Brianna stepped out of the motel bathroom. "What do you think?"

Ryan gave her a once over before wolf-whistling.

Derek rolled his eyes. "Did you mean to look like such a slut?"

She giggled. "Yes, I did."

Ryan pulled on one of her pigtails as she walked past. "So where are we going?"

She shrugged, taking her keys. "Are you coming, or did you two want to stay and … snuggle?"

"Isn't that your plan for the night?"

"Besides, in that outfit? You aren't going anywhere alone." Ryan grabbed his coat.

Brianna walked into the bar, flashing her fake ID and getting a round of drinks.

She rejoined Ryan and Derek at a table.

Passing them shots, she did a quick cheers before tossing it back. She glanced over at the other end of the room.

A group of guys was laughing and playing pool.

"Isn't that your little friend?" Derek snapped, taking a sip of his beer.

She smirked nervously, nodding. "Wish me luck."

Brianna walked over to the pool table just as Dean finished pocketing the 8 ball.

She could feel his eyes on her, starting at her legs and working her short tartan skirt. Pausing on her extremely tight, low-cut black top, her curly pigtails hanging down her chest.

When his eyes finally landed on her face, his jaw dropped. "Brian?"

She walked straight up to him, pressing against him while she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Her heels closed the distance between their faces. "Hi, Dean."

"What are you doing here?" His shoulders stiffened while he kept his hands at his sides. He glanced over her shoulder at the boy still sitting at the table.

Ryan waved.

She took the opportunity to lean in even closer, setting her face right under his chin. "I'm here to wish you a Happy Birthday." She whispered, kissing just underneath his jaw.

He wrapped his arm around her as she kissed him.

The men he had been playing pool with were watching the two of them.

Dean pulled his head back to look at her face. "You came all the way here to wish me a Happy Birthday?"

She nodded.

He pulled her in, leaning down to whisper in her ear. "How did you convince Bobby to let you come out here?"

"I did, can we just leave it at that?" She slid her hand underneath his jacket.

He handed the pool stick to one of the other guys. "Sorry, guys."

"No need, we get it." One of the guys chuckled.

Dean kept his hand in the small of Brianna's back as she led him back to the table. "Are these your partners in crime?"

"You remember the guys." Brianna told him, sitting close enough for him to keep his hands on her.

"Yeah, I do." He gestured for the bartender to bring over another round. "Do they know that you lied to Bobby?"

"Who says I lied?"

"I do. Bri, both of our Dads are going to kill us if they find out you were ever here."

"So they won't find out." She smiled.

Dean looked at her with a blank face.

Her smile faded for a second while she acknowledged his unspoken message.

The bartender broke their gaze with another round of beers and shots.

Brianna took her shot before chasing it with her beer. "If its that big of a deal, get me out of here."

Dean looked at her with an calculating look. "Sammy's back at my hotel room."

"So we'll go to mine." She stated, looking at her friends. "I'm sure these two can find some trouble to get into together."

Brianna grabbed her coat, walking towards the door.

Dean followed after her. "What's this all about?" He asked her once they were alone.

"What's what about?"

"You, sneaking up here and making your way to the same bar I'm in."

"I bribed Sam for the name of the bar."

"Where's the car?"

"I left the boys with the keys."

He kept silent as they walked the 4 blocks to her hotel.

She unlocked the door, tossing the keys onto the table and kicking off her boots.

Dean walked in and sat on the bed. "Why did you sneak up here?"

She set her jacket onto a chair before walking over to him.

She stood between his knees, setting her hands on his shoulders. "I wanted to tell you happy birthday."

"Bri – "

"Stop with the excuses, Dean. Our Dad's aren't here, we have the whole night together."

"Brianna …" He grabbed her hips, pulling her into his lap to straddle him. "If I'm going to die, I suppose this is better than some monster."

She chuckled. "I won't tell if you don't." She leaned down and pressed her lips to his.