Chapter 1:

It was night. Sam and Dean, two young brothers on a mission sat at a table away from the bar with their father's journal trying to figure out what they were dealing with. Sam, the younger brother, flipped through the pages, reading about all the different creatures their father had encountered. He couldn't find anything that matched with what they had heard happened to the victim a couple days before.

"It's been three days, Sam... And we still don't know what we're dealing with?" Dean, the older brother, asked.

"I don't know Dean... But there's definitely something happening. What happened to that kid wasn't normal." Sam replied, still flipping through the book. He closed it, giving up. He'd looked through it four times already and still nothing.

"Well no shit Sherlock... But it's been three days. The trail is starting to get cold..." Dean trailed off when he looked up towards the bar.

"What? What do you see?" Dam asked, not knowing why Dean had trailed off so suddenly. He turned around, however, and figured it out immediately. "Oh jeez Dean..."

They both look at a woman with long brown hair broke at the pool table. She straightened up, allowing her hair to drape across her shoulders. She was short, but definitely in shape. She wore a pair of dark blue jeans that looked painted on tucked inside a pair of black knee high boots, and a vest shirt that was cut to show off her toned stomach. She watched as a few balls fell into the holes on the ends of the pool table and smiled, satisfied with her results.

"She gorgeous..." Dean sighed. Then he noticed Sam giving him a look that said We-Have-Work-To-Do. "What? Can't I look at her?"

"Yeah, but it's what you're going to do other than look at her..." Sam shot back.

"Last I checked I'm a grown man, and I can make my own choices Sammy. When you see a fox like that, you don't just let it go." Dean said. "I'll be right back."

"Dean! We have a job to do!" Sam tried to reason with his brother.

"So what's one beer gonna hurt? It's late and we have no leads. What else are we supposed to do?" Dean snuffed his brother off, then turned to the girl. Sam shook his head, not understand why his brother's priorities in life sometimes.

"8 Ball corner pocket." the girl called for the final shot. She took her aim, her blue eyes narrowing as she concentrated. She pulled the pole back ready to hit when...

"Hey there!" Dean said with a smile, break her concentration and making her hit the ball wrong. It missed the pocket. She stood up and looked at Dean, her eyes glaring daggers into him. He flinched a little at her death glare, not knowing what to say. "Heh umm..."

"You owe me fifty bucks..." was all she said.

Dean let out a nervous chuckle. "Excuse me? I what?"

"You owe me fifty bucks. Now cough it up." She put out her hand, expecting him to give her the money.

"How about this. I'll make you a deal.. I'll play you in a game of pool. You win, I'll pay you double. I win, we get a couple beers." He smirked confidently.

She laughed. "You're hot, but I don't think so. Just pay up and leave me be."

"Well I'll take that as a compliment that you called me hot. But I think you should reconsider."

"And why is that?" she asked.

"Well, just between you a me, I happen to know there's something going on out there. And for a sweet little thing like you to be out alone it might not be safe." Dean replied. "So maybe you getting a couple beers and coming back with me might be safer."

She laughed again. "Well aren't you a charmer..." she giggled. "I'll take the beers, but I think I'll go home myself tonight." she put out her hand. "Samantha. Everyone calls me Sam though."

"I'm Dean. What's your poison Sam?" Dean asked.

"Oh I don't have a poison. But I'll take a Blue Moon." Samantha replied.

"Chick beer. Of coarse. Ok. A Blue Moon and a Bud Light?" Dean asked the bartender.

"Here ya go!" the bartender said as she put the beers in front of them.

"Thanks Kira!" Samantha said, then took a swig of her beer.

"So Samantha, any idea about that kid who was murdered a couple days ago?" Dean asked.

"David Nardone? Yeah, such a shame... My kid sister was friends with him." Samantha replied. "He was a good kid, so I don't know what he was doing out in the middle of nowhere like that."

"He never told your sister anything strange? Did he ever act funny or anything?" Dean asked.

"You're starting to sound like a cop... Is that what you are?" Samantha asked.

"Not exactly..." Dean chuckled. "Just looking into a few things in the area."

"Hm. That's cool." Samantha replied. "But no, nothing seemed weird at all with him. He was even over at our house with my sister right before it happened. She was pretty torn up about it."

"That's gotta suck." Dean said before taking another swig of beer.

"Tell me about it." Samantha said. Then her phone went off. She picked it up and flipped it open. "Hello? Hey Sis. Nah I'm at Jimmy's. You ok? Alright. Be careful coming home. Love you too. Bye." She hung up then looked at Dean. "Sorry about that."

"No problem. Everything alright?" He asked.

"Yeah, she's just coming home from some school counseling session they set up for any of David's friends."

"Well that's nice of the school." Dean said.

"Yeah. Well I should get home. I don't want my sister to be sitting at home alone waiting for me. Thanks for the beer." Samantha thanked Dean with a smile. "Hopefully I'll see you around?"

"Actually, if you want to give me your number it wouldn't have to just be around." Dean flirted a bit. He always got girls numbers. So what if she didn't go home with him tonight. Maybe he could get her on another night before they left town.

She smiled at him. He could tell she was thinking about it. She picked up her jacket and threw it on as he waited for her answer. She was hesitant for a moment, then sighed. "OK." she laughed. "302-555-2098." she said as she watched Dean put the number in his phone. "I expect a phone call and not to just be left hanging." He saw her pick up a helmet, and was pleasantly surprised that she rode.

"Definitely." he said with a smile, then watched as she walked out the door. He turned and went back over to him brother and sat.

"So did you find out anything other than her number?" Sam asked.

Dean just laughed and took a sip of his beer, satisfied with his sweet victory.

AN- So this is my first Supernatural Fanfic. I just finished watching the first season, so this isn't going to have any characters past then. Hope you enjoy it! Plz R&R. Thanx! TTFN!