Super Surprises!

Author's Note: I just started watching Supernatural…I know, I'm a little late to the party but I like the plot and the hot boys are just an added bonus. For those curious souls, I'm a Dean fan girl. So, naturally, this story is about him. It might be a little OOC because as I said, I just got into it. I plan on continuing my House, MD fanfic as well but this little bunny popped into my head and had to get it typed out and posted on here before it disappeared…or drove me insane. ENJOY! I own nothing. Sadly….*hides the box containing Dean*

Time Period: At the beginning of Season 2. Dean: 26-27, Sam: 22-23

Prologue: How Did We Get Here?

Dean drained his shot glass, and slammed it back on the table top. The bartender poured another. His dad was off somewhere on another hunt, and Dean had been left behind. As usual. It was funny, the older Dean got the more he got treated like a child by his father. That just never made any sense. Plus, Sammy was off at Stanford. Acting like a normal kid. He sent letters to Dean, wrote emails, and called once in a while but it wasn't the same. After years of looking after the little punk, anything else felt weird. So, naturally, he found the one bar around to drown his sorrows in.

He looked around, for some girl to annoy/flirt with. He found a beautiful brunette girl sitting all alone at the end of the bar. He stood, and staggered over to her. She was drinking a beer. Dean's kind of gal. He couldn't stand those prissy chicks that drank the fruity shit.

Up close, he saw that she was stunning. She had gleaming brown hair, grey eyes and pouty lips. She was of small build, but muscular. Like she worked out a lot. "Hey, don't think I can't see you eyeballin' me." she said, a little southern twang ringing out of her voice.

Dean grinned, and sat down. "Well, I'm sorry. You're just so beautiful, I couldn't help but stare." he said, saying the first compliment that came to mind. She smirked. "Does that line really work on anybody?" He shrugged. "You tell me." "It just helps that you're cute." she said, looking him dead in the eye. She wasn't afraid of the big rugged man that had just started talking to her. She wasn't like other girls, he realized.

"Name's Dean. What's yours?" "Erica." Erica. Wow. Wasn't what he'd pictured her to be named. He saw an Ashley, Jade, or Janet. Something like that. But, definitely not Erica. "How old are you Erica? See, I can't flirt with anyone under 21. Just my policy. You understand, right?" She nodded. "I'm 24, you ass. I live around here." "Didn't always. According to that accent." She blushed. "Then, Mr.I-Think-I-Know-Everything, tell me. Where am I originally from?" "Uh…I'll guess Texas, Kentucky, Arkansas or Tennessee." She blanched. "Oh my God. You're right. I'm from Tennessee."

"Whatcha say we get a few drinks, and swap spit…I mean stories." She laughed, dimples showing on her face. That was weird. They both had things on their faces that were synonymous with being childlike. Dean had his crazy freckles, and Erica had her dimples.

After a few beers, and talking small talk. Erica suggested they get out of the bar. It was almost closing time, and she had work in the morning. They sat in the Impala, and made out. Then, before they knew it…they crossed the line. They had sex.

They made it to the hotel, and fell asleep in each other's arms. When Erica woke up, she found a note next to her.

Erica,

Listen. My dad called while you were sleeping. And he needs me. So, I have to get out of here. I paid for the hotel room and just turn in the key before you leave. They know you're in there. I had a good time, I hope you did too. See ya around.

D

She scoffed, and rolled over with a few tears in her eyes. But, as the daughter of a Hunter...she understood.