Deans P.O.V

The girl was hot, I could tell that. I stared at her as she bent down to retrieve my beer hoping, almost begging to feel that spark of attraction. But I felt nothing. As she stood up her top slid down giving a fantastic view of her cleavage but still I felt nothing.

"Dammit," I sighed in frustration.

"Something up honey?" I looked up as she placed my beer on the table. She spoke with a sickly sensual voice and was leaning towards me trying to enhance her already ample chest. I put on an admiring tone before answering.

"Nothing at all, sweet thang." I spluttered slightly and made myself drink from the beer so that I wouldn't say anything else pathetic. I was really off my game tonight; normally I found it easy to play along, even if I felt nothing. But my year was almost over and there was only one thing I would miss and I couldn't stop thinking about it. But I had been doing this for years, sleeping with almost any girl that offered, I knew why of course. I was trying to fill the void they would never want to fill. I choked again slightly as I felt her hand travel slowly up my arm. I put on my game face, smiling at her as I looked up. I returned her lustful gaze, putting as much enthusiasm in to it as I possibly could. I shot a quick glance at Sammy sitting alone at the table, laptop on, book open. He just couldn't except that I was going to die. In all honesty I hoped like hell he would find something but I knew the chances were slim.

"My shifts about to end." She hinted with a slight purr. I wasn't really in the mood and although I could tell she was hot I couldn't feel it, but I did need to clear my head and it was a good excuse to leave the bar. I felt guilty leaving Sammy, I should be making the most of the time I had left with him, but the way he looked at me ripped me apart. The torture in his eyes, especially when I mentioned my coming deadline. I told her I just had to grab my coat. Sammy looked up at me just as I arrived at the table.

"Hey Sammy, instead of looking at the computer screen all day you should loosen up, have some fun," I added staring the bar maids legs in her short skirt.

"Dean we're on a hunt, it's not time for fun. I can't work out what we are dealing with here. Some help would be nice you know."

"Lighten up Sammy, all work and no play make Sam a very dull boy!" I chuckled. He straightened up and replied in a harsh tone.

"So, I have to do all the work again. Dean we are meant to be trying to save you while working this case. I can't handle all of this research alone!"

"Ohhh you'll live."

"Yeah, I might… but you won't." His tone changed suddenly going from bitter to crushed. Seeing Sammy like this was worse then any torture they could come up with in hell. So I did the only thing I knew how to do when it came to showing Sammy how much this hurt and scared me… I ran away.

"I'm off, don't wait up." I knew he would though; he always did, though he didn't know I knew. He always pretended to be asleep. As we walked out the bar, I slapped the bar maid on the arse before turning and winking to Sammy. I hoped he would laugh, but I knew him better then that. The kid just couldn't lighten up. He scowled back at me looking hurt and angry. I quickly looked forward and followed the girl out of the bar. I suddenly realised I didn't know her name. It didn't really matter, this time tomorrow and she would be nothing but a forgotten memory.

When we got back to her apartment she seemed eager, a bit too eager. She almost threw herself on me. I staggered back but responded to her as she kissed me. I had hoped that once I was away from Sam and his pain I would be able to enjoy myself but I didn't think that anymore. I couldn't stop thinking about Sammy and the fact that he was all but killing himself trying to save me. After a while I pulled back. I found myself looking at her hard, trying to force myself in to forgetting about my brother, trying to forget that he was the one thing I would miss when I left this world and also trying to forget the one thing I would forever regret not saying to him before I died. After several seconds of my staring she must have got bored as she threw herself back at me. I pushed her lightly away, before turning and grabbing my coat.

"I'm sorry, I can't do this." I muttered before leaving. I almost ran out of her building without looking back. I wandered around for an hour or two but I knew eventually I would have to go back and try my hardest to look Sammy in the eye and try to make him feel better, when there was nothing true I could say that would work.

I opened the door quietly, hoping he was asleep, but all the lights were on so I doubted it. I heard a gasp of pain coming from within the room and quickly swung the door wide open, to find Sam half lying on the floor clutching his head. I recognised the signs straight away, he was having another premonitions, he hadn't had one since yellow eyes. I rushed over; putting my arm around his shoulder, ignore how my skin tingled as it came in contact with his bare arm.

Sam?! Sam?! Are you alright, Sam?!" He cringed a bit but looked up at me. I saw the light come back into his eyes and knew he was back from whatever he had seen. His eyes were shining with an anticipation that I hadn't seen before, he looked at me with an expression I had been dying to see for years, an expression I longed for. Sammy raised himself a little and faster then I had ever seen his moved, connected his lips to mine for a short, sharp, brief second.