I spent the next day doing research in my room, feeling strangely...buzzy and distracted. Something about Dean Winchester made me buzzy and distracted.

At eight pm I made my way to the bar again, spotting him at it drinking a beer as soon as I came in. He caught sight of me as I entered and his eyes went wide, making me smile without meaning to.

This wasn't a...date. But it was the closest to a date I'd been on in years so I'd made an effort. I'd told him I worked for a medical supply company and he told me he was a long distance driver - I don't think either of us believed each other but to hell with it.

I wore a black knee length shirt dress, the buttons undone to show just enough cleavage to not be obscene. My dark red hair was loose and naturally wavy, dark green eyes accentuated with winged liner. Nude lips and black platform heels. Dean Winchester was definitely over 6ft and being 4'3 he made me feel tiny.

I took a seat beside him and he let out a whistle.

'Holy crap, Irish. You're a sight for sore eyes.'

I laughed without planning to. So cheesy. But he definitely pulled it off.

He was wearing an army green shirt with a grey t shirt underneath, jeans and boots again. Same sexy woodsman vibes as last night and my heart did a strange little jump in my chest as I looked him over.

An hour later we were on our fourth drink and like yesterday, the conversation flowed easily. He had me laughing as he recounted stories of sharing motel rooms all over the country with his brother who he worked with, and how people often mistook them for a couple. I made up some stories about the imaginary company I worked for, more than a small part of me feeling terrible for my lies. But its not like I could tell him my day job involves killing things that shouldn't exist for no payment or thanks.

It was still an hour away from last call when he turned to me.

'Want to get out of here?'

I nodded, finishing my drink and stood. He put a hand on the small of my back as he led me to the door, opening it and ushering me outside.

At my room I opened the door and he followed me in, closing it behind him. Once inside I turned to him and without thinking dropped my bag and jacket on the floor and pulled him to me by the front of his shirt, kissing him like I'd been thinking about doing since he had left last night. He made that growling sound deep in his throat again and spun me around, pinning me to the door as one hand went up my dress.

' I've been thinkin' about you since last night, I can't get you out of my head' he murmured in my ear as he kissed me and I felt his hand tug at my underwear so hard they ripped.

' Aw crap' he said, looking at me with wide eyes. I started to laugh helplessly and pulled him back to me, undoing his jeans and almost starting to hyperventilate as he kissed my neck and tangled his hands in my hair.

Again, it didn't last long but Christ the man was effective. I breathed out unsteadily, glad he was holding me against the door as I couldn't feel my legs and my whole body was tingling.

He let out a low laugh as he kissed my neck and his smell of leather and gunpowder and his lips on me made me bodily shiver again.

' Reckon I did better than last night' he murmured. I gasped and nodded, kissing him once more before he let go of me and I tried to steady myself.

I looked up at him, a sudden wave of sadness coming over me as I realised I'd never see him again. Tomorrow I was leaving.

He kissed me slowly and started unbuttoning my dress. I watched him, saying nothing and gasped again as he lifted me up and placed me on the bed, removing my dress and pulling the covers over me. He leaned down and put a hand on the side of my face, kissing me softly.

'You made my week, Irish. Maybe my year. Or my life, which is a sucky one.'

He bent down and wrote a number on the pad beside the bed.

'I'm around here every few months. If you're ever back, give me a call. I'll find a way to get here.'

I nodded and looked up at him, utterly tongue tied. He bent down and kissed me softly again, his hand going into my hair.

'You smell like the sea' he said against my lips. 'Been a long time since I saw a beach.'

With that he stood up and made for the door.

'G'night, Irish. You're...awesome. I'll miss you' he said with a wink and a smile that seemed sad before leaving.

And the sound of the door shutting behind me made me feel lonelier than ever.