Chapter 2-

The smell of cigarettes and alcohol filled the room as Dean walked into the bar. He stopped and looked around. It wasn't a very busy bar. A few men throwing darts. A couple guys playing pool. They all looked pretty drunk so he considered going over to try and hustle a few rounds of poker. They looked like they'd be interested. His eyes wandered over to the bar. They settled on the bartender. She looked around 25 years old, blonde hair, and she wasn't wearing much clothing. Well, not enough to cover her chest at least. He smirked as he saw her look over at him. He averted his eyes, only to have them return after she looked away. His gaze trailed her to the person she was serving.

His smirk disappeared. The brunette sitting at the bar was enough to make any guy forget the bartender. He watched as she ordered her drink. A Cosmopolitan. The bartender walked away towards some dark haired guy. Her eyes glanced over at him as she began to make conversation with the guy. A few minutes later he saw her mix a drink and bring it over to the girl. He saw her take her drink and slowly take a sip. She turned briefly. Her dark eyes settling on him for only a moment. He realized he had been standing there for a good ten or so minutes so he slowly walked up to the bar and took a seat next to the girl. The bartender was with him immediately.

"What can I get you?" She asked. Dean wasn't sure if she was completely sober. He ordered a beer and glanced at the girl to his left. The bartender left to get his drink and was back in a minute. "So... Are you new in town?" she asked.

"Just passing through." He watched as the dark eyed girl continued to slowly drink her Cosmopolitan.

"You here by yourself?" The bartender persisted to try to hold his attention.

"Road trip. With my brother." He answered quickly. The girl kept looking around the bar. As if she was looking for someone.

"You gonna be here for a while?"

"No." She was trying too hard. Typically Dean would have been all over a girl like her, but the brunette continued to hold his attention. There was something about her. She seemed to be bothered. Worried. Distressed. Someone in need in help. But that's what Dean does. Help people in need of help. And that's what he planned to do.

The bartender finally saw that Dean wasn't interested and went on with her job. "If only I could get service that fast." the girl murmured to herself, loud enough that Dean heard. He chuckled to himself and turned to look at her.

"It's must be part of my charm." He smiled his signature smile. The one he used to get any girl in bed within minutes. The girl smiled and took another sip of her drink.

"Or maybe it has to do with the fact that the bartender flirts with anything that's male. Which would explain why it took 10 minutes for me to get my drink and only 2 for you to get yours." She leaned in her chair, resting her chin in her hand.

"So that explains the endless attempts at conversation." He smirked.

"I guess it would." She smiled again. "So your on a road trip, huh?"

"Yeah. Do you live around here?"

"I used to. But right now I'm just traveling around. Going where the road takes me. So I guess I'm on a road trip too." Dean looked at her. She turned and looked around the bar again. Maybe she wasn't looking for something, but running from it. She turned and called the bartender back over. He continued to stare at her as she ordered another drink. She was wearing a black tank top and jeans that hugged all the right places. Her hair was put up in a messy bun and her make-up light with her brown eyes accentuated with gray eye shadow. The bartender came back with the drink and looked at Dean again, probably hoping that he would say something to her. He didn't and she walked away to the dark haired guy that was still occupying his chair at the bar.

"I should have you around more often. That took less than half the time than it did last time." She looked at him again as she began her second drink, this time drinking more than just sips. "I should probably stop soon. I'm a cheap drunk." She laughed quietly at herself.

"Well in that case, let me buy you another drink." He smirked again.

"Hey! You don't want me to get drunk. I am not pretty drunk." She took another gulp of her drink.

"I don't think you could ever not be pretty." She blushed.

"You'd be surprised." An awkward silence fell over them and she quickly glanced around the bar again. "Look. I should go back to the motel. It was nice meeting you..." He hadn't told her his name.

"Dean."

"Dean." A small smile formed on her soft lips. She began walking towards the door.

"Wait! I think if I told you my name you should tell me yours."

"I didn't think you would ask." She said flirtatiously. "It's Laura." And in seconds, she was gone.

Author's Note: REVIEW PLEASE!!! Oh yeah... how many people thought the girl was Samantha?? Just out of curiosity. but review. It will make me happy. but no flames. those will make me sad. but i like being happy so... anyway chapter 3 is coming soon. Next chapter will be about Sam... or mostly about Sam...