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Chapter 1

With the tips of my fingers I traced the cold mist on my fresh bottle of beer. I chewed on the inside of my cheek, my blue eyes looking down at the alcohol whose bitter smell met my nose. Usually I would have chugged it down, on a dark night like tonight after finishing a hunt. It was going to be my third drink, but something twisted at the back of my throat, warning me that I would be sorry if I even took a sip. Maybe it was because I was sitting here in a bar, drinking away instead of getting actual food. As a reminder, my stomach growled, though I was sure no one heard it.

"Jane, you've been staring at that beer for the past ten minutes. Are you going to drink it or not?" Dean pestered, setting down his now empty bottle on the counter.

"Well you got it for me, its not like I asked for it."

"Fine, I'll take it back then." The grin that has comfortably transformed his face said that he wanted to drink it, even though he had drunk more than me and Sam combined.

"Not so fast, bud." I smacked his hand away, a pleased smirk on my lips when Dean frowned. "I didn't say I didn't want it."

I lifted the bottle to my mouth, tipping it slightly but not enough for any liquid to pour over. I watched how Dean's green eyes were now trained intently on my lips, waiting, but I only sighed.

"Have it."

He took the beer in record time, his warm hand gazing mine. I didn't replay how it felt in my mind or feel my heart beat quicken just a fraction like how it might have years ago when we were younger. No, I stopped hanging on to those loose threads long ago. But I did notice it, and that was already too much.

"You know, you need to learn how to drink." Dean exhaled a good breath after taking a few gulps.

"Oh and I'm guessing you would be my mentor?" I chuckled without meaning, pushing back my long hair that was falling into my face.

"Honey, only if you want me to." His words slid out as smooth as velvet, but it was what he was used to.

Saying the husky hot or naughty things that made women swoon. But its been forever since any of that had any affect on me. It was a good thing too. To not wait for something that wouldn't happen. Besides, I've known Dean for so long that anything beyond our friendship would just jeopardize that.

"I'll take a pass."

"Well you're missing out." Dean shrugged, drinking more of his beer and turning to look at me again.

"What?" I asked, leaning against the counter before carefully placing my blue eyes on him. It made me realize then that he wasn't looking at me, but looking at something behind me. "What?" The word came out a little firmly.

It had to be something serious if Dean wore that dark and annoyed expression where his eyebrows were pulled together and his mouth was kind of tight like that of a five year old who didn't get the toy remote control car he wanted from the store.

I brushed back the same locks of dark hair away from my face, the feeling irritating my nerves. It didn't help that it was hot in the bar and the stupid fan was out of use. Well, that's what one of the bartenders claimed when I asked about it myself earlier.

"Look, if you're not going to tell me then-"

"Those two guys are starring at you." Dean finally confessed, his jaw locking.

My eyebrows rose. Seriously? He was getting himself worked up over something like this? "Oh come on." My voice was indifferent.

"Come on, nothing." Dean yanked his bottle off the counter and drank the rest of its contains. "The pricks have been continuously glancing over here and I'm tired of it."

"Will you relax? You act like they're over here talking me up. Who knows, they could be looking at you." I hinted with a teasing smile before sighing in defeat and pushing back all of my hair, lifting it up and using my rubber band around my wrist to put it into a ponytail.

"It's not funny." His eyes traced my movement. "Before you know it they'll waltz over here high and mighty, offering to by you a couple of drinks enough to get you drunk. Then, you'll be in their crappy motel room too vulnerable to stop them from taking off your clothes and-"

"Okay, stop!" I sat up straighter, my hand raised.

"Taking advantage of you." Dean persisted, ignoring me.

"I know someone who does that to women almost every night." I caught him there, though a defense was on the tip of his tongue. I went on before he could protest. "And do you really think of me as the kind of woman to do something like that? I hang around you 24/7, I know that all you men think about is one thing. Besides, I can take care of myself."

"Hey!" Dean was clearly offended. "I do not."

"Really? Because the blonde at the table behind you has done nothing but try to silently get your eyes on her. I'm betting that what she wants tonight is something you wouldn't mind letting her have. Maybe you would have noticed if you weren't too focus on the bartender." I crossed my arms, waiting for his response.

"Really." Dean couldn't resist looking behind him in interest then, just as I expected.

"You idiot." I smacked the back of his head in disappointment but laughed anyway when he realized I had been joking.

"Not fair." He pointed at me.

"I think my point has been proven."

"And mine are on their way." Dean muttered.

Before I could ask what he meant, a clear voice spoke up behind me.

"Excuse me Miss, but I was wondering if my friend and I could buy you a drink."

I turned, looking up at the guy who had his hair cut military style, had on a jean jacket, tank top underneath, and faded jeans.

"No thank you." I said automatically, which was always my response in any situation as this.

"Please, it's just one drink." The other man said in turn, his plaid shirt was not working out for him.

"The answer is no." Dean voiced next to me, making my skin prickle.

"Yeah, and who are you?" The first asked.

"I'm her-"

"Brother. This is my brother." I cut Dean off with the first thing that popped into my mind, giving him a stern look to back off. It was like he thought I couldn't handle this myself.

"Right, and my sister and I were just leaving." Dean stood up then, throwing down a couple of bills for the bartender before taking my hand and pulling me after him.

For something that made me angry, I surprisingly didn't protest. We passed by many people scattered around the bar before marking our way outside into the cool and breathable air.