Reggie tried not gape. The man was leering speculatively at her breasts. She smiled at him, forcing his attention to her face.

"No, I'm afraid we're about to be on our way home". She gently pushed out with her gift, he wasn't dangerous. Just lonely. She softened.

"But thank you, what was your name?"

"Uh, Billy". Billy seemed to be a bit confused. She was saying no to him, but her smile was so pretty, and she was so nice, he didn't really feel too bad about it.

"Well Billy, maybe you could help us out. We need the number of a cab company" Reggie hoped to distract him with the false request. Billy scratched his head.

"I'd try BlueCab. They're one of the cheaper companies in town".

"Why thank you Billy" Reggie smiled at him again, "We'll do that", and reaching into her bag for her cell phone, she tuned away. The gentle dismissal seemed to work, and Billy wandered off.

Dean was impressed. He could hardly believe that Reggie's gentle, polite refusal had gotten such good results. Maybe he had underestimated her.

Reggie replaced her phone in her bag and dug for the keys to the SUV. She wanted to get out of here. Now. Billy had been harmless, but there were more where he came from and once the floodgates had been opened….too late... Another man, this one considerably larger, and more menacing, was approaching her. Some of his buddies from a nearby table cheered him on. He was relatively good looking, with black hair and brown eyes, and thought a great deal of himself.

"Hi", he leaned on the bar next to Reggie. She ignored him, still digging for the keys. "I'm Bryan, I own this bar" he continued, unfazed. "I could arrange it so you ladies didn't need to take a taxi home".

"No" Reggie finally looked up. Her eyes and smile were tight, "Thank you. But we have our car outside".

"Well that's a shame". Again Reggie didn't respond. "Now c'mon honey. No need to be rude. You were real nice to Billy over there". He slid his hand suggestively along her forearm. Reggie went totally still, and Dean slipped off his stool. When she raised her head, he took an involuntary step back. Her eyes were like chips of golden ice, and her chin had a disdainful tilt to it. She looked slowly from Bryan's hand on her arm to his face, her eyes cutting into him. Her voice was soft, but cold, and carried an irrefutable authority.

"Let go of me, now!"

Bryan released her almost before he knew what he was doing. Her eyes were chilling, and her look made him feel as though he were lower than pond scum. Reggie dropped her eyes, but her stiff posture kept the man at arms length. Dean relaxed again. She was batting two for two. However, Bryan, though deterred, was not done. Looking around Reggie to Emily, he slid his slimy smile back into place.

"How 'bout you pretty lady?" Emily, clearly drunk, smiled back.

"How bout what?" she asked. Bryan's smile grew.

"Oh all manner of things. Why don't we head upstairs and talk about it". This seemed like a perfectly acceptable idea to the tipsy Emily.

"Okay", she slid off her barstool. Maybe there would be somewhere to lie down.

Reggie glared at the man who was smooth talking her drunken friend. She shoved purposefully between them.

"You aren't going anywhere".

"Why not?" asked Emily disoriented.

"Yeah, why not?" sneered Bryan. "You change your mind? I don't mind a little two for one". Reggie took Emily's arms.

"We are leaving."

"But I don't wanna" Emily pouted. Reggie gritted her teeth. She wanted to kill Emily. The longer they stayed here the more confident Bryan grew. His friends were egging him on and he was starting to feel stubborn, and aggressive. He took one of Emily's arms.

"Your friend here seems to disagree with you. Why don't you run along. I'll see that she gets home safe". Reggie outright snarled at him.

"She is NOT staying here with you!"

Bryan gave her a nasty smile, wrenching away the hand Reggie still had wrapped around Emily's arm. Reggie narrowed her eyes. She was, by now, more than a little frightened. If Emily could have just kept her mouth shut they'd be long gone by now. Bryan was a lot larger than she was and his grip was bruising the delicate skin on her wrist, but she ignored that. She was too busy calculating how best to disable him, panicking would do neither of them any good, she had to protect her friend. A good swift kick to the groin should do it. But then there was the question of his friends. Her gift told her they would come to his aid. Damn! She'd have to hope the element of surprise would give her and Emily time to make a dash for the car, there were too many for her to handle on her own.

She looked at her friend. All of the commotion and Bryan's grip on her arm seemed to finally be registering. She was feeling confused and scared. Reggie took a deep breath, which came out in a startled whoosh when a second large, male hand grabbed Bryan by the wrist holding her, fingers digging into the tendons. Dean was smiling, but his voice was soft and deadly. "I think you'd better let the lady go".

Dean's eyes narrowed when the bastard put his hands on her. Up till now she'd been doing pretty well. And if it weren't for Emily, who, with the joyous obliviousness of the well and truly drunk, was encouraging the guy, she might have gotten out of there without him. But the situation was now rapidly spiraling out of control and Bryan had more than a few friends hanging around. No doubt just the kind of creeps who'd be willing to help their friend corral a couple of unwilling women. He stepped up to the larger man, digging into the tendons of the arm by which he held Reggie, forcing him to let go with a grunt of pain.

"Who the hell are you?" Bryan demanded. Clearly he hadn't been expecting any resistance.

"I'm a friend of the ladies" Dean said casually, motioning for Reggie to grab Emily and get going. Reggie, never happier to see anyone in her life, immediately did just that. Grabbing her friend by the arm, she bundled her towards the door. Dean followed after them, keeping an eye on Bryan and his goons as he went.

Reggie hustled Emily out into the cool night air. Her mind was racing. Thank God for Dean. She's almost forgotten he was there. She turned as he came out the door behind them.

"Thanks so much. I don't know what I was thinking. That was my own fault. Milo was right, I shouldn't have stayed on my own…." she trailed off. Even if she hadn't been able to sense the tension in Dean, she would have been able to see it on his face, and in his stance. It read, Ready to Rumble.

"You think they're going to come after us". It was a statement, not a question.

The door to the bar opened and the four men piled out.

"Yup. You and Emily get in the car and get going. Call Sam, tell him where I am".

Reggie was incredulous. "What are you going to do?!"

"You'll never make it if someone doesn't hold them off". It was a clam, matter of fact statement, accompanied by a cocky smile.

"Not worried about me, are ya darlin'? You and Emily make tracks. I'll be right behind you". Reggie could feel the resolve beneath the smile. She wasn't going to change his mind. Turning, she grabbed Emily by the hand and led her towards the truck.

"Here", she pressed the keys into her friend's hand. "Get in the truck and get going. Here's my cell phone, Sam's number is in the phonebook. Call him and tell him what's going on".

"Wha? What about you?" demanded Emily, sobering by the second. Reggie glanced back at Dean, facing down the four men. She really didn't like the feeling she was getting from them. They wouldn't just beat him up and let him go.

"I have to help Dean. Please don't argue with me. Just go" she gave Emily a little shove.

"I'll be fine". The whole mess was her fault in the first place, she could hardly leave Dean to clean it up alone. Emily climbed into the big black SUV.

"Oh God" she murmured, as Reggie headed back the way she had come. She had the cell phone in hand as she drove out of the lot.