A/N: Revised 4/20/15

I stirred from sleep, fuzzy and I let out a groan. I peaked with one eye at the window, there was no sun yet. I nuzzled back next to Dean's warm side. He smells like leather and gunpowder. I look up at his face, still sleepy and I see that he is looking back at me. He reaches up with one hand and wipes his eyes with the back of his hand,

"Morning," he grumbles. I groan again and put my head on his chest, trying to get five more minutes of sleep. I hear him chuckle. His arm tightened around me and pulled me closer. He put his lips on my hair and then spoke quietly, "You have to get up sometime."

I shook my head. He rolled so that I was on my back and he was propped on his elbow next to me, "It's five, and unless you want to explain this to Sam, one of us is going to have to get up."

I took a deep breath and exhaled loudly, annoyed. Dean chuckled again. Then he grew quiet and his eyes searched my face. He put his hand on my face and traced my lips with his thumb.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing." he bent and kissed me, slowly and then pulled away. He smiled that freaking smile.

"Dean, what is it?"

"Its stupid..." He hesitated, "...I've never woken up with a woman that I haven't..."

"Had sex with." I finished, and honestly I had figured that was probably true. He cringed and looked embarrassed. I tried to hold it in, but then I snorted and laughed.

"Well I am glad that you think it is funny." Dean said.

"I'm just happy that you have shit to work on too."

"Well at least we know we are both a little fucked up." I laughed again, he leaned in and kissed me again to shush me. Then he rolled out of the bed and walked out the door. And that was my first morning waking up next to Dean Winchester.

I laid in bed for a good ten minutes before I decided it was safe to roll on out. I threw on faded jeans and just slipped a plaid shirt over my tank. I had to keep myself from smiling like an idiot as I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. Sam's back was to me and he was looking at the case file. Dean looked up from the ones he was reading and I saw his lips twitch. I smiled internally. I was getting coffee from the pot when my FBI phone went off.

"This is Agent Kent."

"This is Lieutenant McDowd."

"What can I do for you?"

"For starters your fucking job..."

"Listen, we are here to help you out, if you are going to act like this we have other, legitimate, cases that need our attention." I hoped he bought my bluff.

"Well we just had another body wash up in the harbor."

"Okay, we will be there as soon as we can, other than the ME, don't let anyone near the body."

I hung up, "Time to go boys."

An hour commute later they rolled up on the crime scene. It was situated on the beach and they could see the yellow tape marking off the body. It was about a half mile trek up the sandy shore. They were all dressed in suits.

"I hate these freaking monkey suits." Dean complained.

"Quit your bitchin', you don't have to wear heels in the sand." Jen replied. They saw McDowd jumping around at people and his voice was carrying against the wind to where they were. Sam, Dean and Jen headed over to where he was. As Jen had predicted, the sand was a bitch for her in heels, and she was struggling to look composed. Sam was booking it over to the LT who gave him the third degree because they hadn't met. Sam worked the puppy dog eyes and the charm, which actually worked. Jen and Dean headed straight for the body. Dean trailed behind Jen and when her heel rolled for the third time he whispered jokingly, "You know...I could carry you the rest of the way."

Jen backhanded him in the stomach, "Ugh, that actually hurt." Dean complained.

Jen just smiled and got over to the body. It was almost exactly like the other body, torn but not destroyed. Jen looked at all the different marks. They weren't exactly like the one on the other bodies, well until she got to the guy's leg. There was the same burn that had been on the collar bone of the last guy. Jen pulled out her phone and took a picture. There were crabs crawling all over the place. Dean nudged Jen,

"Hey, those are some killer crabs." He smiled like a goof.

Jen smirked but never took her eyes off that mark, "Hey Dean."

"Yeah," He turned and squatted down next to where she was.

"Right here, " She pointed to the mark, "It was on the other guy, and I am sure if we looked it would be on all the other ones."

"You think the spirit is leaving it?"

Jen thought for a moment. The mark was three lines that curved into a center. She knew she had seen it before,

"Dean, it isn't a spirit. We need to go now." She glanced around nervously, "Right fucking now."

Leaving him confused, she rushed up the beach, passing Sam who was on his way down,

"Jen? " She didn't answer and kept walking. Dean and Sam jogged after her to the Impala.

"Jen!" Dean yelled. They finally caught up to her at the car where she was pacing quickly, mumbling to herself.

"What is going on?" Sam asked

"Its not a spirit." Jen said and kept pacing, thinking. Dean shook his head, "Why don't you break it down for the non-telepathic here."

"We need to get back to the house." They stood there and looked at her.

"Now!" She yelled and they scrambled into the car. Dean drove a fast as he could through the rush hour traffic back to Cambridge.

I walked up the stairs and didn't even bother looking to see if Sam and Dean were following me. I knew I had seen that freaking symbol before, I just wasn't sure where. I rushed into the house and didn't close the door behind me. I just started to go through book after book, tossing some to the side and stacking others. African? No. Asia? No. Latin? No? Greek? No. No. No. Finally I came cross an old book that was falling apart at the binding. Yes. I turned quickly and ran straight into Dean, who I hadn't even noticed. Sam was standing next to him. Dean grabbed my shoulders, "Snap out of it now, Jen. What the hell is going on?"

I shook my head, "What do you mean?"

"We have been standing here for half an hour trying to get you to say something. Now what the hell is up your ass?"

I shook his hands off my shoulders and held up the book. "The symbol. That symbol, is North-Western European. The Gaelics, Celts, Gauls, above Hadrian's Wall during the Roman Rule. It is really freaking old school. Like six, seven hundred years before Christ, old school."

They both stood there staring at me, "Guys, this is some deep shit we got ourselves into."

Sam scratched his head, "Why? We have dealt with stuff older than that before."

I thought for a moment, "Sam, it is probably a god. It isn't just a monster, gods have powers, require sacrifice and are incredibly hard to kill."

Dean laughed uncomfortably, "You mean there is an ancient god running around Boston?"

I nodded, "The only question is which one?"

I tossed the book I was holding to Sam, "Look through this and see if you can find anything. It is in an old dialect, so just try to find a picture that matches that burn from number six."

I kept rummaging through books and papers. Dean stood helplessly behind my, not knowing how to help me. A few minutes later I found a stack of research I had written about tribes above the wall during the Roman rule. I turned and handed it to him, "Look for anything that references gods, goddesses, anything that could be this."

"Okay." He looked at me, worried. I just shook my head. I knew someone we could go to, but that was going to be a last resort. I continued to sort through books, looking for anything. A few hours passed, nothing. There were a few false alarms. The symbol was referenced but never in the aspect of a god.

"Here!" Sam exclaimed. I rushed over and read over his shoulder. Even though I knew ancient languages, this was freaking old. I could only make out a few words here and there.

"This could be something," I pointed about three quarters of the way down the page, "it sounds like a ritual but I can't pinpoint what sect it would belong to."

"Fucking fantastic." Dean said, he was frustrated, "So we have squat."

Just suck it up I told myself. You can do it, especially with the boys here. I stood there staring at nothing.

"We might not be totally screwed..." I spoke slowly, "Give me the keys."

I was parked outside of the history and anthropology building at Harvard. I had left Sam and Dean to keep looking at the other papers and books. I got out of the car and climbed the familiar stairs in the hall. I knew that the particular person I was looking at would be here. I turned a corner and knocked on the office door.

"Come in." He looked up, "Holy crap! Wesson?"

"Dr. Traker. " I said with a smile.

"I thought you were gone. Don't get me wrong, I am happy to see you, you were definatly the best student that has ever come through this department. Your paper on tribes above Hadrian's wall was exquisite and your research on the Greeks, then the Native American tribes..." He trailed off. Dr. Traker had been my advisor at Harvard and I had taken almost all of his classes, he had even let me sit in on a few of his graduate courses. He was a man in his late sixties who was quirky, but his classes were always awesome. He kinda reminded me of Dumbledore. The guy knew everything about European history.

"Professor, I am working on this one project and I came across this symbol, " I held up the book to the page where it was. He took it and studied it. "...I can't figure out if it is Celt or Gaelic and my research partner and I have a little bet going. I was hoping you could settle it."

"Of course I can...hmmm...The symbol is a Triskelion. Cultures later took it to mean Alpha, Beta, and Omega. But in this particular case it is Celtic. It is the symbol for the god Manannan Mac Lir. He is their sea god."

I nodded, I vaguely remember skimming over that name at some point. Dr. Traker kept reading. He finally looked up over his glasses, "I'm not going to ask where you found this book, because you have brought in some strange ones, but this book is old. Old old. This particular page is a ritual to summon and bind Manannan Mac Lir."

"Thank you Professor."

He handed me back the book, "You're welcome."

I hesitated, "I know this might sound a little weird but did the Celts have a way to protect themselves from their gods?"

"Not really. They appeased them through sacrifice much like the Greeks."

I turned to leave and he spoke again, "You know it was a shame you left. You really are a good student."

"Like I told the school when I left, family issues."

"Yeah and I'm Odin."

I smiled at him, "Thank you again, sir."

"As always, you are welcome."

I closed the professor's door behind me. And walked quickly down the hall, texting Sam the name of the god, hopefully he will be able to come up with something before I get back. I rushed down two flights of stairs and turned the corner to another hall and ran headlong into the person coming from the other direction.

"Sorry," I said quickly and then looked at the face, fuck, my stomach dropped.

"Jennifer," his voice cooed, "long time, no see."

"Ethan." I said flatly and tried to walk past him, feeling like vomiting. He moved in front of me. Ethan was a big guy, football player, well not anymore. Now he would just be a grad student.

"Jennifer, I thought you left. You know how you disappeared after that night at the bar." He reached out to grab my loose hair. I smacked his hand away, but his other hand grabbed my wrist.

"What happened to you?" He asked and I tried to pull my arm away, he slammed me into the wall. Looking down at me with that evil fucking smirk. I pushed against him, "Ethan, that is enough."

He lowered his mouth near my ear, "I don't ever remember you saying that before."

"Well I am not an eighteen year old girl anymore."

He looked down my shirt, "You never where."

I slammed my head into his nose, "AHH," he moaned. I sprinted for the door. I could hear him behind me, tiles echoing his footsteps. At this time on a Friday, no one was here. I still had five floors to get down, I ducked into a stairwell, racing down the stairs, I could hear him jumping down the stairs, a landing at a time. I was heading from the second floor to ground when I was tackled to the ground, rolling down the remaining steps, his body slammed on top of mine at the bottom of the landing. It knocked the wind out of me and I was gasping for breath. He flipped me over and sat on my chest. He just stared at me, smiling, he thought he had freaking won.

"You little bitch. I'm with you for over a fucking year and you never put out. That asshole jumps me from behind and you spread your legs the next night. You are such a fucking shit."

I went to punch him and he pinned my arm with his hand on the floor. It was hard to breath with 250 pounds on my continued talking, stroking my hair, "You know, I actually missed you."

Freaking psychopath. I struggled, hard. I was able to rip a hand free and throw a punch into his ribs. He shifted enough I was able to pull my leg up and grab the knife from my boot. I swung and stabbed him high in the arm. He grunted and I scrambled to my feet and continued down the stair and out the door. Once in the car I slammed the key into the ignition. The fucking thing wouldn't start. I looked up and saw him coming out of the doors at the top of the stairs.

"Fuck, please start." I begged. I tried two more times before it caught and I was able to speed off. I was surprised I wasn't pulled over as my foot never left the floor through Cambridge. I never stopped at a sign or waited for a light. Finally I was in front of the house. I shut off the engine and I couldn't move, I just sat there and shook uncontrollably.

Dean and Sam heard the car screech around the corner and brake hard, "What the hell is she doing to my car!"

Dean rushed and looked out the window as the engine cut. He expected her to come running up to the house, but she was just sitting there, staring out the windshield, "Hey Sammy, you wanna keep researching? I...uh...I will be back in a minute or two."

When he turned to get an answer but Sam just waved him off. He was looking up page after page online about this god that Jen had texted them a while ago. Some water god or something like that. Dean rushed out the back, jumping the step third from the bottom and walked over to the car. Jen was still staring forward and as he approached, Dean could tell she was shaking. Not nervously, like last night, but a full out panic attack. Dean reached for the driver's door handle. The second Jen heard the click she drew her gun and pointed it out the window.

"WHOA," Dean put his hands up and jumped back. Jen watched him for a moment, she looked like a wild, wounded animal that was cornered.

"Jen, it is just me...It's okay. You need to put the gun down." As much as she had been shaking, her hands didn't waver now, the gun had never moved from the head shot. Dean watched as she registered that she was fine and returned the safety and lowered the gun. Jen leaned back in the seat staring at the roof, breathing heavily. He grabbed the door handle again and pushed Jen over so he could sit down. As soon as he touched her, he regretted it immediately because she jumped across the bench seat and got as close to the door as she could. Dean watched, she wouldn't meet his eyes. He thought for a moment and flipped open his phone.

"Hey Sam, me and Jen are going to go and take a look down by the water where the bodies were found, see if anything turns up."

"Okay, I will call you if I find anything. This god doesn't have very much useful information."

Dean hung up the phone, started the engine, and drove off slowly. Out of the corner of his eye he watched Jen stay pressed against the door, eyes blankly staring. He drove into Boston and found a warehouse parking lot that was totally deserted. They sat in silence for awhile, Dean looked her over the best he could. He didn't see any bruises or cuts.

"Jen?" He spoke softly, "Are you alright?"

She didn't respond, her mind was in full fight or flight mode and she couldn't turn it off. Dean waited until it was unbearable for him to not do anything.

"Jesus, just don't shoot me." He muttered under his breath and reached over. For the first time she responded, her head flew up and she watched his hand, warily. But she didn't pull away. Jen was trying to calm down, she knew Dean wouldn't hurt her but it was hard to convince herself that she was fine now. He finally placed his hand on her thigh. The shaking stopped but he could feel her muscles coil. He knew he was definitely right about someone messing her up before, but he didn't know how to help her. When she didn't draw on him he moved toward the center of the seat, waiting to gauge how she would react.

When Jen didn't try to jump out the window, Dean moved his hand to under her arm and pulled her towards him. At first she resisted, but then let him. Jen sat against his side, legs tucked underneath her. Dean put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her against his side, she laid her head on his shoulder. They sat like that for a long time. Jen finally spoke quietly, "I will be okay."

Dean looked down at her face and saw that she was chewing on the inside of her cheek. She wanted to talk but didn't want him to know how weak she could be, it was embarrassing and she had been so stupid.

"Dean..." Jen started, she never looked up, just started forward at the buildings, he had a right to know what he was getting himself into she told herself , "I was a stupid teenager, I wasn't always so freaking skittish, and I wish I could turn it off. Sometimes I can, I don't know if I will ever be able to all the way."

She swallowed, Dean squeezed her tighter and spoke, "I told you we can work on it. We were all stupid teenagers, if I had a nickel..."

"Not like partying and shit like that Dean, though I have done my fair share...When I was at MIT I studied stuff that would help me with chemicals, building stuff and everything else like that. I came over to Harvard to learn more about lore and history. See if I could get a jump on some of this shit."

She paused and looked up at Dean's face, he was watching her and waiting patiently, "Well in my first history class there was this T.A., freaking had it all, captain of the football team, good looking, freaking everything, girls crawling all over him all the time. But the only person he paid any attention to was me. I wasn't popular in high school, guys never gave me a second look, I wouldn't count any of the stuff at MIT because they were all too scared to even talk to me. And I fell for it."

Dean saw the pieces falling into place. Jen had been young, well younger, and vulnerable for attention. He wanted to tell her that was nothing to be embarrassed about, that it happened to everyone, but he kept his mouth shut because she was finally talking, "He was great for a while, polite, total gentlemen. But then I was around him when he would drink. He would just get flat out mean. And I told myself it was just the booze. Well he got ejected from the team because he showed up drunk one day. He blamed me because I didn't go out with him that night and cut him off. He got pissier all the time, drank more...he never hit me but would shove me around, grope me in public and get a little rough... And I stayed because I thought 'how can I do any better'. Then he got mad because I wouldn't put out. I was barely freaking legal and he kept pushing me..."

She trailed off and pulled her knees in front of her and set her chin on them, thinking, hating herself for ever letting it get to that. Dean was hoping what was going through his head never happened to her, he moved his hand up and down her back, "Jen, what happened?"

"He would always go until I said enough, and then push it a little farther, seeing what I would do. And I let it happen, I mean hell, I'm a hunter, I could have taken care of the problem right there but I never did. I thought maybe it was my fault. When I would disappear for a week at a time it got a lot worse. But then he would be so freaking nice and charming, act like he was sorry. Then one night we were at this sleazy ass college bar. I went to the bathroom and when I came back out I got another drink from the bartender. I didn't know that he was friends with Ethan and he put some shit in my drink. I got sick and ran to the ally, Ethan didn't follow me right away but came out a little later and wouldn't stop, no matter what I said and begged and tried to do. I couldn't stop him. But before he got too far some guy I didn't even know came up and beat his ass, helped me home, and I never saw him again. I left Harvard the next Monday and never looked back..."

She paused, "I'm not going to hold you to what you said last night Dean. I am always going to be fucked up at this kind of stuff, I don't know if it is ever going to change."

It all made sense to Dean now. The only relationship Jen had ever had was, though not that simple, abusive and one sided. Though she was a hard ass and put up a good front, she was a people pleaser and hadn't known any better. He pulled her upright so that she was facing him, "Jen, I'm not going to dump you on the curb because you had something shitty happen to you. I have a past, but it is in the past. I mean you are going to have to deal with the fact that I just can't turn the flirt off so..."

She chuckled. He smiled back at her and pulled her into a hug, after a moment she buried her face into the side of his neck. Dean couldn't help but smile and he turned his face to kiss the side of her neck. He broke it first, they sat there nose to nose for a moment and then it dawned on him why she had been so upset, "You ran into him, didn't you?"

The embarrassment and shame creped back into her face, "When I was leaving an office he attacked me."

Dean's jaw clenched, "That son of a bitch"

"If it makes you feel any better I stabbed him."

Dean looked at the small smile that played on her lips, it was a small victory but a victory none the less and he busted out laughing, "You stabbed him?"

"He tackled me and I stabbed him in the arm." Jen looked proud of herself, Dean laughed again. He put his hand behind her head and pulled her lips to his and kissed her lightly. Then turned the keys in the ignition and sped off.

Dean was quiet as we drove. I could tell he was thinking through everything, and I just didn't want him to pity me, I just needed someone to know and if he really meant what he said last night, he had to know. After awhile I realized he wasn't heading back to the house, "Where are we going?"

"I told Sam we were going to check out the beaches, so we are going to check out the beaches and see what we can find."

I nodded and looked out the window at the passing buildings. Finally when we were at the beach

I stepped out of the car and smelt the salty air.

"So you really think this is a god?" Dean was leaning on the roof of the car.

"It would make sense, but I don't think he is doing it on his own. See, gods don't care about people as long as they get their sacrifice and they don't have to do anything. They are kinda like regular guys and chase tail all the time. The professor that I talked to said that that particular mark could be a binding ritual."

"Someone is controlling it."

I nodded, "So we have to find that person to stop the god or we could kill the god."

"How do you do that?"

"Well the professor didn't say there was anything in the lore, but there is this tale with other religions and I have a hunch that it might work."

Dean scoffed, "A hunch? Well I'm glad I am risking my neck on a hunch."

I rolled my eyes, " There is this legend that if you use a god's weapon against them it can kill them, or at least put them in a coma for a few thousand years when someone releases them. At least it can work for the Greeks, I guess we will find out about the Celts."

"Great. So we have to track down this god and find his weapon. What the hell does he look like?"

I went and leaned against the car next to Dean. "Well if I remember correctly this guy, Manannan Mac Lir, he likes to appear as a normal dude. He likes one of three disguises: the sage, the ladies man or the gatekeeper. Considering this is the twenty first century I would guess one of the first two would be most likely."

"Well that shouldn't be hard to find in a city this big." Dean said sarcastically.

"We should be able to narrow it down though. I mean he is going to want to stay near the water and will probably have to be close to the person binding him. And something this powerful has got to leave a trail."

Dean nodded, "We just have to find out where that trail is."

I looked up at him, "Well here is the thing, he is a guy, and he hasn't been summoned in probably a thousand years. Where would he go on a Friday night?" I winked.

"To find some chicks. I knew there was a reason I was keeping you around. " He playfully punched me in the shoulder, "Jen, you're a genius."

"Yeah, I know."

Dean shook his head, and then stared off and thought for a second, "But why these people? Everything supernatural that we have ever run into has a pattern that they have to follow or a reason that they are doing it."

I wasn't sure either but, "Maybe it doesn't have anything to do with the god, maybe the person binding it is the common denominator. Like he goes, marks the person and then Manannan Mac Lir takes them as his sacrifice."

Dean's phone rang and I could only hear the one side of the conversation, "Sam...yeah...well Jen was thinking maybe he might be bound to someone...picking up chicks...Really? You sure?...We are on our way."

Dean hung up the phone then bent down and kissed me, pushing my back up against his car. It took me a second to get my head wrapped around what just happened and by the time I responded he pulled back, "Like I said, you are a freaking genius."

"Hold on. Why am I a genius?"

"Get in the car. We need to go meet Sam."

Dean got us into the business district of Boston in no time, he was busy swerving around traffic so I didn't ask what was going on. Eventually he parked in front of a diner and got out. I followed him in, Sam was already sitting at a table.

"Sam, how the hell did you get here?" I asked.

"Jacked a car a few blocks from the house. Anyways, sit, I got you two coffees already."

I scooted all the way into the booth and Dean sat next to me. Suddenly, I was aware of the fact that Sam had no idea about what had happened between me and Dean over the last twenty-four hours. I made sure there was a significant amount of space between Dean and me.

"So like I told Dean over the phone, there is a connection between the victims. They were all involved with this business that is really successful in fishing, crabbing and such right now and bringing people into the market. Like the company buys the boats, hires the crews and takes part of the profit."

Our coffees came and Dean interrupted Sam, "Sammy the whole big business bad thing is getting old, would you get to the point."

Sam shot him a dirty look but continued, "Victims one and four were both captains. The reason they weren't connected because one of their boats is owned by a smaller company that is a false buyer for the larger company. Victims two, five and seven were investors. Three was a crewman, and six was one of the founders."

Dean nodded, "You were right Jen, the person binding the god is the one who is choosing the victims. That is the common factor."

I was silent for a moment, "So we are looking for an Irish boatman who is going under because of this company. He is probably losing everything. His family might have already left him, he can't pay his bills, etcetera."

Dean looked over, "Why Irish?"

"At least mostly Irish decent. I don't think that Manannan Mac Lir would be able to be summoned by just anyone. Gods are usually loyal to their people."

Dean took a sip of his coffee, "So what is the game plan then?"

"I think it is time that we hit up some bars." I replied.

Back at the house I was in my room trying to find some clothes that would pass at a high end bar. See the way I figured, most gods didn't bang the people from the welfare line. Even freaking Zeus, who couldn't keep it in his pants, always went after the upper class. I heard Dean come in the room behind me, "I don't want you to do this."

I didn't even turn around, "I don't care what you think Dean. This is part of the job."

"You are putting yourself out there for a sleazeball god to grab, excuse me if I don't like the plan."

"Listen, I have been bait before and I will be bait again. Like I said it is what we do and we need to stop this… God hates a coward."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

I sighed, "It is something my dad always said. It means sometimes you just have to go for it. And usually it will pan out…"

"So what are me and Sam going to do? Not to cramp your style but I think walking in with two huge guys isn't going to be encouraging."

I turned and looked at him, "Sam is trying to find a guy that matches what we are looking for, you need to be ready for when he does."

"No, I am going to be at the bar backing you up."

"Until Sam calls, and then you are going to leave."

He gave me this 'no way in hell look'. "Dean, I hunted four years by myself. If you weren't here I would be doing this one by myself. I can handle it. I am a freaking big girl."

He grumbled and I just rolled my eyes and continued looking through clothes. The biggest trick was covering up my scars. I finally found a plane dress, plenty of cleavage and long sleeves. Ironically, it was seafoam green. I turned again and Dean was still standing in the middle of my room.

"Sam is going to need more backup then I will. Chances are I will just be getting hit on all night by random people and we won't even find him. There is a better chance that you guys will find whoever is controlling him."

Dean nodded, I walked out of my room, to the bathroom and got into the shower.

Five hours and two bars later, there still wasn't a damn thing, except some really shitty pick-up lines. I was in that dress, which almost made it to my knees, with tall brown boots. I wore matching green and brown jewelry to complement it. My hair, for once, was clean and behaved, running in thick curls past my waist to my hips. I was sitting at the bar nursing a Cosmo. I could see myself in the mirror behind the bar, even though I felt awkward, I could definitely pass for a young businesswoman, maybe a first year associate at a law firm. I noticed that the green rings in my eyes had taken over to match what I was wearing, as they did anytime I wore greens or blues.

Dean had entered the bar ten minutes after me and was sitting in a corner pretending to be working on something but really watching me. It was weird seeing him dressed up, he wore gray slacks and a blue shirt and a tie. Honestly it was funnier than hell seeing him in clothes like that. A woman now and again would try to start a conversation with him and he would flirt back for awhile, and they would give him their phone number. Like he said, couldn't turn off the flirt.

A guy sat next to me and I looked over, fucking great, another winner. A middle-aged office worker looking to hook up. This one was at least clean and neat, the last few had been way too desperate. I looked him up and down, and I already knew this wasn't our god.

"I don't think I have seen you in here before." He said to me. Great, one of those, because I haven't heard that one before.

"You could have just not have noticed." I faced back front.

"I would have noticed you." Now I wanted to puke.

"You are right, I have never been here before. I'm waiting for some people from my office to grab drinks."

"You have been here an awful long time." Even better, a watcher.

"I like to be early for meetings." This guy just couldn't take a hint. My phone buzzed and I looked down, it was a text from Dean.

'Sam just called. Found a possible. Leaving. Do you want me to stay?'

'No, go ahead' I texted back. Perfect timing Dean, you have to leave when I got a persistent one. But I wasn't going to give him an excuse to stay.

"How about I buy you another drink?" The guy asked.

"No thank you."

"Fine, let's try this another way. My name is Kevin." He waited and said, "This is the part where you say your name."

Jesus Christ, I turned on him, "Listen Kevin, take a hint. No, number one, I don't have enough daddy issues to want a sugar daddy. I'm guessing your mid to late forties. I'm half your fucking age. Number two, I'm not stupid. Your suit is cheap so I'm guessing, yeah you work in business but you're not top management. Probably mid to right below the really high ones. Which normally would give you enough money to spend on a nice suit but your wife spends all your money. And if that wasn't bad enough you pay for your son's baseball lessons so what little money she didn't spend went to that."

He looked pissed, "How the fuck?"

"Your smart, I will give you that. At least you removed your wedding ring, but your tan. Your fairly light skinned on your hairline but your hands and face are dark tan even though its fall. So you wear a baseball cap when you're with your family, probably watching your son play. Why do I say son? Because you're hitting on me, if you had a daughter you wouldn't because I would look way too much like her. See you had, when you weren't graying, dark brown hair and you have greenish eyes. See men don't tend to hit on women who remind them of their girls."

I smirked, I had nailed it. The guy was turning purple he was so mad. I noticed the people next to us had started listening.

"You bitch!" He said as he stood up.

"Yeah, I get that a lot." I said and faced back front. I ordered another drink from the bartender. Well this night was turning out to be a bust.