Supernatural –

Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to this story, I just want to play with the guys for a bit. A nod of appreciation to Meredith Brooks and her song "Bitch".

This story takes place during season two sometime before "Hunted".

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The bar was smoky and crowded. While it had people of all ages and walks of life, Dean was happy to see the majority of the people were college coeds. College coeds meant hot chicks. Mmmmmmm hot chicks… Sam elbowed Dean out of his fantasies when he saw an open table near the stage and started working his way toward it. Dean headed for the bar to get a couple beers for them.

There was a Karaoke contest going on that night. To say most of the contestants were mediocre was being kind. Two drunken guys were up on the stage wailing away to Born to be Wild. They really sucked, but their enthusiasm was definitely catchy. There were a couple of people that weren't bad, though. One guy specialized in Nickelback songs and did pretty well with them.

As one song ended, the DJ introduced the next singer as Millie Turner. A striking woman took her place on stage just in time to being singing. "I hate the world today, you're so good to me, I know but I can't change…" Dean looked up at her as he headed to the table and stopped dead in his tracks. DAMN! She was hot! She had shoulder length sable hair that was so silky it looked like it was made for a man to bury his hands in it. Her legs went on forever in her snug white jeans and were finished off with a pair of boots with three inch heels. "Tried to tell you, but you look at me like maybe I'm an angel underneath, Innocent and sweet." "Man, I hope not," Dean thought as he felt a warm sensation start pooling in his chest.

Sam reached for his beer as Dean approached the table. "Sorry dude," Dean kept both beers and continued on toward the stage, never taking his eyes off the singer. "…I'm a little bit of everything, all rolled into one. I'm a bitch, I'm a lover, I'm a child, I'm a mother, I'm a sinner, I'm a saint, I do not feel ashamed. I'm your hell, I'm your dream, I'm nothing in between; you know you wouldn't want it any other way." She made eye contact with him then and he felt a reaction start in all his favorite places.

There was nothing sexier than eye contact, and she wasn't breaking it. "…I'm a bitch, I'm a tease, I'm a goddess on my knees. When you hurt, when you suffer, I'm your angel undercover." Dean certainly hoped he'd get a chance to find out about the goddess on her knees part. Dean loved women. All women. But this one was having an especially strong effect on him. It wasn't that she was drop dead gorgeous; she wasn't, though she was attractive. It was just that all the parts fit so well together.

As she finished, the crowd erupted in cheers. Dean was waiting at edge of the stage and handed her the beer as she descended. "That was amazing. I figured you probably worked up a thirst." She gave him a sultry look and took a swig from the beer. "Thanks. How did you know I drink beer?" Dean shrugged, "You look like a down to earth woman, not one that would enjoy fru fru drinks. Besides, I figured it was worth a shot." He gave her one of his most charming smiles and didn't mention the beer had been intended for his brother.

"Well, thanks….."

"Dean. Johnson. A pleasure to meet you."

"Well thanks Dean Johnson. I'm Millie Turner. Thank God you don't drink that dark crap."

"Me? Nah." Dean silently thanked the fates that the bar had been out of Amber Bock.

"Why don't you join us at our table?" After pulling out a chair for her, he introduced Sam "This is my brother Sam Johnson, Sam, Millie." They briefly shook hands, but Sam could see she only had eyes for Dean. She hadn't won the Karaoke contest and seemed a bit down about it. As they finished their beers, Millie told them she had an early day tomorrow.

"Oh yeah? What do you do, Millie?" Damn but she was nice to look at. Dean loved watching her mouth as she talked. The way she licked her lips brought all kinds of interesting thoughts to his mind. "Well, I don't do anything at the moment. I'm new in town, but I have a job interview at 9am. The money from that contest would have been helpful. Dean, would you mind walking me to my car?" She put her hand on his chest and gave Dean a look that said a walk to her car was only the beginning of what she wanted.

Dean pulled the Impala's keys out of his pocket and placed them on the table. Leaning down to Sam, Dean said in his ear "Sammy, don't wait up for me." Millie took his hand and led him through the crowd. Once they were at her car, she turned to Dean and looked up at him. Dean hoped he wasn't misreading the invitation in her eyes. Millie grabbed his neck and pulled his head down to hers. Her lips were as soft and silky as he'd hoped. With a groan Dean buried one hand in her hair and used the other one at her waist to pull her against him. He kissed her slow and deep, leaving them both breathless.

When they finally broke the kiss, she asked "Come with me? I've got a room up the street." Millie gazed hopefully into his eyes as she ran her hand down his chest. "Well, since you asked so nicely." Dean waggled his eyebrows at her and gave her a crooked grin. He knew already this was going to be a night to remember.