CROSSING PATHS 2

It had been about 3 months since she had last seen Dean Winchester in that small town. For that reason she was surprised as she played her undercover role in this rather larger town in the middle of nowhere. Her plans had been going well, until that night. Exotic Dancers and female patrons of a musty club were being attacked, and sometimes killed, by an unknown creature. She knew what she had to do and she was doing it, rather well she thought. She had started her shift an hour earlier, getting herself ready for the night of dancing that went along with this gig. She strapped on the very skimpy, red number that she had to wear. This was the second time she was wearing it and both times she could only imagine what her father would say if he saw her in such little clothing. But that was something she didn't have to realistically worry about. She stepped out onto the stage as her song cued her to. She played the role of a sweet, innocent girl dancing on a pole for the attention of the customers. The only reason she was doing this is because she knew she could stay clothed the whole time and it was just about dancing. She danced around the pole, lifting her leg to wrap around it and slowly navigate herself around it, making her way to the base of the pole. She crept across the floor, swaying her hips as she made her way to the front of the stage. Her strategy for getting through the gig was to single out a person that wasn't paying attention and stalk him or her as if they were her prey. It helped keep her mind off the fact that there were, at any time, about 15 men staring at her. That night she had picked out her person and stalked him as his back was turned to her. Before he turned around, she saw the tall strong figure of Sam Winchester walk behind her targeted victim. Suddenly her mind registered that her 'victim' was Dean Winchester. Dean turned around, ogling her body before finally registering her face. He had just taken a sip of his beer and spat it out when he saw sweet Bonnie Bennett dancing on the stage of the club. He looked like he was in shock and could possibly have a heart attack right then and there. Thankfully the song ended soon after the both of them had recognized each other and Bonnie quickly made her way back stage, grabbing a robe and throwing it over herself. She ran to her dressing room and took a few deep breaths. It's just a gig. She knew she had to take a shift serving drinks, but the thought of bumping into them, while barely clothed, was not an appealing one. She braced herself, took off her robe, changed her outfit and made her way to the floor of the club. The high heels, denim shorts and tiny tank top didn't hide much more than her previous outfit, but it felt a lot more comfortable. She went to the bar and fetched a tray of drinks. She had hardly taken 5 steps when her way too good looking acquaintance was suddenly standing in front of her.

"You trying to give me a heart attack." He looked her up and down, taking a little too long to bring his eyes back to her face.

"Really? I don't think your heart is the organ affected right now." She smirked.

He tilted his head to the side, while still looking her up and down, but finally his eyes landed back on hers. "Just making sure I got the full picture."

She punched him on the arm. "Don't forget that I can make your eyes melt out of their sockets."

"Would be totally worth it." He grinned cheekily at her. "But seriously, what the hell are you doing?"

She looked around the club and noticing it was clear, she pulled him to the side of the bar. Sam walked up to the conversation. "Hey, Bonnie." He didn't know where to look.

She smiled sweetly at him. "Hi Sammy. You are looking good."

He nodded, and gave a small cough. "Um...you too." Dean wacked him in the stomach. Sam shrugged his shoulders.

"Anyway, before Sasquatch over here runs out of things to look at, you were saying?" Dean was annoyed that others were looking at her.

"I'm on a case here. There are about 4 dancers that have gone missing from this bar in the last month. With all of the cases there has been no evidence of any human being involved. NO body or full body I should say, has been found. I snooped around the back of the building and I found hair." The brothers looked at her questioningly. She rolled her eyes. "As in from a werewolf."

"So you thought you'd parade around in nothing and hope it attacks you?"

"What? You do know that YOU came into a bar to stare at women who parade around in nothing so don't you judge me, Dean Winchester."

"Oh, not judging at all." He stated mater of fact. "I just think that you should have called us for back up or something."

Bonnie rolled her eyes. In hindsight, it wasn't the smartest going alone on this case. She wasn't about to let them in on that inner observation though. "Fine. You're here. Wanna help?"

"Sure, we'll pick you up after your shift." Dean finished.

"Fine." She was a little annoyed, but still happy to have the brothers around. She walked away, making sure to add an extra sway in her hips, just to irritate Dean Winchester and it worked. She turned her head to see his reaction and it was one that she never expected. The look of pure lust as he looked her dead in the eye made her body shiver. She was shocked at how evident it was on his face. She quickly turned around and started serving drinks to customers. Her heart skipped a beat every time she glanced his way during the night and he would still be watching her interactions with customers. He looked like he wanted to murder anybody that made a pass at her. When an overly intoxicated patron slapped her on the butt she quickly glanced his way and was grateful to see Sam put his hand on his brothers' shoulder and whisper harsh words to him which seemed to stop any reaction from the older brother.

The shift finally ended at around 3am. She quickly slipped on her jeans and t-shirt and headed out the back entrance of the club, saying good night to a few of the girls as she headed in the opposite direction to them and in the direction of the parking lot to find the hunter brothers. She barely knew anybody was there, but felt a hand grab her arm, swinging her in its direction and pushing her against the wall of the alley building.

She breathed his name heavily. "Dean?" She searched his eyes as he held her in one place, pinned to the wall of the side alley. Her heart was beating loudly in her ears. He didn't say a word, just stared at her, seemingly fighting a battle of body and mind. His eyes seemed to glow a deep green, possibly reflecting her own. A few moments of staring passed until he swallowed audibly.

"Come on. We'll take you home." His hand moved to her back and moved her gently in the direction of the Impala.

Bonnie didn't argue. She had her own car in the lot, but seeing the war waging in his mind so visibly, she decided to go with them and collect her car in the morning.