Veronica Davidson couldn't have been happier when they finally got to Cape Elizabeth at three that day. They probably could have gotten there sooner, but there had been various stops to get out and stretch their legs, or to grab a quick lunch. She slid out of the driver's seat of her car and, raising her hands over her head, she stretched. She gazed up at the Inn in front of her and said, "So this is the Country Rose. Funny, I would have thought that there would be more roses."

The Inn was more like a very large, Victorian, white house, essentially, with a red roof and green trim. It had an amazing view of the Atlantic Ocean, and there was an old lighthouse right behind it, seeing as the hotel was situated on a bluff. It was very peaceful and cozy. There weren't many flowers, mostly different types of bushes, Veronica suspected that they were pretty much natural to the area and that the grounds were merely kept nice without having much else done to it.

Allie got out of the car and said, "I would have thought there would have been at least one rose bush."

Ronnie shrugged and said, "Maybe the inside is completely covered with roses."

Allie shuddered and looked over saying, "Dear God, I hope not."

Ronnie laughed and said, "C'mon, let's just go check in." She glanced back at the trunk, and knew that Allie had about six bags, and she had two suitcases and one bag that was full of her shampoo and conditioner, makeup, things like that that wouldn't fit in her suitcase. She knew that she could make it up to their room with her things, but Allie would have to make another trip. She popped the trunk and said, "Grab two of your suitcases and I'll take one of your bags, and we can come back for the rest."

Allie grabbed some of her things, and handed Ronnie a bag. Ronnie grabbed one of her suitcases as well and they made their way inside. Just as they stopped at the front desk, and the man was searching for their reservations on the computer, Ronnie turned to observe the lobby; it was nicely decorated, very Victorian, and the end tables had vases with roses in them, of all different colors, and the woodwork had roses carved into it sporadically. All in all it was nice, albeit girly and it seemed like the decorators were trying too hard to get their point across.

She had just finished scanning the lobby when two men walked down the winding staircase, headed for the door. One of them was about six foot, with short, dirty blonde or light brown hair. He was wearing a dark brown leather jacket and a pair of jeans. She couldn't see his face very well, but she could tell he was attractive from the way all the girls in the room seemed to follow him with their eyes. Well both men really. The other one was taller, and had darker brown hair that had a shaggy cut. He had turned slightly to address the other one and so she could see him better. He was wearing a gray hoodie and a simple pair of jeans. He was laughing at something the other one had said and Ronnie could tell that he had dimples. She almost whimpered, since she had a thing for dimples, and the fact that he was taller then her, was a big plus.

She nudged Allie, who turned around and whistled lowly. Then she paused and said, "I bet you that they're gay. Or at least one of them is. I bet you that it's Mr. Casanova."

Ronnie cut her eyes to Allie and said, "What? Mr. Casanova?"

Allie nodded and said, "Mr. Casanova is the one in the leather jacket. All of these women are attracted to him. I bet he hasn't come out of the closet yet."

Just then, Mr. Casanova turned slightly towards the front desk, noticed both Ronnie and Allie watching him, and winked. Ronnie rolled her eyes and said dryly, "Gay, huh?"

"Okay, so he's either bisexual, or trying to mess with us, or he's into freaky orgies."

Ronnie laughed and said, "What about all three," before she trained her eyes on the taller one. "Okay, so what about Mr. Sexy?"

"The tall one? He's not making much of a blip on my gaydar. So I would say he's probably either just come out of a relationship or already taken."

Ronnie sighed and said, "I knew he was too sexy to be true."

Allie laughed and opened her mouth to say something when the desk manager cleared his throat and handed them their keys. He said in a scratchy, I've-been-smoking-since-the-day-I-was-born, voice, "You're room is number 336, please enjoy your stay."

They carried what they had up to the third floor and down two different halls to their room, and dropped their stuff on their respective beds.

The room was a medium size, and as soon as you walked in, there was a door off to the right for the bathroom, and then came the main room. The walls were painted a dusty pink and had a border of roses around ceiling. There was a table with three chairs by the window. The trim was all white, and the beds had cream comforters on them. There were two dressers and a TV that Ronnie highly doubted had cable. All in all, it was a nice room, but much like the lobby, the decorators appeared to be trying to hard.

Allie dropped onto her bed and sighed, saying, "I think I could spend the rest of the vacation on this bed."

Ronnie laughed and said, "Well let's hope that if you do, there's someone in it with you." She dodged a pillow thrown at her head and said, "Get up, you still have more crap to carry."

"Can't we just leave it there until we go home?" Allie asked, whining slightly as she sat up.

"Hey, I didn't ask you to bring four freaking suitcases."

Allie grumbled the entire way down the stairs and back out to the car, Ronnie just rolled her eyes and ignored her. After about another fifteen minutes, they finally got everything into their hotel room.

After dragging two suitcases and one bag up the stairs, Allie collapsed onto the bed, complaining about how Ronnie just had to pick an inn without an elevator. Ronnie decided to refrain from mentioning that Allie was actually the one that decided on Cape Elizabeth, and this was the only hotel in the town, or, at least the only nice one in town. Sometimes it was just better to let Allie wallow in her "misery" as she blamed someone else for it.

Ronnie and Allie spent the afternoon unpacking their things, well, Ronnie unpacked. Allie started to unpack, and she found her camcorder, and so she decided to follow Ronnie around their room saying things like, "This is Ronnie Davidson, out of her natural habitat in Baltimore." Or "Its 4:35 PM and Ronnie is busy unpacking, lovely start to a vacation."

After the few mild threats, Ronnie finally said, "Allie, if you don't get that freaking camera out of my freaking face, I'm going to shove it down your throat."

"It's 4:55 and Ronnie is threatening my life. I don't think she'll go through with it." Allie said, grinning behind the camera.

Allie was standing next to Ronnie and so Ronnie turned slightly, grabbed a pillow off of the bed and whacked Allie upside the head with it. Allie wasn't expecting it and she dropped her camera. Normally, Allie would have grabbed a pillow and whacked Ronnie with it, but, this time, Allie was too worried over the state of her camera.

"HEY!" She exclaimed. After checking it over to make sure it was still working she said, "That could have broken!"

"Good." Ronnie muttered.

Allie opened the camera again and said, "It's 5:00 PM and Ronnie almost broke my camera."

Ronnie held up a red high heeled shoe threateningly in Allie's direction and, Allie didn't doubt that Ronnie would throw it. She sighed in defeat and placed the camera on the dresser.

Ronnie examined her things, and saw that she didn't have much else to unpack. It was mostly shoes. She glanced over at Allie's half unpacked bags and said, "I'm going to take a shower. You can unpack and then we'll go out and go find a bar or something."

With that she grabbed some clothes and her bag that contained things like her shampoo, and shower gel, and conditioner, and headed into the bathroom. She heard Allie sigh as she shut the door, and start moving around, supposedly unpacking. Ronnie showered quickly and plugged in her hairdryer and dried her short hair. She got dressed in a pair of distressed jeans and a red halter. She did her makeup and exited the room, heading for the suitcase on her bed, and put on the red heels that she had threatened Allie with earlier.

Allie grabbed her clothes from her suitcase, changed quickly, did her hair and makeup and came out wearing a pair of nice light blue jeans, and a pink t-shirt with cherries on it that read; 'I love you Cherry much.' Allie put on a pair of black ballet flats and stood up, grabbing her purse.

Ronnie grabbed her hotel key, some money, and a light jacket, because while it wasn't winter cold, they were up north, and it was still September. Allie grabbed one as well, and they left their room.

"Well aren't you all dressed up," Ronnie said dryly as she got into the driver seat of her car.

Allie rolled her eyes and said, "You know I'm not as into the bar scene as you are."

Ronnie laughed and said, "I don't think it's the bar scene you're not into, I think that it's the hitting on guys you don't go out for."

It was true; Allie was shyer than Ronnie when it came to men, even if Ronnie had only had a handful of boyfriends. Allie let the men come to her, while Ronnie, who wasn't exactly the relationship type, much to her mother's chagrin, went to the guys, flirting non stop, and didn't really care whether anything came from it or not.

They found a bar near the edge of town, and went in. It was smoky, and had a bout twenty four tables scattered around and a bar in the center of the room. There were four pool tables in the back, and Ronnie was fairly certain that there was a dart board somewhere back there as well. She grinned at the thought of hustling some guy to 'teach' her pool, in order to get him to make a move on her. Or, to get some spare cash for drinks, she could pretend she didn't know how to play very well, but still bet some guy that she could beat him. She had done this multiple times and it always worked.

She followed Allie to a table, and put her coat on the back of a chair. "I'll go get the drinks, beer okay?" She asked.

"That's fine." Allie said, sitting down. The bar wasn't very crowded but it was busy. She waited for the bartender to come over, and ordered a beer and a glass of wine. She carried them both back to the table and sat there talking to Allie for about a half an hour when Allie kicked her under the table and said, "Misters Casanova and Sexy are here. What are the odds?"

Ronnie's eyes lit up and turned, eager to see Mr. Sexy and watched them as they scanned the room, and headed to a table in a darker section of the bar, near the back and sat down, both with a clear view of the door. She turned around and said, "Let me know when one of them gets up to go get drinks."

"Casanova is getting up right now."

Ronnie smirked, "Perfect."

Allie raised an eyebrow and said, "Why, gonna go hit on a gay guy and try and turn him straight?"

Ronnie smirked and said, "No, I'm going to send him over to you so that you can do it."

At first, Allie had assumed that Ronnie was joking, but when Ronnie stood up from the table, winked at Allie cheekily, and headed over to the bar, empty wine glass in hand, she groaned, knowing that she was going to go talk to him.

Mr. Casanova was standing at the bar next to a vacant stool, and Ronnie had to control a grin, he couldn't have made it any easier. She slid onto the stool rather gracefully, which surprised her, because she was usually a klutz at the most awkward and inappropriate of times. Casanova glanced over and she smiled up at him, flirtatiously and said, "Hey." Before turning her attention towards the bartender, signaling that she wanted another round of drinks. He signaled for her to wait a minute and then she turned back to Casanova who had started to tap his fingers on the bar in some kind of rhythm that probably only made sense to him.

"Have I seen you around before?" She asked, knowing full well that she had seen him earlier that afternoon.

Casanova glanced over and asked, "Is this a pick up line or an actual question?"

Ronnie grinned and said, "Mostly a question."

Casanova laughed and said, "Maybe you have, are you visiting town?"

"Yea. I'm staying at the Country Rose."

"So am I, although I'm not sure where the name of the inn came from."

"I think they were aiming for quaint."

"They ended up with corny."

Ronnie laughed. She liked this Casanova; she wasn't attracted to him, not like Mr. Sexy, but she could see herself being friends with him. She pretended to think for a second, and then gasped slightly, like she had just had an epiphany, which in a way she did, but it was only about how to get him to introduce her to Mr. Sexy, whether it was directly or indirectly.

"I know where I've seen you before!" She said smiling at him.

Casanova looked at her, amused, "You do?"

"You winked at me and my friend this afternoon as we were checking in!"

He thought for a second and said, "You were the one that rolled her eyes weren't you."

Ronnie smiled proudly and said, "That was me." She stuck out a hand for him to shake, "Veronica Davidson, but you can call me Ronnie."

"Dean Winchester." Casanova stated as he took her hand. He thought a second before asking her, "If you were the one that rolled her eyes, then why are you sitting here hitting on me now?"

She laughed, "I'm not hitting on you, I'm flirting with you, there's a difference."

He raised an eyebrow, "And that difference is…?"

"You're flirting back. And I don't hit on guys; I merely flirt with them until they make a move. However, that's not why I'm here."

"Why are you here then?"

She grinned and said, "Because I want you to introduce me to you're friend," gesturing over his shoulder to the subject in question.

His brow furrowed for a second, before he glanced back slightly and turned back to Ronnie saying, "That's my brother, Sam."

So Mr. Sexy has a name, She thought wryly, before saying, "Well then, I want you to introduce me to your brother Sam."

"If you're interested in my brother, then why are you over here flirting with me."

Ronnie's grin widened, "Because it's driving my friend crazy." She had had her back towards Allie the entire time, and so she turned around and waved cheekily at her. Allie merely scowled in response.

Dean raised an eyebrow and observed Allie over Ronnie's shoulder. "I have to say, I was wondering how I was going to let you down easily so that I could go talk to your friend."

Ronnie laughed, "I guess your little dilemma is solved then, isn't it?" It was a statement, not a question.

"Guess so. How about this, you introduce me to your friend-"

"Allie."

"You introduce me to Allie, and I'll introduce you to my brother."

The bartender came over and filled their orders while Ronnie said, "I have a better idea, are you any good at pool?"

Dean smirked, "Yea, are you?"

Ronnie fought a smirk; she had been playing pool since she was about ten. She was better then just good, but she said anyway, "I'm alright."

"So what does pool have to do with your idea?"

"We play one game, you win, I introduce you to Allie, I win, you introduce me to Sam."

Dean looked at her as if appraising her carefully, before shrugging, a slow smile spreading across his handsome face, "Alright. I'll meet you at the pool table; I'm just going to go take my brother his drink."

Ronnie nodded and got up saying dryly, "I don't know if I'll be able to contain my anticipation."

Dean snorted and said, "Do try," before walking away towards his brother. Ronnie observed Sam for a second, before turning, and taking Allie's beer to her.

"I thought that you were going to send Mr. Casanova my way so that I could turn him straight?"

"All in good time grasshopper. I'm about to go lose me a game of pool."

"But you're great at pool, how do you know you're going to lose?" Allie asked in confusion.

"Because, grasshopper, if he wins, I get to introduce him to you, and poor Mr. Sexy is all by his lonesome, free for me to swoop in and flirt my little heart out."

Allie laughed and asked, "You couldn't just walk over there and flirt with him without elaborate scheming? And will you stop calling me 'Grasshopper'?"

"Now grasshopper, where would be the fun in that?" Ronnie asked seriously, before saying, "Besides, this way, I'm assured no interruptions."

Allie rolled her eyes at her friend and Ronnie winked at her before heading back to the pool table where Dean was already waiting.

"Want to play nine ball?" Ronnie asked, "Shorter game, which means that I get to be introduced to your brother sooner."

Dean shrugged and said, "That's fine, do you want to break?"

Ronnie shook her head and said, "Ladies first."

Dean glared at her and she laughed, but he broke anyway, he sunk two balls. He moved to align with the cue ball aiming at the number four ball. He sunk it in a corner pocket and said, "Guess that means I'm solids."

"Guess so." Ronnie said, leaning against the edge of the table, sipping her wine. The next move, he was just short of the hole, and so Ronnie grinned, saying, "Guess it's my turn."

She leaned forward and noticed that as she did so, Dean's eyes darted to her cleavage, she grinned saying; "Being stealthy isn't exactly your strong suit, now is it?"

"What do you mean?" Dean asked, attempting innocence.

"I saw you just look at my breasts. You weren't very discreet about it."

Dean didn't respond and she sunk the 11 ball into one of the side pockets. She took her next turn, but 'accidentally' scratched. And so the game continued on much the same way; playful banter and Ronnie making attempts to keep the game from ending far too quickly, he was good; she had to give him that. It was actually difficult for her to throw the game, while her competitive streak wanted to beat him.

Dean sunk the eight ball and grinned at her, "Guess I won."

"I never would have guessed." Ronnie said dryly.

"You know what that means."

"That I'm a little rusty?"

"I get to be introduced to Allie."

Ronnie had to laugh at his statement, he sounded rather eager actually, and from the time she had spent with him, he defiantly didn't act gay, unless all gay guys checked out her breasts and butt, but she was fairly certain that most gay men couldn't care less about her anatomy once they were certain it was generally in the correct area.

She led him back to the bar and said, "Get another drink, I'll wave you over." It wasn't nearly as busy at the bar as it had been when they were sitting there earlier and so she knew she'd only have a few minutes to give Allie the heads up.

"Wait, why am I not going over there with you?"

Ronnie looked at him like he had never been introduced to anyone before in his life, and then thought, he probably went straight up to the girls he was interested in and began to hit on them. "Because, it gives me time to prepare her for your arrival. I can talk you up a little before you get there, and this way it seems less like, 'Oh Allie, this is Dean, he's some really hot guy that I met at the bar and have been flirting with for the last half an hour, talk to him, he's good people.' And it's more like, 'Oh Allie, I want you to meet this guy Dean, he's attractive and funny and I think you'll really like him, oh there he is now, let me call him over whether you like it or not.' Besides, it gives you an air of nonchalance."

Dean snorted and said, "Good people? Do people actually say that?"

Ronnie glared at him and said, "Keep it up Chuckles, and I'll tell her that you threatened me to get me to introduce you to her, and then you wont be such good people, now will you?" She was bluffing, because she didn't want anything to interfere with her meeting with Sam, which she had plotted out practically down to the second. But he didn't need to know that. That sounded like stalker behavior, not like a woman who knew what she wanted, which is what she was. And right now, she wanted Mr. Sexy.

Dean laughed and said, "Yes ma'am. You are running the show here."

Ronnie grinned, she liked being in charge. So she shooed him over to the bar and said, "Get another beer Chuckles, I'll call you over in five minutes."

"I'll be counting down the seconds."

"I'm sure." Ronnie said dryly, before heading over to Allie, saying, "I threw the game." Subtlety was never her strong point.

"And what does this have to do with me turning Casanova-"

"Dean Winchester." Ronnie supplied wondering why she didn't stop for more wine, as she looked into her empty glass.

"-Turning Casanova straight?" Allie continued, as if Ronnie never spoke at all.

"Well, grasshopper, I'm going to introduce the two of you. You two are going to hit it off. Poor Mr. Sexy shall be all by his lonesome, and I'll swoop in to rescue him."

"You're not going to stop calling me Grasshopper are you?" Allie asked, more of a statement then a question.

"You're learning grasshopper." Ronnie grinned.

Allie had long since learned that reasoning with Ronnie, once she had set her mind to something, was quite often fruitless. Something Ronnie's own mother had yet to come to terms with. However Allie was just as stubborn, if not more, at times, then Ronnie and so it was a quality they could accept in each other.

Ronnie glanced at Dean who seemed to be waiting impatiently and pointed at his wrist, as if to suggest that time was running out. She figured she better wrap up the whole, "talking Dean up" thing. Or, actually start. She cleared her throat and deciding not to mess with a good thing, mimicked her words from earlier and said; "Oh Allie, I want you to meet this guy Dean, he's attractive and funny and I think you'll really like him, oh there he is now, let me call him over whether you like it or not." She raised her hand and waved at him, and grinned back at Allie who looked torn between amusement and what seemed like the desperate urge to sink into the floor boards.

Ronnie winked and said, "Come on, work your feminine wiles. Turn him straight. You know you want to."

Allie merely glared at her, but her expression was soon changed to a forced smile as Ronnie said cheerfully, purposely ignoring her friends discomfort; "Dean! I'm glad you came over, this is Allie, Allie, Dean Winchester."

Allie turned and smiled, shaking his hand and smiling at him, and Ronnie contained a smirk at the fact that Allie's smile was slightly less forced then before.

Dean grinned down at Allie, obviously sure of himself and said, "Want to compare tan lines?"

Ronnie snorted, trying not to laugh at the obvious, and definitely lame, pick up line.

"Sorry, but I don't have any." Allie said looking slightly amused at the pick up line herself.

Dean smiled even wider and said, "I'm afraid I'll have to check anyway."

Dean had sat down in the chair next to Allie and Ronnie cleared her throat saying, "Well, I'll just leave you two to talk." With that she grabbed her empty glass and added, "I'm going to go disappear for a while, drink, flirt, play pool, yada, yada, yada."

Allie nodded, and Ronnie headed off to the bar, got a refill and set her sights on Mr. Sexy. She was about to head over when she glanced at Dean and Allie, who were talking, and there didn't seem to be any awkwardness between them. She grinned. 'This is perfect,' she thought. She crossed the room, and standing next to Mr. Sexy said, "Can I sit?"

He glanced up from what seemed to be an old day planner with tons of newspaper clippings and pictures and papers shoved in. He closed it quickly, noticing that she had noticed the book. He cleared his throat, and said, confused; "What?"

She smiled and gestured to a chair before repeating her self, "Can I sit? Your brother is over there talking up my friend, and it's kind of disgusting, and I was feeling like a bit of a third wheel, so…" She trailed off and smiled at him hopefully, deciding that the fact that she had planned this wasn't important right that moment.

He smiled pleasantly back at her and gestured for her to take a seat. She took the one across from him, noting that his smile was even better up close then when she had seen it earlier.

"So, you've obviously met my brother." Mr. Sexy said, rather awkwardly.

"Yea. He kind of reminds me of a wannabe modern day James Bond. You know, add a British accent, put him in a tuxedo, he could probably do it."

Mr. Sexy laughed and said, "I've never thought of it that way."

"He's obviously a ladies man." Ronnie added, glancing over to see him sweet talk, or attempt to sweet talk, Allie.

"That he is actually," There was a pause and then, he added; "I'm sorry, I haven't even introduced myself. Sam Winchester."

Ronnie smiled and said, "Veronica Davidson. Feel free to call me Ronnie."

Sam nodded and said, "Pleased to meet you."

"You too."

They sat there for a little while, tapping their fingers on the table, glancing at each other then glancing away, tapping their feet, and all around being uncomfortable when Sam asked, "So tell me, you spent about half an hour with my brother, and then you just hand him off to your friend. You weren't 'swayed by his irresistible charms'?"

Ronnie snorted and said, "Hardly. Truth is, I went up to him because Allie and I- Allie's the girl he's hitting on right now-well Allie and I had a slight wager about whether or not he's gay. So I decided to go up there and send him over to Allie so that she could 'turn him straight' or whatever."

Sam laughed and said, "Does he know about this?"

Ronnie grinned and shook her head. "Not at all."

"It would be a horrible blow to his ego if he ever found out."

"Most definitely." Ronnie agreed.

And from there the two of them talked about anything and everything before Allie came over saying, "Hate to break up this party, but it's been a long day. Ready to go back to the hotel?"

Ronnie raised her eyebrows and fished out her cell phone to check the time as she said, "Go back? It's only…" She trialed off after checking the time, "Midnight. I guess it is time to go back." She turned to Sam and said, "I had a lot of fun tonight Sam. We should do this again sometime."

"We should." Sam agreed smiling.

She noticed Dean standing there for the first time and he was giving both Sam and herself a knowing smirk. She rolled her eyes amused and took the coat that Allie handed to her. She waved goodbye and the two left the bar.

When the two got back to the hotel room, Allie went to wash the makeup from her face or something and Ronnie was sitting on her bed trying to find anything good on TV.

She saw a red blinking light and yelled, "Hey Allie, did you leave your camera running?"

"What?" Allie asked, practically flying out of the bathroom. She checked the camera and cursed, "Yea, I did. Now, not only did I loose a bunch of tape, but I ran down the battery."

Ronnie, who had just found a Spanish soap-opera with an attractive man who was not only angry but without a shirt, merely nodded and said, "That sucks."

Allie ignored this and was busy rewinding the film so that she could see how much tape she wasted. She stopped suddenly and said, "Oh my God."

"What is it?" Ronnie asked, barely glancing up from the show, which she couldn't understand, but it was still centered on the topless man, so she didn't mind.

"You should take a look at what's on this tape."

Ronnie rolled her eyes but humored her friend and went over to look at the tape. Her eyes widened at what she saw and she mimicked her friend's words from earlier. "Oh my God."