The Red Ram was relatively quiet when Sam walked in looking for the elusive Mari and, surprised to see her working behind the bar, he walked up and took a seat. Clancy's physical description of her didn't do her justice, he thought, and would have to get back to her on the slut thing.

"What'll you have?" Mari asked clearing away a longneck bottle left by the prior occupant of the barstool.

"I'll have whatever Dean has."

Mari stopped and took a good look at him, a tentative smile on her face and when she recognized the family resemblance she smiled full on and Sam almost fell off of his stool. "Comin' right up," she said and reached up to the top shelf.

Sam watched her perfect ass as she pulled down the bottle of Jameson and poured him a good measure then placed the glass in front of him. He started to reach into his pocket for his wallet but she stopped him.

"It's on the house..." she said pausing for a name.

"Sam, Sam Winchester. Dean's brother."

"Pleased to meet you, Sam Winchester," she told him and she meant it, "I had no idea Dean had a brother."

Figures, Sam thought sourly picking up his glass.

Mari leaned forward, her elbows on the bar, her cleavage threatening to spill out of her sheer designer blouse. "I hope Dean's feeling better."

"Actually, he's in pretty bad shape. Practically on death's door," Sam said testily, "and a booty call was probably the last thing he needed."

Mari has the good grace to blush and, at a loss for words, stuttered, "I... I..."

She looked so crestfallen that Sam immediately regretted his sharp words. "Listen, I'm sorry," he said and took a sip of the Jameson and tried not to grimace, "I'm just worried about him."

"I can understand," she said and came out from behind the bar. Taking his hand said, "Come, sit with me." She led him to the staff table where she took the whiskey from him. "It's an acquired taste." Replacing the whiskey with a beer she leaned over his shoulder to set the bottle in front of him, her perfume as subtle as a kick to the groin.

Sam smiled and took a pull on the bottle while she settled into the opposite seat and asked, "How can I help you, Sam Winchester?"

Good question, he thought, taking another pull. He'd come to the Red Ram ready to give her a piece of his mind but after being with her for not quite five minutes he was ready to give her all of it. Sam Winchester, instant idiot, just add a beautiful woman and stir. "I guess I just came here to tell you to quit picking on my big brother," he admitted laughing.

She smiled sympathetically and reached out and touched his hand. "I know you're worried about him and that's very commendable in this day and age. Families aren't close anymore. I haven't spoken to any of my relatives in ages."

"Dean's all I have left and I don't know what I'd do if something were to happen to him."

"What about your mother? Your father?"

"Both dead," he told her. Her eyes opened wide in shock and Sam surmised correctly, "Dean didn't tell you anything about himself, did he?"

"After getting to know him he seems a tad shallow. More of a party animal than someone who'd share his feelings...or his life story," she suggested then added, "Maybe spending all that time working on his master's degree has kept him from forming anything but superficial attachments."

Sam nearly choked on his beer but swallowed hard before it could shoot out his nose. "He told you he was working on his masters?"

"At Stanford."

"He is such a shit. I go...went to Stanford. Pre-law. Dean maybe passed his GED."

"I see," Mari said and looked at him with disappointment in her eyes, "I wonder what else he's told me that's not exactly true?"

"There's no telling with Dean. He's quite the crapmeister." Why was he being such a bitch Sam wondered then realized he was jealous, jealous and pissed. Mari was a beautiful woman and Dean shouldn't have scored with her using his stats.

But Mari threw him a bone when she said, "Maybe I chose the wrong brother."

The hit was so obvious he almost flinched but he loved it. "Dean has some fine qualities," Sam pointed out to her although demon whacking wouldn't exactly turn a girls head...unless she was said demon.

"He's quite handsome but I'm looking for more than just eye candy."

"He's house broken," Sam then told her and she threw back her head and laughed.

"That's what I like about you Winchesters, you make me laugh."

"So Mari, if you're not after a stud muffin like Dean, just what are you looking for?" he asked and at the same time couldn't quite believe he had.

She leaned forward and looked him in the eye and sucked him right in, "Actually, right now I'm looking for a lawyer."

"Can't help you there," he said feeling a twinge of regret, "Didn't even come close to passing the bar."

"That doesn't matter. I just have a contract I'd like you to look over, as a favor to me. I'm buying another bar in Oregon and I need to know if I'm getting screwed," she said, the emphasis on the word screwed.

Sam did believe Mari got 'screwed'...a lot...but didn't believe for a second that anyone could ever take advantage of her. It was something about her eyes. They were the eyes of a man-eater.

"I have all the paper work at my house. We could work there," she suggested and, if he hadn't been so worried about Dean, he would have followed her home right then and there and let her keep him, like a lost puppy.

"I need to get back to the hospital," he told her, "but I can come by tomorrow." And while it wouldn't lead to a renewed interest in his law degree, it could lead to a would be lawyer's wildest sexual fantasy, making love on a table covered with contracts and deeds of trust.

"I understand completely," she told him, "Tomorrow would be perfect."

"You can count on it," he promised and got up to leave, "Thanks for the beer."

"Don't mention it, Sam Winchester," she said and waved as he went out the door.

"So much for the concerned girl friend," he muttered as he walked to the Impala. "No 'Tell Dean, I'll be by to see him later', no 'Send him my love" and, if she was honest, not even a 'Tell Dean to kiss my ass 'cause I'm hunting you now, Sammy'.

When he got back to town Sam would tell Clancy that he'd met her boss and she was everything that she had said she was. He wouldn't tell Dean about meeting her at all.