren't going to be heading to starbucks this morning for a latte." Dean turned toward the window and realized Sam was right. He just wasn't quite ready to close his eyes again. He slept fitfully at best these days.

"Okay so then lets catch a few hours of shut eye and go visit the victim's roommate after lunch. It's not like they are going to be up this early either." Dean had visited Sam enough at school to know that no self respecting coed was going to wake before noon.

Dean hadn't realized how tired he was until his head hit the pillow and he was already feeling the pull of sleep. His last thought was about Anna. For the first time his dreams weren't about the pit.

4 hours later he heard Sam opening the door and smelled coffee. Sitting up he saw Sam set the food on the dresser and settle himself at the desk in front of his computer.

"Dude, why didn't you wake me up?" Dean mumbled as he rubbed his eyes.

"You were out cold, not to mention you were actually smiling in your sleep" Sam didn't need to say that was a rare occasion. Now that Sam knew Dean remembered every minute off hell he knew why his brother's sleep was so restless. It wasn't hard to imagine what might be playing over and over again in his head to leave him thrashing in his bed most nights.

Dean had almost forgotten what peaceful sleep felt like. It wasn't ten minutes later that he found himself actually singing in the shower. That was until Sam opened the door and told him to shut the hell up as the front desk had already had 3 complaints about the noise coming from their room. It wasn't his fault, everyone knows the shower is the best place to sing and maybe he was singing AC/DC loud but it isn't like you can sign Back in Black any other way. Oh well he needed to get out anyway he was turning into a prune.

Slipping behind the wheel of his baby he smiled at the rumble of the engine as it turned over. One of the things he was unlikely to ever take for granted was the purr of the engine or his car. Before the engine even had a chance to warm up they were pulling into the parking lot for the gym of PCC. Sam had spoken to the first victim's roommate this morning. Dani had told him she had a class to teach in the main gym at 11 and they could meet her there afterwards.

"Hmmm I wonder if she teaches stripper pole aerobics." Dean's smile was bordering on the lecherous side but Sam barely even blinked.

"Dude you are confusing porn with reality again, she probably teaches yoga or some other useless new age crap" Dean wondered at Sam's dismissive tone. It wasn't that long ago that Sam was one of these people. He had fit right in. Dean was the one who should feel out of place and yet Sam was the one shifting his eyes over everything and looking uncomfortable. Dean was once again struck by how different Sam was too. He wasn't the only one who had suffered from his time in Hell. Sam was harder now. He still looked like a lost puppy dog occasionally but it was less and less frequent. It seemed like he was getting much more at ease with the same cold stare Dean had mastered at 13.

As they approached the door they heard grunting and yelling. The Winchester brothers had never taken a yoga class but they were pretty sure you didn't yell like that while you were doing the downward dog. They exchanged a puzzled look and opened the door into the gym, momentary blinded but the dim light compared to the bright noon day sun. Blinking the floor into focus Dean was intrigued to find a room full of large men practicing some form of Karate. Standing in front of them leading was a tall brunette. She was wearing an all black uniform only broken up by the patch on her chest and the gold lettering on her belt.

Dean knew they had to find Dani but that didn't mean they couldn't stop here and watch the show for a few minutes. This chick was making him tingle all over. The all male class broke into groups that appeared to be sorted by belt color. Dean had watched enough Bruce Lee to know who was a newbie. The instructor started with the white belt group and had them go through what looked like some kind of choreographed dance full of kicks and punches. She went on up the ranks watching the class. Tilting an elbow here and checking a hand position there. Every once and a while they would yell in unison. As the rest of the class sat down he saw there were only 4 students left all wearing the same white uniform broken up by a black belt. None of them had the same amount of gold this lovely brunette had.

She stood in front on them performing the same dangerous ballet. Dean was mesmerized. He knew he could take care of himself. He had been fighting to survive for as long as he could remember but this wasn't the ugly angry dance of a bar fight this was more graceful.

As they finished the last move the instructor turned to face them, the men bowed to her then turned and headed back towards the rest of the group. Assuming they were done Sam and Dean starting walking towards the back of the classroom only to realize the class was pairing off to fight.

"I have to see this" Dean said to Sam as they stood at the entrance to the hallway area. Sam had to admit this was impressive to watch. He just hoped like hell Dean didn't do anything stupid like sing Everybody was Kung Foo Fighting. That would be a Dean move.

Dean stood watching as student after student challenged her only to watch her effortlessly drop them to the floor dazed but not really hurt. Before he realized they had lined up again and were bowing to her. "I wouldn't mind bowing to her ey Sammy." Dean whispered with his typical eyebrow wag as he nudged Sam ribs. Sam just rolled his eyes. How Dean to think of nothing but sex.

"Come on Dean we have to find this Dani girl" Sam grabbed his arm and gave it a tug but it was too late. The brunette was walking towards them.

"You boys the one I talked to on the phone this morning from the FBI?" she took a long swig of her water bottle as she closed the last few feet between them. Dean watched the muscles in her throat contract and thought about placing soft kisses up and down the long column of her throat.

"Dani Connick?" Sam asked and watched her nod.

She held out her belt so they could see her name printed in English on one side while the other appeared to be some sort of Asian lettering" That's what it says on my belt, my underwear too but that is all my mothers doing. And no I am not going to show you." Sam could barely contain his grim when she directed that last comment to Dean who just stood there slack jawed gaping at her.

Sam's best guess put her a few inches shy of 6 feet but it was hard to judge as she was standing in front of them with bare feet.

"I'm Agent Angus and this is Agent Young" He stuck out his hand and she shook it nice and firm. Dean had a chance to give her a once over and was glad she was busy with Sam because the look he was giving her was sure to get him an ass whooping if she caught it. Despite the loose fitting uniform Dean was pretty sure she had all the right curves underneath. Her wavy brown hair was pulled back in a pony tail that came down to just below her shoulders. Without a stitch of makeup and sweaty from the display the brothers had just watched she was still beautiful. Her eyes were a dark green with flecks of gold. The color the work out had brought to her cheeks made her olive skin glow. Watching her plump lips wrap around the bottle a second time and Dean could barely contain the moan of desire that welled up. Looking down before she could notice him checking her out he saw her toes peeking out from the cuff of her blacks pants painted what can only be described as cotton candy pink.

"It's nice to meet you. Now if you could just give me 15 minutes to shower and change I will be able to answer any questions you have about Sharon's murder. I didn't realize I had let the class go so long and I'm sorry for the delay" Sam nodded. 15 minutes wasn't going to kill them and she would be more inclined to answer their questions if she was relaxed. Not to mention he was pretty sure Dean needed to cool off. It wasn't that hard to tell she had him all hot and bothered.

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To Be continued.

Next chapter to be posted shortly.