A/N: This installment is from Dean's side of things. There's one more after this. Again, already written, so I'll be posting again soon! Please do let me know if you're enjoying this! Reviews are better than chocolate!

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For Me It Happens All the Time

The sound of the tires shushing over the pavement doesn't soothe like it normally does. Deciding to interrupt the quiet, Dean flips on the radio.

Skimming through the stations, he stops when the notes of a familiar song catch his attention. He closes his eyes for a second, his hand stilling on the dial.

It's "their song." His and Sophia's. Nothing he would have ever listened to; primarily because it's not Zeppelin. But she had insisted he listen, and he had to admit, it suited them.

He knows he should change the station, put in a tape, anything. But he can't stop himself from listening and remembering.

~~~SPN~~~

It isn't often she's able to lure him to the dance floor, but he agreed tonight. Just wanted to hold her in his arms really.

"Listen to the song, Dean," she whispers in his ear before snuggling back in his arms.

He looks down at her, but her eyes are closed and she's swaying to the music. He tunes into the song, following the lyrics as he holds her.

As he listens, he understands what she wants him to hear. He holds her tighter and kisses the top her head. He doesn't know where she found this song, but somehow it's perfect for them. It says all the things he finds it so hard to explain and does it a hell of a lot better than he ever could.

When the song ends, she looks up at him, eyes shining. Lost in her, he leans down and brushes his lips against hers.

"Let's get outta here," he mumbles. He's going to take her back to the motel and make love to her. He doesn't have the words to tell her what he feels, but he can show her. Make her understand.

He kisses her tenderly. Passionately. Yeah, he'll show her everything.

~~~SPN~~~

He flips the radio off almost violently and pounds a fist on the steering wheel. No. He's not doing this. He told her when she walked out not to worry about coming back and he meant it. He's fine without her.

In fact, he's going to go out tonight. Hit a bar. Find a pretty girl and flirt with her. Hell, maybe he'll even take her to bed. Why not? If Sophia doesn't want him, that's great. It's not like she's the only woman on the planet. And Dean Winchester has never had any trouble with the ladies.

He purposefully ignores the twinge in his heart as he thinks about being with another woman. It's time to move on. He can't miss her forever. Right?

So yeah, he's gonna brush off his lady killer skills and get back in the saddle.

~~~SPN~~~

He leans over the table, eyes on hers, cocky grin on his lips. "Aw, c'mon Sophia, you know you want to..."

She rolls her eyes. "Know I want to what?"

He leans even closer and she doesn't back away, just looks back at him with a raised eyebrow and a hint of a smile. He can smell her perfume or shampoo or whatever it is and it's delicious.

Reaching out, he strokes a finger over the back of her hand. Her skin is unbelievably soft and warm. He watches her try to suppress a shiver and swallows back a growl of triumph.

Looking around as if to make sure no one's listening, he murmurs, "You know you want to kiss me."

Sophia shifts, so near he can feel her breath on his cheek. "You think so, huh?" she whispers huskily as her eyes drift down to his mouth then back to his.

His breathing quickens and somehow teasing her doesn't matter anymore. He really wants to taste those lips. See if they're as soft and yielding as they look. Her sassy mouth has been tormenting him since the moment he met her. And now is his chance to get something back.

Her lips almost brush his as she says, "That is so not gonna happen, Winchester."

When she sits back in her chair and takes a sip of her beer, he almost falls forward on his face. "Son of bitch," he mutters, straightening up and reaching for his whiskey glass with a sulky frown.

He hears her throaty laugh and looks up to see her wink at him. Relaxing back, he takes a slug of the whiskey and shakes his head with a rueful grin.

~~~SPN~~~

Pulling into the bar parking lot, he shuts off the car and rests his head on the steering wheel. He's not going to be in any shape to do anything tonight if he can't get past all the memories. He really needs to move on.

Dean gets out of the Impala and starts across the lot. He walks slowly, his thoughts still consumed with Sophia. In frustration, he kicks a rock across the asphalt. God, he needs a drink.

He nearly stops in his tracks when he spots a little red Mustang that looks just like hers. Obviously, fate is plotting against him tonight. He shakes his head and moves on.

He really should have stopped her that night. Should have stopped her and kissed her and told her he was sorry and convinced her to stay. It should never have gotten this far. Coulda, shoulda, woulda.

The next memory hits hard, squeezing his heart and stealing his breath.

~~~SPN~~~

"You son of a bitch!" she hisses, shoving him away. She stalks across the room to the connecting door to their room, slamming it nearly off the hinges behind her.

Shock and anger keep him rooted in place for a moment. Anger wins, however, and he shoots after her, flinging the door open and following her to the dresser.

When she starts dragging clothes out and tossing them into her bag, he growls, "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Like it's not obvious. But his mind isn't thinking straight. He's pissed and now he's scared.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" she bites. "I'm outta here. I thought you'd changed, but it's pretty clear that was a pipe dream. I must have been out of mind."

"You're leaving?" His tone is stunned, then angry. Angry works better than scared. Angry is easier than talking to her. Telling her how he feels. If she wants to leave...

"Fine. Whatever," he growls. "I thought you were done running away, but I must have been out of my mind."

He sees her flinch, but she keeps packing, her face tight. She's really going to do this. And he doesn't know how to stop it.

He grits his teeth and fights the pain with more anger. An ultimatum. "If you go now, don't worry about coming back, Sophia."

The door clicks shut behind her and the last thing he hears is the growl of the Mustang's engine gunning out of the parking lot.

~~~SPN~~~

He shakes his head as he reaches the door of the bar. This is all wrong. He's a complete fool for pretending his life is worth anything without her. Finding some air-headed bar bunny and bedding her isn't going to change anything. Hell, it'll probably just make him feel like shit.

Raking his hand through his hair, he steps into the bar. He digs in his pocket for his phone, jaw set. He's going to call her and he's going to figure out how to make this right.

He punches the buttons on the phone, hesitating just a moment before putting it to his ear. As he does, however, he realizes he can hear Sophia's ringtone over the bar noise.

Stunned, he nearly drops the phone as he scans the bar for the source of the sound. His heart starts to beat faster as he spots her dark hair. She's sitting about halfway down the bar, staring at her phone as if it's come alive.

He clicks the button to end the call and the tone stops. Not sure what to do next, he pauses, watching her.

After a moment, she wipes her face and picks up the phone. She's been crying? He steps toward her, stopping again when the phone in his hand starts to ring.

He knows the moment she hears his phone because she freezes, then turns slowly on the stool. Her eyes widen as she spots him and her hand comes up to cover her mouth.

Without really thinking about it, he's in front of her and she's looking up at him. His thoughts are completely scattered as he breathes her in and his hand rises to stroke her cheek.

She closes her eyes and leans into his hand, a tear dripping down her pale cheek. He catches it with his thumb, brushing it away.

At last, she raises her gaze to his and opens her mouth to speak. He can feel her confusion. Her hope. Her pain.

But before she can say a word, he silences her with a kiss. Long and deep. Tender. He pours all the emotions he's felt since she left into it. She tastes of the whiskey he normally drinks.

Her arms slide under his jacket to wrap around his waist, fingers tangling in his shirt as she presses against him. She's trembling.

Reluctantly, he pulls away, remembering where they are. Their eyes meet. She nods in answer to his unspoken question, grabs her jacket and phone and joins their hands as she leads him out of the bar.

They don't speak as Sophia guides him across the parking lot to the hotel next door. She opens the door to her room and draws him inside. Tossing her things on the table, she slowly turns to face him.

"Dean, I..."