Disclaimer: I'll say this once I do not own supernatural because if I did Dean would be in y bed now and neither the show or this story would be made.
A/N: ok so for those of you who know my one piece of work up here at all. this is the prequal to it. this is how they met and basically all the important events leading up 2 my other story. for those of you u r new to my writing it's ok u can go ahead and read the other one because at this point they will be going up simultaniously. i am still working on my other 1 so don't fret. i hopefully will be posting soon. but i have finals and then my 18th b-day is also next wednsday so we'll see. but enjoy. and please press the little button at the bottom left hand corner /c we all know reviews make me happy. : )
Dean sighed as he leaned on the bar. Despite having gotten more than a few numbers from some very good looking ladies, he was bored. None of the women had truly peaked his interest enough to sleep with them. As he looked around he noticed the commotion over at the pool tables, one in particular. He walked over to find a woman about his age taking a shot at the eight ball and sinking it in.
"Pay up hun," she said holding out her hand to a man who looked extremely disappointed and angry.
She was blonde, which was a plus, she wore a black t-shirt, and lightly faded jeans that had various old stains and frayed cuts. Despite her slightly grungy appearance the jeans and tee gave him a nice look at her body. She wasn't a stick, instead she had good curves that included good sized breasts and a good looking ass.
Dean nudged the guy next to him, "What's with her?"
"She's been cleaning house all night," the man answered.
"Is she from around here?"
The man shook his head.
"Next victim," she called out moving to set up the table again.
"I wouldn't call myself a victim," a deep voice purred.
"You aren't the first to say that," she said rising and finally looking at who spoke.
She was pleasantly surprised to find a very good looking guy in front of her. He had brown hair, hazel eyes, and from what she could tell a good build under all the layers. He was also tall, judging from her five foot five inch height he had to be around six feet. But knowing her taste in men he was bound to be an asshole.
The man smiled, "So before we start the game maybe we should start with names."
"I don't give a name without getting one," she said racking up the pool balls.
He laughed, "I'm Dean."
"D," she answered simply. "Now down to business."
"That's it?"
"For my name yes," she said. "I'll let you set the wager...Dean."
Dean was now intrigued by her bluntness. And from how close he was he saw the most amazing pair of light green eyes which shone with slight irritation.
"Fifty," he said getting a pool stick from the wall.
"Oh you're cheap," she scoffed.
"I'm cheap?" he laughed.
"Fuck yeah," she said moving to set the white ball in its standard place. "I've made...well I wouldn't know since I haven't counted it yet." At this point she cracked a smile. "But...I want at least a hundred from your sorry ass."
"My sorry ass?"
"What's with the echo in here?"
"Alright," he said reluctantly. "A hundred but only if I break."
"I was going to suggest it," she smirked going around him.
He carefully watched her swinging hips as she went to the opposite side of the table. During the game Dean attempted to make casual conversation but she was not having it. And he gave up his attempts once he saw that he was going to lose. Finally she sank the eight ball in.
She smiled, "Good thing you didn't bet cheap."
"No," he said digging out the money, slowly. "You made me bet more."
"I didn't make you do anything hun," she pointed out snatching the money out of his hand. "I suggested an amount and you agreed. And now I think I'm done with this game for the night."
"How about you buy me a drink?" Dean smiled.
"How bout you buy yourself one?" she countered. "And if you feel oh so compelled, buy me one since you want to talk to me so badly?"
"Done," he said following her to a pair of stools at the bar. "So what brings you here?"
"Business," she stated simply as her drink was placed in front of her. "You?"
"Same. What kind of business?"
"Public relations," she answered taking a sip. "Although this was a little different from what I normally do."
"Really, how so?"
"None of your business," she quipped.
"How long are you in town for?"
"Tonight's my last night," she stated then glanced at her watch. "I have to go." She took another sip of her drink. "Thanks for the beer."
"Wait!"
She turned sharply putting a hand on her hip, "Hun you better hurry the fuck up if you got something to say to me."
Dean smiled, "How about I get your number?"
"No," she said quickly before rushing out the door and Dean soon after.
He stayed far enough behind her so she wouldn't notice him. He saw her stop at what he could only assume was her car and whip out a phone. As she talked she went around to her trunk and began rummaging around. And Dean being curious got closer not paying attention to his proximity.
"Alright," she said. "Talk to you later."
Dean leaned on a nearby electrical pole just watching her, or actually watching her ass. He was staring so intently that he didn't notice until the last second that she had turned on him throwing a knife. It hit about an inch from where his arm had rested on the pole.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," he said holding up his hands as she withdrew another.
"What the fuck are you following me for?" she demanded.
"Ok first put the knife down," he said easing her hand down.
She grabbed his wrist and pinned it to the pole, "You better answer me before your hand and my knife become one."
"Look," he began. "I just wanted to come out here and talk to you. Now I got a question. Why do you have such a nice piece of equipment?"
"That's none of your fucking business Dean," she snapped releasing him and heading towards her car.
Dean followed her automatically, "Ok, wait a second." He then caught a glimpse of some of the papers in the passenger seat of her car. "What are those?"
"Like I told you earlier," she said coldly. "None of your fucking business."
Dean smiled to himself, "Now I'm gonna go out on a limb here. But I don't think you're here for public relations?"
"It's a different kind of public relations," she said forcing a smile before sliding into the front seat.
As she did Dean followed her and grabbed the papers next to her. She tried to get them back but Dean moved away and into the light from the street lamp nearby. He saw copies of older articles referring to a murder in the town and newer pictures of a house depicted in the article. Now it clicked.
"I can't believe it," he laughed slowly turning around only to be met by the angry blonde smacking his head and snatching back the papers. "You're a hunter."
"What?" she asked turning.
"I heard about all those mysterious deaths in that house you got a picture of," he said and watched her toss the papers back in the car. "I was looking into that case myself."
She turned to face him studying his face to gauge whether or not he was lying, "You were?"
"I haven't been able to get all the information about it but I think it's probably a spirit of some sort," he added.
She started laughing, "You've got to be kidding."
Dean raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"Out of all the places in all the world I had to run into a hunter trying to pick me up," she smiled very amused about the whole situation. "And by the way I've been on this case for about a day and I've figured out that it's a little more than just a spirit hun."
"Ok so tell me what it is then."
"How bout I go do my job?" she countered getting into the drivers seat.
"I could help," he offered leaning in the open door.
"Does the word no mean anything to you?"
He smiled, "From you it's more like an invitation."
"Let me school you in how to interact with me Dean," she began. "What you're doing right now is not gonna fly with me. In fact it pisses me off and you've already gotten a glimpse of what I could do to you." She smiled. "So do get my drift on the meaning of no?"
"Sure do," he responded slightly deflated.
"Great," she grinned. "Thanks for the game and the drink. Now I have to get my ass in gear."