CHAPTER ONE: Plot Twist

It all started out as one of Dean's normal one night stands.

He hadn't been 'out-on-the-town' in a while, so he was a little nervous when he first pulled into town with the intentions of seeking out a bar.

Normally, when Dean found a case in a town, he'd start off by finding a motel, a bar, and the library (mainly for Sam).

But Sammy wasn't with him for this one.

When he thought about it, he hadn't seen Sam in years. At the age of eighteen, Sam had decided to quit the life and go to college, much to their dad's dismay.

After sticking with their dad for two more years, Dean thought it would be better if he started making a life of his own. He started finding his own jobs but still kept in touch with John. Sam was now 22 and Dean was 26.

Now they only saw each other on Holidays (if they were lucky) and spoke with the occasional phone call.

The eldest Winchester decided to leave most of his past, in the past, including his family.

Finding a suitable bar, Dean parked the Impala in the back just in case someone, or something, might recognize it.

He immediately started scoping out the women in the bar, choosing which one he wanted to take back to the motel with him when he walked in. He then eyed the tall bartender, and took a seat at the counter.

He scanned the women's body from head to toe, taking notice of how she was fit, yet still curvy. She had waist length dark curly hair that she constantly had to move out of her face. Seeing a new customer, she made her way down to Dean.

Glancing at her nametag, the hunter noticed her name was Hannah and shot her his signature smirk when he was trying to land someone.

"Can I getcha something?" She asked as she leaned on the bar.

"Just a beer, for now. Thanks, Hannah." He winked at her as she made her way to the opposite end of the counter and back to Dean with a fresh beer.

"Let me know if you need anything else..." She hesitated as she waited for him to fill in a name.

"It's John." The hunter easily lied. It was amazing how the lies just rolled right off his tongue.

"Let me know if you need anything else John." The bartender smiled at him teasingly as she made her way to the other end of the bar to talk to other customers.

Dean could already tell he was going to score tonight.

….

The hunter couldn't believe how great it, she, was.

The night had started off extremely heated and never cooled off. They barely made it to the hotel room before they were both completely naked.

But what Dean was surprised about was the fact that he was the one who was left in the morning.

It was a new feeling the eldest Winchester had never felt before, but shrugged it off just the same.

Pulling on a pair of boxers, Dean made his way to the bathroom to shower, running a hand through his bed head.

….

He had only just pulled on a pair of jeans and a button up with his favorite black t-shirt underneath, when there was a knock at his motel room door. Dean glanced at the clock to make sure he wasn't past his checkout. 9:30? Who the hell is bothering me at 9:30 in the fucking morning?

With his hand on the door handle, he noticed something yellow on the floor next to the trashcan. Deciding he'd look at it later, he opened the door.

"Dean Winchester?" A guy about Dean's age asked.

"Depends on whose asking?" The hunter cautiously answered. He took a step back, ready to slam the door if he had too.

"You're needed." The guy said plainly.

"Needed for wha-"Before Dean could finish answering; the man's eyes went pitch black. Going to slam the door, the demon caught it easily as someone grabbed the eldest Winchester from behind. Sticking a needle into his neck, Dean's vision went black as he felt himself fall to the floor.

….

When Dean regained consciousness, he noticed that he had a burlap sack over his head and he was tied to a metal chair. Taking this as a bad sign, his heart rate increased as he tried desperately to hear, see, or smell anything to indicate where he was.

After what seemed like hours, someone walked into the room and shut the door causing an echo. Big, open room. Factory? Warehouse?

As the person approached him, he guessed it was a woman by the sound of high heeled footsteps.

As the sack was pulled off, both Dean and his capturer shared a gasp which was then covered up by Dean's laughter.

"I guess I'm a bad judge of character." He chuckled as he looked up at the familiar face.

"Well, I hope we can be professionals about this." Hannah said smugly as she crossed her arms across her chest.

….

TBC

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