Rolling Waves: Chapter Two

Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. Wish I did.

A/N: Was suppose to be a one shot kind of deal, but 'ey if you want it to be a series who am I to argue. As long as you review and tell me what you think.

Summary: Dean and Sam finally make their way out of the heartland and into the jungle, the concrete jungle that is.

Finally. Sam didn't think he could take one more second of the endless waves of golden grain that he had become accustomed to looking at. In front of him was a welcomed sight, buildings. Big, beautiful, grey buildings. Don't get him, wrong small country towns had their charm and their appeal, but a metropolitan city like New York had its own allure. Tossing his hot dog wrapper in the trash, Sam glanced at his brother who was looking a map eating his hot dog.

"Dean? What are you looking for?"

"Park Avenue."

"Park Avenue? Why?"

"Have a friend who lives there. We can crash there."

"Friend? You have friends? I thought you said we shouldn't have friends cuz we would have to lie to them and instead we should be lone wolves, roaming the land in search of our next meal?"

"She's cool. Probably not even in town."

"She? Not in town? Then how are going to crash at her place?" Sam looked at his brother. Dean, well Dean didn't always do everything the legal way. He hoped his brother wasn't thinking about breaking and entering.

"Have a key."

"A key. You have a key to a Park Avenue residence. How the hell do you have a key to a Park Avenue residence? Please tell me you didn't steal the key."

Dean looked up from the map to glare at his brother. "No I didn't steal the key. She gave it too me."

"Must've been some night."

"Yea." Dean said distractedly.

"Yea. That's all you have to say? Dean, you are without a doubt, the kind of guy who would kiss and tell."

"Wasn't like that." Dean said folding the map up, tossing his wrapper in the garbage as he got back into the car.

Sam got in the car waiting for his brother to elaborate. When he didn't Sam decided as the younger brother it was job to prod his brother into an explanation. "And…"

"And what?"

"Come on if you didn't sleep together than what. She just decided to give you a key to her apartment? And when have you ever been friends with a girl. You're more of the love 'em and leave 'em type."

Dean fixed a glare at his brother. "Like I said before, it wasn't like that."

"Then explain it to me. Does she live in the upper east side?"

"Yea." Dean said putting the car in gear. Dean thought about telling brother about his friend. He suppose he should. Especially if she was there or came back while they were crashing there. If he left it up to Alanna she'd probably put her own spin on how they met. "Her name's Alanna. She was a friend of the girl I told you about."

"The one from Seattle?"

"Yea. They talk sometimes, I guess. She told Lanna about me and we crossed paths about six months after I left Seattle. We were hunting the same supernatural force. Teamed up. Beat the effin' think back to the hell it came from. We became friends. Said if I was ever in the area I could crash at her place. Besides if she's in town she probably knows about the wild animal attacking people and if she isn't she won't mind if we take this one. Besides I always want to see a Park Avenue place."

"Just like that. She trusts you and gives you a key to her apartment."

"What can I say. I have an honest face."

"An honest face? Dean that a bunch of bullshit."

"When your in a life and death situation you kind of have to trust each other. Besides she already knew about me."

"Oh yea, the Seattle girl. What's this girl's name?"

"Alanna. I already told you."

"No, the girl from Seattle."

"Not important." Dean said sending a glare towards his brother.

Sam decided that if he wanted to find out more about this Alanna character he better back off the line of question that involved the mystery girl from Seattle. "She a hunter?"

"Yea."

"She any good?"

"Yea. She pretty good." Dean didn't tell his brother that Alanna was a damn good hunter with a plethora of knowledge locked up in her brain. If his father had met her he would have been amazed at how she handled herself. Not to mention that she just might be able to help them find their father, especially with the network of contacts she had cultivated. He didn't want to get his brother's hopes up when it came to finding their father.

"So she lives on Park Avenue."

"Were you not paying attention? Damn I thought you were suppose to be the smart one, with your college education and all." Dean smirked at his brother. If Alanna was home Sam would get a kick out of meeting her. Alanna was definitely one of a kind.