"This is never gunna work ya' know!" Bekky said, looking at me like I was crazy. Maybe I was, but we had to give it a shot.

"Have a little faith and chill!" I sighed; I hate it when she freak's out on me.

"They're Winchesters! We'd have a better chance at completing mission impossible."

"Please, if Tom Cruise can do it we can. It's easy Bekky! You keep Sam occupied and I'll take care of Dean, if I need your expertise then I'll holler ok? Then we can leave once we have the impala keys."

"Ok, ok! I'm gunna go over to Sam; give it a couple of minutes."

As she picked up her southern comfort and lemonade I started to have my doubts too. What if this does go wrong? To get him to bet the impala I was going to have to bet something too, and I sure knew what dean would want from me... if I lost I would have to give it to him... I mentally shook myself out of the negative zone I was in. Come on girl! My positive voice said this is what you've been preparing for. There's no way this will go wrong. You both look drop dead gorgeous(not that I'm vain or anything! But my mama always used to say love what you were given)and deans pissed. This is gunna be a good night.

When I'd given Becky enough time I picked up my beer and made my way over to dean. He was sat in a circular booth in a relaxed position staring at his beer. He looked kinda cute like that... Kinda.

"Hey there hot shot, room for another?" Dean looked up at me and his face brightened up. He gave me a drunken smile which made him look like a little boy who had just gotten his favourite bike for Christmas. "What's your name?" I asked, even though I knew.

"The names Dean. Is your name as sexy as you?"

"Kristina" I decided I would give him my real name since he gave me his. As I sat down I tried not to roll my eyes as I caught him staring at my boobs. God did I hate it when guys do that! It made me wanna shoot him in the ass. I'll remember that for later.

"You play poker? Cuz if you do then don't join the game going on now. They have no idea what they're doing! The stakes are too low and it's like they're playing solitaire or something." Even though I was looking at the poker game in the far corner, where there was a small crowd with smoke whispering around their heads, I could tell by the way that Dean's body weight had shifted that he was impressed.

I was right. When I looked back at him he was facing me with his mouth wide open.

"You play poker?" he asked in utter disbelief

"Yeah. Something wrong with that?" I couldn't help but get defensive, after all, was it a crime for a girl to be able to play poker?

"Can I ask you a question?" he asked, his tone had gone from disbelief to amazement.

"You just did." Stop being a bitch the voice in my head screamed... sure go ahead."

"Fucking marry me!"

"WHAT?" I almost shouted. After all when a guy says that, you don't know what to do, I wasn't sure to either run away or laugh.

"Marry me."

I made up my mind and laughed. I laughed so hard that I was starting to cry. When I finally had enough control to look up at Dean his face was confused and maybe a little hurt.

"Sweetheart, you don't know a thing about me."

"You're drop dead gorgeous and you play poker. That all I need to know... you're perfect."

It suddenly dawned on me a better and easier way to get the impala keys from him. I wasn't going to use my poker skills. Because like he said, I'm drop dead gorgeous. I scooted myself next him and put my leg on top of his.

"You think I'm gorgeous?" I asked as I played with his necklace. He grinned at me like the little boy he was earlier. I moved myself onto his lap so I was straddling him and put my hands on his waist. His face was a perfect picture of amazement. Wow, was I really that pretty... give yourself a break. He would still be looking at you like that if you were ugly Betty!

"You know what would make me even more perfect?" I whispered in his ear. "That I was a hunter too."

Dean bolted upright, his face had gone from dozy cute little boy to a confused and guarded adult.

"How do you know about that?" his tone was uptight. I slid off his lap so I was standing beside him.

"Because I am one." I simply said. I left him there staring at my back as I walked away with the impala keys concealed between my clutch and hand.

"Dean Winchester. You really have no idea..."