A/N: i know i took 4ever but now i'm updating. i will not excuse th writers block and then a lot of other stuff happened that i don't want 2 get in2 but now i'm on spring break so hopefully i will be updating this and the companion story (especially that 1) this week. and ok i know i'm late but damn its about time sam got some ass on the show lol. but yea reviews make me happy : )

Dean was currently being directed to a restaurant by the blonde in the front seat.

"Go five blocks then take a right," she instructed.

"So Daniella..."

"Please," she scoffed. "I'm not big on my full name. Call me Dani or D."

"Alright," he laughed. "So Dani..."

"Yes Dean."

"I noticed you have your own business."

"Yeah?"

"What exactly do you do?"

"I'm a publicist," she answered.

"You mean you get to deal with all the crazy people in the papers and TV?"

Dani laughed thinking about all the people she worked for and with. The people who worked in the media were the least of her concerns. Many of the people she worked for were demanding assholes and wanted everyone to bow at their feet. "They aren't as crazy as you think hun. Turn into the parking lot."

"What I don't get is how can you do that and hunt?" he asked parking the Impala in the first open spot.

"Hunting is more of a hobby than a lifestyle," she smiled before getting out and stretched.

When Dean emerged he couldn't help but notice her nude colored bra through the gap in her button down shirt. And Dani caught him once she turned her head before putting her arms down. She didn't want to tempt him.

She led them inside and was happily greeted by the hostess, who greeted Dani like an old friend. Dani herself wasn't exactly thrilled but just went along with it. Once they were seated Dean had his eyebrows raised.

"What?"

"What was that?"

"I come here a lot," she answered glancing quickly at the menu before setting it back down.

"Why?" he asked looking around.

The restaurant was on the small side, more of a place he would frequent then the overdressed Daniella Burke. The décor was different shades of brown in a diner style of setting.

She shrugged crossing her arms over her chest, "It's quiet."

Dean started laughing.

"You know if you're going to make fun of me then I can go," she said seriously.

"You invited me here remember?"

"And you accepted," she countered.

That shut him up for about a second, "So why be a publicist?"

She avoided his gaze and sighed, "I didn't have much of a choice in that matter."

"What do you mean?"

"The job description was part of my inheritance," she said bluntly. "My parents died three years ago and being an only child I got everything."

"Sorry," he told her softly.

"It's ok," she said. "So do you have any family?"

"Just a younger brother and my dad."

"How old is your brother?"

"He's nineteen."

"Do you have the older brother complex?"

"Do you have the only child complex?"

She smiled, "You first Winchester."

Dean hesitated as he thought about it, "Yeah I guess I do."

"I don't," she said quickly. "Probably because I was always around my best friend."

"So is that who you were getting information for?"

Dani nodded.

Just as Dean was about to ask a question the waitress came to take their orders.

"So you got a boyfriend?" he asked finally.

A small smile crept across her lips, "No."

Dean lit up pleased with the answer he was given.

"You got a girlfriend?" she queried.

"Nope," he told her then smiled. "Do you want to be?"

Dani wasn't really surprised with the response but she couldn't resist. She rolled her eyes, "Start fucking thinking with your brain and not your dick."

He was taken aback by her response, and he liked it just the same.

"Do you know what you want?" she asked.

"What's good?" he began looking over the menu.

"Everything," she laughed. "It just depends on what you like."

"If it's edible I'll eat it."

Dani laughed. As they continued to talk during the meal Dani found herself beginning to like Dean a little. He was still shrouded in mystery but then again she wasn't fessing up her life story either, just enough so he would understand and keep the questions to a minimum. Once the meal was over they ended up at the Impala.

"I guess this is where we part ways," she sighed hitching her purse up on her shoulder.

Dean was confused, "No, I'll drive you home."

Dani laughed, "Winchester do you really think that I'm gonna let you know where I live?"

He thought about it for a second before smiling, "Well it couldn't hurt for me to know."

"No," she said firmly.

"Can I at least get your number?" he asked hopeful.

Dani stared at him wondering if she really should give him her number. Although he was trying very hard for her affections she was too stubborn to give in, even if he was good looking.

"I'll give it to you on one condition," she said walking closer to him.

"What's that?"

"You will use it for business only," she directed taking his phone from his hand. "No dates, booty calls, or other sort of sexual pleasure you would get out of a possible conversation."

"Fine," he smiled and watched as her finely manicured fingers worked at the tiny keys. "I will be sure to use this only for good."

"I'm sure," she told him dryly.

"So how are you getting home?"

"I live in a large metropolis," she smiled. "I'll get home like most of the people in the city, public transport specifically the train."

Dean laughed and shook his head, "Is there anyway I can convince you to come with me?"

"Fuck no," she retorted beaming. "Goodbye Dean Winchester."

"Bye Daniella Burke."

She rolled her eyes as she walked away towards the train station. Dean Winchester was an interesting man. Unbeknownst to her, her male counterpart was thinking the same thing about her and then some.