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Chapter 1 "I'm Meg"

He remembered how the door had been flung open, letting the weak afternoon light seep into the basement bar, cutting through the left over smoke haze of the night before and throwing up tiny motes of dust.

They had all looked up.

He'd stopped wiping down the bar, Sam had paused while pulling open the glass washer and Dean looked up from his paper work, frowning at the disturbance.

"We're closed. Come back at six." Dean barked, turning back to the invoices he was working on, as far as he was concerned that was the end of the matter.

"But you'll be busy at six, and then you won't get a chance to talk to me."

Her voice was smooth, an amused drawl ran through it, making Dean look up properly, the frown slipping from his face to be replaced with a slow smile.

"And why would we want to talk to you?"

The girl stepped up to the bar and smiled back at Dean. "Because I'm your new bar tender."

He raised an eyebrow and glanced at Cas and Sam, who were now stood watching the pair openly. "What makes you think I'm hiring?"

She shrugged lightly and looked up at him with her dark eyes. "Because I was in here last night and even though you weren't packed out busy, you still had to work the bar. Now that makes me wonder, why would the owner of a bar waste his time pulling beers and shots for customers. Besides, I'm a hard worker, I have good math skills and I'm prettier than either of those two."

She pointed them and Cas suddenly found wiping down the bar all consuming, while Sam pushed the rack of glasses into the washer with a final click.

"That's true. I'm Dean" He held out his hand and she took it.

"Meg."

"We do need another hand. How about you work a shift tonight. We'll see how you go."

"Sounds perfect."

She held out her hand and Dean shook it. "Be here at five."

They watched her walk away and as she shut the door Sam sighed loudly.

Dean glanced at him. "What!"

"Any chance you won't fuck her? "

He laughed. "I'm not promising anything."

"Yeah but, we hire these girls and you fuck them and then they leave and we're short staffed again. Just… Try and keep it in your pants bro."

Cas continued to run the cloth along the spotless bar.

He preferred to not get involved when the brothers started bickering. Far better to keep his head down and mouth shut.

The girl seemed different. Not the usual perky types who came into this bar looking for work.

There was a type, he'd realised early on, Usually early twenties, blonde, they tried to give off an air of being worldly, but often you found out they'd just got off the bus from some back woods town, dropped out of school, looking for independence, they wound up in the bar, and countless others like it, looking for some work that would pay the rent while they decided what they really wanted to do.

And then they would meet Dean.

Dean would smile and fuss over them and flirt shamelessly and by the end of the first night they would accept a ride home with him.

The rest was always the same.

The hurt confusion when they realised there wasn't going to be a second time with the boss and then the embarrassed retreat.

So far there had been twelve girls working the bar with them and none had lasted more than three nights.

Cas didn't think Dean really knew what he was doing, couldn't see that it was unfair to the girls. He just thought they were having a good time too.

Having sex for Dean, Cas thought, was like a friendly handshake, a matey hug, nothing more.

He'd watched Sam berate his brother until he was blue in the face, and now it was just a dance they did every time, neither actually thinking about the steps, just running through them automatically.

But this girl.

Maybe this one would be different.

Meg turned up at five, pulled on an apron over her jeans and shirt, rolled up her sleeves and set to work.

Cas had admit she was good.

She worked fast, didn't falter with an order, smiled and flirted with the customers, chatted with the old guys who hung out at the end of the bar during quiet periods, kept her area clean generally livened the place up.

He saw Dean watching her from time to time, watched him place a hand on the small of her back and bend to whisper in her ear, watched her smile in answer and carry on.

Sam saw all this as well and his face was one of resigned disgust.

"Do you think he even knows what a douche bag he is?" Muttered Sam as Dean stood to one side, checking out Megs ass.

Cas shrugged.

He didn't like to get drawn in.

It was one thing for Sam to run down his brother, quite another for Cas to.

As the night went on though, he found himself drawn to Meg. The easy way she chatted to people, made them feel like old friends. Always just the right side of flirty, enough to make someone feel good, but not enough to be considered a tease. He found himself smiling back when she grinned and tipped him a wink as she walked past him with a basket of dirty glasses.

Maybe she wasn't the same.

But she was.

She had a drink with Dean as they closed up, he smiled and offered her a ride home and, to Cas's disappointment, she said yes.

"Well." Said Sam as they left. "Won't be seeing her again."

"Guess not."

They were wrong though.

Next evening Meg strode in through the door, all smiles and chat and not so much as a single soulful glance at Dean.

Cas frowned at Sam, who just shrugged in return.

Dean on the other hand seemed quieter than usual. Every so often, Cas would see him watching Meg from a distance, as though trying to figure out something.

"I don't get it." Sam said as they closed up that night.

Dean had withdrawn to the office to count up the tills and Meg was over the other side of the bar, sweeping up and wiping down tables.

"I mean, she's not actively ignoring him right? …But it's like nothing happened?"

"Maybe nothing did." Suggested Cas.

"No. No, you see, if nothing had happened, Dean would be all over Meg right now, making sure it happened tonight! But … Nothing!"

"I think you're making too big a deal over this Sam."

"No man. This is like new territory. I've never seen him act like this."

"You could….. Talk to him?"

Sam laughed and slapped Cas on the shoulder.

"Talk to Dean. Yeah. Right."

Meg could hear them talking about her.

She swept under the tables with long easy strokes, not particularly bothered to be the object of such interest.

In fact she found it highly amusing.

Dean obviously had a reputation and it looked like she'd thrown a spanner in the works.

It was true.

He had driven her home, she'd found his obvious overtures towards her entertaining, and what the hell, he's a good looking guy and she could do with winding down, so she invited him in.

Putting the stools up on the table she smiled to herself.

He wasn't that bad in bed, she'd sleep with him again if the timing was right, but he didn't exactly provide her with a sexual epiphany, it had been….. Nice.

And after he'd tried to sell her some bullshit about respecting her and she'd just flicked ash from the end of her cigarette and laughed, smoke puffing from her nose.

"Dean. It's fine, really."

"What?"

She'd lain her hand on his shoulder and smiled.

"It's just sex Dean. You don't have to pretend it meant anything."

His face had been a comedy of shock, and it was only then that she realised he was used to having to roll out this spiel to girls who thought that maybe they should start picking out wedding venues because they'd opened their legs for the boss.

He'd left in a hurry and had pretty much avoided her all night.

Never mind.

It suited her just fine.

Glancing up she saw that Sam was gone and Cas was stood watching her, a slight frown creasing his brow.

She smiled and he flushed, realising he'd been caught staring, and hurriedly scooped up the cloths he'd been sorting and left the bar.

Yes.

She thought she might have some fun here.