She turned to get into the Impala but she felt a pair of strong hands on her hips that made her stop suddenly. She felt him pushing her hair to the left and he places one small kiss to the right side of her neck. She stiffened then almost melted immediately. She turned back to him and looked up at him, noticing he was a lot taller than her. She hadn't been this close to anyone much less a man of his stature in quite some time and she was feeling jitters and nerves and insecurities flow through her.

"Dean..?" She spoke his name quietly unsure of was happening exactly.

He didn't say anything just let his hands resituate on her hips and softly brushed the open skin between her shirt and her jeans. She closed her eyes and shuddered a little a the intimate touch. Next thing she knew she felt a soft pair of lips kissing her and she kissed back not really thinking. His tongue traced her bottom lip and she let him in. She could even feel him smiling against her lips but it doesn't stop her. She's been lonely for over a year now and she let herself go. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he pressed into her hard against the Impala. When he did that she felt his hard member rubbing against her. His hands were working all over her body before squeezing her ass a little, playfully. She let out a squeal and pulled herself from the kiss. When she did she saw his smirking face and that she realizes she shouldn't be doing this. She doesn't even know this man for Christ sake. And he obviously is a player, not wanting to be just another notch on his bed post.

"Dean.." She says breathlessly.

"Yes, baby?" He started places small kisses on her neck, almost making her forget all coherent thought all together.

"That job interview.. I really need to make it there on time." She tries to sound firm but her voice is too shaky for that.

Dean stopped kissing right on her collarbone, "You're kidding?" Finally taking a step from her.

"Well.. No. Considering I already missed the interview yesterday and luckily got him to meet with me again today. I kind of need to make it there." She adjusted her stance and tried to seem sure. Hoping he would understand.

Dean looking a little frustrated. Probably from the quite obviously hard-on he still has. He adjusted his jeans then sort of grumbles something to himself. He turned sharply and makes his way through the door letting himself in the house from the garage.

"Where are you going?!" She calls out after him. After no reply she lets out a quiet, "Asshole.." to herself. She goes to exit the garage but is stopped by Sam's voice.

"Breanna?" She turns to see Sam standing in the doorway. She tried to seem cool, calm and collected.

"Oh hey Sam, I just came over to see if I could get a ride into town. Job interview. But apparently Dean has other things to do." She says not really wanting her to know about what just happened between his brother and her.

"Well I can give you a ride, no problem." Smiling at her. He grabs the keys hanging on the wall and makes his way to 'baby'.

"I thought Dean only let himself drive his car?" She wondered aloud.

"Well I guess he should have given you a ride then." Sam walking around to open the door for her.

"Thank you Sam, such a gentleman." She giggles a little and he chuckles at her.

"My pleasure." He shuts the door and makes his way into the driver seat, starts up the car.

The ride was quiet and quick and before she knew it walking out of the bar after the manager telling her the job is hers. Told to come back in a few days after she settles in. Feeling grateful for the job she promises she'll be there for work just as soon as her stuff shows up. Slipping into the passenger seat of the Impala with a smile on her face.

"How did it go?" Sam says seeming interested.

"Great, actually. I got the job! Being a bartender may not be what I imagined myself doing but it could be worse." She said with a nervous laugh. She felt a tinge of pain, whether physical or mental, and slightly rubbed her knee around where the scar is.

"That's wonderful! While you were inside Dean said since I 'stole his baby' I owe him some food. There's a decent diner up the road, care to join me?"

"That would be great Sam. I've been eating turkey sandwiches every meal since I made it here." She said honestly.

Sam started up the car, then sheepishly asks "What happened there? If you don't mind me asking.." gesturing to the knee. "I noticed the scar the other day when you were uh.. Yesterday morning when you opened the door. And it's made me want to know your story even more." He wasn't trying to push her but he seemed genially interested in her.

She smiled at him, "Oh, yeah. Well it's kind of a long story, maybe we can save that to give us something to talk about at the restaurant." Smiling wanting to put off reliving the moment her career ended just for a little bit longer.

"Sounds like a plan."

-IOH-

Walking into the diner, it's quite obvious that Sam has to be at least a foot taller than her. As he tell the hostess a table for two as Bree can almost feel the glare the hostess is shooting her. Probably in disbelief that someone like Sam would be interested in someone as regular as her. Shrugging it off, not sure what else she could do then making it to their booth. They each slide in to their own side and are quickly greeted by the server.

"Names Rita, what can I get you two love birds to drink this evening?" A sweet older woman asks.

"Oh, we're not together." Bree says quickly not wanting to embarrass Sam.

"She's just a little shy." Sam says halfway covering his mouth acting like he was whispering to the woman and winks at Breanna.

She rolled her eyes and giggled again. "Iced Tea, I'll take an Ice Tea to drink and a cheeseburger with fries." Sliding her menu to the side and avoiding his statement.

"Coffee for me, black. And a Cobb salad. Thanks."

"That'll be right out." Rita says quickly and walks away.

"I didn't take you for a salad guy." She says joking

"I didn't take you for a burger girl." He retaliates with a smile.

"Only so much of eating healthy one girl can do in a life time." She explains quietly

Rita comes back with the drinks, "Here you go darlins', food'll be out soon."

"So you going to tell me your story?" Sam asked after a sip of his steaming coffee.

With a deep sigh, "Well I'll just start at the beginning and I'll end with how I got here sound good?"

Sam took another sip of his coffee and shook his head yes. And kept an understanding look on his face. Making it easier to be 100% honest with him.

"Okay, well when I was about 4 my dad left my mom and me for another woman. It tore my mom up pretty bad and made her focus on me even more.. it was like she blamed me for my dad leaving or something. And I guess to take her mind off everything after a couple years she put me into gymnastics. Started off fun and I remember making friends and having a good time. Mom said I needed to focus more, she always thought I had a special talent for it. So, when I was around 10 my mom pulled me out of school and moved me away from everything I had ever known. We moved to Houston where she home schooled me when I wasn't at the gym. It went like that for a while. All I did was school work, eat healthy, watch film to see what I had been doing wrong and train with one of the best teachers that there is to have in gymnastics. She wouldn't even let me hang out with the other girls." She paused to take a sip of her tea.

"That must have been tough.. I can relate our dad was very.. pushy about us following the family business as well." Sam said not interrupting just wanting her to feel better about opening up to him.

She nodded, "Well, things stayed like that until it came around for me to try out for the 2000 Olympics. My mom just knew I would make it. So I felt extra pressure from her. On top this being my entire life and I really didn't know what else I was going to do if I didn't make it." She took a moment to herself then sighed. "A week before my try outs I had hurt my knee but I tried to not pay any mind to it. I took an ice bath and just ignored the pain as long as I could. I mean I could make it into the Olympics ya know? Well in one of the first things I had to do to advance, vault, you know what that is?" she asked making sure he understood.

"Yeah, I think so."

"I stretched myself and got ready to go. I was in the zone, I can still remember it as if it were yesterday.." she stopped seeing the server heading over with their food.

Sitting the food down, "Anything else I can get you?"

"I will need a to-go order. Double cheeseburger, with bacon with fries. And pie, whatever kind of pie you have, please." Sam says quickly wanting to hear the rest of the story.

"Alright sweetie, I'll have it out by the time you get ready to go."

As she walks away, "So you were getting ready to do the vault?"

"Yeah, and I took off running and I was just about to plant my feet and go.. that's when I felt a terrible, sharp pain in my leg. I don't remember much after that. I know the ambulance came and took me to the hospital and before I knew what was even happening my mom already had me into surgery." She said then taking a bite of her burger.

"Seeing how I was only 17, all the needed was my mom's signature.." Slightly rubbing her knee.

"Turned out I had come close to tearing my ACL that week earlier and if I would have told anyone, I could have gotten it fixed and probably missed the Olympics but still. Since I had done nothing about what happened that day is I completely tore the ligaments apart and the only way to fix it was to take some from another piece of my leg and attach them to the torn ones."

"Wow, that sounds terrible.."

"Yeah it was, well after all of that and two more years of my mom's denial and me in rehab and physical therapy. I cut my losses, realizing I would never be the same gymnasts I once was. I came to the realization that I was young! Only 19 and yet I had never done anything with my life that I wanted to do. I traveled around a while, lived in London, Berlin, Shanghai, all kinds of places. Ended up getting my heart broken in Paris.. Ironic, huh? That's when I decided I had enough and it was time for me to find me a small town to bring me back down to reality.. And well here I am!" She finished with a laugh.

"Wow, I'm so sorry about everything with your leg and I'm sure it was hard giving up your passion.."

"Yeah.. It's okay. I've had a lot of time to think about it, and I think my life will be better this way." She finished with a slight smile.

-IOH-

Pulling into the garage she felt guilt take over her as she remembered the near steamy moment she shared with Dean only a few hours ago.

"I had a great time today, Bree." Sam said.

All she can think is about how stupid she feels and how sweet and understanding Sam is.

"Thanks for the ride Sam, I had a great time too." She says opening the door to get out. "I'll see you around."She called behind herself. As she heads out of the garage to go home after not only a long day, but a long day in heels.

"Breanna, wait!"

"What the m..." She was caught off because as she turned around Sam grabbed her face and kissed her so sweet, so gentle and caring. Just before she realized what was happened and went to pull away he did first.

"Yeah, I'll see you around." Sam said now smirking. He made his way back into the garage to grab Dean's food and she never moved until the garage door was shut completely.

Making it into her house she quietly shut the door behind her and leaned up against it sliding down to the ground.

"Fuck..." escaped her lips as she isn't quite sure what she just got herself involved in.