A/N: I'm back with a new fanfic, and this one actually has a title! lol. Yes, I decided to rename Untitled as "All I Ever Wanted" a few days ago, but nothing else about it has changed. I actually really didn't have any ideas for a sequel to it at all, but then one day I heard The Eagles' song "One Of These Nights" on the radio, and I just sat down at my computer and spit out this chapter. So it went on from there, and at 8,000 words exactly, I'm pretty content with this story.

If anyone doesn't know what a mental health day is, then you've never faked sick from school.

CHAPTER ONE

Sam groaned as Dean walked out of the bathroom and around the motel bed.

"This is a change," Dean commented. "Usually you're up way before me."

"Hangover…" Sam moaned from the sheets.

"Good thing I drive, huh?" Dean chuckled. "I'm gonna go get breakfast somewhere. What do you want- besides aspirin?"

"Whatever," Sam replied, his eyes still closed.

"I'll be back in a few minutes," Dean said as he walked out the door.

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Dean sighed as he drove aimlessly- wasn't there a McDonald's or something anywhere in this town? He turned on the radio.

I've been searching for the daughter of the devil himself
I've been searching for an angel in white
I've been waiting for a woman who's a little of both
And I can feel her but she's nowhere in sight

Great. Of all things to think about, Dean's mind had settled on Angie. He wondered why he couldn't just forget about her already. It had been two years- wasn't that enough time to let go? It hadn't taken nearly as long for Dean to get over Cassie- but then again, Angie and Cassie were two very different relationships. Plus, Dean and Angie hadn't parted on angry terms- the last thing she'd said to him was "I love you."

This was only the latest in a string of reminiscence. As Dean remembered and thought yet again about what might've been, he looked around and his eyes instantly fell on a brown-haired woman walking down the side of the road. It couldn't be- could it? He drove closer.

Ooh, loneliness will blind you
In between the wrong and the right
Ooh, coming right behind you
Swear I'm gonna find you
One of these nights

Dean slowed down as he approached her and rolled down the car window. "Angie?" he asked.

The woman turned around. "Excuse me?"

"Oh. Sorry," Dean apologized, realizing his mistake. "I thought you were someone else."