"Sam, I'm not letting you go alone. Not with your shoulder the way it is. That Cole guy took you out pretty quick. Besides, Dean doesn't know me, I could go as bait."

"I can't let you do that. It's just too dangerous." He couldn't look me in the eyes, he knew I was right.

"Sammy, please? I want to help."

"Fine."

That conversation went a lot better than I was expecting, so was catching Dean's attention. Geared with tight dark jeans, and a sly smile, I walked into the bar that Crowley told us he would be.

"Hey sugar, buy ya a drink?"

He turned his head giving me the once over. Apparently liking what he saw, as he turned, flashing a grin.

"Well sure sweetheart, as long as you're having one with me." I knew it was meant to be more of a question, but the way it came out was more of a command. I nodded anyway, flagging down the bartender. A petite little blond came over to where we were sitting. Damn, she was cute.

"What can I get you hun?"

"I'll have a scotch, and .."

"Make it 2." Dean interrupted.

"Sure thing." I could help it, as she turned around, I checked her over. She turned back and noticed my noticing, but gratefully she didn't say anything. She wasn't the only one. Dean caught my eye, and gave me a question look.

"Don't worry your pretty little head sugar. She hasn't stolen away your attention. I'm just keeping my options open."

"Oh?"

Gotcha. "Yupp, just cause I have intentions of taking you back to my room, doesn't mean it'll happen necessarily."

"I wouldn't want to disappoint."

"Oh, so you like to please?" I said arching an eyebrow.

"You'll just have to find out sweetheart." He said with a wink, sending my head reeling. Dammit, was I really sitting here flirting with Dean freaking Winchester. And he was totally falling for the bait.

"Why don't we get out of here, so you can put your money, where your mouth is?" I said downing the rest of my scotch.

"Sure, sweetheart."

I paid for our drinks, and we left. Before I could even get the door open, he had me pushed up against it, hands everywhere, mouth pressing hard into mine. I mentally laughed; he wasn't going to be so eager once he realizes what waits for him in there. Might as well take advantage of it while I can. Somehow the door was opened, and we were in my room. Just a few more steps and he was safely in the devil's trap.

"Hold on, let me get a light." Pretending to feel my way over to the night stand, I grabbed the flask of holy water, while flicking on the light. Knowing his cue, Sam came out of the bathroom.

"Hey Dean."