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Dean yanked open the bar door with a bit more force than he intended. None of the patrons noticed his abrupt entrance, which was fine with him. Another fight with Sam and Cas had his nerves on edge. What he needed now was a drink, or three. He pushed his way to the bar and flagged the bartender.
"Beer," he says.
"Are you sure that's all you need?" A feminie voice calls out to him. He turns to his right to see a woman of about his age. Her brown hair was styled with beach waves that cascaded past her shoulders. He was intrigued by her green eyes that seemed familiar to him. She was dressed in a tight fitting black shirt and denim pants that ended in black boots. She had her hand wrapped around a tall cocktail that he thought might be a Pina Colada.
"Do you have something in mind," he said, flashing her his trademark grin. She smirked back and stirred her drink.
"I have a few things in mind." He grabbed his beer and took the stool next to her. Dean was grinning at his luck tonight. He'd never been picked up so early in the evening.
"I'm Dean," he said, holding out his calloused hand.
"I know," she replied as her black painted nails slipped into his hand. He was caught off guard by her statement. He tilted his head to the right and narrowed his eyes at her.
"You do? And how is it that you know not only my name but what I look like?" The woman just smiled and sipped her drink.
"I know more about you than you think. I don't think you'd believe me if I told you."
"Try me." The smile grew on her red lips. Her eyes flashed to him.
"Let's get outta here and head to the bunker so we can all talk." She took another sip and placed money on the bar for her drink and his. She turned to slip off the stool when his hand shot out to grab her arm.
"Who are you and how do you know me?" His eyes narrowed onto her.
"My name is Mary. I'd rather not repeat what I have to tell you, your brother, and your friend, so let's go to the bunker and I'll explain." He didn't release her arm. "I understand you're skeptical. I'm not a monster. No Djinn, no shapeshifter, no god, vampire, werewolf, or demon or angel possessed human. I'm a normal, run-of-the-mill human who happens to know quite a bit about you. Now let's go so we can all have a conversation." He released her arm and she slid off the stool to put on her coat. "Besides, I've always wanted to ride in Baby." His eyes widened slightly before he quickly downed his beer and flew out the door to her.
The night air hit his skin. He wished he was more drunk to enjoy the feeling, but the anxious feeling coursed through his blood enough to disregard the cool air. Mary ran her hands over the hood of the car, her eyes closed as she caressed the metal. The sight was enough to cause the blood in his body to start traveling south. He shook his head to clear the thought. He didn't know anything but the girl's name. He needed to be on guard with her.
"Such a beautiful car," she murmured as he approached. The crunch of the gravel pulled her attention to her."
"Did you drive here?" He asked. She shook her head no and looked back at the car. He unlocked the passenger seat and she slid in. He followed in on the driver's side and started the engine. He heard her let out a soft sigh but tried to ignore it as he pulled out of the parking lot and towards the bunker.