Students slurred their words and poured their own choices of poison down their throats. They would all stumbled to their seats or out the door once the bartender cut them off.

"This is...disgusting." The entire bar is dimly lit and the faint smell of throw up isn't far from where I'm sitting.

"Not sure what you were expecting," a voice appeared suddenly to my right, "nothing but a bunch of kids that can't handle their liquor."

The Janitor.

Why is he here? Why do I still not know his name? I scan him over as he motions to the bartender for two drinks. He's no longer in work uniform. His jeans are dark, his shirt white and a form fitting jacket covers it. His eyes catch my gaze and his eyebrows wiggle before nudging one of the glasses the bartender sat down in my direction.

I click my tongue and breathe out, "Alright, I'll bite." I accept the glass and swirl it a bit. "You know I was here on business. Why exactly are you here?"

He gives me a fixated look, as if my question has an obvious answer. "You said you'd be here," he glanced around briefly, "sure wasn't gonna come here for any other reason."

The corners of my lips pull upward effortlessly. "Aren't you smooth." I sip the drink and try to ignore my heart beating at a quicker pace. I'm a hunter that doesn't get hit on often by someone as playful as him, sue me for enjoying it.

"So you ditchin' town after you type up your story?"

"Ah, most likely. I grew up here for a bit, just wanted to swing back by and write this piece."

He spun the barstool to turn himself towards me fully, "Will I get a special thanks in your peice?"

His charm was an interesting game that I didn't mind playing, "I thought you wanted everything to be off the record?" I turned to mirror his mannerisms.

He pursed his lips and scoffed, "Ya got me there," he downed the rest of his drink while I simply sipped on mine. My phone buzzed on the bar counter and Dean's name lit up the screen. I pause on my drink, trying to decide if I'm going to answer it. "You need to get that?"

The buzzing finally stops and I shake my head, "Nah," I swirl the rest of my drink before downing the last of it, "I'll tell them I was preoccupied."

My words caused his eyebrows to raise and grin appears on his face. He points a finger at me and shakes it, "I like the way you think." He spins off the barstool, throws cash on the counter and glances back at me, "So, sugar, you comin' with me or staying in this dump?"

I want to leave anyway, I'd rather walk out with him than sit in this place another second. "What the hell," I breathe air out and shove my phone into my coat pocket before standing from the barstool, "I'm walking home anyways."

"A lady like yourself shouldn't walk home alone at night," I try to refrain from laughing out loud. "Let me-your brave knight walk you," His voice is sincere, my eyes meet his and I feel electric. I give in.

A sigh leaves my mouth as I begin towards the door, "Only if you stop calling me sugar."

He places a hand over his chest as if he's wounded and pouts, "You drive a hard bargain," he pushes the bar door open and twirls to look back at me, "but there are plenty of other names I can call you," his grin widens as his eyes focus on mine.

I scoff, "Cool it, bucko." He trails behind as I step onto the sidewalk. I turn back to look at him, "I have a name, you know." I face forward again and continue my walk home.

He clicks his tongue and appears by me, "You know how names are." He saunters forward and turns to keep his eyesight on me, "We exchange names, you grow attached, you fall in love with me-blah blah blah-it's a huge mess. Really."

I let out a laugh, it's an honest laugh compared to the fake ones I'm used to using on cases. I shake my head trying to pull myself back in. My pocket vibrates and I know it's either Sam or Dean calling. I receive a fixated look but we both continue walking.

"I get the feeling some knucklehead desperately wants your attention."

I stop, grab my phone and slide it open. Two missed calls: Dean W.(1) Sam W.(1). "Tch, you're telling me." I stuff my phone back into my pocket. I hear his shoes padding against the sidewalk. Looking up my breath catches the back of my throat. This guy's eyes are so intense. Swirls of deep amber and smooth streaks of copper. It's oddly exhilarating. I charm up my tone as much as possible and tilt my head, "My name's-"

He swiftly brings his fingertips to my mouth, silencing me. "No names," I give a direct look and raises an eyebrow at him. "Oh, come on!" He exclaims, clearly excited. "No names no problem! Has a certain type of mystery to it, eh?" He wiggles his eyebrows and strides closer. There's something off about him. Not necessarily in a bad way or even a good way. I wrack my brain for an answer and I come up blank.

"Alright, you got me." I smile and learn in closer, his eyes light up as his entire body seems to perk up from me deciding to play his game. His eyes glance at my lips and the thought of kissing him is something I am 100% okay with.

"You know," his voice is soft before he pauses to twirl pieces of my hair draped over my shoulders. His silence only pulls me in closer. He opens his mouth and draws a breath of air to speak as his hand lets my hair fall slowly. He then brings his hand gently under my chin.

The buzzing of my phone is heard.

His eyes roll as pure annoyance flashes across his face and the idea of chucking my phone across the street pops into my head. I slip my hand into my coat pocket, slide my phone open and shut before Dean or Sam have a chance to speak. He scoffs and walks ahead of me. "Come on, Princess. I need to get you home before your evil stepmother calls again."

"Oh please, is my knight upset?" I pick up my speed to match his. The wind blows and the air becomes cooler which feels amazing against my heated cheeks.

He only scoffs and shoves his hands into his jacket pockets, "Pa-lease."

"Tell me it's not a guy calling you," the sudden statement causes me to choke on a laugh.

"No, no. I mean, yeah." His eyes widen and his brows furrow while looking at him. He even stopped walking completely. I keep walking and raise my voice enough for him to still hear me, "Yeah because it is a guy. No because he's an old family friend. No worries."

"Whew," he's beside me in a flash, pulling on his t-shirt collar and running a hand through his hair, "couldn't handle dropping you off on your doorstep and having to fight another guy."

The thought of Dean and Sam being at the bed-n-breakfast waiting to see me does causes a slight panic. That wouldn't be my luck, would it? I shake my head to try and knock that image out of my mind.

We walk in silence for awhile, but it isn't awkward. Our arms brush against each other's and we steal glances at one another. I see Mrs. Goodwin's sign down the street and my heart sinks. I tilt my head in it's direction, "That's my stop."

"There?" He asks, pointing at the sign as it sways softly with the wind.

"Yup," I scan the street, looking for Dean's car. My nerves relax a little when I come up empty. Just my Jeep and 's old Lincoln.

He pushes the small wooden gate open and motions for me to walk, I roll my eyes before walking.

"I know you're only here to write a piece on the Professor but," he whistle before stepping into the creaky front porch steps, "this place needs some HGTV attention." I squint my eyes at him once I reach the door. "What?" He strides up the steps and each of them creak under his pressure, "I enjoy all channels, sue me."

"Not judging." I place my hands in front of my chest as he strolls closer. "Thank God you walked me back here," his eyes squint at my words, "no telling what was out there waiting to attack me."

He grins and rocks back on his heels, "Come on, if anyone was gonna walk you home tonight it was going to be me." I shake my head and ignore the odd feeling I get from him again.

"Man!" I click my tongue before looking at him, "I still don't know your name."

He wiggles his eyebrows and leaned in closer, "I told you it had mystery to it. Besides," he leans back and I frown slightly, "can't have you fallin' for me."

The corner of my lips pull upward and my heart swells, "That's right, of course." A silence flows over us and it's fitting. His gaze is fixated on me, he takes in my entire form and I love every second of it.

"I'll see ya around, right?" His head is tilted and I mirror him.

"I'll make sure to stop by if I have any other questions for my piece," the thought of letting Sam or Dean near him to question this case my head spin. "I like to be thorough with my work." My voice was charming and much more appealing than I was even hoping for.

His eyes light up from a car's headlights passing the house, they're sharp and crisp and they only draw me closer to him.

His head sways back and forth before nodding, "Thorough is fine." A hand is lightly placed on my right hip while the other sits softly on my left side. "Thorough is great, actually." His eyes flicker from mine to my lips before he tilts his head. I close the space and feel myself melt. The kiss is soft and warm and I want nothing more than to pull him inside and have him stay the night.

A car door slams down the street and another follows, my coat pocket buzzes again. The thought of it being Sam and Dean down the street, calling me, causing my heart to race even more.

Mumbles are sounded as I pull away, "No, no, no, come onnn." This mystery man before me pouted like a child before biting his lower lip, he squeezes the sides of my arms "tell me I'll see you again." I bite my lower lip and roll my eyes.

"Maybe in your dreams," his hands slid down my arms as he rolls his head back and sighs. He kissed me once more and I stumble back a bit. This odd feeling hits me again as he pulls away.

"Until next time," his brows raise before stepping away. I quickly open the screen door and then the wooden door. They both shut and all I smell is lavender. I pull my phone from my coat and see my new missed call from Dean.

I walk towards my room and try to shake the feeling this mystery man gave me. I press my phone to my ear and wait for an angry Dean to answer.