With a huge yawn on her face, Lana pushed open the diner doors, hearing the clang of the bell above her head, making her cringe. She woke up with a wicked hang over and the bell was like a hammer to her already aching head. As she walked to the cash-wrap, the noisy sounds of the patrons eating was enough to set her head ache into full force. She threw her purse under the counter as she reached for the black apron that was hanging on the coat rack.

As she tied the strings behind her waist, she heard a deep voice coming from behind her. She stiffened as she heard the gravely deep timber, her hand gripping the coffee pot as it shook in her hands. How long had it been since she heard that voice?

"Excuse me ma'am, can I get a refill?"

Lana let out a breath as she turned to face the man, not believing to see him sitting on that stool and he looked like hell. His face was covered in bruises, a slash across the right eyebrow had been butterflied with a small white bandage, dark stains covered his leather jacket and his knuckles were red and raw.

"Dean?"

He smiled as he raised his mug up for her to pour the coffee into it, winking at her. "Hey Lana."

"Hey Lana? That's all you have for me?" Lana angirly put the coffee pot back into the warmer, sloshing some of the hot liquid onto her skin. "You up and leave me a month ago and all you have for me is, Hey Lana?"

Dean sighed and nervously scratched the back of his neck. He wasn't used to this, Lana been angry. Every time she showed up, she was always eager to bring Dean to her bed. He knew it wasn't going to be like that this time around. "Hey, I'm trying, OK?" He looked around to see that the patrons nearest them, were glancing over in their direction. He leaned forward, feeling the burn of the stitches that were in his side. His right hand slid over to his left and held onto his ribs. "Is there somewhere we can talk?"

"I'm kinda on shift right now Dean."

"How about tonight?"

Lana let out a huff as she crossed her arms, her left finger tapped out her annoyance on her right arm. "I work tonight, at the club over on Fourth and Main. The Vault."

Dean leaned forward, grimacing at the pull in his side, as he reached for his billfold. He threw down two $20 bills and winked at her. "See ya then."

Lana let out a frustrated sigh as she watched Dean Winchester stroll his way out of the diner. She noticed that every female in this diner, had watched him leave. It didn't matter if they were young or old, Dean Winchester commanded attention to any female. He had a swagger that made the girls swoon and Lana was irritated with herself that she was one of them.

"Hot damn, I bet that man is good in bed."

Lana turned her head to see her co-worker, Janice Mitchell, her eyes focused on the door that Dean had just walked out of. She followed Janice's gaze to see that Dean had approached a black classic Chevy car. She couldn't be sure, but she was certain that he had paused just long enough to see her looking at him through the glass. She felt her cheeks burn under his gaze as she turned from the window and grabbed several menus from under the counter. When she turned back around, the car was gone.

Good lord, what in the hell did he get himself into it? This was so way out of his comfort zone. Dean stood inside the noisy club, house music thumping in the speakers around the dance floor, drunk people doing what appeared to be dancing.

He looked at his attire and realized he was over under dressed. Jeans with a hole in the knee, red and blue plaid shirt, cracked leather jacket and his hair wild on his head. He awkwardly moved up to the bar and found a spot between some douche bag with blonde tips and a woman with too tight jeans and signaled to the bar tender.

He leaned over the bar so he could shout at the bar keep, the music too loud for his taste. "I'm looking for Lana."

The bar keep motioned his head over to where the dance floor. "She's working the bar over there."

Dean nodded his head in thanks and slowly made his way through the dance floor, pausing just long enough as a drunk blonde latched onto him, grinding into him. He gently pushed her to the side as he stumbled to the bar. He slid into the seat and looked to his right, down the bar. He knew he looked like hell, the cut in his side and on his arm was aching. He didn't have time to go get cleaned up, he had to see her. The people that had been around him, gave him a suspicious look as they quickly got up from their seats.

"Dean? Wh..what the hell happened?"

Dean turned to see that her hazel green eyes were open wide as she looked over his appearance. His face was swollen on one side , cuts on his neck and his arms. "I'm sorry Lana," His voice cracked and was more hoarse than usual. "But...is there anyone I can talk to you..away from here?"

She blinked a few times as she noticed the urgency that was in his eyes, something had happened. "Y..yeah..umm..give me like ten minutes and meet me out back." She felt her bottom lip tremble as she watched Dean weave his way back through the crowd, feeling like something was horribly, horribly wrong. He looked so...defeated.

Lana tried to get through the rest of her shift, but she was finding it very difficult. Her mind should have been on getting the most tips she could, but instead, she was thinking of Dean Winchester. Damn you Dean. She thought as she slid a beer to a proprietor, not evening trying her best flirting techniques. Just when she wasn't thinking of him every second, he shows up. And looking beat down. It wasn't like Dean to just give up and that's what he looked like. Like he was giving up. That terrified her. But it also excited her.

She quickly closed down her part of the bar, placing her tips into her wallet and threw her apron on the counter. She muttered to her boss that she would be right back to finish up and she was out the door.

Her hands were tucked deep into her leather jacket as she crossed across the darkened parking lot, her boots echoing off the pavement. The hair on the back of her neck began to prickle and she slowed her walk. She slowly turned her head to look behind her, knowing she would see someone coming up behind her. There was no one there. She was certain she had heard footsteps coming quickly up behind her. She came to a complete stop and turned around the way she had come, her eyes straining to see past the yellow vapor lights.

"H...hello?" Her voice cracked, wishing she had some kind of weapon in her purse. OF all the times she didn't listen to Dean. How many times did he lecture her about being armed at all times. Now, she wish she listened to him. "Is..is anyone there?" She heard a shuffle to her right and she snapped her head. "I..I have a gun in my purse!" She hoped that her voice didn't give away her lie.

She felt a hand on her shoulder and she let out a scream and jumped away. Whens he turned around, Dean was standing next to her with a very concerned look on his face.

"Lana, what is it?"

"I..I don't know." She turned around to look at the dark parking lot, then settled her eyes on Dean. "It's nothing..just my imagination."

Dean kept his hands tight on her shoulder as his eyes scanned the parking lot. What made him different from Lana, was the years of this pounded into his head by his father. What most normal person couldn't see in the dark, Dean could sense. Those little prickles on the back of your neck wasn't just your imagination. After a few minutes, he let his emotions slid back into place and then his anger set in.

"What the hell where you thinking coming out here with no weapon?"

Lana turned to face him and put her hands on her small hips and stretched her five-foot-three inch frame into his face, her hazel green eyes shining with her anger. "Don't you preach to me Dean Winchester, I can take care of myself."

"Oh yeah?" He fired back, "It doesn't matter how much karate you know sweetheart..."

"Muay Thai..."

Dean let out a huff as he closed his fists into a ball. "Do you think a demon will care about that? Hmmm?"

Lana threw her arms up in the air, a sign of her defeat. She was tired of the fights her and Dean had every time they would see each other (which was becoming less and less.) "Fine Dean, you win. What ever, I'm not getting into this debate right now..." She went to walk past him, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her into him. "Dammit Dean.."

"Lana..I came to tell you that I don't have much time...we didn't have luck in trying to shake this deal. No one would make a deal with us."

Lana studied his face and saw the deep sadness in his green eyes, which made her realize how serious he was. For if Dean Winchester showed you any kind of emotion, it meant that all hope was lost.