Dean was wrapping up a hunt, just a simple witch hunt. Nothing exciting. Nothing to take his mind of his latest 'chick flick' drama with his brother. The summer of '05 had just ended. This meant Sam was starting his next year of Stanford. Another year out of the life, another year of getting the apple pie life Sam had never had.

First day of classes, Dean was at bar getting drunk.

It was a couple miles out from Stanford. Dean had come for a quick check up on Sam.

He needed beer or sex. Beer and sex would be better. Anything to stop worrying about his brother.

It was barely late, maybe ten or eleven. Dean didn't care.

There were a lot of other people in the bar. A bunch of college kids looking to get drunk, plus some guys that looked like regulars.

There was a chick at the bar that got his attention. She was hot. She had long brown hair in these waves down to her shoulders. Her skin looked naturally tan. She was dressed in a black leather jacket, long jeans, combat boots, and a black tank top. All in all, she looked hot.

So, Dean did as Dean does.

He walked to the bar, taking a seat next to her. The chick didn't give him a glance. Dean ordered a beer, the first of many.

He put on his best flirty grin to the chick. "Hi."

She gave him a side eye. She went back to her beer. "Hi." She copied his flirty tone, except she clearly wasn't interested.

He held out his hand. "Dean."

"Raven. You are not my type." She replied, not missing a beat. She glanced down at his lap. "I don't really like them with...parts."

"Oh."

"Sound disappointed there, hotshot."

"Kinda am, yeah. Didn't think...you know...they liked this type of bar."

"They got beer. What more does it need?"

The bartender gave Dean his drink, just in time. Dean gave a little toast to her. "You got me there."

"Except I just told you why I don't got you there." She made another meaningful look at his pants.

It took Dean a second to get what she meant. He laughed.

"I bet you a round that you can't name all fifty states in ten minutes." The woman challenged.

Dean grinned. "Oh hell yeah. I can do that."

"Now, get started. You time starts now."

==DG==

He couldn't do it.

Ten minutes, and he couldn't remember all 50 states.

So he bought Raven a drink.

"Thanks for playing, Dean," Raven cheered. She motioned to the bartender, giving him her drink order of a scotch before going back to Dean. "I'm actually impressed. You had me going for a bit there. You forgot Vermont-"

"Oh now way that's cheating." Dean argued, gulping down some of his beer.

Raven snorted. "Oh yeah? How is it cheating, Dean?"

"You made those up." Dean replied. "There's no way they named a state 'Vermont'."

"There's also Oregon."

"No that's a trail."

"Yeah. In Oregon." Raven laughed, just in time for her drink to show up.

Dean had to admit, in the twenty minutes he had been floundering for fifty states, Raven was turning out to be a cool chick.

By morning, Dean put off the memory of the chick out of his hungover head.

==DG==

There was a case in town. Dean set out on his hunt.

It looked like a simple salt-and-burn. Some old lady hated how her great-grandkids weren't living up to the family legacy, by having like five kids before they were twenty and having jobs that didn't involve taking off clothes.

If Sam were here, he'd be telling Dean all the stuff he found in his research. He'd also have done it all in a few hours, instead of Dean's full day.

Except, when Dean went to burn the body, it was already burnt to ash.

He went to the family again (more specifically, the family of the guy that died after Dean burned the body) to ask if not-so-great-grandma had anything that could have a hair or tooth in it.

They mentioned a hairbrush, though. Except it was being sold in some auction.

Just his luck.

==DG==

Dean broke into the auction house. He started looking for this stupid hairbrush-with a stupid dead lady's last hair so that she could die.

He must've been right about it. Not even two minutes go by before the grandma's ghost shows up, looking for hunter blood.

He shot off a few salt rounds, buying him time so he could find that stupid old fashioned hairbrush. The ghost flashed away, to the sound of broken glass.

Dean remembered that ghosts didn't make a crashing noise. He turned his head to the sound, seeing a chick climbing in from the back.

It was bar chick.

"You!" Dean shouted.

She turned over to him. "You?"

It was like they woke up Grandma with their shouting.

The ghost came back and she was pissed. She screeched at Dean, before going back to bar chick.

The grandma reached up for the chick. Raven grinned when the grand tried to touch her.

"Hey!" Dean shouted. He reached for his crowbar, remembering it in his jacket.

Except when grandma touched her, grandma screamed and burned.

The chick kept grinning. "Covered my jacket in salt based sunscreen. Basically." She hopped up on her feet. "Anti-ghost wear."

"You're a hunter?" Dean shouted.

"Last I checked, yeah!" She moved aside just as the ghost reappeared to swing at Raven's head. "You are too. Watch it!" She warned.

Dean had to jump back. The ghost had tried to grab his neck.

Raven ran over to the hairbrush. Dean fought off the ghost, swinging the iron crowbar at granny. It was enough of a distraction for Raven to burn the brush. Granny fell to ashes.

"You burned the body, huh?" Dean asked after the blood rush of the fight faded off.

"So you're the FED I've been worried about?" Raven countered.

"Winchester." Dean added.

The hunter smirked. "Quinzel."

They gave each other a head nod.

==DG==

By morning, Dean and Raven had told the family that they were safe. It was for good this time.

"Mind of I drive with you?" Raven asked. "It's just, when I burned the body she trashed my car."

"Yeah sure." Dean let her take the seat. Raven tossed a dark green sack in the backseat. "Only to the next town over."

"Thanks."

"What kind of car?" Dean asked when he started up the Impala.

"A crappy truck. Toyota 1987." Raven reported. "I had her painted black, even had the trunk fixed up to keep ghosts and demons out."

"Really, demons?" Dean began the long drive out. "Sounds tough."

"Yeah. I didn't want to take the chance that they'd take my supplies. It's in that sack now." Raven explained. "But dude, I gotta show you my stuff. It's awesome."

This started what ended up being a great friendship.

==DG==

AN: I've been watching a lot of convention videos online, so there were a lot of times where I almost wrote 'Jensen' instead of Dean. Plus s12 finale happened. That hurt in a lot of ways.

But...SPOILER ALERT...I got my Grenade launcher/Dean Winchester OTP. That helped. Also Dean shouting at his parent made me smile. Sorry if I spoiled anything! I warned you!

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