Rolling Waves: Chapter Seven

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

A/N: watched supernatural tonight. Kick ass episode and was inspired to write.

Dean glanced at his brother. The werewolf had been found and made aware of his condition. Alanna had even managed to find a safe place for the man to change. Somewhere out of the way and strong enough that he wouldn't be able to escape. His brother was sitting on Alanna's couch cleaning the 45 their father had given him when he was nine and had told him he was afraid of what was under his bed. Despite his misgiving Sam knew that their Dad had taught them both some very valuable lessons.

"You guys hungry?" Alanna called from the kitchen.

"Yea. What are you making?" Dean asked getting up. He wasn't stupid. If someone wanted to cook for him and feed him who was he to say no?

"Dunno yet. Sam?"

"Anything's fine Alanna. Thanks."

Alanna shuffled around the kitchen grabbing things from various shelves and out of the refrigerator.

"So you guys going stick around? Or do you already have another sighting?"

"Haven't decided. I mean it's not like there are a shortage of supernatural occurrences. But we do need time to recoup our monetary reserves. I suppose we could make a trip to the bars, play a little pool."

"Still hustling people Dean?"

"Hustling? I wouldn't call it hustling. I'm just relieving people of their cash before they waste it one something stupid. Like their kid's braces or lipo or something like that. Besides you should talk. Pool Shark."

Sam looked up interested. "Pool Shark?"

"I take it Dean never told you how we met?"

"He said you two met in… come to think of it he never said where you two met. Anyway he said you guys teamed up to fight some beasty and then became friends."

Alanna raised an eyebrow at Dean. "Is that what he told you?" Alanna laughed. She remembered that night clearly.

Flashback

The pool hall was dingy. The company overwhelmingly male. But the beer was good and cheap. Two criteria in deciding where Alanna chose to unwind. Sitting at the end of the bar she had a view of the entire room from exits to windows to the cute guy at the opposite corner playing pool. He was good. He'd already hustled several people and had attracted the few number of girls to his side. He had a charming smile, was about six feet, hazel eyes, and golden brown hair. He was hot.

Alanna left her seat at the bar and made her way to the pool table. She felt like a game of pool. Sashaying her way to the table she ensured that she not only had every guys eye on her but also managed to catch her cutie hustler's eye.

Picking a pool cue up, she smiled at the guy. "How about one more?" The girls surrounding the guy looked at Alanna with thinly veiled jealousy.

"Rack 'em up."

Alanna gestured for her opponent to start the game.

"No, no, lady's first."

"Suit yourself. But let's make this interesting. Hmm?"

"Okay what do you have in mind?"

"I win, you take me out to dinner tomorrow. You win, I'll double the cash you won tonight."

"Doesn't really sound fair. Seems like it's a win-win situation for me. Dinner with a beautiful woman or twice the cash I have in my hand. You're on."

Alanna took her first and shot and all to soon for her opponent it was over. Putting her cue back she looked at the hustler she turned to him and said, "Pick me up at 7:00 pm, I'm staying at the four seasons."

End Flashback

"You lost a game of pool? You haven't lost a game unless it was intention in a long time. I can't remember the last time."

"I told you she was a pool shark. Girl can make the most impossible shots."

"Nothing's impossible Dean. You just have to bend the rules sometimes to get what you want."

"So you guys went out on a date? I thought you guys were hunting something."

"We ended up at my favorite Italian restaurant and about thirty seconds into the conversation I found out he was Ma-"

"Don't say her name, Lanna." Dean said eyes glaring at Alanna. Sam observed the byplay between the two and became even more curious as to who this mystery girl was.

Alanna threw a dirty look at Dean. "As I was saying, thirty seconds into the conversation, right after he introduced himself, I realized he was the – did she ever call you her boyfriend? He was the boyfriend of my best friend in Seattle. Whose name it seems I'm being banned from saying. We got to talking and he mentioned the ghoul he was tracking. I offered to lend him a hand. The rest is pretty much what your brother told you."

"You went out on a date with you're girlfriend's best friend?" Sam asked.

"Hey I didn't know she was Ma- I didn't know she knew my girl." Dean said hoping to cover-up his slip up.

"So her name begins with the syllables Ma. Hmmmm." After all the prying Dean did when he was brooding about Jessica this called for a little payback. "Mariann?"

"What?"

"Her name Dean was it Mariann?"

"No." Dean said glaring at his brother.

"Madeline?"

"No."

"Mary?"

"No Sam."

"Maggie."

"No Sam."

"Sam even if you got it right I don't think your brother would tell you if you did."

"He might not but would you?"

"No she won't. Especially if she knows what's good for her."

"Hey Dean, don't bite the hand that feeds you. Especially when it's attached to a body as fine as this one." Alanna sashayed to the kitchen to check on the chicken she had put in the oven, leaving the two brothers alone.

"So what's her name?"

"I told you, you tell me about your nightmare about Jess and I'll tell you about Seattle."

"At least you know Jess's name. I don't know your girl's name. I can't keep calling her Dean's Mystery Girl."

"Sure you can." Dean said. Despite his reluctance to talk about his mystery girl, he would if it meant getting Sam to open up about the nightmares he had about the night Jess died. Keeping it bottled up inside wasn't healthy. And Dean had made a silent promise to his mom that he would always protect Sammy, no matter what the costs.