Hello lovely! This is my first ever Supernatural fanfic and I'm super excited. This story doesn't really follow the Supernatural plot but takes place during season 1! Constructive criticism and chapter ideas are always welcome but please be nice! Without further ado, please enjoy!

I do not own anything but Drew!

[Dean]

"Sammy," I stated upon exiting the small bathroom of the run-down motel room we had booked for the night. My brother arched an eyebrow up in response, barely glancing at me over his computer. "I need a drink."

"So go get one," Sam shrugged. "You've got the keys."

"Come on, nerd," I said, closing the laptop on Sam. "You look like you could use one too." Sam rolled his eyes but didn't argue. He closed the door behind us and trailed behind me to my most prized possession, my baby, my 1967 Chevy Impala. Led Zeppelin's Living Loving Maid (She's Just a Woman) was vaguely heard under the sweet purr of Baby's engine. I flashed a grin in Sam's direction as he rolled his eyes and settled into his seat.

"Chin up!" I exclaimed, giving Sam a light punch in the shoulder. "We're gonna go drink some beer and forget this whole day even happened."

"Alright, Dean," Sam said, rolling his eyes again. I turned the volume up as the song changed to Ramble On. A few minutes later, we arrived at the bar. It was a beach themed bar, making me feel like I was in Hawaii rather than California. It wasn't our usual bar scene, as it was a small indoor area for drinks with several tables and a dance floor outside next to the beach, but I figured it would be a good place to pick up chicks. Heaven knows Sammy and I could both use some action.

Sam immediately seemed to perk up when the bartender handed us our beers. We stayed at the bar stools and drank. We had finished up a relatively easy hunt. It was simply a single ghost haunting a small house occupied by a small family. Ghosts were the easy part. Dealing with the people was hard. After managing to survive an overly talkative and nervous mother who demanded she come with us and her husband to get rid of the ghost, anyone would need a beer. Or four.

A girl sighed as she sat down on the bar stool next to me. She set her clutch down on the table and sat silently, waiting for the bartender to finish up the orders of the people ahead of her. She was beautiful in a fierce and sexy way. She had dirty blonde hair that hung to the middle of her back in curls. Through the mirror, I could see her intense blue eyes as they watched her fiddling thumbs. She pursed her cherry red lipstick covered lips as she looked up at the bartender. She was dressed in a small, tight black dress-my favorite-that accentuated her chest and went down to just past her butt. She was wearing red heels that crisscrossed in a complicated pattern around her ankles.

"Chardonnay," I said. She looked at me.

"Excuse me?" she asked, with a slight Southern drawl.

"You look like a Chardonnay kinda girl," I smirked as I took a sip of my beer.

"Coke, actually," she smirked back, looking up at the bartender when he walked over. He nodded when he heard and turned back to get her drink.

"So tell me, Chardonnay," I turned towards her. I heard Sam's amused scoff as he stood up to go who knows where.

"The name's Drew," she told me, a small, amused smile still spread across her face.

"Dean," I smiled, shaking her hand. Her soft skin was a sharp contrast to my rough, callused hands. "So Chardonnay, what's a pretty girl like you doing here all by yourself?"

She laughed lightly. "Just hoping some desperate guy will try hitting on me."

"Well I hate to break it to you," I grinned, taking another sip of my beer. "I'm not hitting on you."

"Oh?" she lifted an eyebrow as she took a sip of her Coke.

"I just wanna dance," I smirked, holding out my hand. She let out another light laugh and shook her head. She placed a $5 under her half finished Coke and took my hand. I led her out to the small dance floor of the beach bar and brought her in close. Point one for Dean Winchester. We took a step and she stumbled a little.

"Sorry," she muttered, blushing.

"Women usually don't fall for me until at least the second song," I teased. She looked up at me, eyes wide and mouth open.

"I'm not used to heels!" she exclaimed, stepping away from me. A smile tugged at her lips as I pulled her back into me.

"We'll see about that," I whispered in her ear. She leaned into me, the curves of her body melting into mine. Definitely gorgeously sexy. One song turned into multiple and I quickly lost track of time. Not hard when the sexiest girl in the bar was dancing with me. Point two Dean.

"What do you say we get out of here?" I whispered into her ear. A soft giggle escaped her lips.

"And do what?" she whispered back, nipping lightly at my ear, which sent excited chills down my spine.

"Whatever you want," I answered, a little louder this time.

"Well I hate to break it to you," she pouted, "but I'm not that kinda girl." She stepped away, trailing her fingers slowly along my arm. She bit her lip slightly and winked at me. I couldn't help but smile back. She walked away, her hips swaying.

"It was nice to meet you, Dean," she waved, only slightly turning to look back at me as she walked away. I laughed and shook my head. Point one Chardonnay.

[Drew]

I walked away from Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome extremely giddy. The way I acted surprised even me. With every boyfriend, every crush, I had never been so flirty-or so teasing-with any boy. It was a moment of confidence. Mama always said with the right dress and heels, you can do anything. And at that moment, all I wanted to do was take off my heels and makeup, and curl up in some sweats.

"But was he really into me?" I thought, with a small smile tugging at my lips. For a split moment, I considered turning around and going back to dance with Dean. But he was incredibly attractive and clearly wanted some action. He wouldn't have a problem with finding another girl and had probably already found one to woo. I sighed and continued to my car. It was only a 5-minute drive from the bar to my one bedroom apartment. I hummed AC/DC's Highway to Hell as I entered my apartment and took of my heels. My feet thanked me. I wasn't used to wearing heels or dressing up. Being a girl was so difficult.

I changed into leggings and a gray t-shirt, pulling my dirty blonde hair into a high ponytail. With a makeup wipe, I took off the red lipstick and mascara I was wearing. I quickly washed my face to remove the residue and walked out into the kitchen. It was nearly 2 in the morning but I was wide-awake and hungry. I put some popcorn in the microwave and settled down into the couch, scrolling through my phone.

Nearly 15 minutes later, a loud knock sounded from the door. It was enough to make me jump and spill popcorn all over the floor.

"Jeez," I muttered to myself. The knock sounded from the door again, louder this time.

"Coming!" I answered quickly, wondering who would be knocking at my door so late. I opened the door and a man I didn't recognize stood there.

"Can I help you?" I asked slowly. He didn't answer, simply taking a step towards me.

"Sir," I said nervously. "What do you want?" He took another step. His eyes seemed to look pure black. Panicking, I threw the door closed but the strange man held his arm out to keep the door from closing. I quickly ran to the counter where my keys were stashed and pulled out my pepper spray, spinning around to spray it directly in his eyes. He staggered back for a moment, but shook his head and continued towards me. I backed away, trying to spray him again. He closed his eyes but didn't stop.

In a last desperate attempt, I threw the bottle at him and ran towards the front door. He was right on my heels up until the doorway-a solid 4 feet, go me. He swooped me up in his arms and I shrieked. He threw me over his shoulder and I kicked wildly against him. I threw my fists against his back and squirmed as much as possible, hoping to at least loosen his grip on me. He was unfazed. Fear coursed through me as I struggled to accept that this could really be the end of me.

A dark car pulled up in front of us, it's bright headlights casting a long shadow on the ground below me. I screamed for help, silently begging this car brought my saviors. A gunshot went off and an inhuman wail escaped the man's lips. He staggered back slightly but continued to run. Another shot went off and my captor halted abruptly. The sudden stop caused my still-in-motion head to pound against his shoulder blade. He threw me off of him-literally threw me off with strength I didn't know a human could possess-and into a large van. I grunted as I heard the collision of my body with metal and then the large thud of my bones connecting with concrete. Another gunshot went off.

"Exorcizamus te, Omnis Immundus Spiritus-" My captor's inhuman screech filled the night. I pulled my head up to see two silhouettes opposite the man who abducted me. "Omnis Satanica Potestas, Omnis Incursio Infernalis-" My kidnapper's head flew back as a thick black cloud left his screaming mouth. He fell limp.

I screamed, covering my mouth quickly with my hand. Short, heavy breaths entered and exited my lungs with painful speed. The two figures walked towards me.

"St-stay away from me," I whimpered, trying to pull myself away. My scraped palms and twisted ankle cried in protest.

"We aren't going to hurt you," the taller of the figures told me, holding his hands up.

"Y-you just killed that man," I cried. "What was that?"

"It wasn't a man," the second figure said, his voice oddly familiar.

"Then what was it?" I whimpered again, realizing the impact with the ground had also sprained my wrist.

"It was a demon."

I scoffed. "You're crazy. Get away from me or I'll call the cops."

"You're hurt. Let us help you."

"I'm not letting you anywhere near me," I hissed. I pulled myself up off the ground to prove I was fine. I took one step on my injured ankle and quickly fell over. One of my saviors/potential killers caught me before I could hit the ground.

"Now this is familiar, wouldn't you say so, Chardonnay?" he asked me.

"Dean?!" I asked, shooting a look up at him. I struggled against him. "Let me go."

"We aren't going to hurt you, I promise," he said, helping to steady me on my feet. "He was going to kill you. We just kept him from doing that."

I looked over to the limp body on the cement, sprawled out in unnatural angles. I kept a hand on Dean's arm. He was right. If they hadn't shown up, who knows what he would have done to me.

"Thank you," I said slowly. "I-I don't want to know what would have happened if you guys didn't save me."

"It's kind of what we do," the other man shrugged. "I'm Sam. I'm Dean's brother."

"Thank you, Sam," I told him. I tried to take a step, but my injured ankle gave out underneath me once again.

"There's no way you're getting anywhere on your own," Dean told me, wrapping an arm around my waist. "Come on."

"Wait, but I live right there," I turned, pointing at my small apartment from the street.

"It's not safe for you there anymore," Sam said. "There are more where that guy came from."

"Where am I supposed to go then?"

"With us. You'll be safe," Dean said, guiding me to his car. Mama warned me about strangers. She told me to never get into a stranger's car. And despite every bit of reason screaming at me to not get in the car, somehow I felt safe. So I followed.

Dean situated me in the backseat, while he took the driver's seat and Sam took the passenger's. I leaned forward and stuck my hand out to Sam.

"I'm Drew, nice to meet you," I said, shaking his hand. I turned to Dean. "Your name really is Dean right?" He smiled and nodded.

"Now why would I lie about that?" he chuckled.

"Just trying to make friends with the men who abducted me second," I sighed, leaning back into my seat.

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