It was the low sounds of the television that woke Dean, his head splitting from what he assumed as a hangover. From what he could remember, after coming from the bar he drunk himself into unconsciousness. After that, he barley remembered anything else. Dean raised his head and groaned at the burning pain that zipped along his spine. Green eyes blinked the sleepiness away as he realized he was sitting on the couch, his head bent at an awkward angle and his feet resting on the coffee table. With a groan, he swept his legs off the table, resulting in a dozen beer cans crashing to the floor.

He was still holding onto a half-drunk bottle of beer, so he leaned forward and sat it on the coffee table and paused. The television was on low, so he wasn't able to hear the sound, but it was a news station and what flashed across the screen made him shiver.

A reporter was standing near an airport and behind him it a jet was landing on the tarmac. Dean leaned forward and grabbed the remote and turned up the sound just as he heard the reporter, then snuggled back into the couch.

"And today marks the anniversary of the crash of United Britannia Flight 424." Dean suddenly sat up on the couch, ignoring the burn between his shoulders. "Indianapolis residents held a candlelight vigil in memory of the hundred and eight people who lost their lives."

Dean shook his head and raked his hand over the stubble on his cheek, confused. "No..no..I stopped that crash." He got up from the couch and walked over to where the computer was located, pulled back the chair and slowly sat down. He unbuttoned the sleeves of his blue shirt and rolled them up to his elbows.

He ran his finger over the top of his lips as he searched the internet for all the cases he and Sam had ever solved. FLIGHT 424 CRASHES, 108 DEAD. Tragedy shocks the nation, as emergency crews continue to search the rubble.

Dean's hands shook as he kept looking and it got worse the further he searched. NINE CHILDREN COMATOSE. Mystery illness baffles doctors at Dane County Hospital.

He sat back and looked at the computer screen, his eyes tired from hours of searching. He looked at his watch and was shocked to find he had been sitting here for the past two hours. He was about to get up, when a figure in the reflection of the screen passed behind him.

Dean turned around in his chair, feeling his spine pop, to see the woman in white standing behind him. Her head was down on her chest, her dark hair was stringy and wet and clung to her face. Her dress, which had once been white, was now caked with dirt, her arms, neck and clothes were splattered with blood. He slowly pushed back the chair in the hopes that he wouldn't scare her.

She stood there shimmering before him and she slowly lifted her head. Her skin was pale, blue lines streaked across the skin. Her eyes were rolled up into her head, her mouth was slack.

"Lana?" Dean whispered he took a step towards her but she disappeared. He turned around behind him and then back to where she had been standing, but she was gone. He stood there in the aftermath, feeling very confused as to just what happened. Was he still asleep? Yeah, that had to been it. But Dean knew it was more than that.

He looked at the littered beer cans thrown all over the room and he began to pick them up, wondering how he got in this mess. Some fantasy world this was turning out to be. He was a drunk, his dad was alive but in the slammer and his little brother wanted nothing to do with him.

Dean held a empty can in his hand and crushed it in his palm as he let out a . "SON OF A BITCH!" He roared as he threw the aluminium against the wall where it fell to the floor with a clatter.

The door bell announced he had a visitor, so with heavy feet, he walked to the door and yanked it open, taken back for a minute by the person standing on the doorstep. "Sammy?"

Sam stood on the steps, his hands in the front pocket of his jeans, his shoulder slumped forward. The cold breeze lifted the back of his hair that was nestled on the collar of his brown jacket. "Hey, Dean..ummm..got a moment?"

Dean stepped aside and let Sam into the living room. When he got to the middle, he turned around and faced Dean, his eyes darting along the floor at the litter at his feet. "What..was that..the other night? At mom's birthday? I mean not just that, but you've been acting pretty strange."

"What do you mean?" Dean kicked aside a beer can on the couch and sat down. Sam looked at the couch and thought better against it.

"I mean this whole, warm, fuzzy ecstasy-trip thing."

"I'm just happy for you, Sammy," Dean smiled at him as his brother pulled the chair from the computer.

"Yeah right," Sam glanced at the computer screen as he sat down. "Since when do you call me Sammy?" He leaned forward and placed his elbows on his knees, his hands clasped together. "Dean come on. We don't talk outside of holidays."

"We don't?" Dean raised an eyebrow at his brother. "I mean we should, we're brothers, right?"

"You're my brother?," Sam repeated.

"Yeah," Dean laughed and shook his head.

"You seriously don't know what you did to this family, do you Dean? How you destroyed mom with your drinking? When Lisa left you because of it? Something's eating at you man and you need to face what that is." Sam let out a sigh and stood up. "You should know, that Lana went and saw dad yesterday."

"Sam..wait..."

Sam walked to the door and turned around when Dean called out for him, a look of concern on his face. "Get some rest man."

"Welcome to Nana's." She smiled at him as she slid him a menu, noticing how tired his green eyes looked as he took a seat at the bar. "Coffee?"

"Yeah." He took the white ceramic mug that was in front of him and turned it over and looked up at her. She paused for a moment before she filled it and then sat the pot on the counter and leaned forward, placing her chin in her hands.

"Want to talk about it?"

Dean paused, the cup half way to his lips. He shook his head, pursued them together and blew into the liquid. "Nah, not really."

"I find it helps." Lana leaned up from the bar and smiled at him sweetly. "I get off in a couple of hours. We could meet somewhere?"

"Thank you Lana, really, that's sweet..." He stopped as her hand covered his and he looked up at her to see the look on her face. It was hard not seeing her the way he saw her in the living room that morning. Pale, dirty, hurt and scared.

"The offer is still open. My Nana is out of town for the weekend." She snatched a napkin from the dispenser and took a pen from her apron. Her left hand scrawled across the napkin and she when she was done, she folded it up and tucked it into the pocket of his blue work shirt. "My address. The offer still stands. I'm ordering from Lan's and I might just add a little extra, just in case." She said the last part with a wink and then walked over to the other tables and tended to the customer's.

Dean sat there and took his time with the coffee, watching her as she busied herself with her task. When he was done, he took out some money from his wallet, fished out a few dollars bills and placed them under his cup.

Lana tuned to look at the door when she heard the bell above it clang and she got a glimpse of him walking outside, his hands shoved into that leather jacket he always wore. She flicked her eyes to the counter and noticed the napkin was placed over the coffee cup and she felt a little stab in her heart.

"M'am? My check."

Lana moved her eyes from the counter to see the trucker she was serving and the check that was in her hand. "Yes...sorry...Martha will take it up at the register." She slowly walked up to the counter to where he had been sitting, his smell still lingered and confirmed that indeed it was the napkin she had written her address down on. S

She couldn't explain what spurred her, giving him her address, like she did. She had woken up that morning feeling a little more out of sorts and one thought rang in her head as she went to work. Seduce Dean Winchester. Make him choose this life.

She let out a contented sigh as she placed her feet on the coffee table, a carton of orange chicken in her hand and the television remote in her hand. As she snuggled deeper into the mountain of cushions, she selected her program and picked up the chopsticks. She picked up some chicken and was about to place it in her mouth, when the loud tone of the doorbell went off. She let out a sigh, slowly removed her legs and trudged over to the door.

As her eyes were still on the screen, she yanked open the door. "This better be good.." The last part was whispered as she turned to face the visitor, feeling her cheeks burn. "You...you came?" She titled her head and swept her eyes over his person and smiled. Damn did he look hot. He had on an army green jacket that was zipped up and his hands were stuffed into the front pocket of his tight fitting jeans. He looked so adorable standing there all bow legged in those boots of his and his green eyes twinkling at her.

"I..I hope that's OK. The offer is still up, right?"

"Yes..yes I'm sorry," Lana stepped inside and allowed him into the foyer, shutting the door behind him. She took a moment before she turned to him. "I..I thought you weren't coming..I mean you left the napkin behind."

Dean smiled as he followed her into the living room, taking in the furnishings. A large grandfather clock sat in the corner, next to that was a bookcase crammed with different kinds of books. Dean had to chuckle at that, Sam would go ape shit with that many kinds of selections. He noticed a few photos were placed on the fire mantel. Many of them were of Lana when she was a little girl. Dean turned to look at her and tapped his finger against his temple. "Photographic memory."

"Ahh.." Lana crossed her arms across her chest. "I..uh..ordered food..I had a feeling you'd come. Would you like a beer, soda, water?"

"Uh..beer's fine." His husky voice seemed to shake the very core of her as he followed her into the kitchen. Expensive looking gadgets were placed along the black granite tile. When he turned back around, Lana was looking at him, dreamy look on her face. "Thanks." He looked down at the beer in his hand and had to chuckle. "Funny..this is the kind of beer I like."

"No kidding," Lana jumped up on the counter and unscrewed the cap of hers and took a healthy sip. When she looked at Dean, he was staring at her. "I promise you it's fine. I didn't slip a roofie in there I promise."

Dean chuckled and took a long swallow, his Adams apple bobbed up and down as the liquid moved down. He took his time, in order to think about what was going on here. If Lana had seemed different at the bar last night, she was certainly acting a bit more strange this evening.

As he thoughtfully sipped his beer, he watched her. Her head was turned to the small kitchen window that was right above the sink. Her hand was twirling a small necklace that was lying on her bare chest. The light blue sundress she had on had slid up her tan thighs as she had slid onto the counter and she had no intentions of pushing it back down.
"Lana?"

"Hmmm?" She replied a little dreamily as she turned to look at him. She blinked at him and a small smile crept on her face like she was seeing him for the first time. She hopped off the counter. "Why..why don't we see what's on TV? Grab the food."

Dean watched as she walked out of the kitchen, the way her hips moved back and forth, his eyes mesmerized on her ass. He let out a huge sigh as he grabbed the rest of the cartons of food and his beer and followed her into the living room.

They sat together on the couch, arms and legs touching, not saying a word. Lana silently stabbed at her orange chicken, catching glimpses of Dean out of the corner of her eye. The way he tipped the bottle to his lips and they way they wrapped around them, made her shiver. She wondered, for just a moment, would feel like on her.

Dean was pretty much having the very same thoughts. He knew this wasn't real, he had come to terms with that. Everything seemed too perfect. A beautiful woman by his side, his favorite beer, all of was pretty suspicious. As if reading his thoughts, Lana turned to look at him, her green eyes shining in the blue light of the television.

"I am real Dean. This is real."

"Is it?" Dean turned to look at her as she moved her body to face him.

She bit her bottom lip as she nodded and slowly leaned into him, her eyes on his lips. She flicked them up to him. "Ye..yes."

Dean let out a sigh as she leaned in and placed her lips on his, her hand reaching up to cup right behind his jaw. As the kiss deepened Dean let out a groan as he laid her back on the couch, his body coming on top of hers.

She shifted a little bit underneath him as his weight came ontop of hers. She slid a leg up his hip, where his rough hand moved up and down the skin, creating a beautiful friction.

He left her mouth and kissed the hollow of her neck, nipping the skin. He swallowed her groans as he moved his hips against hers, the heat of his arousal dug into her hip. She tossed her head back, her nails dug into his back as he lowered his kiss to her collar bone.

He took a finger and moved the straps of her dress down as he follwed it with his lips. The top slid over her breasts and with a growl, he flicked his tongue over a bare nipple feeling her body arch underneath him.

He lifted his head up to see her looking up at him and he felt her hand on his chest. He thought she was going to push him away, but instead, she pushed him into a sitting position. She straddled his hips as she began to kiss him, sliding her tongue into his mouth. Dean took his hands and placed them on her hips as he moved her sharply against him.

He ran his hands up to her back and bent her backwards, cupping her weight into them. He kissed the exposed flesh of her chest, running his tongue along the valley of her breasts, taking time to lick and suck on each nipple.

As he moved his lips up to her mouth, he ran his hand along her bare thigh, under the hem of her dress and came into contact with satin. He let out a growl as he moved his finger into the inside and came into contact with her wetness. She arched further back, her thighs slid open wider as he slowly moved his finger over her wetness, his thumb cirlcling her clit. She groaned as he slipped inside her warmth, his mouth wet on her breast. Her hands clutched his hair as she felt him shift positions to lay her on the couch.

Dean raised up on his hands as he looked down at her, a smile on his face. Her mouth was swollen and parted from his kiss, her eyes wide. She took a hand and slid it up to his face as she traced his features. She leaned up and placed her mouth on his chin, kissing the small dent that was there. Her lips tugged on his bottom one, clutching it with her teeth. He let out a groan as he felt her hands work the t-shirt and hoodie over his head. God this man was beautiful. She took a finger and ran them down his hard stomach, tracing the six pack, and followed the small patch of hair where it disappeared beneath his jeans. Just where she wanted to go.

Dean kissed her again as his jeans slid over his hips and deposited onto the floor. As he looked into her eyes, he shifted a bit to were the tip was resting just inside of her. He took his hands, smoothed back her hair and slowly entered her.

He wasn't expecting the tightness as he slid in, but god did it feel so good. He heard her gasp and felt her body resist his size. He kiss her softly as he moved to her ear and whispered how beautiful she was.

Lana closed her eyes as she gripped his back tighter, her nails biting into the skin, as he moved his hips into her. Sighs, groans and grunts muffled the sounds of the television as they worshiped each other, both not sure what the outcome would be once it was all over. But, as Dean laid his head into her neck, his breath huffing from is spent energy, he couldn't care less if the world exploded. He was right where he was supposed to be.