Chapter One – The Meeting

Dean Winchester had driven all night and all day, he needed relief. He had dropped his brother in Texas, spent the night and left. It was too much to see Sam with his wife and two daughters. He can only handle so much domesticity. It reminded Dean of everything he didn't have. Hell, he'd convinced himself he never wanted it to begin with so no skin off his shoulders. This month totally sucked ass. If Dean had a gun at this very moment he'd more than likely use it. Either on himself or someone else. His life was pretty shitty at the moment and all he wanted was a beer. Or two. And a shot. That was all he needed to let his cares be washed away by the alcohol. Of course he could get one of the many guns from the trunk but that would require him to pull over and choose one.

He pulled into the parking lot of a bar he'd never seen before. A few of his hunting contacts told him this was the place to go for the best atmosphere and some anonymity. Nobody cared who you were at this bar and that was exactly what he wanted. For tonight he just wanted to be Dean, not Dean Winchester, not Sam's big brother and certainly not Dean Winchester John's oldest boy. Just Dean. He walked inside and was met by the loud music and loud conversations. It was a sports bar from the old days and was nothing like the neuveau sports bars that sprung up everywhere. He kept his head low and found a seat at the far end of the bar itself. He sat there for a few moments before he was told the bartender would be right back, more alcohol was needed. Good, he thought, keep it coming.

"What can I get ya?" Dean heard a husky female voice yanking him back from his pity me thoughts. He looked up into the most amazing gray eyes he'd ever seen. Definitely gray. He couldn't take his eyes from her face. She had hardly any make-up on and as he looked at her more and more, he didn't think she had on anything but a little gloss. He started with her thick, deep chocolate hair that hung down her back, her perfect nose, those eyes that mesmerized him with their long lashes, and lips that he wanted to suck on. What did Hollywood call them? Bee stung lips. Lips somewhere between Jennifer Garner and Angelina. She was tall too, or was she standing on something? Sculpted arms, athletic body. His view stopped at her waistline since she was standing behind the bar but he yearned for more. He imagined a perfect ass, long legs sculpted like her arms slightly tanned to perfection. "Hello? Would you like a drink?" She slapped the bar a few times to get his attention.

She knew he was studying her, all the men did. She also knew who he was but she wasn't the least bit impressed, she'd seen bigger celebrities in her bar than the local boy who made it big. She'd seen his picture, heard the stories, read the newspapers. She wasn't a skeptic, she was a believer, not a firm believer, but she believed nonetheless.

"What's on draft?" He asked and flinched as his voice cracked like a prepubescent kid. She smirked at him and watched him as he made faces to himself. She could see something was going on in that pretty boy head and beer wasn't going to cut it. He had bags under his eyes and hadn't shaven in a few days. She found him to be quite sexy, much better in person.

"Here, handsome." She placed a bottle in front of him and two shot glasses. She pushed the darker liquid to him and left the lighter closer to her. She waited for him to look at her and she raised her shot glass. He flashed that sexy smirk and clinked his glass to hers. He made a hideous face as the liquid burned his throat.

"Jaeger?" He asked and realized his vocal chords weren't ready to speak, they were still on fire. She hopped up on the bar and sat in front of him, dangling her long legs on either side of him. He now had the full view of her body and his erection confirmed it. She wore a school girl uniform skirt that would have been illegal in any private school and a white tank top that had diva spelled out in rhinestones. Her black boots reached her knees and if she had a whip it would have completed his fantasy. He actually had yet to sit back and his elbows still rested on the bar mere inches from the place he suddenly yearned to be. He was eye level with the most perfect set of twins he'd ever met. Not too big and not too small and he couldn't help but look. "Um, I feel like I should introduce myself."

She smiled at him and refilled his shot glass. "That's alright, no need, you just look like you need someone to talk too or just someone to sit with and say nothing." She knew he was the strong silent one and his brother was the chatter.

"Is it that obvious?" He took his second shot and this time she didn't refill his glass. He hadn't moved either. He knew it was appropriate for him to do so, but being this close to her was intoxicating. She knew what she was doing was completely inappropriate and bold of her, but what the hell. She swung her leg to one side and took the stool next to him.

"Tell me what's wrong." She said as she looked at him. His body seemed to respond to this total stranger and something told him he cold trust her with everything. The problem was the location. He looked around at the other patrons and wondered if they knew who he was or if they even cared, but if he told her the truth would it spread like gossip? He instinctively knew she wouldn't say a word, but others could hear them and leak it to the internet. Next thing he'd know it'd be front page news about another bat boy siting. Funny thing was, some of those outlandish stories had bits of truth. She went back around the bar, grabbed a bottle of Jack and Smirnoff and nodded for him to follow her.

They sat on the chocolate leather couch in her office and did another shot. "Do you always do this?" He asked as he nodded toward the bottles and waved his hands motioning to her office. She laughed.

"Hell no." She said pointedly. "I do offer a friendly ear to my customers and will listen and give advice if they ask, but nobody's ever been in my office."

"Why me then?" He liked talking to her in a quiet space, let his mind wander to what was hidden beneath the clothes. How long would it take to get them off, was she wearing panties underneath and if he had protection.

"You definitely need to talk to someone impartial and I knew you were uncomfortable out there no matter how loud it was." She turned and looked at him. "Talk to me."

Dean stood and paced her office with his full glass in his hand. He stopped and looked at her and knew right now he needed to kiss her. He could get a smack but he was going to try. He threw back the shot and slammed the glass on the desk. He stood staring at her and she watched him. Dean moved swiftly to her and pulled her to her feet. He kissed her firmly holding her tightly to him. The only movement he made was releasing her arms and putting his hands in her hair. He didn't change the kiss, didn't attempt to make it deeper, he just needed to feel someone else against him. When he finally broke from her he looked at her quizzically. "And your name is…"

She laughed and realized she never told him. "Remi." Dean looked at her trying to figure out why she had an odd name. "It's short for Remington. As in gun." He smiled at her. A real smile, the first one in months. He stepped back and rubbed his face. This gave her the chance to study him from head to toe. He was an incredible looking man, built like an athlete with leading man good looks. He wore a black t-shirt and loose fit Levi's. His clothes hid a defined body, not too much, but firm, probably had well cut arms, nice abs, rock hard legs.

"Your father name you?" He asked and she smiled. "Man after my own heart." He took a long pull from his beer and watched her. She watched him as she took his bottle and drank from it herself. She'd heard all about Dean Winchester and his playboy ways. Odds were good she'd get some disease just by being within ten feet of him. But the stories and the photos never did him any sort of justice. He was definitely a delicious man.

"Now are you going to spill your guts or do I have to beat it out of you?" Remi smirked at him this time.

"You can beat it out of me." He replied with a cocky air to him. She laughed and flashed him the best sexy eyes she could. "Please?" He tried again. Something about this man made her feel warm and fuzzy. Remi hugged him and held him tight. More to get a feel of his body than anything else.

"Or we can sit here and brood about it. It's ok." She sat back on the couch knowing full well she was in for a long and interesting Dean filled night.

Dean took a deep breath and sat next to her staring at his shot glass he grabbed from the desk. "I've been given a death sentence and I've got about nine more months." He couldn't blame anyone but himself. Dean told her about the deal he made to save his little brother. He wasn't an ass or a dick about it, he knew what his fate was and why he had it. He had no regrets at all. It showed and based on the talk, Sam would be lucky to survive without him so Dean wasted a deal.

Remi looked at him and couldn't believe it. This was way more than she expected and hoped it wasn't written on her face. "So what's next for you, Dean Winchester?"

He turned and looked at her and thought long and hard. "Hell in a hand basket."

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Dean and Remi talked until the bar closed and he felt the need to follow her home to ensure her safety. Remi laughed and told him she lived above the bar. He was shocked to say the least. He found out she was the owner and had inherited it from her father's passing. None of her four brothers wanted it but nobody wanted to sell it so she agreed to keep it open. She'd grown up in this neighborhood and had lived all her life upstairs. When her parents passed she renovated it to its original state and loved it. She wanted to invite him up to see it, but hoped she'd get the chance another time. She'd already been way too brazen for her own good and behaved completely out of character. But it was the notorious Dean Winchester.

Dean returned to Remi's bar every night for the next week. He even found himself less and less downtrodden. Sam had tried calling him a few times, but he didn't feel like doing anything but drinking for the next few weeks. He liked the jukebox and the playlist she had in it. He pumped twenty bucks in it and set his music up for the night. Camped out a the pool tables, he hustled a few guys out of their paychecks and had almost gotten into a fight. The only thing stopping him was he had respect for the owner. When did he decide he liked her? When did it change from a one night stand to a possible friendship with someone other than his brother or Bobby? That shit had to change right now.

"What." He didn't even look when he felt her near him. He set up his shot and hit two into the corner pocket.

"Just watching the game and delivering drinks." He took a beer from her and walked to the other side of the table. If he ignored those eyes and her smokin' hot body, he'd be able to go back to the hotel all by himself. He knew if he found a girl to share his bed for a few hours he'd think of her so it would ruin it for him. It certainly did a few nights ago. He would have to settle for his hand or getting her naked and upstairs.

"You always do that? Its bad pool etiquette to stand so close when someone's taking a shot." She smirked and put herself between him and the table. She knew she was exactly where he needed to be for his next move. He glanced around the bar without moving his head and stepped into her. His eyes bore into hers as he pressed himself against her and leaned her backward. Remi could feel his breath on her mouth and tried not to make any sounds of weakness. Dean reached behind her and picked up the beer bottle she had placed in the path of the cue ball. When he drank, he didn't bother to move away from her. His body still pressed against hers, soft. He loved the way she felt against him. He put his hands on either side of her resting them on the pool table and looked into her eyes. If he licked his lips he'd touch her, if she licked hers there was no stopping him.

Remi leaned the last inch into him and kissed the corner of his mouth. She kissed the other corner. He took his time and tried to respect her, but he wanted to throw her on the table. He kept the kiss soft and slow and tried to read into the kiss. Dean focused on her movements and he knew when he could deepen it. He moved his hands to her face. Remi placed her hands delicately on his arms and moaned into his mouth when she felt the expanse of his biceps. He slid his tongue slowly into her mouth and moaned himself when he felt the chill of her tongue. She had been chewing on the ice in her drink and it made her mouth shockingly cold. Dean found it thrilling and let his tongue try and warm up hers. She knew her mouth would be cold and shivered when the warmth of his enveloped her. Without breaking the kiss he picked her up and set her on the rail of the table. He wanted to feel her against him, needed to feel her against him. There was still a crowd, be subtle.

Remi straddled him and she could feel more of him than she expected. And she liked it. She liked knowing the effect she had on him when he was sober. Slightly sober anyway. Her arms went around his waist and his over her shoulders. He played with her hair and her neck as he appreciated her mouth on his. Remi took this opportunity to get an up close and personal feel of his body. His back and arms felt tight and rippled. His torso was rock hard. He had very nice hands and she loved the way they played with her hair. Dean tugged her hair and pulled her head back. He tasted her neck and feasted on all the nooks and crannies he could find. He let his hands fall to her back and they rested on her slender hips. He wanted to make love to her before he left, take something with him, but didn't dare try. It was what drew him to her. She wasn't throwing her panties at him. She wasn't shoving her house key in his pocket. She showed him respect and he was damn sure going to return it.

"When are you leaving?" She managed to say.

"Sunday night." He whispered. They had two days and two nights before he left. She nodded as she processed the timeline. As much as she wanted too, she wouldn't cave to her desires. Remi wasn't that kind of girl; never had been and never will be. That's what kept her out of relationships. She may not have a lot of self esteem but she did have oodles of self respect. She would make him wait and if he chose too, she would make it worth it. He'd be back and she knew it. Oh the hell with it. She wasn't needed down here.

"You want to go upstairs?" Remi whispered. His response was a nod.