Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Sam, Dean, John, Cassie or various demons/other characters. If I did I'd be a happier girl:)

Authors Note: Hey- this takes place between Nightmares and The Benders. Erm… Doesn't make a load of sense at the moment but it should later. It's hopefully not just fluff!

'Dean, have you ever noticed all of these bars look the same?' Sam Winchester was sat facing his brother on a barstool. Dean glanced around him it was true. The bar was so similar to the hundred others that they'd frequented in their time travelling. The same slightly sticky bar, same slightly tacky country styled music and the same type of women leaning on the tables.

'Don't knock it, they've never done us wrong.' Dean punctuated his response by raising a beer to his lips. Sam nodded in turn but stood up.

'I'm gonna head back. Get some sleep.' He said working the kinks out of his neck.

'Okay.'

'See ya in the morning.' Dean followed Sam with a concerned gaze as he left the bar. The door closed and Dean sighed. Glancing around the rest of the bar he noticed a girl sat alone in the farthest corner the room.

She fascinated Dean. But that wasn't unusual, he found many women fascinating usually the blonde leggy ones. However this girl wasn't blonde or particularly leggy although she was beautiful: she was tanned and wore a grey tank top with black jeans. Both were baggy and designed to put men off. Somehow it made her more intriguing to Dean. She glanced up from the table and met his eyes. Hers were the same pale grey as her t-shirt standing out in her otherwise dark complexion. Realising he was staring he smiled and raised his beer. She nodded before looking away and then he felt something he wasn't looking for in this bar. Or even in this life, it belonged to the other Dean, one who could have random emotional attachments… looking at the grey eyed stranger- Dean felt a pang.

The girl somehow reminded him of Cassie. Despite their almost polar opposites in appearance she had the same sort of look in her eyes. The look that made Dean want understand, to help. Suddenly Dean wanted to leave but more than that he wanted to speak to Cassie. Getting up he made his way to a payphone and dialled the number.

'Hello?'

'Is that Cassie?'

'No. This is her mother, Cassie's out on date. Can I take a message?'

'Umm… no, that's okay.' Dean hung up, defeated. It had been two weeks. Two weeks! She was dating other people? Knowing he shouldn't Dean felt rejected. Turning away from the phone he saw the girl again.

This time she was leaning over the bar ordering drinks. Her top had ridden up revealing a pentagram tattoo on her lower back, Dean headed over.

'I'll pay for that.' He smiled at the girl. She looked him up and down appraisingly. 'I'm Dean.'

'Sophie.' The bartender handed two beers to Sophie. She in turn handed one to Dean.

'Live round here?' Dean asked without wondering why she'd ordered two drinks.

'Nope. You?'

'No.' Dean met her eyes for the second time and felt drawn to her. They were both just passing through, strangers. They'd probably never see each other again. Dean didn't want to waste the opportunity: smiling he leaned against the bar. The girl, Sophie, smiled in return and raised her drink:

'To everywhere else then.'