The next day, when Haley was working at the club again, she found herself keeping an eye out for Dean. Even though it was difficult to see through the crowd and she was almost deaf from the loud music, her eyes continued to scan every corner and her ears listened to every noise in case her husband had showed up.

She hadn't seen him ever since the event from the night before. When she had went back inside the house with Sam, Dean had already left the kitchen.

In the morning Sam had told her that Dean had already left and he had been absent the whole day.

Now, Haley was waiting for him to at least show up at the club.

Haley sighed and forced herself to get back to pouring drinks and serving the customers.

She calmed herself with the thought that Dean probably needed time and she had to accept the fact that he was avoiding her. It wasn't an easy situation after all.

But it still hurt. She needed to talk to him so badly.

Haley sighed heavily again at her dark thoughts.

"Wow. What's wrong?" Zoe said, bringing Haley back to reality. She had to talk loudly, so Haley would understand her through the music. "You seem so tense and agitated tonight."

"It's nothing, really." Haley tried to play it off and blushed. She was embarrassed that Zoe had actually noticed what state she was in.

"Come on, don't be shy. You can tell me what's bothering you. I'm a bartender after all." She added with a smile and Haley considered it for a minute.

It would be nice to talk to another woman about her problems and she was sure that Zoe would understand her. But she still hesitated.

She didn't really know that girl and they weren't alone, customers were sitting along the bar. However, it were only a few men and they were too occupied with either their drinks or the show on stage and didn't pay attention to them.

Haley felt the need to share her pain with someone and decided to take the risk.

She cleared her throat and stepped closer to Zoe, so she didn't have to shout to be heard.

"I've been waiting for Dean to show up but it's already past two."

Zoe squinted her eyes at her and then looked across the club. "Well, I was wondering myself where he's gotten to. Usually he's here every night."

Haley closed her eyes and sighed. "Of course he is."

Zoe looked back at Haley, hesitating for a second. "Hey, is it true that, uh..." She trailed off.

"What?" Haley asked.

"Is it true that you're his wife?" Zoe finally asked, fearing that that question was too insensitive. Even though Sam had told her that Haley was Dean's wife, she still had to ask her herself. She didn't know why however. Maybe, because she had a hard time imagining Dean being married.

She usually saw him making out with a different woman every day. So the news that he actually had tied the knot a few years ago had taken her by surprise.

"Yeah, we've been apart for the past three years but we never got a divorce. Technically, I'm still his wife." She explained sadly and looked to the entrance.

Still no sign of Dean.

Zoe looked intently at her for a few minutes and then realized something. "You're still in love with him." She stated and Haley nodded.

"He hates me though. I know I hurt him but I didn't do it on purpose. I need him in my life." Haley confessed and Zoe felt her throat tighten.

She could tell that Haley was telling the truth. She thought about Haley's words for a minute before speaking up.

"Listen, Dean's a difficult man. I guess it's hard for him to see you again and he needs to sort his feelings first, that's why he's staying away."

"You're probably right." Haley said, feeling a little better. "I'm sorry for pouring my heart out. Let's talk about something else."

"Like what?"

"Tell me something about yourself." Haley asked and in the next few minutes Zoe told her why she was working at the club and how she managed college next to her other part-time jobs.

"My parents aren't wealthy, so I somehow have to make my money. I didn't want to go to a lame community college." Zoe said and Haley smiled at her.

"You're living your dream, aren't you?"

"Yeah, I want to be a lawyer and I'm willing to do everything to make my dream come true. Even if it requires bartending at a strip club where the customers are drunken idiots controlled by their hormones." Zoe said with a smile and Haley laughed out loud. She had already grown fond of Zoe.

One of the waitresses at the club came to the bar and slammed the tray with a loud thud on top of it. Haley and Zoe stopped talking and turned to her in surprise.

"Aren't you guys supposed to be working?" She spat and glared at them. Haley felt bad. She was there to bartend, instead her and Zoe had been chatting the whole time. But so far no one had complained. Most of the men were passed out at the bar anyway.

Zoe however wasn't feeling guilty. The waitress was a control freak and constantly complained about everyone and everything, so Zoe had stopped paying attention to her a long time ago.

"As you can see, there isn't that much to do." She said, gesturing to a few passed out men.

"We do have a lot to do. One of the waitresses called in sick, so get your ass over there and start serving the customers!"

"I'm sorry, last time I checked I was still a bartender and not a bitchy waitress." Zoe said back and Haley feared that she would let loose on the girl, so she quickly stepped between them, pushing Zoe back.

"I'll help you with the customers, okay? I'm sorry, I'm new here. What's your name?" Haley asked, trying to be friendly even though the waitress started to annoy her as well. She knew that type of people well enough and she knew how to act around them.

"Mandy." The waitress said, obviously pleased with herself. Haley continued to smile fakely. "I'm Haley. Now tell me, where's the fire?"

"The guys over there have been waiting for their drinks for the past thirty minutes and they seem pretty pissed."

"I'll take care of that." Haley said and grabbed a tray. Mandy told her what they had ordered, Haley quickly poured the drinks and left the bar after giving Zoe a warning look.

After serving the drinks, Haley headed back to the counter when she spotted Dean sitting in one of the lounges with a few other guys, enjoying the show on stage.

When had he arrived at the club? Why hadn't she noticed him even though she had been alert almost all night?

She quickly looked away and proceeded towards Zoe. Her heart was beating loudly and she tried to ignore it.

"You saw him." Zoe quietly stated, after seeing her face. Haley wasn't able to say anything.

"Listen.." Zoe started nervously. "They just ordered something to drink."

Haley turned pale upon hearing that. "What? I..I can't do this...I can't go over there and bring them the drinks." Haley whispered, scared to death.

She feared Dean's reaction. What would he do if she just appeared in front of him and those guys, carrying a tray with the drinks they ordered?

"I'm sorry. Mandy just disappeared and there isn't another waitress in sight." Zoe replied and refilled the drinks for a few men at the bar although they hadn't asked for it. Zoe knew however that they would drink anyway. "Plus, one of them specifically asked for you to bring them the drinks."

"Excuse me?" Haley asked appalled, raising an eyebrow. She didn't want to be treated like that. "I'm a bartender, not a waitress." She said sternly.

Zoe sighed. "Yeah, I know. But he wouldn't take no for an answer and I had to promise him that you would do it."

Haley glared at Zoe even though it wasn't her fault and reluctantly took the tray.

She slowly made her way through the club, postponing the moment. She couldn't believe how far she had fallen.

There she was actually going to serve some horny dick because he had said so and expected her to fulfill his wish as if she was buyable.

When she had reached the lounge, Haley took a deep breath, telling herself to quickly place the glasses on the table in front of them and then leave again in no time.

Dean still hadn't noticed her and she prayed that she could slip past him unnoticed. Chances were good since his eyes were glued to the dancer on stage anyway.

Without looking at him, she started to place the drinks on the table.

Dean had noticed her the moment he stepped into the club. She was waiting at a table but he ignored her and was relieved that she hadn't seen him.

He didn't want her to know that he was there.

He wasn't very pleased when the guy who was sitting next to him told Mandy that he wanted to be served by the new bartender.

He had been the one that told Dean the day before that Sam had hired her. Obviously, he had the hots for Haley and Dean didn't like it at all.

He told himself not to analyze his feelings though and tried to focus on the show. But it was no use.

Haley appeared at the lounge; the guys who were sitting next to him on the upholstered sofas in the sitting area took their drinks and smiled dirty at her.

Dean couldn't take it any longer and dared to glance in her direction. His breath caught.

Haley was wearing her usual pair of blue jeans, nothing exciting. But the black satiny top hung loosely around her body and the hem reached to her navel, revealing her perfectly defined stomach.

Dean wasn't able to explain what happened in the next moment.

Haley felt Dean's eyes burning a whole into her body and she gave in. She turned her head to finally look at him and their eyes met.

Her mouth was dry and she licked her lips, getting nervous.

Slowly, she placed the last drink on the little table, not taking her eyes off of him.

Dean continued to look at her and when she licked her lips in that seductive way he felt a hot wave wash over him.

As soon as the bottom of the glass of whisky touched the table top, Dean grabbed Haley's hand and pulled her onto his lap.

Haley's eyes widened in surprise when Dean's hands pulled her to him, causing her to drop the tray. The sound that it made when it collided with the floor was swallowed by the loud music and noise surrounding them.

The next thing that Haley remembered was Dean's hands and mouth on her. He squeezed her butt abrasively and pressed her so hard to his body that Haley couldn't breathe.

His mouth was hot on hers, forcing her to give him what he wanted. She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck, digging her fingernails into his scalp and willingly deepened the kiss.

When their tongues met, she let out a loud moan.

Dean's leather jacket was pressing to her naked arms and bare stomach, making her shiver.

They continued to kiss roughly, fighting a battle with their tongues and teeth.

Haley was too shocked and too surprised to think straight. And she didn't want to.

She was finally back in her husband's arms and that was the only thing that counted. She didn't care about the motives that made him act that way.

Dean was appalled by himself. He didn't know what the hell was wrong with him. He only knew that it felt so damn good to have her back in his arms, feeling her hot mouth and soft skin again.

When Dean's hands moved from her ass and slipped under her top, Haley almost jumped at the feel of his hot touch on her skin.

His hands moved further up her stomach and to her chest. When he touched the warm and sensitive skin of her breasts he groaned.

No bra.

He felt a jolt of electricity shoot through his body and his abdomen twitched. God, he wanted to take her right there.

Haley felt Dean's erection through his pants pressing to her butt and it made her head spin. He still wanted her.

Suddenly, Dean pulled away, breaking the kiss. But he continued to kiss along her jaw line and then licked and sucked at her neck.

Haley stopped breathing, the blood was pumping rapidly through her veins and she was losing control.

Dean's fingertips started to tease her already hard nipples and she bit her bottom lip, letting out a whimper that only Dean could her.

It was the most sweetest sound of the world.

"Dean..." He heard her moan his name desperately into his ear and thought he was going to explode right there.

He stopped kissing her neck and joined their mouths again for an even hotter kiss this time.

They were both breathing and moaning heavily, but no one could hear the sounds they were making.

Dean's hands proceeded their journey back down over Haley's body and when they had reached her hips, he slipped one hand into her jeans, his fingers touching her heat.

Haley panicked.

She grabbed his hand, stopping him. She broke the kiss and for the first time since he had pulled her onto his lap, she looked him in the eye.

His eyes were dark with lust, his breath was sweeping over her face. He looked quizically at her, wondering what made her stop him.

Haley's lips were swollen, she was shivering underneath his hands and Dean could see pure fear in her eyes. He opened his mouth to ask her what was wrong when he heard her speak up.

"Not here, please." She whispered at his lips and Dean's heart clenched at the vulnerable tone in her voice.

He was reminded of the night before, how she had pressed into the wall of the kitchen, expecting him to hurt her. Dean cursed inwardly. He didn't want to feel those feelings for her and he tried to play his concern off.

Dean smiled smugly at her and she thought for a moment he would be cruel enough to ignore her protest but she was proven wrong.

He pulled his hand out of her pants, cupped her face and brushed her lips softly with his before he let go of her. His expression had changed, Haley couldn't tell what he was thinking. When he said the next words Haley thought she was going to pass out.

"You have to get back to work." He stated coldly and pushed her off his lap.

Haley stood up but remained standing still in front of him, not catching on. She blinked a few times in confusion.

"You heard me." Dean repeated. He knew he sounded too harsh but his own feelings terrified him. If Haley stayed any longer he would be starting to let her in again. He had to be cautious and push her away before it was too late for him.

Haley pulled herself together and dared to look around the club. Only now she realized that she had actually made out with Dean at a stripclub.

Luckily, no one had really seen them. They were alone in the sitting area; the guys that had been there before must have disappeared some time during their make out session.

Haley looked down and saw the tray still lying on the floor. She picked it up. Without looking back, she quickly headed back to the bar.

She couldn't stand seeing that look in Dean's eyes any longer.

A/N: Hey guys! So, here's the next chapter, a little Dean and Haley action for you;) As always, thank you all so much for reading and adding this story. Special thanks to Addi101 and Miss E Charlotte for reviewing the last chapter! Your amazing reviews made me really happy:)