Chapter two

Upon entering the old gymnasium, decorated with crepe paper and metallic stars strung from the high ceiling, Lola felt slightly nauseated, memories of high school flooding back at alarming speeds. As soon as he stepped in, a grin spread across Dean's face as he made a bee-line for a group of men in loose-fitting suits and unpolished shoes, dragging Lola by the arm,

"Hey guys!" He beamed,

"Dean!" They all exclaimed excitedly,

"You made it!" Cried a tall man with a shaved head, "We were beginning to wonder if you were going to bother."
"And miss this…?" Dean smirked,

"So how're you doing, anyway? What're you up to?" Asked another man, with blonde spiky hair,

"I…uh…" Dean began nervously until all of a sudden, the bald man reached forwards and grabbed Lola's hand, pulling her into the circle,

"Don't be shy honey…" He cooed, "I don't remember seeing you around at high school."

"I'm with Dean." Lola replied, taking Dean's hand as she moved to press her back against his chest,

"Dude!" Exclaimed the blonde as the rest of the group exchanged looks,

"Uh, yeah! Sorry guys, this is my girlfriend, Lola!"

"Damn, Dean!" Gasped a shorter man with slick black hair, "Looks like you've done good for yourself!" He snickered, slapping Dean hard on the back, "Would you like a drink?"

"Yeah, sure I'd love a beer." Dean smirked,

"I was talking to Lola." The dark-haired friend replied, placing an arm around her shoulders, leading her off towards the bar, "I'm Greg, by the way…" He could be heard saying. Dean watched after them with a sigh before turning back to his friends,

"What're you doing now?" Asked the first speaker,

"I have my own mechanics business." Dean replied casually,

"Really? Whereabouts? Maybe I could stop by some time."

"Uh, I don't think so…I'm up in Canada."

"You're in Canada?"

"Yeah! Parts are cheaper there, y'know?"

"Oh right…well next time the wife and I are up there, we'll look you up, where in Canada are you…?"

"You're married?" Dean chuckled,

"Yeah…we all are, I think…oh…except for Greg…"

"Oh right…"

"Yeah," The blonde finally chimed in, "He's been engaged for the last three years, but his fiancée's so busy, they haven't set a date."

"Oh right…"

"But, hey! You're doing well for yourself, woman-wise! That girl you've got is something else!"

"Uh…yeah…" Dean shifted his weight as said 'girl' returned, handing him a bottle of beer, "Thanks…honey…" He replied hesitantly, taking the bottle with a smile. Lola turned inwards so that her lips brushed against his ear,

"Call me honey again and I will make you pay for it later on." She muttered,

"I'm counting on it." He replied with a smirk. She rolled her eyes and was about to pull him to one side when a shrill cry caused her to jump out of her skin,

"DEAN!"

Dean turned to see a tall, busty blonde standing confidently behind him,

"Oh…hey Chelsea…" Dean replied with a nervous smile,

"Oh Dean!" She gushed, jumping into a hug, "It's been so long…" She sighed, "How long? Five years? Since that night in…"

"Okay!" Dean laughed nervously, "Uhm…Chelsea…this is my girlfriend, Lola…Lola, Chelsea…"

Chelsea eyed Lola with a sneer, tossing a thick blonde ringlet over her shoulder before turning back to Dean with a pleasant smile,

"Sooooo…" She began, "How've you been?"

"Good."

"It's nice to see you haven't gotten married!"

Lola's eyes widened as she turned and reached for a flute of champagne from a passing waiter. Greg slunk up beside her and smirked,

"She was Dean's senior prom date."
"Wow…and she's a woman of such substance." Lola replied sarcastically, which made the group of men laugh,

"Dean!"

This time, a trio of girls, two blonde, one brunette approached, all gathering around Dean giggling and flipping hair over their shoulders. Lola turned and grabbed another champagne flute, downing the glass in one,

"This is going to be a long night, huh…?" She mused.

Truer words were never spoken as three hours (and several drinks) later Lola was still standing in the same spot, barely noticed by anyone as Dean flirted away, taking girls numbers as he did so. Finally, he remembered she existed and turned, smiling at her,

"You okay…?" He asked, brushing back hair off of her face. She nodded, "How about a kiss?" He whispered, "Y'know…make it look a little convincing."

"Dean…" Lola began warningly,

"Please Lola?"

"Oh, you remembered my name…I was beginning to wonder, I was drowning in a sea of blondes."

"I will buy you breakfast tomorrow if you kiss me."

Lola grinned,

"I can handle that!" She whispered, sliding her arms around him, drawing him closer. Tilting her head, she lightly pressed her lips to his for a few seconds before pulling back, "Happy?"

"How about another…?"

"You're drunk, aren't you?"

"Maaaaaaaaaaybe…" He drawled, "Have you had enough of this yet?"

"Nah…stay…drink more! Reminisce! Exchange a few more numbers!"

"I do know all those girls…" He said in his defence, "She was my senior prom date…she was spring fling…snow ball…valentines day dance…I went out with her a couple of times…"

"Wow Dean…you haven't changed a bit since high school, huh?" Lola laughed, shaking her head as she rested her hands on his shoulders, "I'm heading for the bar…" She said placing a kiss on his forehead,

"Hey…" He smiled, "I didn't ask for that one."

"I know." She replied with a shrug, turning and heading off.

As she reached the bar, she bumped into Greg yet again, who was standing staring at a large wall,

"Who's that?" Lola asked as she appeared beside him, looking at the large photograph of a teenage boy,

"His name was James Walker and he died three days before graduation…it was really sad…" Greg admitted, "He was a good friend of ours, but I guess we all just forgot about him, y'know, with graduation and college and everything."

"That's sad…" Lola admitted, "How did he die?"
"He drove his car into the river. They never found his body."

Lola sighed sadly,

"Wow…and he was how old?"

"Seventeen."
"God…that's horrible!" Lola gasped, "Poor kid…"
"Yeah…" Greg agreed, with a nod, taking another sip of his beer, "A few other people died after graduation," He added, motioning along the wall to more photographs, "It was weird…"

"…that is weird…" Lola murmured suspiciously, "Did no one question it?"

"Uh…no…" Greg replied, eyeing her suspiciously, "Why? It's just a sad co-incidence."

"Where was Dean during all of this?"

"He'd already left with his Dad…y'know…all through senior year he kept saying that he couldn't wait to graduate and hit the road with his old man."

"Oh…yeah…" Lola laughed uneasily, "I knew that…" She mumbled, taking her glass of wine and heading back to Dean, feeling a little saddened by her conversation with Greg. As she approached, she noticed that Chelsea had draped herself across his shoulders,

"So how's little Sam doing?" She gushed, stroking her fingers through his hair, another girl with poker-strait brown hair was draped across his over side, staring at him with huge doe-eyes,

"Sam's fine."

"What's he doing now?"

"He's a…lawyer."

Lola smiled weakly as she stepped a little closer,

"Wow! A lawyer!" The brunette gushed, "I always knew he was like, really smart!"

"Sophie…" Chelsea scolded, "You did not! You always thought he was a geek!"

"He is a geek." Dean chuckled,

"Is he single…?" Sophie asked hopefully,

"Uh…yeah he is! How's about you give me your number and I'll have a word with him…"

Lola rolled her eyes at the sickening display before her patience ran out and she stepped up to her date for the night,

"Dean…it's getting late." She said, finishing off her glass of wine. Dean looked up and frowned,

"You okay Lols?"

"…Lols?!"

"Yeah…you okay? You look really pale."

"I'm fine." She said seriously,

"Excuse me, ladies…" Dean slurred, "I'm going to take my girlfriend home."

"See you around, Dean…" Both girls called as the hunter stood uneasily and made his way towards Lola. Grabbing his 'girlfriend' around the waist for support, he staggered off towards the exit.

Swaying a little, Lola and Dean picked their way across the motel car park,

"Hey!" Dean hissed, causing Lola to look around, confused,

"Whah…?" She murmured,

"Let's spend another night in the car!" He joked, leaning heavily on the Impala's bonnet. Lola rolled her eyes before continuing to trudge back to their motel room,

"I wonder if Sam and Maggie are still up." She mused as she leant against the outside wall, waiting for Dean to finish fumbling in his pocket for the room key. Dean shrugged,

"Who cares?" He muttered, pushing open the door to the darkened room, "I never got a chance to thank you." He said as Lola flicked on the light switch, standing on one leg to unclasp her shoes, "Thank you for coming and making look like less of a loser than I actually am."

"You're welcome…and you're not a loser." She replied, changing feet to remove the second shoe, throwing her clutch over her shoulder and onto the bed,

"Oh…c'mon!" He exclaimed, "I've got no job…no house…no wife…no kids and I've left the country a grand total of once. Compared to my friends from high school, what exactly do I have to be proud of? I am a loser…in their eyes, though having a gorgeous girl like you by my side made me feel like less of a complete and utter fool, even if it was just for one night."

Lola sighed, walking up to him and placing her hands on his shoulders,

"Listen to me…" She began carefully, "Anytime you need to feel like less of a fool, I'll be there because I care about you a lot. You know that. And you also know that this isn't a one night thing. We've never had the opportunity to have a normal relationship and tonight made me realise how strongly I feel…" Lola paused, "Did that sound really cliché just then?"

Dean smirked, letting his arms slide around her waist. He shook his head as he pressed his forehead against hers,

"A little…" He admitted, "But I liked it anyway."

He moved the rest of his face closer to hers, pressing his lips gently against hers, moving his left hand up to gently cup her face as their kiss deepened. Seconds later, they pulled apart breathlessly, his eyes sparkling a little with a faint glimmer of mischief,

"I knew it was a good idea to get two rooms…" He whispered as she pulled him towards the bed.

With a groan Dean rolled over, only to take in a deep breath of auburn ringlets, causing him to choke and splutter slightly. He sat up, the blankets falling to his lap as he held his head in agony,

"God…" He whimpered, closing his eyes tightly as the sunlight only aggravated his condition, "How much did I drink last night…?" He mumbled until suddenly he remembered. He looked down quickly to see Lola curled up at his side, sleeping away, peacefully oblivious to the situation. Dean cocked his head slightly, looking thoroughly impressed with himself. Whimpering, Lola rolled over, draping an arm lazily over her eyes to protect herself from the harsh, bright light of outside,

"Never…again…next time Lola…just say no…" She muttered, before rolling onto her back, looking up at him, "Hey…"

"Good morning." He smiled, brushing a strand of hair out of her eye, "How'd you sleep?"

"Pretty good. What time is it?"

"It's…" Dean trailed off, rolling over to find his watch, "It's eleven."

"Oh crap!" Lola gasped, jumping up, "Sam and Maggie! They've probably been waiting for us!" She added, hunting around for yesterday's jeans. Dean laughed,

"We are all grown up, y'know…we don't have to report to Sam and Maggie first thing."

"I know…but it's just respectful." She continued, pulling a black tank top over her torso, "Damn it…" She huffed as she tangled herself up within the thin fabric, "Woah! WOAH!" She exclaimed as she collapsed sideways onto the bed,

"You're a goof." Dean laughed, shaking his head as he pulled his jeans on,

"A little help would be deeply appreciated…" She muttered, face pressed against the duvet

As Dean opened the motel-room door, he wasn't too surprised to see Sam leaning against the Imapala's bonnet, arms crossed over his chest with a smirk gracing his lips,

"You look pleased with yourself." He commented as Dean trudged towards him, whistling to himself,

"That's because I am, Sammy-boy." Dean beamed, tossing his duffle bag onto the back seat, "Where's Maggie?"

"She went to get some coffee." Sam replied, "We shipping out this morning then?"
"No sense in hanging round here." Dean answered with a shrug, "Let's head up to Bobby's and see if he's got anything."

"Ah! Dean!" Maggie beamed as she appeared, handing Sam a coffee, "If I'd of known you were going to emerge this morning, I would've got you guys some. Sooooo…good night?"

"Yeah…" Dean smiled, "It was fun."

"I bet it was." Maggie observed slyly, noticing Lola walking across the car park to her truck, "We heading out then?"

"Yeah." Sam replied,

"Great. I'm gonna ride with Lola! Y'know…girly chat!" She beamed, disappearing in a blur before either brother could protest. Maggie strutted confidently up to Lola, "Okay to ride with you Lola?"
"Sure is." Lola nodded, adjusting her black and white truckers cap,

"Nice sunnies…" Maggie observed, noticing Lola's large black tinted sun glasses, "Feeling a bit rough this morning?" She smirked,

"I drank a lot last night."

"I figured you would." Maggie smiled, "Sooooo…" She drawled, "I hope it wasn't too deeply scarring to wake up this morning with my brother."
Lola shrugged,

"I've shared a bed with Dean loads of time. No big deal…though he does insist on spreading himself across two thirds of the bed."

"You know that's not what I'm talking about." Maggie scolded,

"What are you talking about, Maggie?" Lola asked innocently,

"Lola…do not play dumb with me…we both know what I'm talking about."
"No we don't."

"Okay…fine…you want me to embarrass you? Okay, I will!" Maggie said defiantly, "I know you. I know my brother and Dean, bless him, in all of his genius went and booked a room right next to ours. Sam and I were awake when you guys got in…need I say more?"

Lola shrugged,

"So you heard us come back from the reunion. Big deal. We chatted for awhile and then we went to sleep."

"Those walls are REALLY thin!"

Lola's smug smile fell right off her face,

"Okay…I feel sick…" She whimpered, her face slowly turning red, "You heard…?" She trailed off, nauseated as Maggie nodded slowly,

"Everything."

"Oh my God! Ew!" Lola cried, her hands flying up to cover her mouth, "How embarrassing."

"Don't be embarrassed." Maggie shrugged, "It's a good thing." She reassured, patting her friend's shoulder, "Though it's something to think about in the future…" Maggie recommended which made the spirited hunter blush even more as she ducked her head,

"Could we maybe just drop this conversation?" Lola asked anxiously,

"Okay…alright…I'm sorry…I'll drop this uncomfortable conversation." Maggie agreed, "So should I be buying a new hat?"

"Pardon?"
"For the wedding." Maggie joked. Lola rolled her eyes,

"So much for ending this conversation."

"We did end that conversation. This is a new one, not about the uncomfortableness of last night. This is about what might be on the horizon! I know you and you wouldn't of done it if…"
"Maggie…seriously…just forget it ever happened, okay?"

"Trust me. That won't be a problem. I'm already trying to push it out of my mind!"

"Good."

The two went quiet as Lola rummaged around inside her truck, Maggie watching her carefully,

"You'd be really good for one another…" She observed quietly. Lola balled her fists,

"Maggie…I swear to God…" She growled,

"Guys!"

A few minutes earlier, back over at the Impala, the two brothers were sat in the car, watching Maggie grill Lola, much to Dean's embarrassment,

"I wonder what they're talking about…" Sam mused with a grin,

"So, Bobby's, yeah?" Dean changed the subject as his mobile phone began to ring, "Yeh-lo?" He answered cheerfully, "What…woah…woah calm down Chels'!" He exclaimed, sitting up strait, "What happened? Really…? Oh my God…where are you? Yeah…I'll be right there! Yeah…okay…bye…" He hung up and looked at Sam who was watching him intently, "One of the girls from the reunion died last night. Chelsea wants me to go over."

"Dean…" Sam said seriously, "Do you think that's a good idea? Y'know…given the circumstances?"

"I can't not go, Sam! A girl died last night!" He growled, "Look…why don't you go tell the girls what's going on…I'll be back in a few…"

Sam shook his head, pursing his lips together,

"Why don't we all go?"

"Because…" Dean struggled, "Because she called me, okay? I will go and check she's okay and then we can head back out. Why don't you guys head up to Bobby's place and I'll meet you there."
Sam looked at him warily before sighing in resignation, climbing out of the Impala. He leant back down, peering back into the car at his brother,

"Promise me something."

"What?"
"Don't do anything stupid, alright?"

"Pfft!" Dean snorted, "Like I would." He chuckled, "I'll see you in awhile, alright?"

"Fine…" Sam slammed the car door shut as Dean turned on the engine of the car, "Guys!" He called out to Lola and Maggie as he crunched across the car park whilst Dean spun out of the car park, leaving the trio behind,

"Where's he going?" Maggie asked, leaning back against the driver's side door of Lola's truck,

"He got a call from one of the girls from last night," Sam sighed, "Apparently something happened last night and one of the other girls died."
"Oh no…" Maggie breathed, "Should we not go with him?"

Sam shrugged,

"He didn't want us to go with him. He's said to go on ahead to Bobby's place and he'll meet us there."

"Is he going to be alright?" Lola asked quietly,

"Dean can handle himself." Sam reassured,

"I know he can handle himself…I just…y'know what? Never mind! I just don't care…let's get going!" She sighed, raising her hands above her head before pulling the driver's door open, climbing in whilst Maggie and Sam swapped worried looks.