Alrighty folks, I'm back, with a brand spanking new story, I hope you all like.

Summary- What happens when one of Dean's one night stands comes back and bites him in the ass?

Extended summary- Deans one night stands turns out to be his father's friend's God daughter. She also happens to be one of the children that the demon mentioned, but the demon doesn't just want her powers, he wants her!

Disclaimer- I own nothing, which is a real shame, this is purely for my fun, and hopefully yours too.

KEPT IN THE DARK

Dean surveyed the bar, his skilled eyes taking in every last detail, from the two drunks at the pool table ready to start a fight, to the plain clothes policeman, sitting in a secluded corner of the bar.

He inhaled and took in the usual smell of smoke, alcohol and sweet. He made his way over to the bar, and took a seat, signaling the barman.

Ever since Sam had come down with the 'flu several days earlier, Dean hadn't had much time to himself, not that was a bad thing, his baby brother was suffering and it was his job as the eldest to make sure that he was ok. Ever since he was a child and he had carried him out of the house Sam had been his responsibility, and it was a job that he didn't take lightly.

The barman came over with a beer bottle in his hand and placed it in front of him. Dean gave a small nod of his head, and took the cold bottle into his hands, and brought it to his lips, savoring the taste as it went down his throat. He slowly and carefully placed it back onto the bar in front of him, and sighed.

He didn't want to be here, not really, sure any other time he would have jumped at the chance to spend time in a bar where he could find some women to have a good time with, but not now.

Their dad had taken of a week ago, with the promise that he would meet up with them tomorrow, and he hadn't been heard from since. He knew that his father was ok, but it didn't stop the nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach that said he wasn't going to be there tomorrow and that he was lying dead somewhere.

And if that wasn't bad enough, his brother had been ill for the past three days. For the first day he had been throwing up constantly, and couldn't keep anything in his stomach, but he had seemed better today, and it had taken everything Sam had to get Dean to go to the bar in the first place.

Dean chuckled to himself and brought the now warm beer back to his lips, before swiveling in his cheer to survey the bar. Hell he was here, he might as well see if there was any potential.

He spotted her over at the pool table, standing in between the two men that he had seen earlier. She had one hand on her hip, and the other pointing angrily at the man in front of her.

Ever from were Dean sat he could see that she was way out of her league, the man in front of her was twice her size, and the man behind her was nearly triple her size, and Dean knew from experience that two drunk men weren't a good thing to mess with.

Dean maneuvered himself over to them, but when he was only half way there the woman had been grabbed from behind by one of them men. Dean quickened his pace and took the steps that led to the pool tables two at a time.

He arrived in time to move the woman out of the way, and instead his shoulder took the brunt of the hit that was directed at her.

Dean grunted in frustration, and clenched his fist at his side. He went to raise his fist to hit the man, but a tugging on his arm forced him to stop, and instead he turned to look down at the woman.

The woman shook her head and signaled to the plain clothes police officers that were making there way over to the commotion.

Dean nodded his head, and allowed himself to be pulled in the direction of the steps; he was pretty impressed as the mysterious woman pushed him against the wall and forced her lips on to his.

By the time he realized what she was doing she was pulling him towards the exit, he looked around and realized that the police had walked passed them and were now talking with the two men, and then he realized that the only reason that she had kissed him was to stop the police questioning the two. This woman was definitely impressive.

The cold air hit Dean like a slap on the face, and he looked down to see that the woman had let his arm fall to his side. He sighed to himself, this was just plain ridiculous, and he couldn't keep calling her.

"CJ" Dean looked down at her confused, before he realized that she was offering him her name, and that she was clearly waiting for him to offer his name.

"Dean" She nodded her head, and rubbed her arms where two nasty red marks had started to appear. Dean frowned in annoyance; abuse to women was the one thing that he wouldn't tolerate.

"You ok?" CJ jumped slightly, as if she had forgotten that he was there. She nodded her head slowly, before pulling her sleeve up so that she could further investigate the damage.

Dean got a pretty good look at the marks, and could feel his blood boil in anger; the marks left on her arm were sure to bruise.

CJ brought her eyes back up searching Dean's. She smiled towards him, and Dean allowed himself to check out the rest of her. She wasn't usually the sort of woman that he went for; she had choppy brown hair, she was about the same height as he was, and her body was small and slender.

"I don't know what to do to thank you." Dean brought his eyes back to hers, realizing that she was talking to him. He raised his eyes in a suggestive manner, and CJ laughed in understanding.

She just looked up at him from under her lashes, in her own suggestive look, she walked towards him, allowing her hand to rest on to his chest, a chest that she found out was pretty solid, and her other hand wound around his neck, pulling him down to her, so that she could whisper into his ear.

"If you perform as well as you kiss then" She left the sentence unfinished, allowing Dean to capture her lips. He could feel her smile against him, and then felt her pull away.

"My room's not far from here"

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Dean strolled in to his and Sam's hotel room with an annoyed frown on his face. It had nothing to do with the night, 'cause that had been great, hell it had been more then great, it had been excellent, but when he had awoken this morning, he found that he was alone in the room.

The door closed with a slam, and Dean jumped when he heard his father's stern voice coming from the kitchen. He looked around the room to find Sam, asleep in his bed, and he instantly felt bad, he had completely forgotten about Sam being ill, and all his was bothered about was that his one night stand had wounded his ego.

He placed his things on to his own bed before making his way over to the kitchen. He found his father sat around the table, papers scattered around him.

"Coffee's fresh"

Dean nodded his head and made his way over to the coffee pot, pouring himself and his father some coffee.

Dean sat down at the table, clearing a small spot so that he could place his cup down, and then handed his father's cup over to him.

He quickly took in the various papers scattered around the table, and noticed that some of them were birth and death certificates. His brow creased in confusion and he looked up at his father.

"I thought we were meeting you?"

John placed the paper that he was looking at down on the table and looked up at his eldest son. Dean had grown so much over the last year, and that wasn't something he was proud of, he had placed to mush on his shoulders when he disappeared.

"I wanted to surprise you boys, I came in to find Sam ill and you out"

Dean went to protest, but was cut of by his fathers laughter, something that Dean hadn't heard in a very long time.

"Sam explained to me, and you need to pack your things. We're headed over to Bobby's for a while"

Dean nodded again and drained his cup. He headed back to his bed, to find that Sam was just making his way into the kitchen.

"Sleep well Sammy?"

Sam growled in frustration "It's Sam"

Dean chuckled and ruffled his hair before heading over to his bag and beginning to pack.

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Booby led the three Winchester men through to the kitchen, and poured them coffee, adding some whisky in for John.

"Thanks for letting us stay Bobby"

Bobby placed the cup in front of John "What are friends for?"

John chuckled and remembered back to a time when Bobby had threatened him with a shotgun.

"So Bobby, do I finally get to meet the famous God daughter?"

This time it was Bobby's turn to chuckle. "Our lucky. She finished a hunt last night, she's out training at the mo', but she should be in 'round about now"

"Hey Bobby"

John turned in the direction of the girl that had just entered. She was nothing like he had imagined, but he could tell she was a hunter, her eyes gave it away.

"CJ this is John Winchester and his two sons Dean and Sam"

CJ turned in the direction of the three men and took in there appearance, before her eyes landed onto Dean. A look of recognition passed over her face for a second, before her expression became emotionless once again.

"Hey"