Lorraine opened her eyes slowly, she didn't want to wake from the dream she was having but the phone ringing downstairs wretched her from her sleep, and she vowed to get revenge on the caller, Once again her dreams where filled with Dean, coming home to her and Mary, when she first started having them she had hoped that they where one of her premonitions, but after a while and countless call attempts later she realized that she was either going to have to make the call, or leave it as her wishful sub-consciousness, Mary's wails floated though the intercom, and Loraine pulled back the covers and dragged herself out of bed.

She entered her daughters room, Mary stopped crying and stood in her cot holding onto the sides for support, when Lorraine approached the 10 month old she gave a little giggle and her chubby little legs worked overtime bouncing up and down making the curls on her head dance around her face,

"Good morning, darling," Lorraine sang, Mary squealed with delight as she was picked up, the last four months had gone by fast, Mary was starting to walk by herself and getting in to more and more mischief every day.

Lorraine took her down stairs and placed her in the play pen that contained the toddler in the lounge room, After winding the musical mobile, a present from Missouri, that Mary loved so much, she headed into the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee, the answering machine flashed letting her know that there was a message, she pressed the play button,

"You have two new messages" it told her, as she pulled a cup out of the cupboard

"hello, darling, how is that gorgeous granddaughter of mine," her mother's voice sounded from the machine, Joanne walked into the kitchen and snarled at it, Lorraine laughed, "just wondering when we were going to see her next, call me" her mother's message ended, Victoria had come to the hospital when Mary was first born, the one and only time she had seen her granddaughter, Lorraine wondered why she was calling now, the last time they had spoken, it had ended badly, Victoria telling Loraine that she was too young to be a grandmother and that she was stupid for letting herself get pregnant in the first place, Lorraine had responded with anger and hadn't talked to her since, it was just like her mother to act as if nothing had happened.

Then next message was from someone who didn't think it was important enough to leave a message,

"What do you think that was about," Joanne asked as she grabbed the coffee from in front of Lorraine taking a sip, Lorraine shrugged, she was to disturbed by the call from her mother to argue her coffee back, instead she pulled another cup from the cupboard and poured coffee into it

"Wrong number maybe," she replied, easily referring to both messages

"You gonna call her back," Lorraine frowned at the machine, contemplating the question, "I don't know I suppose if I find out the worlds about to blow up, I could make a complimentary call, or something" she replied as they walked into the lounge room, Mary looked as if she was babbling to the mobile, which wasn't uncommon, Mary always seemed to be babbling to something, she has always been a very happy baby, only crying when she had to, Lorraine handed her a biscuit which went straight into her mouth, then her and Joanne sat down on the two lounge chairs that sat facing the cot,

"I got an email from Sam," Joanne told her

"Oh, yeah, what's that, about one a month, now" Lorraine smiled slyly "how are they," she added, her voice sounding more eager than intended

"From what I could tell good, there in, or was in Wisconsin, this message is about 6 days old, he is still sticking to the road trip story" Joanne rolled her eyes, and Lorraine's heart beat a little too quickly for her liking, they were only two states away,

"That would make it, what, there third round trip" they laughed

"Dean's being a pain in the arse," Joanne added,

"What! I'm shocked" Lorraine replied sarcastically

"He asked about you, how you are? What you've been up to?" she told her, wondering how her sister would respond

"So did you tell him about your new job" Lorraine changed the subject, besides Mary and her study there wasn't much to tell, anyway

"No, he won't tell me about his, so why should I tell him about mine," Joanne smiled cunningly at her sister "but I was thinking about telling him about yours,"

"You do, and I'll kill you," Lorraine threatened, both knowing that the other was joking,

"So you working tonight," Joanne asked, once she had stopped laughing,

"Sure am," for the last 6 months Lorraine had been working at the local pub, performing on Saturday and Sundays, at 150 dollars a night plus tips and 5 of the door, she couldn't pass it up, at least it paid most of the bills and put food on the table, and it also gave her a chance to study for her Certificate of psychology during the week nights, she had already been studying for the last 14 months in 10 more months, her fast track study will pay off and she will have her certificate,

"Cher, Madonna or Britney," one of the downsides to the job was, that once a month, for an extra 5 of the door, the sleazy owner of the pub, would choose one of three pop diva's for her to dress up as for the weekend,

"Madonna, same as last night," they both laughed, the costume left nothing to the imagination, she was just lucky that she had talked her way out of the cone bra, but the corset had come in handy in the early months while she was still trying to get rid of her post-baby belly. But still she preferred it to Britney Spears school girl outfit and pony tails, any day.

"Oh it sucks to be you," Joanne laughed, and Lorraine threw a pillow at her.

A black impala drove down the road, Rock music blaring from her windows, both of the occupants getting restless, they hadn't had a job for nearly 3 months, there last Job was a poltergeist stirring trouble for a family in Arkansas, So they decided to head to Bobby's to see if he had heard of anything, it was starting to get late, and Dean noticed the pub, so he pulled into nearly full car park,

"look Madonna's here," Dean laughed pointing to the home-made poster that hung next to the door, he needed to take his mind of things, and this seemed like it could be the perfect opportunity, He had found a land line number for a Joanne in Sam's wallet, He called it early this morning, he didn't bother to leave a message when the answering machine picked it up, he was more curious as to who the number belonged to, but hearing Lorraine's voice on the machine stirred up some feelings he had thought and hoped he had gotten over,

"Look alike," Sam pointed out as they got out of the car, and headed towards the door, a big burly man, stood there, arms crossed over his chest.

"G'day hulk," Dean nodded to the man, as he paid the door fee, the big man grunted as if he had heard the joke a thousand times, Sam nodded politely, knowing that man could quite possibly kill him with just one punch and followed his brother into the smoke filled room, they walked up to the counter and took up two vacant bar stools,

"Two beers please," Dean yelled over the jukebox music to the blond busty female bartender, she gave him a saucy smile, which Dean returned, he then turned his attention to the stage, the music cut out as a man walked out, The man was dressed in a red Hawaiian shirt that was only half buttoned and blue slacks, his hair was slicked back,

"ladies and gentlemen, tonight you're in for a special treat, We have the girl, and unless requested we don't have her music, please welcome Madonna," the owned spoke into the microphone that stood in the center of the stage, there was a loud cheer from the patrons, most of which were men, as a woman, wearing a red corset, extremely short shorts, and fishnet stockings and a blond wig came on stage, she stood in front of the microphone, the band took up their positions behind her, the drummer clapped the intro on his sticks then the lead guitarist started playing guns and roses, sweet child of mine.

Lorraine took a deep breath as Nate did his guitar intro, then James on bass, then finally, Graham on the drums, when the boys' original singer had left town, for bigger things, Nate had suggested to Lorraine that she give it ago, it was the owner of the pub, that threw in the extra money for the costumes, Nate was two years older than Lorraine, he had also been one of the first people she met when she moved into this town, his black hair constantly hung over his eyes and Lorraine wondered, how he could see where he was going, James took awhile to get use to, younger than Lorraine, and constantly stoned, he was forever making a joke about everything, more than once Lorraine had wanted to chock him with his own bass strap, but he was the one you went to if you were feeling a little down, because granted he would have you laughing in no time, Graham was the oldest, and the father, of the band, he had a granddaughter just a little younger than Mary, and quite a few times he had brought her to the rehearsals they had, with his burly build and long grunge style hair, and the fact that more often than not rode a motorbike, there weren't too many people who would try and mess with him, quite a few times he had come to Lorraine's rescue when one of the out-of town male patrons had had too much to drink and became very touchy-feely with her. Between Graham and Jacko, the door man, the locals learnt quick enough that Lorraine was off limits.

They definitely looked like a mix matched band, seeing them together for the first time, you wouldn't know what to expect, one more deep breath then she started singing, the men cheered, a few of the woman got up and danced,

Even though she had be performing for as long as she had, and people continued to come back to listen to them, preparing to walk out onto that stage every weekend still played havoc with her nerves, but as soon as the music started it was like her body took on a mind of its own, and for the next two and a half hours she was someone else.

Dean took a swig of his third beer, and looked around the bar room, the dance floor was filled with woman, and a few men, the rest of the men, sat around the tables or at the bar's counter watching the woman on stage, and he had to admit that the woman on stage was extremely good looking and he could understand why the bar was so full, he watched her on stage as she flirted with the crowd, and Dean wondered if he could find a way to get her number, song after song she had the men cheering, and the woman on the dance floor mimicking her moves,

"She's pretty good," Sam commented as she finished 'hurt so good', Dean nodded in agreement,

"Alright, Patty, I know your here, and I'm gonna ban you and your footloose requests from now on," a wave of laughter washed over the bar room, "here's one for all you couples in love," Lorraine said, the lights dimmed and Nate pulled his microphone to the front of the stage next to Lorraine, this song reminded her of Dean but then every song she sung she could find a way to relate it to Dean, it was also one of the bands, least favorite songs to perform, but they had learnt better than to deny Patty, she took up her spot on the stool that Nate had placed on the stage for her, microphone in hand, ready to sing, the crowd was almost silent, the stage lights washed over her again causing her to blink several times, James started the intro on his keyboard, this song only used the keyboard and the drums, As they sang the duet, 'almost paradise', a few of the woman dragged up there reluctant partners and danced, the singles who couldn't find someone to grab on to, ordered a drink from the counter then went back to their tables to watch the two sing,

"She sound familiar to you," Dean said, now that the background music had dimmed somewhat and he could really hear her voice, he knew that he had heard her singing somewhere else, he just couldn't pin point where or when, he also couldn't ignore the way her voice made something stir inside him,

"You've been listening to her for the last half hour," Sam replied, but he agreed with his brother, he knew the voice but couldn't place it.

Dean got of the bar stool, curiosity finally getting the better of him and started towards the stage, hoping to get a better look, maybe he'd recognize her, He had reached the stage, and it was then Lorraine saw him, it took a few moments for her brain to register that Dean Winchester, stood just six feet from her, in her panic she nearly forgot to join in the chorus, then without thinking she got off the stool and walked to the further side of the stage, Nate looked at her questionably but followed her, Loraine was grateful the song was coming to an end, she placed a hand on Nate's face and positioned herself so that her back was to Dean, hoping that he didn't already recognize her, with the amount of makeup she had painted on her face she doubt it, but couldn't be too sure, to the crowd it looked just like lovers singing a song to each other, when the song had finished, she practically threw her microphone into Nate's hands and headed off the stage, she thought she would hyperventilate, she couldn't believe that after all this time he would show up here and now,

"Uh, where just gonna have a quick break, don't forget to give your requests to one of the lovely ladies behind the bar" she heard him say, "what the hell was that," he said to her once he was behind the curtain, Nate knew most of the story between Her and Dean, minus the demons, of course.

"I can't let him see me, not like this, not now," she indicated to her outfit,

"You mean he's out there," Nate asked, excitement in his voice, they looked though the curtain and Lorraine pointed him out,

When the girl had practically ran off stage, Dean had made his way back to Sam, the lights from the stage, or the amount of make-up she wore, made it hard to recognize any of her,

"Dean," Sam shouted out, the jute box playing once again, "that was Bobby, he has a job"

"Ok let's go," He said, still feeling a little curious as to why 'Madonna' seemed so familiar to him, they walked out the bar.

"Ok he's gone," Nate said, he had been watching though the curtain, "I can't believe you're avoiding that"

"Either can I, Nate" Lorraine took another deep breath and walked back out onto the stage to finish the show.

"You sure she didn't seem familiar to you," Dean asked, his brow knotted together in concentration, he knew there was something familiar about her but he couldn't pin point it,

"Yeah Dean, she sounded like every other pub singer," Sam smiled, he was sure that his brother was worrying about it too much or was just thinking with the wrong brain, more than likely they had probably heard her at another pub they had been to.

"Ok, so where are we headed," he said ignoring his brother's mockery

"well first a hotel, then tomorrow, Waterloo West high school, mutilated bodies," he relayed what Bobby had told him, Dean nodded "talk about right place at the right time, its only 20 minutes away"

"Sounds like a fun place," Dean smirked, and then started to hum the song from footloose he had just heard, Sam chuckled quietly.

Lorraine was exhausted when she reached her house, physically and emotionally, she walked into the lounge room to find Joanne curled up on the lounge, Joanne looked at Lorraine over the top of her book, she could tell by the way her sister entered the room that something had happened tonight, she could see the smear of mascara under her eyes from where she has obviously been wiping at them, another sign was the bloodshot eyes, which meant she had either been crying or had had too much to drink

"So how'd it go," Joanne said as Lorraine collapsed on the lounge Joanne knew it was the former, "that bad huh,"

"Dean and Sam were there," Lorraine replied flatly, Joanne's eyes lit up excitedly, that meant that they were in town, she wondered for a split second if they were just passing through or not

"You're joking," Lorraine frowned at her "ok, you're not, did you talk to them," Lorraine answered with another frown of frustration, Joanne smiled,

"Maybe it's time to cross that bridge," she laughed tauntingly.

"Not if I blow it up first," Lorraine replied, she got up again, and walked in to the kitchen, she needed to relax and she knew a nice cup of hot chocolate, with a dash of brandy would do the trick, she flicked the switch on the kettle,

"Were out of milk," Joanne called out, Lorraine groaned in frustration, and contemplated just going to bed,

"I'll run to the shop and get some," there was a 24 fuel station within walking distance, she knew that she would just spend the next two hours tossing and turning so she ran up stairs to change, and wash her face then walked back out of the house.

"You need anything," Dean asked his brother on the way out of the hotel, they had been traveling most of the day, and Dean was hungry,

"Nah, man," Sam said, he was on his computer again, it took Dean ten minutes to find a 24 hour fuel station, he parked the car and walked in, the man behind the counter looked at him suspiciously as he walked over to where the pies were, he saw the back of the red head at the fridge section, he checked her out briefly, then turned his attention back to the selection of pastries in front of him,

"Long night love," he heard the man behind the counter say, "is that all"

"Yeah, cheers, Leo," Dean turned, the voice was familiar, it was the red head he had seen by the fridge, he hair had fallen over her face as she rummaged through her bag for some money, he watched as she pushed her hair back behind her ear, revealing her face, he seemed frozen to the spot as he recognized her, Lorraine handed the money to Leo, grabbed the milk off the counter

"Keep safe," he called out to her,

"Always," she replied as she walked out

"You gonna buy something or not," Leo snapped, pulling Dean out of his trance, he grabbed a couple of pies,

"keep the change," he said as he rushed by the counter dropping a couple of notes in front of the man, by the time he had got outside Lorraine was already out of sight, he got back into his car and headed back to the hotel.


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