Okay guys, here's a random one. It's a Dean OS (Go figure; me writing a Dean OS). I hope you are all enjoying my stuff, and I hope that you'll send me some feedback. This is sort of going off character with Sam and Dean. It gets more into their personality rather than hunting (there's still hunting). Enjoy!

I ran down the road, and this man chased behind me. He got gained on me, but I was running the fastest my legs would carry me. The gravel almost had me a few times, but I regained my footing and kicked the dirt up in his path. I hoped that maybe if there was enough dust I could disappear from his view, but I had no such luck.

I'd been in a bar about five minutes before this wild goose chase started. I remember these two guys at a table looking seriously at a few papers. They were drinking beer, and if I remember correctly the shorter one was hustling a couple games of pool. He was real good—surprised me when he beat Old Man Ray. Ray never lost to anyone…

This chase seemed like it wasn't going to end. I knew I could hold my own, but this guy was big… I turned him down, and I guess he didn't like that, so he followed me out into the lot. I turned around to face him and tried to tell him again that I wasn't interested. That's when he grabbed me and wrapped his dirty arms around my torso. I called him a creep, jerked away, and ran. That's when he started to chase me.

It was dark out and all I could see was the sky. I heard the gurgling of a vehicle. It sounded almost God-like—to me at least. Then there were headlights coming up behind me, and I started to run faster.

Suddenly a black classic sped up and swerved to a stop in front of my stalker. I stopped and turned to watch in fright. He came to a sudden halt and then the pool hustler burst open the driver-side door of the car and stood there tall and sturdy.

"I believe the girl said she wasn't interested, tubby," the driver said.

"Yeah, and what are you gonna do about it, stud?"

"Well that's easy. I'll bust your head," the driver said as he reached for his belt. Then the guy he was with quickly got out of the passenger side.

"She's my girlfriend, please just leave her alone," he said as he held his hands up by his chest and stood by his friend. "We don't wanna have to hurt you."

I cringed. Why the hell were these guys so interested in keeping me safe? Whatever, at least I wasn't running into the blackness of the woods.

My stalker flinched a little and looked over to me with this creepy smile. The taller guy took a step forward with his hand in his jacket. The guy turned around and ran back towards the bar.

I took a deep breath and bent over, trying to catch my breath. The two strangers looked over to me and started to walk towards me.

"Hey are you okay?" asked the taller one.

I looked up to answer him. He had medium length light brown hair that flipped up at his ears and at the bottom of his neck. He had a little bit of scruff, and as far as I could tell, with only a pair of headlights to see, he had green eyes. "Y-yeah, I'm fine. Thanks a lot, that was nice… I think I'd be done for right now if you two didn't happen to drive by."

"Well—we weren't just drivin' by… We saw that creep chase you when we were coming out of the bar," the shorter one said.

"Oh," I took let out a sharp breath and scratched the back of my head at the same time the taller man did.

"So I'm Sam," he said. "And this is my brother Dean."

"Sarah," I said and shook their hands.

"You want a ride home—or back to the bar at least?" Dean asked as he thrust his thumb over his shoulder towards the car.

I hesitated for a moment as I looked at the car. I looked up to the two of them and shrugged, "I dunno."

"Come on, we don't bite," Dean said with a smirk.

"Ugh," Sam snickered. "No, seriously, you can trust us. We kind of help people for a living…"

"Well, I'll make you a deal… you gimme that shiny gun in your jacket there," I said pointing towards Sam's jacket. "And when I'm safely at my destination I'll give it back."

"Now how's that a deal?" Dean asked.

"Because I'm small and vulnerable—And because you have a gun too," I said as I reached for his shirt and pulled it up revealing the butt of a pistol.

"Good eye you got there," Dean said. "Fine, fair deal, but the second ya pull that thing out yer fair game."

"Let's not forget who saved who here, Dean." I chuckled. "I'm not exactly the exertive type."

"Sam, give it to her and get in the back seat," Dean said to Sam. He turned to me. "And you—up front with me."

"Awe, I don't get to sit in back with my boy friend?" I chuckled as I took the gun from Sam and looked at it a minute. He looked at me sort of awkwardly, but he smiled when he realized what I was talking about.

"Come on," he said and I followed him to the passenger door. He opened it for me, and I got in and closed the door. He got in the back and Dean got into the driver's seat.

"So where to, Sarah?" Dean asked.

"Well why don't you let me buy you two some beers for saving my life?" I asked with a smile.

Dean looked at Sam in the rearview. "Well, Sammy… maybe bein' a good civilian does pay off," he said.

I turned and giggled at Sam as he blushed for god knows what reason. "Wha'd'ya say?" I asked.

"Sounds good to me," he said.

Dean turned to me and winked as he turned the car around and drove back towards the bar.