Dean walked into the local diner getting a wink from the girl at the register. He smiled as he walked to the table in the back and sat down in front of Sam.

"Hey man," he said, "Sorry I'm late. I had a long night."

"What do you expect when you work security at one of the hottest night clubs in the area?" asked Sam taking a sip of his coffee and smirking.

"Not that…just had a strange dream kind of kept me up."

"Aw poor Dean having nightmares? Do I have to call mom for you to tuck you in?"

"Bite me bitch."

Sam laughed making Dean smirk. The girl at the register came over and brought Dean his usual.

"Thanks Chelsea."

"No problem Dean," she smiled at him as she chewed on her bottom lip before walking away.

"Girl has had the biggest crush on you since you started coming to this place."

"What can I say?" Dean asked smirking at Dean as he grabbed the hot sauce, "It's the Dean Winchester charm. Get's them every time."

"Whatever you say Dean."

"It's true…I met this girl last night. Hot little piece of ass-"

"Dean," Sam cut her off, "If you're going to tell me about how you go laid please…don't."

Dean laughed, "That's the thing I didn't. I could have lied and told you I did like big brothers do but I didn't that's how much I love ya."

Sam shook his head as he dug into his eggs. "So what she laugh at your stupid lines?"

"No…I didn't even get a chance to give them to her. She came onto me and well…since I was working we got distracted and well she left."

Sam couldn't hold back, he laughed. Dean, who had a mouthful of French toast, looked at his brother, "What?" he asked some crumbs falling out of his mouth.

"She- she left you! A girl actually left you!"

"Shut up!"

Sam laughed, "Alright…alright…" Sam shook his head again finding it funny that some girl ran off on Dean. The first time that he knows of a girl running off on Dean. He found it hilarious actually. "So did you hear about Manning Manor being sold?"

"Serious?" asked Dean wiping his mouth with his napkin. "Who would want to buy that place? It's old and expensive."

"Yeah I know…I just overheard about it at the corner store while I was getting my groceries. They said her name was…uh, Christa or Christina…Kirsten? I'm not too sure but anyway-"

"A woman huh? Rich too…may have to take a trip up there." Dean winked at Sam making Sam shaking his head at his brother. "Gonna find me a sugar mama."

"Highly doubtful Dean. If she's rich I doubt she'll be hanging around the places you go."

Dean made a face and ate more of his French toast. "Yeah you're right. She's probably some stuck up snob with a fiancé somewhere in Europe."

Sam laughed, "Yeah probably."

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Dean stood outside the nightclub with his sunglasses on, his black t-shirt tight on his back and he stood against the wall his arms across his chest.

"Hi Dean!" yelled a few girls in line and he smirked at them walking over to them.

"Hey ladies," he said walking up to them. He couldn't remember for the life of him any of their names. Sure he slept with…three out of four of them but he couldn't even remember.

"Do you think you could let us in?" the one in the purple dressed asked.

"I don't know. You know about our capacity rule…"

"Please!" They begged giving him their flirty eyes and smiles. The same thing he saw every night.

"Alright, but I need something in return."

"Anything," said the girl with the black tube top.

Dean placed his finger to his cheek and the girls smiles grew. The four of them each gave him a kiss on the cheek and he unhooked the rope. He walked them over to the door and opened it up.

"Have fun ladies!"

"Thanks Dean!"

He smirked and closed the door. He stood back and watched everything around him. Everything seemed normal until an engine caught his attention along with everyone else's.

A beautiful black Audi R8 raced up the street and parked out front of the club. The driver side door slid up and everyone waited to see who was going to get out.

Dean's breath hitched when he saw the beautiful dark hair and when she turned around she smiled at him. She walked around the car shutting the door with the button on the key. Dean looked her up and down, tonight she was wearing a long tight pretty powder blue strapless dress with a slit up her right side. Her heels matched the blue on his dress and she walked up to him.

Dean's face was straight but he just wanted to gawk like every man that was waiting in line.

"Hi," she said and licked her lips.

Dean smirked looking her up and down again and she grinned at him as if she knew what he was doing behind his sunglasses, "Hey."

"Could you do me a favor?" She asked tilting her head a bit and then biting softly on her bottom lip looking him up and down very obviously.

"I'll do whatever you want," he said with a grin. He made sure to flex his biceps when her eyes landed on them then back at his face.

She walked closer to him pulling out a fifty and placing it in his pocket, "Find someone to park my car." She grinned up at him and made sure her hand and nails moved against his thigh in his jeans. "Then," she pulled out a hundred showing him before placing it in his back pocket and squeezed his ass with a tiny pinch and laughed a bit, "Let me in the door." She licked her lips and Dean's grin stayed on his face as he turned to the side and grabbed hold of the door handle opening it up for her.

She walked a little ways to the door and stopped in front of him placing her hand on his chest and bit her bottom lip looking up at him. "And then maybe later when you get off you should find me." She put her keys out dangling them in front of him before dropping them and he grabbed them. "Hope to see you soon Dean."

She licked her lips letting her hand move across his body before walking in. Dean's eyes landed on her ass and he let out a deep breath shaking his head. She was going to eat him alive. It's been a couple weeks since he has gotten laid he could live with getting eaten.

If only Dean knew…

Dean stood outside and stifled a yawn as he looked at his watch. 2 AM, almost time to go home. He looked at the line of people that didn't get in, definitely time to send these guys home.

"Alright," said Dean, "You know what time it is. You don't have to go home but you need to get the hell out of here."

He heard a lot of them sigh and bicker with their significant other about standing in line and getting dressed up for no reason at all. Dean laughed as he watched them all walk off and he heard the door close behind him.

"Laughing at others misery?"

Dean turned and saw her. He bit his bottom lip taking off his sunglasses and she looked into his green eyes. Kristen wanted Dean in the worst way it was killing her to be this close and not to have him.

"So," she said with that seductive smile, "Is it time for you to get off?"

Dean, wanting her to see, looked her up and down again. Her body was just enticing. He wanted a piece of it. She was different than the other girls he has had flings with, one they were girls and she was a woman and two…God help him he couldn't think of two. The only two things he was thinking about her were her two legs and what was between them.

"I wish," he said with a bit of a pout making her laugh, "But I have one more hour to get everyone out from inside." She nodded but her smile never left her face as she stared at him with those gorgeous green eyes; they were the darkest green eyes he's ever seen. An emerald like color you would see on a gem. "So…you leaving so soon?"

"No…just wanted to come out here and see how much longer you were going to be."

Dean smirked crossing his arms across his chest. Game time. "Why is that?"

"I was hoping you and I had plans." She looked down at herself as she pulled a folded piece of paper out of her bra. She walked closer to him with that seductive smile. She grabbed his hand and opened it up. Her nails grazed his skin teasingly and she felt him shiver at the feeling. She glanced up at him through her hair that fell in front of her face. She licked her lips as she closed his hand with the paper inside. She kept her hands on the one that was folded up as she looked at him, "Meet me at this address…if you think you have the guts."

Just as she leaned up and kissed the side of his face, the valet pulled up with her car. She pulled back and smiled at Dean who had that smirk on his face, "Hope to see you later." She winked at him as she walked towards her car.

Dean watched her with every step she took. That ass was taunting him. He watched her drive off and he opened his hand to see the paper had her lip stick on it. He grinned as he opened the folded paper up and was shocked.

"Holy shit."

Her address was Manning's Manor. He smirked as he looked down the street she disappeared down. He was so in the door with this one…and he still didn't know her name.

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Dean pulled up to the mansion about and looked up at it. He has never been up here before. He got out of his car and walked up the many steps. He looked down at the piece of paper wondering if she gave him the wrong address. He swallowed hard as he was about to push the doorbell the door opened and a man stood in front of him.

"Um…I, uh," Dean didn't know what to say. Fuck he didn't even know her name! "This chick-"

"Mr. Winchester I presume?" he asked.

"Uh, yeah?"

"Ms. Sinclair is expecting you."

Dean nodded. Ok, have a last name. Now what the fuck is her first name?

Dean walked in past the guy at the door. He looked him once over as he closed the door. Dean was about to say something when he heard heels behind him.

"Dean…you showed up," said Kristen with a smile.

Dean looked her up and down and immediately felt a slight twitch in his pants. She was wearing a short dress that was tight at the bottom but loose at the top but showed off her middle section. He just fantasized licking all the way up from her navel up to her chest. Her hair was straight down like earlier and her eyes were wild as ever. He felt this strange feeling inside him, it was more than want of sex that he was feeling from this woman, no he felt something different and he couldn't place it.

Kristen grabbed his one hand and leaned up kissing his cheek.

"You sound surprise," he said as she pulled back. He looked down at her lips and just wanted to taste them.

"Well, we just met you may have thought of me as some serial killer." She laughed as she led him into the living room.

"I thought many things but not a serial killer." He looked at her ass in that tight dress and bit his bottom lip. The dress shaped her ass perfectly and she had a perfect size ass.

She turned to look at him as if sensing his eyes on her and he looked up with an innocent smile. She gave him a smile back before turning back and walking into the living room.

"You want a drink?"

"Got a beer?" He looked around. Course she wouldn't, she probably has wine and other expensive shit lying around.

"Of course. Make yourself at home. I'll be right back," she winked at him before walking towards a door in the back of the living room where he guessed was the kitchen.

Dean looked around and plopped down on the couch with a grin on his face, "Oh I can so make myself comfortable here." He looked back over at the door, "Shit…what is her name?"

Kristen opened the two beers. She took the cap of the one and sliced her finger open. She took his beer and spilled some of her blood inside of it. She smiled, "Soon you will be mine." She placed her finger into her mouth and moaned.

Dean looked around the living room noticing a few paintings on the wall. There was one that caught his eye and it was of her lying down naked on her side. His eyebrows rose as he stared at it. Her hair was covering her breast and her one leg was propped in front of her. She was covered but she still looked damn beautiful.

"I hope I didn't keep you waiting," she said as she walked back in.

Dean sat up and took the beer from her, "Nah, just looking around at, uh, your paintings." He took a swig of his beer and Kristen watched. A small smile spread across her face and she looked at the painting of herself.

"Which one do you like?" she asked taking a small sip of her own beer.

Dean glanced over at the one of her and then back at her. She smiled looking over at it and placing her beer on the table. "I got that done when I was 18. Famous artist in Paris did it." She looked at Dean, "He said he wanted to capture my young beautiful body as it was because some things never stay the same unless you drink the fountain of youth."

"Fountain of youth?"

Kristen waved her hand rolling her eyes, "He was a kook but I paid him and I think it came out very well."

"He was right about one thing it did capture your beauty."

She smiled at him, "Why thank you Dean?"

Dean smirked and when she said his name it hit him, "How, uh, how do you know my name? I mean I never caught yours."

"Oh I am so sorry. Where are my manners? Kristen."

"Kristen," he nodded, "I like that."

She smiled, "Thank you…and to answer your question I heard the bartender that night call you over before we met and well I couldn't keep my eyes off of you."

Dean grinned as he leaned closer to her, "To be honest…I can't keep my eyes off of you whenever you're nearby."

"Good because I like you staring at me," she bit her bottom lip not taking her eyes off of his.

Dean kept his grin on his face. He was so in with this one and he wouldn't mind staying.

Dean turned his head drinking his beer, "So," he said placing it down on the table and turning his body so he was facing her. His arm was propped up on the back of the couch and she turned the same to face him but kept her legs up on the couch underneath her, "What brings a woman like you into a town like this?"

"Something caught my attention."

Dean arched an eyebrow, "Is that so?"

She grinned at him, "Yes…but we can talk about that later." Dean felt her nails grazing his arm and he smirked. He felt a slight chill run through his body; he loved this woman touching him. He felt as if fire was sent through him when he felt her touching him, skin against skin and he wondered what else he would feel when she touched him other ways. Something told him she was a little wild but he could probably deal…hopefully.

Kristen's hand pressed against the muscle in his bicep and she bit her bottom lip softy as she tilted her head, "You're a strong one aren't ya?"

"In many ways." Dean licked his lips as she moved closer to him and her hand moved to his chest.

Kristen could feel his heart pounding against her hand and his blood coursing through his veins. It made her want and need for him stronger. She read about this in one of her many books and wondered if Dean was the one for her. The one that she could smell his scent from miles which lead her to this little town to the nightclub he worked at. Was Dean her soul mate?

"I like that." Her eyes caught his again and then she looked towards his neck and smirked, "What happened?"

Dean put a hand over his neck and felt two little scabs on his neck, "That's strange," he muttered.

"What is?"

"I could have sworn they weren't there." He looked at her and she just smiled at him. He shook his head, "I had this crazy dream."

"Tell me about it. I love dreams. I love hearing about people's dreams because I can't."

"You can't dream?"

She shook her head a sad smile spreading across her face, "No and when I do their nightmares."

Dean placed his hand on hers and felt an instant connection with her. They tangled their fingers together and held them palm to palm. She smiled at the move he pulled but didn't say anything.

"Well…the night we met I had a dream of you."

She smirked, "What kind of dream?"

"You may not want to know."

She laughed, "I want to know." She placed her free hand on his knee, "Tell me." She softly rubbed his knee and Dean felt himself becoming hotter within the seconds.

"Well…" Dean rubbed his forehead and then looked back at her, "me and you were having sex…well about to anyway until…"

"Until what?"

Dean stopped. He couldn't remember. He couldn't remember the rest of the dream.

"Uh…that's so strange I can't remember. I just remember having this sharp pain in my neck and I woke up and went to check it and nothing was there."

"Maybe it's a spider bite." She leaned closer expecting it, "I've seen many when I was in Africa."

Dean chuckled turning his head to look at her as she inspected his wound, "Any place you haven't been?"

She smiled and looked at him. Dean licked his lips, "Yeah," she moved so she was straddling his lap, "right here."

"I surely would remember if you have been here before," Dean said as he maneuvered himself against the couch to get into a more comfortable position. He rested his head on the arm rest as she leaned down, their faces inches away.

"Is that so?"

Dean softly bit his lip looking from her lips to her eyes, "Yeah."

She smiled as she closed the space and kissed him tenderly. Dean kissed her back his left hand running through her hair but something clicked inside of him when he got a taste of her. Some kind of hunger he couldn't explain and he wanted more of her, her body, her lips, her skin…anything he could touch and taste.

The kiss deepened and became heated. The two continued to kiss, shoving each other's tongues against each others, hands all over their bodies.

Dean groaned when Kristen grinded down on him then rotated her hips. He let go of her lips breathing heavy and all wild eyed staring into hers, "Shouldn't we take this somewhere else?"

Kristen just grinned as she grabbed his hands in hers and moved them above his head keeping them there in her hold, "Why?" she licked his bottom lip sensually keeping her eyes on his. "Afraid we may get caught?"

"Well your servants and guards may not like the show." Dean smirked, "Though I bet it will be a pretty damn good one."

Kristen bit her bottom lip laughing, "It will and don't worry about them. For the future…just so you know," she leaned to his ear, "I love public sex." She licked his ear and what she said made Dean groan and roll his eyes, "It's such a turn on." Dean squeezed her hands in his.

She brought her lips back to his and kissed him again. This time their kissing was more heated than before. Want and need was brought into the kiss. Kristen still had her hands in his keeping them above his head and all Dean wanted to do was touch her. She was torturing him.

Kristen let go of his hands and slowly brought them down his arms, neck and chest where she rested them then ripped his shirt open.

"Damn," he said as she let go of his lips. She winked at him before moving to his chest and kissing and sucking on it.

Dean threw his head back in pleasure. This woman was good, really good. She knew what he liked and how he liked it. She scraped her nails down his sides softly but enough to feed the fire inside of Dean. The fire of his want and need.

"I need you Dean," she said.

"God, baby I need you too," he said lifting his hips against hers and she smiled.

She licked her way up to his neck where her previous puncture wounds were. She smiled as she licked them and he shuttered in pleasure. She grinned as her fangs sprouted out her breathing became heavier. His blood was calling to her wanting her to taste him. No one's blood has ever done this to her. Never made her want and need someone so bad. And before both of them knew it she grabbed his hair tilting his head back and sunk her fangs into him. Dean gripped her waist tight and seethed in pain as she drank from him.

Dean felt himself slowly going out of conscience and before he knew it he passed out.

Kristen lifted her head wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She smiled down at him seeing him passed out. She kissed his lips one more time, "Pretty soon my pet. You'll be mine."

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Dean woke up with a start and looked around him. He was still in Kristen's house and on the couch. He looked down at himself and noticed he was still wearing his jeans. He threw his head back on the arm rest and cursed at himself. He almost gotten laid and he had to fucking pass out. Nice going Winchester.

"Morning," said Kristen walking in and Dean sat up.

"Morning," he said rubbing his neck in pain. She smiled handing him a glass of water and two Tylenols.

"You must have been tired from work you passed out on me rather quickly." She smiled as she sat down next to him and lifted her feet up on the cushion behind her.

Dean cursed again as he took the pills and water. He placed the glass on the table and took the cover off him, "So we didn't…"

She shook her head with a smile on her face, "Nope."

"Look…I'm really sorry I wanted to believe me but I have been working nonstop at the club and-"

"Hey no apologies. You didn't hurt my feelings." She smiled at him.

"I'd love to make it up to you."

"Oh really?"

Dean nodded with a grin on his face as he moved closer to her and kissed her. She moaned and felt him pushing her onto the couch. The two shifted into a more comfortable position and smiled at each other before Dean's lips captured hers again. She moaned again. She loved the feel of his muscular body on top of hers, his lips and tongue licking and sucking on hers and her body. She knew he felt the connection because she was feeling it strongly. He just may be her soul mate.

"I feel as if I can't get enough of you," he said between kisses. He grabbed her thigh and brought it around his waist as he grinded down into her. She moaned loudly. His hand moved down her thigh to her short rubbing softly.

"Dean," she moaned as he sucked and nipped at her neck. She licked her lips and closed her eyes as he rubbed and sucked on her.

Dean continued making her feel good as his phone began to go off. "Damn it," he said as he sat up on his knees between her legs.

She gripped his shirt, "Don't answer it," and she tried pulling him back down on her just as the ringing stopped. He smirked as his lips connected with hers making her smile but Dean's phone started to go off again.

"Son of a bitch," he growled and looked at it, "I gotta get this. It's work." She pouted and he smirked, "Don't look at me like that I'll be right back to where we were in just a second." He put the phone to his ear and Kristen waited as he talked. She watched a frown on his face as he hung up. "Gotta go." He looked at her seeing the disappointment in her face. "Mandatory meeting babe." He leaned down and kissed her lips.

Kristen got up and grabbed his hand as she walked him to the door. As they got to the door she grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him. He groaned pulling her closer kissing her back, "Damn it," he muttered as he leaned his forehead against hers, "I really have to go-" she stopped him by kissing him again massaging her tongue against his.

Dean knew he had to go but he didn't want to let go of those delicious lips. He was craving her in all sorts of ways and it scared him because he just met her. He parted from her and smiled, "I'll see you later."

"You promise?"

Dean smirked, "Course…meet me at the club. I get off early tonight." He watched her softly bite on her bottom lip and groaned. He needed her in the worse way possible.

"Ok," she stepped back as he opened the door and he looked away.

"Wow that sun is bright."

She smiled and took a pair of sunglasses from the table next to the door, "Here."

He smirked, "Thanks babe…I think I left mine in the car." He leaned in and gave her one more kiss before closing the door.

She stood there a little peeved that he left her for his job but she knew he was becoming close to being hers. She just had to wait a little longer. She was going to have Dean Winchester even if it kills her.

Authors Note: Thanks for the reviews you guys! And so there's no confusion like I said this is a different SPN story. No seasons, no hunters. Just Dean and Sam normal with a few vampires running around their town now. Please review and let me know what you think.