Summary: Dean is on his own when John goes off on a hunt and decides to find a case for himself, that's when he meets Beverly, a hitch-hiker who somehow manages to convince Dean to bring her along. "Why should we have any responsibilities? We're practically still kids! We should be having one night stands, falling in love and just getting in the car and driving anywhere and everywhere. This is the time to be young and stupid! This is our time!"

N/A: So this is a Dean/OC story and it begins before the series starts, if you hadn't guessed by my summary.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.

If I could, then I would; I'll go wherever you will go. Way up high or down low; I'll go wherever you will go.
- Wherever You Will Go, The Calling

Dean

Found a case in Ohio. Call you when it's done. Find a case.

- Dad

That was the note that John Winchester left on the desk in the tiny motel room that he was sharing with his son.

Dean hadn't thought much of it. His father had been going on solo hunts more frequently than not ever since his youngest son 'quit' the family business and went off to Stanford, leaving Dean to hunt on his own or wait for John to come back.

Dean had just simply packed up his things and went out to the Impala that his father had left for him, threw the bag in the trunk and left the tiny town, watching it disappear in the rear view mirror.

Half an hour into his trip, Dean turned on the cassette player and a smile came to his face when Survivor's 'Eye of the Tiger' came on. He hadn't heard the song in what seemed like forever even though the cassette sat in his car collecting dust.

"Risin' up," Dean started. "Back on the street. Did my time, took my chances...Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet. Just a man and his will to survive. So many times, it happens too fast. You trade your passion for glory."

Dean tapped his fingers on the steering wheel as he drove, music never failed to bring up his mood. "Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past, you must fight just to keep them alive."

Just as he was ready to move into the kick-ass chorus, something on the side of the road caught his eye, but he was too far to see what it was. He stopped the tape and focused on the figure on the side of the road until he was nearly twenty feet away and now realized what it was.

It was a woman, maybe early twenties like Dean. He couldn't tell what color her eyes were from so far away naturally, but he could see just a bout everything else.

Her brown hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail and her denim shorts were cut raggedly and cut high , right along with her painted American flag tank top. She had a green jacket tied around her waist, and a brown rucksack was sitting on the ground next to her worn brown ankle cowboy boots.

From the thumb she had waving at him, Dean came to the conclusion that she was a hitchhiker.

He thought about just driving past her, but she was hot, and Dean wasn't exactly known for his good judgement when it came to the female species.

He slowed the Impala down and stopped a few feet ahead of her. Through his rearview mirror Dean saw he pick up her bag from the ground before walking to the car and getting into the front seat. She tossed her bag into the backseat before turning to face Dean who, upon closer inspection, realized her eyes were a nice honey brown color and he could see tinges of red in her hair.

"How far do you need go?" He asked and she grinned at him.

"Where are you going?"

"Lebanon." She nodded.

"Then I'm going to Lebanon." She said pulling the door close.

Dean pulled away from the side of the road and continued on driving down the road. The brunette in his passenger seat could only stare out of the window at the passing trees for so long before the silence became awkward. Dean tried to fix it by turning on the radio, but quickly switched it off when the beginning of a Spice Girls song began playing.

Silence lasted for another five minutes before the brunette spoke. "I'm Beverly." She introduced and Dean glanced over at her.

"Dean Winchester." Her eyebrows went up.

"Like the gun?" He nodded. "Groovy." Dean grimaced.

"Did you just say groovy?" He asked looking over at her. "Who says groovy anymore?" Beverly scoffed.

"It's not my fault." She claimed. "I was raised by hippies. Those kind of things are hardwired into my brain." She held up two fingers in the peace sign. "Peace, love, happiness and all that crap." Dean couldn't help, but laugh and Beverly hit him on the shoulder. "Don't laugh!"

Dean shook his head. "I'm not." He claimed looking over at her. "But this explains the tie-dye." Beverly looked down at her tank top and then back at Dean who had returned his eyes to the road.

"And who raise you, Mr. I'm-Too-Good-For-The-Spice-Girls?" She asked. "You look like a cross between Smoky the bear and the guy off the Bounty towels wrapper."

"Hey!" Dean said. "Smoky raised me the best he could." Beverly let her head fall back against the head rest as she laughed.

"You're not what I was expecting at all." She confessed and he quirked an eyebrow.

"And what were you expecting when you jumped into a stranger's Impala?" Beverly shrugged.

"Some hard ass who couldn't take a joke." She confessed. "That's what I usually get, but I honestly figured that you'd try and hit on me, that's also what I usually get."

Dean pursed his lips. "Well the night's not over." He reminded her and she shook her head. After a moment or two of silence, a thought popped into Dean's head. "So..." He began. "What's a girl like you doing hitch-hiking her way to Lebanon?"

"A girl like me?" Beverly asked. "What do you mean a girl like me?"

"A girl who was raised by hippies and doesn't think there's anything wrong with tie-dye or the Spice Girls." Dean joked before shaking his head. "No, I mean a girl like you, who seems like she just...doesn't know where she's going."

Beverly shrugged. "I don't." She admitted. "Know where I'm going, I mean. I'm just..." She she shook her head, not bothering to even lift it from the headrest. "Floating, I guess."

"Any particular direction?" She shook her head again.

"No...but I figure I'll probably know when I get there, right?"She turned her head towards him. "What about you?" Beverly asked. "You know where you're going?"

Dean shook his head. "Most likely to hell, but I figure I've got a decade or two before I get there." The grin returned to Beverly's face as her brown eyes searched Dean's.

"Well then..." She said as he glanced over at her. "I guess, I'll keep you company until then."

N/A: So that was chapter one. You've met Dean and Beverly and you can kind of see where their heads are at this point in the story.

Just you you know, the story stars a couple of years before the series. Let's say around the time Sam went off to college. Any questions put in the form of a review will be answered next chapter, but do feel free to PM me if needed or wanted.