Word Count: words

Warnings: swearing

Summary: How Dean and the reader met.

AN: This is a tie in to one of my other stories - 'No Better' - and is reviewed a bit during the third chapter where Dean and the reader are at the dinner party and people are asking them how they had met… because they're 'dating'. As we all can assume, the version the pair gave to the guests was totally watered down - because nothing says freaky and kinky like meeting you boy toy while killing some vampires, am I right?

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, nor the characters used.

Kill of the Night

"Hey, I'm looking for Allen Pratt." Her voice rose towards the end, as if she were asking a question.

She hated when that happened.

"You've found him, Little Miss." The man behind the bar replied, gesturing at himself before going back to wiping down the counter. "What can I get ya?"

She thought for a moment. "Scotch mist." It was the first thing that came to her head. She probably wouldn't drink most of it, but she had to find some way to question the man without seeming suspicious - so a concerned and naïve patron would have to do.

"Coming right up." Soon a glass - filled somewhat with golden liquid and crushed ice - was handed to her on a coaster. She took a sip for show, mentally wincing as the alcohol ran a burning trail down her throat.

Yeah, she wasn't much of a drinker.

"So," She started, trying to wheedle herself into getting the insider information that this bartender had to have on the missing women. "Anything new about those girls?"

"Who's asking?" The bartender - Allen - countered suspiciously. So much for subtlety.

"A concerned citizen." She skirted around the question.

"Well, I'll tell you one thing." Allen began. "A pretty lady like yourself shouldn't be out and about on nights like these."

"Why's that?" She asked, hoping that with enough 'innocent bystander' thrown in, she'd get to the bottom of whatever the hell was happening in this town.

"All those women actually look similar to you , Little Miss." Allen answered. She knew this, but that hadn't stopped her from going after this hunt.

"Really?" She asked, faking intrigue into the subject that she already knew so much about.

"Oh yeah." Allen confirmed, falling into her web. Now she had him in the palm of her hand, willing to tell her anything and everything she would need to know about these disappearances and 'why she should stay away from them' - fat chance of that happening, but whatever made this bartender sleep at night.

"And the weird thing is, they were all at this bar the nights they each had gone missing." Now that she got him thinking about it, she noticed that he didn't seem to be stopping anytime soon.

As the bartender went on, she noticed a man sauntering up to her, beer in his hand.

"Let me buy you a drink." The man said, appearing at her side.

"No thanks." She refused, hoping that she still came off as polite - even if it was direct. She tried to ignore the man, while still listening to the bartender.

"Come here often?" The guy asked. She had to hold back from visibly rolling her eyes. She really didn't need nor want this right now. Not when she was on a case.

"Not really." She answered brusquely. She hoped that this guy would get the not so subtle hint and leave her alone. She looked back at Allen, only to have him walk away to help another patron. She was screwed. There was no way that she'd be able to shake this guy off.

"That's a damn shame, sweetheart." The guy drawled.

"I don't really think so."

"Hey, no need to be a bitch about it." She chose not to dignify that comment with a response.

Sadly, this guy decided that her silence was encouragement for him to continue, "So, you wanna see my car?"

"Is that code for something?" She found herself asking. If he used automobiles and their parts as euphemisms to something, she might get nauseous.

"Only if you want it to be, sweetheart." He winked at her and she looked around for Allen.

"Then I'm gonna have to say no to that one." Where the hell was that bartender? She might actually need another drink after this.

"C'mon. I just got a new paint job done on it." The smiled he gave her made her skin crawl. "It's a real beauty." She did not - under any circumstances - want to see his car. Even if it was so beautiful that it won Miss Universe, she would still never want to go anywhere near his car.

"Oh, I bet."

"I think a few drinks will get that stick out of your ass, then we'll check out my car." She wondered if that line actually worked on other girls around here. It disgusted her that this, this 'car guy' thought he could talk to her this way for a reason unknown to her.

"No-" She started strongly.

"But it's only out back in the parking lot." The guy interrupted her.

"Look, I said no."

"You won't be saying no once I get you into the backseat of my car, sweetheart."

She closed her eyes and counted to five - she didn't have enough time for ten - before she replied, "Please just leave me alone."

"Oh, come on. Why?" 'Car guy' just couldn't take a hint, could he?

"Because you're acting like a dick." She got up from her stool. "Now leave me alone."

"Hey!" He grabbed onto her wrist, trying to stop her from leaving. "No one leaves me until I'm done with them."

"Then I'll be the first." She tried to pull her wrist away from him, but his grip only tightened.

"I'm not done with you-"

"She told you to leave her alone." She heard someone say from behind her.

"I don't think that this involves you, pretty boy." 'Car guy' looked at something behind her right shoulder.

"Yeah, it kind of does." This mysterious guys countered. She looked around and there was a man behind her, having some kind of stand off with 'car guy'.

He was taller than she was and he stood with a certain je ne sais quoi about him - something that she couldn't put her finger on. But it felt familiar. Like she did - or at least should - know who he was. His eyes were the greenest that she had ever seen and his face had freckles dusted all over it and his lips. There were no words that she knew that would do his lips justice. 'Car guy' was right. This man was pretty. Absolutely attractive. Beyond beautiful. Honestly handsome. All these alliterations swam through her head as she took him in. He was the stuff of the gods that mortals were warned of in ancient Greek ballads.

"Are you okay?" He asked her in such a voice deep and rough like gravel. It took her a millisecond to realize that he was talking to her, wondering if everything was alright on her end. "You need help?"

"No, I can handle of myself here, thank you." So she was able to speak in front of this should-be model.

"I'm sure you can, but it would be my pleasure to take care of this guy for you." And the man stared at her, soft humor playing his freckled features as he implored her to allow him to save the day. She just looked at him, wondering what it was that he hoped to gain from this experience.

Did he think that the whole 'superhero saves the day' vibe would let him buy her a drink? And then possibly later sleep with him?

She just didn't know which one. But she did know that she didn't really want either of them now. Maybe when she was done with a case, but not during one.

"Alright." She gave in and as soon as she muttered that word, he seemed to stand up straighter. His gaze turned onto 'Car guy' and he slowly crossed the threshold. 'Car guy' stumbled back a little as the man got closer.

She had no idea what he did, but it worked. 'Car guy' practically ran off to the other side of the bar.

Maybe he thought he'd have better chances over by the jukebox or something.

"I'm Dean, the name of your knight in shining armour."

"You didn't have to do that." She commented as she took a burning sip of her drink.

Dean looked at her with an confident type of humor in his eyes. "And, as I said before, it was my pleasure to save the damsel in distress."

"I am so not a damsel in distress." She commented indignantly as he slipping onto the barstool next to hers. He motioned for the bartender to come over.

"What can I get you?" Allen inquired as he made his way over to the two.

"Whatever beer you've got." Dean answered, flashing a smile that probably made every girl in a ten mile radius swoon at his feet. "What do you want?" He asked, turning that charming smile onto her.

She frowned, incredulous to what angle he was playing at with her. "I'm fine." She angled herself away from him, hoping that he'd get the hint that she wasn't interesting in sleeping with him and that he'd further leave her alone if that was what he wanted from her.

"What's with the swiveling away?" He asked her, his light voice veiling the concern she could hear seeping through.

"It could have something to do with the fact that you tried buying me a drink after pushing another guy out of the way who wanted to do the same." She explained, refusing to turn around to face him.

She heard him chuckle her answer. "Fair enough." The odd nickname struck her and she turned around to look at the man next to her. No one had ever called her anything but her name before. Not even her parents. And she found that she liked the term coming from him, even if he was a complete stranger and probably used it on all the girls he met.

"You bet your ass it is, pretty boy." She returned, smirking when his smile fell momentarily.

It came back, though, and in full force. "You here alone?" He asked casually and she had to stop herself from rolling her eyes.

"Yep." She answered.

"You from around here?"

"Nope." She popped the p. "Just passing through."

"Really?" He asked and - from what she could tell - he seemed interested in what she was saying. "So am I. My partner and I just rolled into town ourselves."

"And your partner's okay with you flirting with someone else?" She asked, looking around for whomever the man next to her was talking about.

"No, I don't think he'd-" Dean stopped short and she felt him stiffen, looking at her in shock. "He's not my partner partner. We work together - he's actually my brother, you see." She followed his outstretched hand to a man shifting uncomfortably in one of the booths. He caught Dean's gesture and waved over at them shyly. "We're in town on business."

"What kind of business?" She asked, honestly intrigued with Dean and in not-partner.

"FBI stuff." He tried to answer casually, but that confident smirk on his face told her otherwise. "We're working a missing person's case at the moment." He expounded.

"Fascinating." She commented. Could it possibly be the same missing women that she was looking into? "What's the case like?" She asked, needing to know if the law was going to get in the way of her hint. She really did not need that right now.

"You really wanna know?" He asked, leaning in closer to her from his barstool.

She leaned in as well. "Really." She breathed out, feigning innocent wonder of what he was saying. He smiled like a cat that just ate the canary. She could tell exactly what was going through his mind and almost felt guilty at how she was practically playing this FBI agent like a fiddle. Almost.

"That information is classified." There was that damn smile again. "But I can make an exception for you, apple pie." She rolled her eyes, but smiled nonetheless at the albeit cute nickname. She wouldn't deny that it did something to her, making her chest tighten delightfully.

"There's been a pattern in this area of women going missing and then turning up the next morning dead." Dean continued.

"How did they die?" She asked. That was one of the things she didn't know yet, how the women died and who did it.

"Their bodies had been somehow drained of all their blood." She gasped, playing her role of an innocent bystander fairly well. "My partner and I believe that the perpetrator is a frequent customer at this bar, actually. We just don't know who." He answered. "Yet." He added, probably hoping to either make himself seem better or to ease her worries.

Which she had none of.

"That's intense." The hunter breathed out.

"You're right." He agreed. "You better stay safe, though. I know that I'd be devastated if something happened to you." He said after he leaned in closer to her.

"That's so sweet." She cooed, a smile sweet as honey shaping her lips.

"Just to be safe," Dean started, taking her by surprise as she gently held her hand in his larger one. He had put her in a trance. One that she found herself genuinely not wanting to leave. "Maybe I should give you a ride home."

Whoop. There it is.

She shook her head and pulled away. Their moment - if one could call it that - had ended.

"I think I'll be fine." She dismissed, sliding off her bar stool. "I can handle myself." She placed a couple bills down on the counter before walking away from the FBI agent.

She hoped that the imbecile with the pretty green eyes wouldn't get in her way.

She hoped to never see his face again, actually.

AN: Part one out of a three part companion piece to 'No Better' has been officially done! I'm like a steamroller.

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~Becca