--Evelyn--

Around 1 am, I emerged from my hiding spot and made my way towards the bar. Most of the hunters had left, leaving just a few stragglers and people Ellen knew. I wondered if Ash was here, how many people he knew and talked to. I sat at the end of the bar, got a beer from Bobby, and opened up my book. I decided reading Judge and Jury by James Patterson seemed like a safe bet to wind down the night with. I could hear a bunch of rowdy boys in the back and spied Dean, who was down at the other end of the bar drying off some glasses, eyeing them down. Sam and Bobby were sitting next to him, engaged in some deep conversation. I went back to my reading when I felt a light tap on my shoulder.

"Excuse miss, but has anyone told you that you happen to be the prettiest girl in this bar?" a voice said from behind me. I could smell the whiskey on his breath as he leaned in closer. I took a quick look around and noticed at Ellen was standing outside, talking to some people I recognized from pictures.

"Well I guess that's easy seeing how I'm the only woman in the bar right now." I said. I turned away from the loser and tried to get back into my book.

"Hey, I was talking to you." he huffed back. I waved my hand in front of my face trying to stave off the heavy scent of whiskey.

"And I wasn't." I retorted and turned back to my book once again. His hand grazed my back and slid up my spine.

"Come on babe, I could show you good time." he said, trying to nuzzle my neck. I shoved him away.

"Hey! Leave her alone." Dean shouted, walking towards us. I stood up as he turned toward Dean.

"Hey buddy, I wasn't talking to you." he said and turned back to me. As soon as his eyes were on mine, well my chest, I punched him square in the nose.

"Aw!" he screamed and bent over.

"Hey you're right. You are showing me a good time." I said before adding a nice kick to his stomach. He crumpled to the floor.

"What's your problem?" he said through a pained voice.

"Just want to make sure you have a fond memory of me. Now next time you'll remember to keep those feelings inside huh?" I said. His friends rushed over to help him up and they all staggered out of the bar. I looked around and most of the people left were staring at me.

"What?" I said. A collective muttering of 'nothing' rose up and I sat down at the bar.

"Damn." I heard Bobby say from his seat. He slid down a shot of whiskey for me and I threw it back.

"Now I've lost my place." I said, closing the book. Sam, hands shoved in pockets, walked over to me.

"Nice fighting." he said, grabbing the stool next to mine.

"Thanks. I guess those classes at the Y did pay off."

"Never pegged you as such as hard hitter." Sam said as he passed me an ice cold beer. The outside was covered in condensation and slipped from my grip. It landed with a loud crash on the floor and ended up all over Sam's pants.

"That's not where the beer is supposed to go Sammy." Dean said. Sam rolled his eyes at him and shook his foot.

"I'm gonna go change now. Otherwise tomorrow I'll be a walking advertisement for whatever beer this is." he said and headed off towards the back. I stifled a laugh and I heard the squishing from his shoe.

"Forgive him for he is young." Dean said, mopping up the beer off of the floor.

"I'm younger then he is Dean."

"Yes. Yes you are. But you are a woman which can indicate that you're smarter." he said, setting the beer soaked mop against the bar. We both leaned down and stared picking up the shards of broken glass. The glass was slippery and was hard to keep a hold of. I carefully picked up a small piece of glass when I heard a small sound from Dean. Looking down at his hand, I could see the small cut with blood leaking out.

"Damn it." he muttered. I set the piece of glass that I had in my hand on the ground and wiped my hands off with the towel.

"It doesn't look that bad." I said. I started to wipe his hand off with the towel. I laid it down over my hand and quickly put it over his, pressing down as hard as I could without hurting Dean. While gauging Dean's reaction to the pain, I felt something sharp pierce my skin.

"Ouch." I said and pulled back my hand. The towel, which was now soaked in Dean's and my blood revealed a small hole where the nearly invisible glass shard hidden in Dean's cut had passed through. I didn't see the hole when I started using the towel My palm had now had a small cut where the glass had dug in. I saw Dean's eyes widen as he realized that the glass had cut me.

"Did-- did you bleed on me?" he cautiously asked. I took a deep breath in.

"I think so."