Cruising down the road Dean was driving his impala 67 getting ready to go on a hunt. Sam beside him was making grunting noises and pulling weird faces. Making Dean jump Sam woke up abruptly from his sleep.

"Have another nightmare Sammy?" Dean asking the question but already knowing the answer.

"Yeah, it was with Jessica again. It's like she's trying to get a message to me or something."

"NO! Sam. She's dead and isn't coming back, you need to accept that and move on."

Sam looking hurt simply said,

"well if you actually loved a girl Dean, you might know what it feels like to lose someone that close to you! And realise it's not so easy to let go."

Dean put his foot down on the breaks. Causing a lot of traffic behind them.

Dean was looking at his steering wheel for a minute or two, finally he looked up at Sam.

"get out Sam!"

Sam couldn't understand why his brother is kicking him out of the car.

"Dean, look I'm sorry but you hurt me to by saying that about –"

"I don't need this heart to heart business Sam, now get out!"

Sam asked one more question,

"well can you give me some change for the bus then?"

Knowing he had pushed Dean too far, Sam got out of the impala 67 slamming the door behind him.

"Hey!" Dean calling after him.

Sam getting hopeful thinking Dean has decided to let him back in, turned and faced Dean who said,

"Careful how you shut the door next time, it hasn't done anything to you." Dean drove off leaving Sam behind.

Sitting in a pub by himself Dean was ranting and raving about the previous argument he had with Sam.

"I can't believe he thinks I haven't loved anyone, what does he know, he doesn't know who I've loved, anyways I can love –"

"I'm sure you can honey" purred a voice from behind him

Dean turning himself around to see what he was going to be accompanied by, saw a tall, gorgeous lady. She was wearing a little black dress which showed her curves off beautifully. She had the biggest brown eyes he had ever seen and couldn't help but stare into them.

"Well sugar, you going to tell me your name or just stare all night?"

Dean finally snapped back into his old self. "Ooh yeah, hi I'm Dean. So what's a pretty girl like you doing here all by yourself? Wait you are here by yourself right?" scanning the bar to make sure she was here alone.

"Indeed I am honey, all alone with no one to drink with. But I'm sure you can help me with that."

Dean raising an eyebrow looking up at her with a smirk on his face. "Ooh I'm sure I can, umm ..?"

"Hanna … My names Hanna."

Hanna's presents made Dean feel comforted, loved, and cared about. Dean knew within the second he met Hanna he was going to get laid tonight.

Meanwhile –

Sam was still trying to hitch a ride to a motel. After 3 hours of walking he was tired and just wanted a bed to sleep in. It felt like his thumb was going to fall off where he had kept his hand out to try and grab a ride. Finally a car come to a stop beside him, rolling down the window was an old frumpy woman who looked like she was coming home from a hard day at work.

"You need a lift young man?"

Sam feeling so relived someone had actually stopped to give him a lift answered "please if you don't mind."

He got in the car, and straight away felt like he was defiantly going to have a bed to sleep in tonight.

Back in the pub –

Dean and Hanna were drinking their bottle of beers talking like they have known each other for some time, when the bartender rang the bell saying its last orders.

"So I was thinking dean as we are both a little bit pissed … well I have a room in the motel across the road –"

Hanna didn't need to say no more, Dean was already downing his beer and collecting his coat walking to the door turning back to look at Hanna, who was still sitting at the bar.

Raising his eyebrow "well what are we waiting for? There's an empty bed in that room calling our names."