A/N: I seem to be updating this one rather quickly... maybe I should slow it down to give you guys all a break lol. But I just had to post this chapter, I love the way it came out. There's another time lapse between this chapter and the last one, this is like two months or so later. The songs used are "Alabama Song" by The Doors and "Waiting On A Friend" by The Rolling Stones. I know the chapter says they're in Tennesee, not Alabama, but I didn't want to go too literal with the song lol.

Mediatorsk: Muahahaha! Do you get a song stuck in your head every time you read one of my fics? lol. And I can relate with the hectic week thing... we have this giant oral presentation to do, and I have to present on the FIRST day! I just know it's gonna suck.

I'd just like to inform all you guys, I know 57 people read the last chapter... where are all the reviews? Don't be shy!

CHAPTER EIGHT – A FRIEND

Well, show me the way
To the next whiskey bar
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why

"Are we sure there's a bar around here?" Dean asked again as they drove along yet another endless dirt road.

"We're in Tennessee. Every other song that comes out of this state has the word 'whiskey' in it," Angela commented.

For if we don't find
The next whiskey bar
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you, I tell you we must die...

"Over there," Sam pointed when he finally spotted its lights peeping through the trees. They pulled in the makeshift dirt parking lot and got out.

"Just remember, we have no idea where the nearest motel is. I don't wanna drive around for miles with a couple of annoying drunks," Dean warned.

"Yeah, yeah, we know," Sam said, rolling his eyes. "Judging by the crowd in there, I think we're going to be doing more dancing than drinking."

Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good ol' mama
And must have whiskey, oh, you know why

They headed in. This was a sort of "celebration party" they'd decided to have after getting rid of their latest supernatural entity. In reality, it had just been so nerve-wrackingly life or death that once they had won, the first thought on everyone's mind was 'I need a drink.' Not too keen on country music, all three of them headed straight for the bar.

"See anything you like?" Dean asked Sam once they'd been served some beers.

"Well, I was thinking about her, at the end of the bar," Sam replied.

"Nice. Go for it," Dean said. "What the hell are you doing hanging out with us losers if she's over there?"

Sam laughed. "What about you, Angie?"

"Eh. I dunno."

"Hey, take a chance for once," Sam grinned, putting his arm around her.

"Are you drunk already?" she asked.

"Maybe," he replied, leaving to go talk to the girl at the end of the bar.

"Sam's not too good at holding his liquor," Dean advised.

"Thanks for the warning," Angela replied. "I'm surprised you're not going after anyone, Dean."

"You never know with country girls," he commented. "They might look nice, but then once they open their mouths, they either have all of their teeth or none."

Angela laughed. "So, you wanna play some pool or something?"

"I guess…" Dean started. Just then, a girl walked up to him. She looked to be about twenty years old and poured into her skimpy outfit. Appropriately enough, the jukebox at this time was playing "Honky Tonk Badonkadonk."

"Hey," she said, smiling. All of her teeth were in their proper places. "Wanna dance?"

"Uh…" Dean mumbled.

"Unless you're with her or something," the girl said with a very bitchy tone. Angela gave her the I-could-beat-the-shit-out-of-you look, as she knew that the comment was made to make her feel inferior.

"No," Dean answered.

"Alright then. Let's go." The girl dragged him away.

Angela looked around and realized that suddenly she was alone, and she was probably going to be alone for the rest of the night. So rather than stay at the bar, get extremely drunk, and throw up in Dean's car later, she stormed outside. Dean looked over as she left, and instantly had the sinking feeling that it was his fault. He knew he should probably say something…

"Excuse me," he said to the pretty young thing as he left her on the dance floor. "Angela?" he asked as he stepped outside.

She was standing off to the side, looking out at the nearby swamp. "You don't have to come out here, Dean. I know you've got more important things to do inside."

"Look, Angela…"

"I don't want your pity," she said, turning around to face him. She'd obviously been crying. "I'm alone, and I'm always going to be alone. It's fine. I deal with it. But just because I don't look like those girls in there doesn't mean you have to act like you don't even know who I am! Just say you're my friend, Dean. That's what Sam does. …But obviously, you could care less about how you treat people."

Dean hated her ability to make him feel worse and worse by the minute. Now he really felt guilty. "I'm sorry," he said. "I do care. I regretted saying that the moment it came out of my mouth. I'm just… I can be really stupid sometimes."

Angela sniffled and cracked a smile. "Sometimes?"

"So you can insult me, but I can't insult you?" Dean said with a smirk.

Angela laughed and dried her eyes again.

"Hey," Dean said. He hugged her. "Never go to bed angry, right?"

"Right," she replied. "Thanks, Dean."

"For making an idiot out of myself? Anytime. Are you coming inside?"

"Yeah. Just give me a minute," Angela replied.

Dean headed inside. He stood there, thinking. Sam had been right. Angela was easy to get along with, as long as he didn't constantly convince himself that she was a nuisance. In fact, as he thought back on the past few months, she'd been pretty cool to travel with.

"Wanna dance?" another girl asked as she approached Dean.

"No thanks," he answered.

"Suit yourself," she said, walking away.

Watching girls go passing by
It ain't the latest thing
I'm just standing in a doorway
I'm just trying to make some sense
Out of these girls passing by
The tales they tell of men

I'm not waiting on a lady
I'm just waiting on a friend…

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