Boy, don't you worry.

You'll find yourself.

Follow your heart,

And nothing else.

You can do this,

If you try.

All that I want for you my son,

Is to be satisfied.

Dean had what they called the Winchester curse. You don't get close to anyone and you don't make roots. Well, that is just what he did with Lana. He had built a life with her now and then poof it was over in a flash.

He let out a small groan of disappointment as the motel door opened with a click and he stood inside the doorway and glanced around the room. It was another dive of a motel. Moldy green carpet, two lumpy Queen sized beds in the middle of the room, a brown fridge and stove and a lopsided table made up the room. Screw this crap, Dean grumbled as he tossed the green army bag onto the bed nearest the window. He was going to hell in a few months, it was time to splurge on some finer digs. With a pain in his heart,he automatically thought of Lana. They had toyed away with going on some kind of vacation. She had mentioned Hawaii. Dean hated to fly, but he knew how much she wanted to go. He was half tempted to just walk out on Sam and fly her there.

"I'm gonna go next door to get some food? Want anything?"

Dean turned to Sam who was placing his lap top on the table and shook his head. "Nah, think I'm gonna get some shut eye."

The smile fell from Dean's face when the motel door clicked shut and he turned again to the duffle bag. With a hiss, he slid the zipper back and reached inside the bag. His fingers slid through jeans, socks, shirts and a sliver flask, until he found the small, metal object. He tossed the bag onto the floor and with a huff, fell onto his back, the lumpy mattress squeaking under the movement.

Before his brother had come back for him, before all this craziness had ensued, Dean had entertained one thought in his head. What would it have been like to be with her. Would they have a family?

He twirled the object around his finger, the light from the open curtains made it sparkle. He had purchased this object just a few weeks ago, working extra long hours just to be able to pay for it and had planned to give it to Lana. Tucked deep inside of his duffle bag was a pair of plane tickets to Hawaii. This was going to be his last hurrah, but he chickened out on the plan. What did he think was going to happen? There was no happily ever after with Lana, not with a one way ticket to hell looming over his head.

Sam had been more than eager to help Dean try to find a way to break this deal. But the further they traveled, the more they realized how hard it might be. Impossible was the word Dean had uttered. Sam had tracked down a woman that had a knife that would slay demons. Now, they just had to find the demon that was responsible for Dean's deal. If they slayed her, then it would be all over with. Then Dean would have his happy life.

He slid the small object over his pinkie finger as he noticed his cell phone was lying just a few inches from him. He reached over with his right hand and flipped it open to see the picture that was currently his background.

It hurt to see her face, especially in this picture. He had taken it on their very first date. He had worked some overtime and had enough money to take her out to a nice restaurant. The look on her face was worth every penny. They had taken a walk along downtown and had stopped to look at the sights high above the city. This is when he had taken this photo. He had called her name and she turned to him, the lights shining on her, a smile wide on her face. That smile. That smile was what got him through all this hell. If he had a chance of every seeing that, it would have been all worth this.

He grabbed the pillow and sat it beside him as he propped his phone up on it and hit the button allowing the background picture to come back onto his phone. He traced her features with his finger as he finally allowed sleep to over take him.

Loud club music was played over head and a woman with high-heeled boots carried a tray high above her head as she weaved her way through the writhing bodies that were on the dance floor. Green, red, blue and white lights strobbed to the music as she sat the tray on the counter. She took a hand and swipped a dark lock from her forehead.

"Hey, Dan, can I get two beers and a whiskey."

"Can you add a Scotch to that order?" The deep voice made Lana turn her head to see a man sitting on the stool that was to her right. She was instantly met with a pair of the lightest blue eyes she had ever seen, almost reminding her of the sapphire necklace she kept in her jewlery box. His hair was dark and curled up on the back of his neck, almost grazing the collar of his dark blue button-up shirt.

"Yeah sure." She blinked as she turned to Dan and grabbed the whiskey. "You got a tab open?"

He kept his gaze on her as he slid his hand into the back pocket of his dark slacks and slid out his wallet. "I would like to open one." Oh god, not only is he handsome, but he's British as well. "Uh..sure...what name can I put on the tab?" She had to turn away from those eyes as she reached over the bar to grab a piece of paper and a pen.

"Logan Stark."

Is everything about this man a turn on? "Alright Logan, if you need me just whistle" She winked at him as she took the tray of drinks and weaved her way back in through the crowd.

Lana delivered the drinks and as she slid the tip into the pocket of her black skirt, she looked back over at the bar to see the man sitting on the stool watching the dancers on the floor. As if sensing she was watching him, he looked at her and slid a smile on his face. He raised his glass in the air, winked at her, then took a large swig of his Scotch.