Dean hastily grabbed the phone and scrolled through the messages, before letting out a breath of relief. "It's okay, just Cas learning how to use a cell phone, he butt-text me."

He placed the phone in his pocket and stared at his brother, "I don't know about you Sammy, but I could do with a drink." Smiling at the redhead next to him he offered his hand, "I'm Dean by the way, my brother Sam." Dean gestured at his brother in the front seat and threw the red head a smile.

The girl rubbed her wrist a little bit more and offered him a weak smile and shaking his hand, "look I can understand why you grabbed me if the last you heard was I had gone all Darth Rosenberg, how about you find a bar and buy me a couple of drinks and I will forget all about it."

He motioned for his brother in the front seat to move over before climbing out the door and walking round the car to take his place in the driver's seat, "Let's go find a bar then." With that he started the vehicle and started to drive again to the bar by their motel."

Willow, in the back seat stiffened, "Erm, not to be that girl, but my car is currently parked up back at that dive you picked me up from, I can't just leave it, my whole life is in that car."

"Right, yeah of course, why don't we swing back and you and Sam can follow me in your car, there is a bar next to our motel. I'm sure they will have some spare rooms for the night if you aren't already booked in somewhere."

"Yeah, that sounds good, although, I don't need a chaperone."

He raised an eyebrow back to his brother; he would be better an explaining.

"It's nothing against you, we just want to chat to you a little more is all, if you don't mind, and I can help you find your way." Sam said with that boyish grin of his, he had taught him well, that brother of his would go far with the ladies.

He heard her huff from the backseat, "Yeah okay then, I suppose you want to hear the story."

As they approached the car Sam realised it probably wouldn't be a good idea for her to be seen outside the bar again, it would raise more questions than he had the energy to deal with.

"Dean, stop the car here and I'll run round to get the vehicle and bring it here. That is if you don't mind Willow?"

"No" she replied, "I suppose that makes sense." She handed him her keys only to see a Witch Lego which doubled as a torch and a battered heart key ring.

As Dean pulled over Sam jumped out of the car and threw them both a smile. "I'll be back with the car in five, try not to kill each other." And with that he was off.

Dean shifted in his seat to face her and threw her a smile, maybe if she was coming back to the motel it wouldn't be a lost night after all. He could see she was checking her phone, and was ignoring him.

"If it's any consolation, I'm sorry. We don't tend to react well to witches with all the body fluids and hex bags and such. I don't think we have ever met a 'good' witch before and it's hard to shake the experiences of other ones we have met."

She raised her eyes from her phone and met him with a steely glare, he could see the fire and the power behind her gaze, and he wanted to slap himself for missing the danger she could pose before. She let out a sign and lowered her gaze once more.

"No, it's fine, like I said I can understand. I'm in the same line of business and it's hard not to tar everything and everyone supernatural with the same brush. I think maybe it's easier for me; I know two Vampires with souls who fight for the light, I've known more than one Demon who was just trying to survive and I've dated a werewolf. So it's fine, I can also understand why you didn't try to talk about it before slapping the magic cuffs on."

Dean stared at her with wonder, "I'm sorry did you say you dated a werewolf?"

He saw her smile before she hid behind her hair. "Yeah, he was my first boyfriend, my only boyfriend I suppose. He went off to Tibet and joined a werewolf commune, he can control it now. He was a musician, I accepted his wolfishness and he accepted me as being a witch."

He couldn't help but laugh at her comments, "Yeah, right, well I suppose I do have a chance then, you've dated guys before, and here I thought you batted for the other team." To punctuate his statement he threw her what he could only describe as his most charming, get-the-girls-to-swoon smile and lifted her arm over to lift her chin. "I'd be happy to reintroduce you to the other side."

It wasn't normal for a woman to laugh when he hit on them, and he was quite surprised when she did. "Nice try, seriously, but it has nothing to do with the contents of someone's pants, but their soul."

Dean withdrew his hand from her chin and decided one more shot was going to be worth it. "Well my soul is just as well chiselled and good looking as the outside package, trust me, an angel told me."

She opened her mouth to respond but before she had the chance he saw the headlights of what must be her car pull up behind him.

"I'll see you at the bar," and with that she slid out of his car and made the way to her own where Sam had opened the window and offered to drive seen as he knew the way.

Dean started the engine once more and took off down the road for the short drive to the motel.

Sam smiled as the petite redhead jumped into the SUV next to him and buckled in. He could see a look of relief on her face as she relaxed into her own car and checked the glove box for her tablet and weapons.

"Think I'll need any of these in dealing with your brother?" Joked Willow before pushing them all back in besides a small dagger and a bunch of herbs in a small bag.

Sam laughed, he better than anyone knew how much of a dog his brother could be, and, he wasn't going to deny he was upset his brother had gotten there first, even if he had made a mess of it.

"Nah, he can be a jerk but he knows what a no means."

He concentrated on the road so not to say anything inappropriate himself, for all his history with women, unlike his brother he wasn't a good flirt when it came to words, he was a man of action.

Tailing his brother he could only imagine the lines he had used on the deceptively delicate girl in the seat next to him. "He's a flirt, but at the end of the day he has with only one exception, jumped from one night stand to one night stand, don't fall for his charms. He's my brother and I love him, but from what I know you've had love, only to have it ripped away from you, I have too. It's difficult to go back to bed hopping after that."

He felt the touch of a cool finger against his hand on the steering wheel. "When I last saw your dad, he had the same look in his eyes I see staring back at me in the mirror, you have the same look. I'm sorry for who you lost, I can only pray you dealt with it better than I did."

Sam risked a glance off the road to see her looking at her lap with a sad smile.

"When Tara died, I went dark, I wanted revenge and I got it. But when that didn't satisfy and I felt the pain of the world, I thought it would be better for everything to end. It took the love of my best friend to realise that amongst all the pain there is good left in the world. I went to rehab, purged myself of the darkness, and eventually I learned to rely less on the power coming from within, but from the power of the earth. That's how I managed to get out of the cuffs; they're not designed to damper earth magic, but demonic magic."

He felt extra pressure on his hand before she moved her fingers and rested them back in her lap, "would you explain to your brother for me while I check in to the motel and drop my bags in. You can come with me to check which room it is if you're worried I will to do a runner. I need to call Giles and let him know all is fine, and I think maybe my story might make more sense coming from you."

He nodded his head. "Sure, we'll be there in a minute or two anyway."

He continued to follow the Impala for a further mile or so before pulling up at their motel.