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I forgot to mention last time that this should be considered as a partly AU story. It barely follows the original story line, only keeping the basic facts that Dean and Sam are hunters, and April is someone Dean had saved, probably on a solo hunt. Please message me or put it in your review if you have any questions or concerns about this.

Here's the next chapter. Without further ado, hope you enjoy!

Chapter 2

The next time April Cleveland saw Dean Winchester, change had taken place in almost every way you can think of. She was twenty six and in her second to last year of med school. Her hair was longer. Her curves had set in. She had long abandoned her nerdy glasses and lumpy sweaters while heels and skirts filled in their places. She looked people in the eyes when she spoke, her tone soft and polite. She smiled at almost everyone, from the wrinkly lady that fed the pigeons in the park to the stern old professor that had every one of her friends rewrite a paper at least once.

April Cleveland had become what most people would recognize as a sassy and charming woman. She volunteered at the local hospital to help children diagnosed with leukemia. She worked evening and weekend shifts as a secretary at a neighbouring clinic. She occasionally had fun at bars with her friends and classmates, but was never drunk enough to forget anything in the morning after. She accepted the fact that she was no genius, and studied her ass off. It paid off well, since although April was never at the top of her class, she had considerably well grades that made her dream of being a doctor possible.

But deep inside, April wasn't that much different from the terrified teenager she was on that night ten or so years ago. Her shyness may have disappeared on the surface, but sometimes she still felt tongue tied when approached by a complete stranger. She also kept to her "no swearing" rule ("stubborn" her friends called it), and always blushed in guilt at the thought of the crazy night she stepped her toe out of line. She believed as well, just like ten years ago, that she was no one special (which she was perfectly fine with). Just plain April Cleveland for you, thank you very much, which made the clearly "not plain" interlude seem more like a dream. For all she knew, that might be the only spark of her entire life, for surely nothing else could even come close to surpassing it.

And of course, April Cleveland was still in love with Dean. Truth be told, even April herself thought this naive girl crush was quite pitiful: the man probably doesn't even remember her now, let alone bother himself with her feelings; who knows how many people he had saved as a monster hunter, and who knows, among them, how many stupid girls had fallen head over heels for him just like her. There had been countless times when April just wanted to forget about the stupid man that stole her heart with one dashing grin and a stinking plaid shirt. She had wished to move on, to free herself from a resultless daydream, and had even bothered to go through two unsuccessful relationships for it.

But in the end, it showed that not many men could compare to your handsome sweet-sixteen lifesaver after all. And with everything that had changed, April was glad to have a constant in her life.

With all that being said, you could imagine how surprised April was when she came face to face with no other than Dean Winchester himself. After she had decided to just bury her affections, the man of her dreams decided to pop up and stir her life into another mess.

It was a Friday night in late October. Fall had finally started to set in, and the coolness that crept into the air after dawn was just enough to be chilling. April had finished her shift at the clinic and bussed over to Shakespeare's Head, the most popular bar near campus. She was supposed to meet her friends there at eight, and found herself ten minutes early as she stepped into the rowdy gathering place. It was full of laughter as always, and was lit up in a warm fuzzy orange light that April always appreciated. She hadn't bothered to change into anything special. Thinking about the hectic week med school had just offered, April was really just looking forward to a relaxing night with her friends where they can joke about the school, the professors, and their misty future as if they didn't give a crap about it.

April settled herself in a bar stool and ordered a light drink for the time being. The front doors opened and closed, letting in all kinds of people as they did: April spotted a few students from the Engineering Faculty in a corner, as well as some excited freshmen clearly still exploring the neighborhood; there were some older men too, seemingly working class, laughing and talking a few seats to her left, taking a night off; there were even some passing by motorcyclists, in grim jackets and bright tattoos, chuckling to their own private jokes. The Shakespeare's Head, already having the oddest name as a bar, often hosted an even odder mixture of people.

But even for The Shakespeare's Head, that particular autumn evening had been a special one. Although April doesn't know it yet, it appeared that Destiny had decided that it would be appropriate to take a chance, and add in two monster hunters into the mix for the night, just to see how things might turn out.

Ten past eight and her friends still haven't showed up. April stirred her drink out of boredom, keeping a mental note to be sure to at least appear mad at Sharon when she arrives, though she seriously doubted the possibility. It was no secret that Jack will be with her, as the two love birds seldom parted in their free time. Given that they were in two complete different faculties and spent most of their school hours at the two opposite ends of the campus, every second that wasn't seemed tenfold more precious. Then Dave would probably be waiting with Jack, since they were dorm mates and best buddies, and the fact that Jack was Dave's only ride to and from anywhere after the little tolling incident in downtown last week. April smiled to herself as she thought it might be fun to tease Dave too when they get here; after all, for someone whose dream is to become the best automobile designer of his age, losing his own baby is a sour joke you can never laugh at too many times.

April was smiling to herself when the door swung open for another time. If she had looked in the direction, this is what she would have seen:

Two men stepped in, with every inch of them crying out loud in thorough exhaustion. They had been talking the moment before, a glimpse of an amused grin still visible on one's lips. He was a firm man, strong and reliable. The first thing you would notice about him was the rather worn out leather jacket; in fact, everything he had on, he probably had owned for some time. There was a slightly battered look to him that stretched from the tip of his slightly spiky dirty blond hair to the toes of his black boots. It was a look that said he had seen more rain and shine than his fair share. But in a shift of light, all that weariness was hidden and his eyes twinkled and the amused grin merged into a playful smirk as he briefly glanced around the room, gaze slightly lingering on a few women. At this, the other man gave a disgruntled sigh and walked off, to which the first expressed a slightly torn expression before following him, palms out and shrugging, exclaiming an innocently disguised, "Oh come on!" Excuse the lack of better language, but the second man was whom April would have categorized as "freakishly tall". He was probably younger too, with soft brown hair that slopped all over the place. His eyes had a tender look in them while his brows furrowed in the slightest matter, giving him the look of a kid who had worries beyond his age. He wore a hoodie that was a deep shade of red-brown and cuddled snugly to his long, lanky body. If April had turned, he would have reminded April one of the puppies her grandpa once had when she was little; he kept following April around, nudging her here and there into a path he sought safe, and barked whenever she was running too far away from the house. Both men were rather good looking, despite their road ridden looks, and even before they had completely sat down at a table in a relatively quiet corner, a waitress with slick red lipstick and an eye capturing oval face was already on their heels, asking about their needs.

But all of this was remained oblivious to April as she continued to sip her drink and eyed the clock. A few minutes later, Sharon Pacey arrived at last along with Jack Abram and Dave Kyles, a wide apologetic smile on her face as she took April into a tight embrace that left her wondering how in the world could she have ever be mad at her best friend.

It was until then, when the four of them had settled into a table, did April Cleveland finally look up and caught a glance of the two men that came in earlier.

She saw the back of a shaggy head, and a pair of hazel specked green eyes. It only lasted a second, for another boisterous crowd had entered and quickly blocked the view. But the image had already set in: there was a moment of familiarity, then a deep sense of haunting caught her as she gave a shuddering breath of realization.

"Hey? You cold?" Sharon's voice sounded beside her.

April barely caught her words between the suddenly booming beats of her own heart. There was nothing to see anymore, but she still had to forcingly tear herself out of the stare, meeting with Sharon's undecided expression.

"Nope. Just thought I saw someone I knew. You know, light tricks," she said with a silly smile and gestured at the bulbs above them before grabbing a menu and shifting her focus to another matter. "Come on, let's order something. I'm starving."

But deep inside, between the gurgles of her empty stomach and her surprisingly not so half-hearted laugh in response of Jack's latest joke, April wondered in both daze and panic, why the heck had she never, ever, given a thought about what she should do if she met Dean for a second time.