Chapter 2

2 weeks earlier

Skye sat in a dark corner of the noisy bar, alone, at a table for four. Her gloves were off and placed on the table in front of her. She stared down at her bare hands. They were cold and pale. She put her thumb and her middle finger together and snapped them, moving her thumb rapidly to her forefinger. A spark of fire appeared from the friction of her fingers, like a lighter. She watched the golden flames dance on her skin. Waving her other hand over the fire, it dissolved with a flash. She continued this process over and over. A tall, dark haired young man sat next to her with two beers.

"Hey, will you stop that? You're drawing too much attention to yourself."

Skye looked up to see Sam offering her a drink. She grabbed the bottle and took a swig of it.

"Who cares? Most people in here are either intoxicated or on the edge of becoming intoxicated. Either way, they'll just think they're seeing things."

"Yeah, but what about the others that aren't drunk… like me?"

"Nah! You already know everything, and besides, I'm not worried about what people think of me, so…"

She took another gulp of alcohol.

"So don't fret."

They clanked their glasses together for cheers and took gulp each.

"Where's Dean?"

Sam motioned over to a rowdy bunch at the far end of the bar.

"He's challenging a bunch of drunken foreigners to a game of darts. He enjoys scamming people for money. It's just another way to get paid, and we're pretty low on cash at the moment, so it doesn't bother me."

Skye looked at the group with curiosity. She stood up from her chair and put on her leather gloves.

"What do you say we double the pay check?"

She fixed her collar and positioned herself to look appealing. She sauntered over the group as they jeered at someone's terrible shot. As she came up to them, all eyes were on her. Some of the men's jaws dropped. Others whistled loudly at her stunning fatigue.

"Well, well. Look what we got here mate. A sharp looking lass coming to join us", said a scruffy British man to one of his buddies taking in a puff of cigarette smoke.

Dean pulled the darts out of the board and turned to face her. He smiled.

"Skye, what are you doing here?"

"I've come to play… darts, that is. Anybody care to challenge me?"

They all chuckled harshly at her proposal. A sickly slim man with a dart inn his hand said,

"Oh baby doll, you can't play this. You might get hurt."

They all laughed again. Skye walked over to the man and bent down to his level so that their eyes met.

"Do me a favour…"

She gently moved a hand across his round face.

"Don't call me baby doll."

Her hand turned to a fist and smacked him hard in the jaw, knocking him and his chair backwards. The slimy drunk men chuckled heartily again. Skye stood up tall and addressed the gang.

"So back to my offer. Let's say we make it interesting, shall we? I need the cash, so whoever loses against me pays the number they land on. But since I can see you are all pig-headed men, whoever wins against me gets a long… passionate… kiss."

The men all cheered and clapped, getting excited and cocky that they would win and get their prize. Skye squashed their dreams.

"But… instead of darts, we are going to play with knives."

She pulled five small carving knives from her jacket and revealed them like she was holding a hand of cards in a poker game. Without hesitation or aim, she turned to the board and threw all five blades. They spun in the air and stuck into the board in a vertical line, one knife on each ring and one on the bull's eye. The whole bar went silent. They all stared at Skye in awe.

"So… shall we begin?"

Dean handed out the knives collected from the dartboard to all the men who weren't chicken enough to back away, him being one of them. Sam walked over to join the spectators. He pulled up a chair and straddled it backwards. Dean handed Skye a knife. She grabbed it, but he didn't let go.

"I hope you know what you're doing", he whispered.

"I hope you know what you're doing, challenging me to darts…"

"Hey, I always win at darts."

"Well maybe you've just met you're match."

Dean let go of the knife and watched her as she did a sexy catwalk back to her place in front of the dartboard. She made sure to move her hips excessively.

Only five were willing to take part in the game, one person for each knife. Skye and Dean were in along with the thin man that Skye had punched, and the British man and his friend. His friend, Jacob, his name was, started the game. He focused very carefully on the target. All eyes were on him. It was released from his fingers. Everyone cheered for him as it just missed the bull's eye and hit between the red and white stripes.

Jacob turned to Skye and took a drag from his cigarette. He blew the smoke around her delicate face.

"Beat that, little missy."

Skye stared coldly at the man, wanting to hurt him, but knew she shouldn't. The British man took his turn. The knife landed right below Jacob's. The skinny man went next. His was way off at the last ring of the board. Now it was Skye's turn.

She, like the first man, focused intently on her goal. She lined it up and made her shot. The knife just missed the bull's eye as well, but a little farther off than Jacob's.

"Damn it!"

They all laughed and mocked her. They yelled out comments to annoy her, but she didn't take any notice. Jacob came closer to her again.

"I guess you owe me a kiss."

Sniggers from the audience roared aloud. Dean stepped between them.

"Not yet. I still have my turn. I still have a chance to beat you."

Jacob sneered at Dean and stepped aside to let him have a go. Dean was calm and relaxed, more than any of them. He didn't take much time to aim. He threw the knife smoothly out of his grip.

Bull's eye.

Sam and a few others clapped over Jacob's grunts. Skye was relieved that she didn't have to share a kiss with smoky-breathed Jacob. Dean grabbed Skye by the waist and brought her close to him. She laid one hand on his chest and the other behind his head. They locked lips and shared the passionate kiss she had promised the winner. Whistles and screams came from the drunken men watching them practically making out in front of them.

Jacob dropped his cigarette and stomped it to ashes. He grabbed Dean by the shoulder and pulled him away. He snatched Skye's wrists and drug her toward him as she tried to pull back. His smelly alcohol and smoke infested breath made her want to throw up as he talked to her, right up in her face.

"You never said the winner of the game. You just said whoever beat you would get a kiss. So, honey, you still owe me a kiss, whether you like it or not."

She struggled to be released, but he held on tight. He pressed his wet lips against hers. She closed her eyes and backed away, but he pushed harder against her, trying not to let her go. He moved her hands so that they were trapped between them. He held her like Dean had not long ago.

Sam got up and went to go help her. Some of Jacob's friends got in his way and blocked his entrance. He tugged on their arms, pulling them out of his view. They allowed him to see the scene, but didn't allow him to pass.

Jacob got a little too personal and slid his hand down her behind, trying to get more than he bargained for. Dean stood up, angrier than ever. He grabbed Jacob's greasy dirty blonde hair and yanked it away from Skye. She breathed deeply, finally getting some air. Dean swung at the filthy scum that hit on his girl one too many times. It made contact with his right eye. As the two quarreled, everyone else thought it would be fun to join in and all began hitting each other.

A few beer bottles were smashed, either on wall, tables and chairs, or other's heads. A bar fight started. The bar tenders ducked behind the counters, saving themselves from the chaos. Left, right, and center people were attacking each other. Sam and Skye were the only ones not participating in the fight. They dodged punches, and kicks, but never hit anyone unless in their defense. They met up by the dartboard. Skye stole back her knives and placed them back inside her coat pocket. Sam said over the racket,

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Just feel like I'm going to be sick is all. A bit of advice… don't kiss a perverted drunk guy."

"Well I think I'm good there, because I don't plan to."

"Come on. Let's get Dean and get out of here, fast."

"Sounds good."

They spotted Dean still punching out Jacob, with the British guy trying to help his friend. Sam hurried over to Dean as his brother threw the hairy British man out of their little circle. Jacob was quite a good fighter, considering he wasn't at all sober. Dean dodged a fist and turned around to grab a chair. He swung it at the smelly drunk man. It crashed into pieces over his thick skull. Jacob fell, but he was still conscious. The British man came back and hit Dean over the head with a beer bottle. It shattered over his head, but didn't knock him out either.

Sam took the opportunity to help his brother while he was on the floor. He grabbed the English man in a headlock. He punched him hard in the stomach several times until he began to beg for mercy. Sam let him go. He ran out screaming. Sam turned to Dean and held out a hand to help him up.

"Hey, Sammy. Not too shabby, there."

"Thanks. I've been waiting to get my strength back and get into the fight again."

"That's my boy!"

Sam cut in quickly while pointing behind Dean.

"Dean, look out!"

He turned fast on his heels. It wasn't fast enough. Dean was hit in the face by Jacob's hard fist. Sam caught his brother as he fell back toward him. Jacob prepared for another punch. Dean's nose and lip were bleeding. He felt a bit light headed because of all the smacks to the head. Sam had Dean in his arms and couldn't do much to help or fight back. They both prepared for a beating. Behind them they heard a bang. Jacob, along with everyone else in the bar, except for the Winchesters fell unconscious. Dean stood up. Both Sam and Dean looked around to see Skye pulling on her leather gloves.

"Coming boys?"

She calmly walked over to the slim man, the British man who didn't seem to have gotten out the door quick enough, and Jacob. She took each of their wallets and loose change from their pockets. She looked back at the two.

"Well?"

Dean started walking out after her, then Sam.

"You know, you'd think I'd be used to this stuff by now, but I'm not. Why is that?"

Skye noticed a man moving on the floor next to her. She made a fist and punched him out cold.

"Maybe you're just not used to the fact that women can be just as tough as guys."

She smoothly walked out to the car. An amazed Sam and Dean followed close behind her leaving everyone else to rest.