After his run-in with Sophia, there was nothing more that Dean wanted was a good drink, but he didn't want to be by himself. So, he decided to check out the local watering holes. After a few hits and misses, he finally located one.

As he pulled the Impala into the parking lot, he noticed several rusted, beat-up trucks and he knew what kind of clientele there would be inside, the kind that wouldn't mess with him. All he wanted to do was get drunk and think on the situation with Sophia.

A red neon sign flashed the bar's name, Cattleman's, along with several advertisements for beer. With a squeak of rusty hinges, he opened the bar and was greeted by loud music coming from the jukebox. There were a handful of patrons in dimly lit room, most of them at the bar.

Heads turned as he walked into the bar and he instantly regretted coming inside this dump. Most of the patrons were truckers with tattered trucker caps and huge beer bellies straining against plaid shirts. Out of habit, he scoped the room trying to find the hottest chick in the bar. Tonight, there would be no such luck. Most of them had hair bleached so much it was frizzy, leather skirts tight against larger frames and shirts tied above the waist.

"Well hey handsome," Dean was greeted by the bar maid as he slid into the leater seat. "What can I start you off with?"

"Double shot of scotch."

"Tab?" She winked at him as she leaned forward, making it a point to show off over large breasts. From the neck down, she was pretty attractive, but from the neck up, that was a different story. Her face was so over tanned it stretched like leather as she smiled at him. Yeah, this was not going to be a good night.

Dean leaned forward and extracted his wallet and plucked out a credit card and threw in on the bar. "Keep it open."

A frown over came her face as she read the name. "Winchester, huh? Any relation to a John Winchester?"

Dean took the glass of scotch she had placed in front of him and swirled the glass, an irritated look on his face. "Nope, sorry. Don't know the man."

He took a sip of his drink and turned when he heard a voice next to him. "Hey Shair, can I get a whiskey sour and some change for the jukebox?"

His eyes landed on the backside of a woman who was wearing a very short skirt, the ends just barley covering the back of her thighs. Knee high boots covered a pair of tan legs, the right one bent back as she stretched over the bar.

"You got it Lana. Wanna keep a tab open?"

"Put it on mine." Dean smiled as she turned her head and looked at him, her red painted mouth in a surprise. He wasn't sure what that look was in her green eyes, but it wasn't a very glad to see you one.

"No, that's OK. Thanks Sherry." She took the change and placed it in the pocket of her white skirt and left Dean sitting there at the bar.

He turned his head as he watched her walk over the juke-box and noticed he wasn't the only one either. Several pairs of eyes were on her ass as she bent over, looking through the songs. He turned in his stool, grabbed his drink and walked over and leaned up against him.

"So, what's with the brush off. Did I do something?"

"Hmm?" She flicked her eyes up at him, taking note how handsome he looked in that blue shirt and those eyes, god, did they make her shiver. She quickly turned her attention back to the song selection. "No."

"Listen, I know your grand mother talked to you.."

Oh you gonna take me home tonight

Oh down beside that red fire light

Oh you gonna let it all hang out

Fat bottomed girls you make the rocking world go round

She smiled and put her finger up, her green eyes shining. "Sssh...don't talk during Queen." She put her head down and moved it back and forth.

Dean just watched her as she walked over to the middle of the bar where a make shift dance floor had been set up. Several people were already moving around her and he just stood there and watched her, not sure what to think. This wasn't the girl he met a day ago, no, she seemed, different.

He decided it was a lost cause, so he weaved his way back to the bar, when he felt a hand grab his and he turned to see Lana, a smile on her face. "Where you going?" She winked at him. "Aren't you going to dance with me?"

"Uhh..I don't dance."

"OH come on," She pouted her lips at him. "Everyone dances. It's easy." She took his hand and slid it around her waist, while her other one took his glass and sat it on the table. She moved his hands along her waist as she slowly moved against him.

The song ended and Dean went to move away from her, but her hand was tight against his waist. The song had slowed down and he stood there, unsure what to do.

Watching I keep waiting

Still anticipating love

Never hesitating

To become the fated ones

Turning and returning

She pressed her small body into his as he wrapped an arm around her waist and drew her into him. She looked up at him, her green eyes were dilated, her mouth slightly open as they slowly moved against each other.

Then she was gone. She slid out of his arms and he watched her walk towards the hallway that led to the bathrooms. "Lana...wait.."

He grabbed her by the wrist and pushed her up against the wall and placed his lips on hers. She let out a startled cry, her hands were on his muscled chest, trying to push him away, but his lips were her weakness. She wanted to push him away but she could feel his abs beneath his fingers and all she could think about was gazing upon this beautiful man. The way he was kissing her, Lana knew he was very gifted at what he did and the way he was using his tongue...she shivered. Her mind finally wrapped around what he was doing and broke the kiss, panting. "No."

"Lana.."

She pulled out of his arms and shook her head, her eyes shimmering with tears. "No...just stay away from me." She let out a sob as she pushed open the metal door and with a swish of cold air, she was gone.

Lana was distracted the next morning and her co-workers had asked her several times if she was okay. Hell no she wasn't. She tossed and turned all night thinking of Dean Winchester and the way he kissed her, how she wanted more. But, she wasn't that kind of girl who just jumped into bed with a man just because they kissed good. Or was she? She wasn't sure who she was anymore.

She was distracting her self by pouring sugar into the dispensers whens he heard the bell above the door jangle and she looked up, expecting to lock eyes with green eyes, but instead, it was a very tall man. His long, shaggy brown hair touched the collar of his brown corduroy jacket, his long fingers shoved into the front pocket of his jeans. Grayish blue eyes scanned the diner, until they locked with hers.

"Hi," She smiled at him as he slid into the booth and she placed a menu in front of him. "Can I get you some coffee?"

"Yeah," He flashed her a smile. "Coffee's good."

"Cream or sugar?" She sat the ceramic mug in front of him and looked up as she poured the liquid.

"Uh..just black."

She turned and placed the coffee into the warmer and turned to look at him. "You new around here?"

"Actually, I grew up here." He smiled and extended his hand. "Sam Winchester." He noticed the way her smile slid off her face.

"W..what do you want?"

Sam put up his hand and sat the cup back on the counter. "No..Lana, I just want to talk, that is all."

Lana nervously looked behind her and when she put her eyes back on Sam, he noticed they were filled with fear. She leaned forward, so only he could hear. "You can't be here. Please..you have to leave."

"Lana..I just want to tell you, that dad's parole hearing is in a few weeks. ."

"Please," She pleaded with him, "I don't want anymore trouble, OK? I'm sorry about your dad, I really am. But please, can you all just let me be?"

Sam was dumbfounded as he watched Lana disappear into the kitchen, confused as to what just happened. With a sigh, he took out a $10 bill and placed it under his half-drunk cup.

Lana paused inside the doorway, feeling stick to her stomach. What on earth was she doing here? The moment she walked into this place, she knew this was a bad idea. She followed the guard as he walked her through a series of doors and then into a room with Plexiglas up and down the wall. She was instructed to walk down the row, to the last chair.

With her hands shaking, she slowly sat down in the orange chair and looked straight ahead through the i glass. TO her right was a phone and she noticed that on the other side of the glass, there was an identical one. She was about to get up and change her mind, when she heard a buzzing sound.

She saw him being shuffled in by several guards, his arms held out in front of him, shackled to his legs by a chain. He was dressed in an orange jump suit, his dark hair wild and unkempt on his head, his face covered in a scraggly beard that was touched with gray. He slowly sat down and looked at her through the glass. He bent his head down then reached for the phone and placed it to his ear. Lana looked over at her phone and with her hands trembling, did the same.

"You are the last person I'd expect to see here. When they told me I had a visitor, well, I thought it would be my sons." He turned his head and smiled at her as she sat there, stoned faced. "You have grown into a very beautiful woman, Lana. Mary, when she visted me, would send me pictures and keep me updated on how you were. It's good to see you are doing well." He watched as her bottom lip began to tremble and she lowered her head, her dark hair covering her face. "Sophia doesn't know you're hear, does she?"

"No." Her voice was a whisper as she looked up at the man that looked so much like the one she was falling for. "I came here..." She let out a sigh. "I don't know why I"m here, actually."

"I sent you letters, did you get them?"

Lana shook her head and swiped a dark lock behind her ear. "No.."

"Well, I did." He smiled at her. "Part of my counseling. I go to the parole board in a few months. One of our exercise was to reach out to the people we hurt the most...Lana...look at me." John's voice was soft as she slowly moved her eyes to look at him again. "What I did..haunts me everyday. The person I was..back then...was selfish. I took a life and shattered another one because I couldn't deal with every day life. Not just yours, but mine. My sons hate me for what I did. Please, Lana...believe me. I'm not that man I was before."

Lana took a breath and nodded. "I'm not like my Nana. It took me a long time to come to terms with what happened." She paused and looked down at her hand folded in her lap. The words that came out of her mouth next, shocked her to the core. "I forgive you."