A/N: Hi, all! Sorry it took so long for me to write this out. I had planned on taking a break from this story to work on my other ones but this wouldn't let me stop writing. So, now, on with the first chapter of LINSTBTL Part 2!

Having been rejected once makes someone not so afraid of being rejected again. It makes them almost fearless, daring, and outgoing. But your mind never lets you not think about that one person. I hate to say it but this whole possibility of 'love' really messes with a person. Have you ever heard of the saying 'Distance makes the heart grow fonder'? Well, I think that's exactly what happened to us. This sucks.

6 months after LINSTBTL Part 1---------------------------------------------------------------

Dean and Sam Winchester were currently staying in another motel.

They – more as Sam – kept in touch with Viviane. The nineteen year old who's life had come crashing down in one night. Now, she was just like them. On her own – she was hunting by herself – and her parents were killed by a demon (Now Bobby was the only family she had left. Just like them.) And she was a wrapped up in hunting as they were.

She was currently in Florida again – Sam and Dean were worried about what being back there would would do to her – on a case that pointed to a ghost, and nasty one at that. She had called them a month ago to get more information on who the ghost was, Sam offered for them to go help her but she refused saying that she 'could handle it'. They weren't convinced but they let it go.

Dean was surprised that hadn't called Sam in about a month. (She usually called once every two weeks) And he was starting to get worried. But he would never say anything to Sam – who against his will repeated everything to him whatever Viviane told Sam – he was still trying to convince Sam that there is nothing between Viviane and him. (More like convincing himself)

While he was busy worrying about Viviane his phone went off playing a Black Sabbath song letting him know it was Bobby. He fished it out of his pocket and flipped it open, pressing it to his ear.

"Hey, Bobby. What's cookin'?" He settled himself onto the crappy bed beside Sam's who was putting his shoes on. It was seven-thirty-four in the morning and they were just about to head out.

"Have you boys heard from Viviane yet?" Bobby asked, worry thick in his voice.

"Not for about a month...why?"

"Dammit!" Bobby hissed into the phone. "Because that's the last time I heard from her, too. I'm getting' worried, Dean. She usually calls at least two or three times a month."

As Bobby spoke Dean felt a lump develop in his throat and the blood drain from his face. If he hadn't already been sitting on the bed he would've collapsed.

"Dean? Ya still there?" He heard Bobby ask anxiously through the phone.

Dean swallowed hard. "Yeah, I'm still here." His voice sounded dead.

By this time Sam had both of his shoes on and moved off of his bed to in front of Dean who was staring into space. 'What's going on?' Sam mouthed to him. Dean held up a hand to him. He had to concentrate on what Bobby was saying, not Sam.

"The last time I heard from her was that she was investigating a major haunting in Florida."

Dean nodded even though he knew that Bobby could see it. His brain wasn't functioning correctly. All he could think about was Viviane could be in danger and that he had to save her. Reason was the only thing that kept him from jumping off the bed and speeding off in the Impala as fast as he could to Florida.

"That was the last time we knew where she was, too." Dean said. He kept trying to gain control of his voice but it kept cracking and he would go quiet. Man, that girl messed him up!

"Now, you know I wouldn't normally ask this of you boys but you're closer than I am and I'm worried about her. Do you think you guys could go down there and see if you can get a hold of her?"

His body slumped with relief. Finally an excuse to see her. It was tough for him to only know what was going on through what Sam told him. He knew he told her that it couldn't happen but he was beginning to run out of reason why it couldn't.

"Yeah, we'll go. We were just about to leave anyway." He said getting up and hurriedly packing away his things as he moved around the room.

"Thanks, Dean." Bobby sighed.

"No problem, Bobby. I'll call you once we find her." He promised.

"You be sure to do that."

"I will."

"Bye, Dean." Bobby said.

"See ya, Bobby." Dean heard a click on the other line followed by a dial tone. He flipped his phone shut and shoved it back into his jeans pocket.

"C'mon. We gotta hurry. Bobby hasn't heard anything from Viviane since we have." Dean informed Sam as he finished packing.

"So, where are you going? Florida?" Sam asked as he mirrored Dean and started packing his own things as well.

"Yeah, we'll start there, then if we don't find her we'll see what we can find and go from there." Dean told him.

When Dean was done packing he grabbed the keys to the room they were staying in and their duffel bags – ignoring Sam's protests - and ran out the door with Sam following close behind him. When he passed the front desk he threw the keys onto the desk and strode out of the front door and straight for the Impala. He quickly opened the trunk and threw his and Sam's duffle bags into it and slammed it down to close it.

He didn't waste any time clamoring into the driver's seat, barely waiting for Sam to get in and shut the door, to start the noisy '67 and getting out of the driveway and onto the road faster than was possible.

He barely missed the curb in his haste and heard Sam suck in a breath when he was hanging into the door handle so as to not be thrown around by the cars jerking. If this was about anything else he would've laughed at Sam's expression.

But he couldn't laugh at a time like this. He had to hurry to Florida and he had to make sure Viviane was okay. He wanted to hear her voice again, he wanted to see her and grip her face in his hands. He wanted to feel her lips moving softly yet urgently against his. He was soon lost in his thoughts as he remembered their last moment together.

"Dean! Are you listening?!" Sam shouted at him from the passenger seat.

Dean jumped from surprise and looked at Sam. "Yeah, I'm listening!" He protested.

Sam huffed. He obviously knew he was lying. "Whatever, Dean. Look, Viviane said she was working a night shift at a local bar. When we get there we should see if she's there."

"A bar?" Dean didn't like the sound of her working at a bar with a lot of filthy men who'll do nothing but stare and possibly grab her.

The thought of someone else's hands on her made him make a tight grip on the steering wheel and ground his teeth together. He would be damned before he let anyone else touch her.

"Yes, Dean, a bar. If we hurry we should be able to get there by ten." Sam replied.

"And did she by any chance tell you the name of this 'bar'?" Dean asked skeptically.

He couldn't believe that Viviane would go work a night – shift at a bar. He was beginning to think maybe Sam made this whole story up to get him jealous. Well, if that was plan, it was working.

"Yes a matter of fact, she did." Sam pouted. "It's called 'Tooley's'."

Even the name screamed fake, let alone the fact that Viviane isn't old enough to drink yet.

Damn! There's the first reason why it can't happen. She's about nine years younger than he is. She just barely was over the legal limit when they first met. Granted she's twenty now, he's still twenty-nine.

Wanting to get his mind off of that particular subject he asked Sam, "Tooley's? That's an interesting name for a bar."

Sam shrugged. "That's what she told me." He insisted.

"Fine." Dean grumbled. It still pissed him off that she always called Sam and never once called him. Probably the reason is the way you rejected her by saying no then when she kissed you did you push her away? No! You kiss her right back then tell her no. Way to go, Dean! He argued with himself for a while on the matter.

He had to admit, he screwed up, and he really couldn't blame her for not wanting to talk to him.

"So, we're going there?" Asked Sam.

"Yeah, we'll go. But only to make sure she's okay. This isn't going to be a social visit. If we see she's okay then we leave." He warned Sam. It was more for himself than for Sam though...

"Right." Sam rolled his eyes at him.

"What?" Dean shot Sam a confused look.

"We both know that the only one who would make it a 'social visit' is you." Sam told him.

"What? No. I wouldn't." Dean rambled. But he knew Sam got him.

Could he keep himself from saying something to her rather than doing exactly what he told Sam to do? Hew would have to. Otherwise he didn't know if he could keep his head straight, he might do something they'd both regret, and he didn't mean Sam.

They had been driving so long that they had taken a few pit stops for gas and food and every so often they would take turns driving.

This surprised Dean that he actually let someone besides himself drive his baby. But he had to get some more sleep so they could concentrate on the possible case ahead. He hoped Viviane was okay but in a way he didn't because he wanted to talk to her. Even though he shouldn't he did. She was taking over almost all of his thoughts ever since that call from Bobby.

"Hey, Dean! Wake up!"

Dean shot up and hit his head on the roof of the Impala. He was dazed for a bit but after the Impala stopped spinning he realized that it was dark and humid outside. (The windows were down)

"Are we there?" Dean asked groggily as he sat up straight in the passenger seat.

"Yup. Look, that was the motel Viviane and I stayed at right before...." and he broke off.

Dean closed his eyes trying not to remember that horrific night. But flashes of Viviane cut up and bloody leaked into his thoughts. He never forgave himself for letting that happen to her.

"And there's a pool! Man, I would've loved a swim right now." Sam complained.

Dean opened his eyes and stared straight ahead. Sam was trying to unnoticeably change the subject. Dean just grunted in response. Not working, Sam!

"What time is it?" Dean asked him.

"Ummm," Sam shot a glance at his watch on his wrist, "It's about....ten-thirty."

"How long 'till we get to 'Tooley's'?" Dean asked.

"Not for another twenty minutes, Dean." Sam sighed.

"Great." He groaned.

"Well, why don't you try Viviane's cell? See if you can get a hold of her?" Sam offered.

Dean wanted to get a hold of her but not in the way Sam was thinking.

"Yeah, right," Dean scoffed, "Like she'd wanna talk to me."

Out of the corner of his eye, Dean noticed that Sam clenched his jaw and tightened his hold on the Impala's steering wheel.

Why was he so mad?

"Just try, Dean. It couldn't hut anything." Sam pressed.

"Yes it could, my pride." Dean shot.

"Well, forget about your damn pride for a minute, Dean, just call her and see if she answers. And no hanging up if she does." Sam insisted.

Dean also noticed how the street and everything around the Impala seemed to be going by them increasingly faster. Dean shot a look at the speedometer and was shocked to see what it read. They were going about ninety miles per hour on a road that had a speed limit of twenty five. If Sam didn't slow down they were going to get pulled over.

"Okay, okay, jeez, Sam, I'll call her. Just...slow down a bit. You crash my baby I'll kill you." He threatened.

The trees around them started to actually be trees again instead of blurs around them. "Okay, call her, use my cell. Speed dial number five." Sam told him.

Dean grabbed Sam's phone and pressed five. Holding it to his ear he heard beeps followed by a familiar voice.

"Hello, you've reached Viviane. I can't get to the phone right now but if it's an emergency contact Bobby Singer, he can help. If not leave a message......Beep!"

Dean sighed. He was contemplating whether or not to leave a message. But he decided it couldn't hurt. He sucked in a breath and hoped he didn't sound corny.

"Hey, Viviane, it's Dean. You haven't called Sam or Bobby in a month and we're all getting worried. I know hunting is a big job but you could at least call them once in a while. Well....I would like to hear from you too, once in a while. I, uh.....I....Well, just call us or Bobby and let us know how you're doing. See ya." After he was done with his message he snapped Sam's phone shut.

He sighed to himself.

He chickened out. He was going to tell her that he wanted to hear from her every day at least. But, he wasn't really the best person to display feelings. So, he left it like that.

Hopefully, she got the message and called Bobby. So he wouldn't have to see her and he wouldn't have to make a decision about whether or not to just take her with them.

"Voicemail?" Sam asked sympathetically.

Dean nodded. "Yeah, I left her a message. Hopefully, she'll call either us or Bobby when she gets it." If she gets it. Then he mentally kicked himself for even thinking she wouldn't. She would get the message, hopefully.

"Well, we don't really have time to find out because we're here." Sam said as he pulled the Impala into a nearly deserted parking lot.

There weren't a lot of cars in the parking lot. But enough to say the bar itself wasn't about to be going out of business.

They both got out of the car and slammed the doors in synch.

Sam strode into the bar first and hadn't walked in two feet until he stopped short.

Dean ended up crashing into him. "Hey! Why'd you stop for?!"

Then he looked up and saw what Sam's eyes where glued to. "Hey! Look! Strippers!" Dean face instantly lit up and moved towards them.

Sam shot out an arm to stop him. "Dean....look at the girl on the right." Sam said with his voice strained.

Dean looked and what he saw both excited him and made him want to murder someone.

Stripper number three was none other than Viviane Singer.