Chapter 1:

Taylor smirked, 'Ok fella's I'm saying I'll hit bull's eye.' The guys laughed. She'd pretended to be all prissy and girly when she'd arrived at the bar but the idea of someone betting on a game of darts let alone putting on $100 on it had made her competitive nature rise to the challenge.

Concentrating on the red circle she threw the dart. It flew straight and true and hit the centre instantly she smiled as the men around her hushed. 'Well that was fun.'

Holding out her hand the guy called Simon or Steve she couldn't remember paid her the hundred bucks. 'Thanks hun.' She winked and moved back towards the bar. Simon walked behind her.

'So how did you do that?' She smiled. His brown eyes flickered with what she could only call lust.

'Well I practice a lot...' She smiled as she beckoned him closer and he leant forward eager to hear so she whispered for effect, 'With knives.'

His face fell in fact he looked a little startled at that admission. She was hoping he'd just move away and leave her alone. She wanted to go now things were just a little too close and personal. 'It's been a great evening but I just want to go back to my motel so I'll see you around.'

She shifted away from the bar and meandered towards the door. Tomorrow she'd have to be ready for the long drive somewhere or rather anywhere. Right now she needed sleep. Wrapping the scarf around her throat she walked quickly across the small car park but suddenly she turned as she heard the familiar rumble of a car pulling into the car park.

Turning in the direction of the sound she saw a black car park up. '1967 Chevrolet Impala that only means one person Dean Winchester. Great!' She walked purposefully across the front of the car and took a sneaky look. 'Crap!' Both guys watched her. She attempted to cover her face with her scarf as she watched Dean and Sam. Both of them were looking out of the window as she passed the other said something to the other. Dean tilted his head and so did Sam. She smiled to herself as she thought perhaps they were staring at her ass because that's what Dean would do.

Dean's face began to show signs of recognition he was halfway out the door about to speak to her but she picked up the pace. She didn't want to be seen by Dean he was the last person she needed to see. 'Carry on walking.'

'Dean is that?' Sam asked as he watched the retreating figure.

'Yeah Sam I think it is.' Watching her walk away he smiled, 'this is about to get a little more interesting Sammy.'

Flashback to two years ago:

'You want to take me on?' Dean turned his head towards the sound of this amazing voice. The voice was almost as beautiful as the girl that stood in front of him. She was wearing a red leather jacket and some tight black jeans. Her short brown hair and big blue eyes immediately got his attention as did her round oval face with a luscious red that flush across her cheeks.

Smiling Dean stared at her, 'You sure? I'm pretty competitive.' She smiled again showing perfect white teeth.

'Well you haven't met me yet.' Dean snorted.

'Name's Dean.' She smiled widely.

'My name's Taylor. So how about racking the table up?' She shrugged out of the jacket and stood waiting. She stared at his body. Perfectly toned and extremely gorgeous she was surprised that she'd had the guts to speak to him. Her body called out to him. She stood with her hands on her hips and he noticed she had a cute habit of biting and chewing her lips when she concentrated.

The game didn't last long. Their bodies had rubbed and brushed against one another. The tingling sensation he'd felt as soon as they touched lingered on his body long after she'd moved.

He'd offered to walk her to her motel and kissed her fiercely just inside the door. She'd responded instantly the fire inside of her licked almost set her aflame. The smell of her skin as he breathed in the smell of her hair and fragrance and the way her laugh and how her skin erupted in goose bumps almost caused him to explode as they headed straight for the bedroom.

He'd found out that she was a hunter simply because they had turned up on the scene of their hunt shortly after they had arrived searching out a vampire nest. Bumping into her literally he'd turned and saw her she was wearing the tight leather jacket he'd met her first off. Smiling at Dean she whispered, 'Hey tiger.'

He'd laughed. She'd helped them out no end and their union afterwards was more powerful, urgent and exciting. Exhausted but exhilarated Dean knew that she was the one.