Chapter 5

"So, Dean, what do you think?" she asked him as she twirled around.

He didn't know what to say, I mean he already thought she was beautiful and didn't think that it was possible for her to become even more, but what the hell did he know. He looked down at his feet as he said, "You look good, the perfect temptation, I think that it will work, the girls were all described to be wearing something similar to that. So good job, Sarah."

Not exactly the reaction she had hoped for, but I guess she would just have to deal with it. She walked over to the table where they were standing. "You guys ready for tonight?"

"Yeah, just about. Let's go over the plan once more; Sarah will go to The Green Horn at around 11:30, since we know that most of the disappearances occurred from there. Dean will wait outside and I will come into the bar after you get there, we will be looking out for anything suspicious. Then around 1:00, Sarah, acting a bit drunk, will leave and go to her car which has been parked on the far side of the parking lot. Then whatever happens happens. Everyone got it?"

"Yeah" they said in unison.

"Well, since we have a couple of hours before we have to leave I'm going to go get some food, since you ate mine. Anybody want anything?"

"I'm good." Sarah said

"Me, too.", said Dean. And with that Bobby left, leaving them alone. Normally Dean would've been excited to be left alone with a girl who looked like Sarah, but with the look that Bobby had given him when he left he was too scared to look at her for too long. But being him he looked anyway, Damn, she was beautiful, he thought, she was already a natural beauty, but right now in this moment she was stunning. It kind of intimidated him, but he would never admit that to anyone. He usually wasn't intimidated by women or their beauty, but apparently she had that effect on him. They had spent the day talking about movies, tv shows, and most of all music, he decided after she told him that she liked Bon Jovi that he wouldn't hold it against her. During their conversation, he even surprised himself with this one, he didn't think once about attempting to put a move on her, he kind of enjoyed hearing her talk. They realized that they had a lot in common at least when it came to pop culture. He just wanted to know more about her and he didn't know why. He just wasn't that type of guy.

"Dean, are you okay?" she smiled at him, because she knew that he was staring at her.

"Uhh, yeah, I'm gonna go take a shower."he said nervously. She giggled silently and went to the couch and turned on the tv, starting to flip channels. He went into the bathroom, closed the door, turned on the water, then looked at himself in the mirror and shook his head. If Sammy was here he would be laughing his head off, but he wasn't after he had joined Dean for a year on the road to find them dad. At the end of that year, all of them together as a family killed Yellow-Eyes, the demon that had killed their mother; they lost their father in the process. After that Sam had decided to go back to law school and finally settle down with Jess, they were getting married in a couple months. Now, Dean was happy for his brother, but he was a little bit jealous of the life his brother was going to get to have. Not, that he was complaining, he liked his life for the most part and it did get lonely on the road that's why he enjoyed having Sammy on the road with him. He knew that he was saving lives and for the most part he was normally pretty satisfied with his work, when he wanted company he hooked up with random girls from bars, when he wanted to just talk he called Sam or Bobby, but sometimes and not very often he felt that he was something was missing, he didn't know what it was. He got undressed and stepped into the shower.

As Sarah sat on the couch watching something, she didn't know what it was exactly that she was watching, she was listening to Dean singing in the shower. He wasn't the worst singer in the world; but she really didn't have room to talk though. She heard the water stop, so she quickly primped herself up before he came out. She turned and look toward the bathroom as he opened the door. She sat there with her mouth open at the sight that was in front of her, Dean with just a towel wrapped around him, water dripping down his body. He didn't seem to notice that she was gawking the way she was, but she didn't think that she could stop herself. From where she was sitting she saw that he had absolutely no body fat on him and she wasn't even close enough to really get a good look. She needed to get a grip, and look away, it's not like she's never seen a guy before. She really needed to do it before he caught her staring and drooling. Was she actually drooling? Come on Sarah, she told herself, on the count of three.

One

Two

She hears a key in the door, it's her dad thank God, and she didn't think that she was actually going to be able to get to three.

"Hey Bobby" Dean said.

"Why don't you have any clothes on? There is a lady in the room." Bobby said sternly. Dean had completely forgotten that Sarah was there. He looked over at her and noticed that she was blushing.

"Oh, sorry, I guess I'm just not used to there being anyone else around.", he said as he quickly grabbed his clothes and went back into the bathroom.

Bobby went over to the couch and sat next to his daughter and said, "I hope you weren't traumatized by that, Bears. The boy has no manners."

"I guess not," and no body fat either, why did her mind keep going back to that fact.

"So, we haven't really gotten a chance to talk. You been doing okay?"

"Yes, I have been great. I know that the last time that I saw you it was kinda tense, but I missed you a lot." She reached across the couch, grabbed his hand, and gave it a little squeeze. "I really did."

"And you haven't been getting into too much trouble?"

"I think that I have been getting into the right amount of trouble. You been taking care of yourself?"

"You don't have to worry about me, I am the parent here aren't I?"

"Yes, you are, but you also don't know how to take it easy. You aren't exactly young, you do realize that don't you?"

"Ha ha, I don't know what you're talking about, I am only thirty."

"Thirty my ass," she laughed, "you really do need to start taking better care of yourself. I'm just looking out for you." She said the last part very seriously.

"What time is it?"

"About 10:30. I wonder what is taking Dean so long in there. Hey Pretty Boy, get your ass out here so that we can leave and kill this thing?"

Dean was enjoying listening to the banter between father and daughter; he really didn't know their story. He knew that Sarah wasn't Bobby's biological daughter, but he didn't know how Bobby had come to be the one to raise her. He wanted to understand more about her, what made her decide to become a hunter. He figured that Bobby wouldn't have pushed her into this life; Sarah seemed to be the one who made this choice. "I'm coming, I'm coming, there's no need to get your panties in a twist."

"What the hell were you doing in there, making sure each piece of hair was perfectly placed?"

"Yes, yes that is exactly what I was doing." Dean said sarcastically. "How do I look?"

"You would look okay, but what is that thing right here?" she said as she motioned to her forehead. He consciously started to run his hand there. "Oh, never mind it's just your face."

"Well, aren't you just a barrel of monkeys?" he said as he nudged her and sat down next to her on the couch. He then leaned toward the table and tried to grab the remote, but she was too quick. "Sorry, dude. But we have plans." She said as she turned off the t.v.. He looked like a little boy when she told him that, she patted his shoulder and stood up, offering her hand to help him up off of the couch. He looked towards Bobby who was on the other side of the room getting his gear together, he knew it seemed childish to be so worried about the older man, okay maybe he was a little bit scared of what exactly Bobby would do to him, but he turned back towards her and grabbed her hand. When their hands touched there was a spark, Dean just chalked it up to static electricity. She pulled him off the couch with a little help from Dean, when he was finally in the upright position he was looking into her eyes. When he had been talking to her earlier that day he just thought that they were blue, but now that he was getting a closer look he realized that they were light blue, with a hint of grey around the sides.

She didn't know how long they had been doing this, but she was completely lost in those beautiful green eyes. He still hadn't let go of her hand, and she kind of didn't want him to. And just as she had admitted that to herself, he dropped it and started to gather up his gear as well. Bobby looked over at her just standing there and asked her if she was okay

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. Are we ready?" as she said this she glanced at Dean. He wasn't looking at her, but he answered that he was ready to go. All three of them headed out the door with Dean locking it behind them. Sarah goes towards her car, while Dean and Bobby head to the Impala. They pulled out of the parking lot, Sarah in the lead and Dean holding back a little so they didn't draw any attention to themselves. About ten minutes later, they reach their destination, The Green Horn, Sarah parks as far away from the door as possible, and the guys parked on the other side of the parking lot. Sarah grabbed her bag, opened it to make sure that her gun was in there, and that it was loaded, looked in the mirror, got out of her car and headed to the door of the bar.

A/N: I do not own Supernatural or its characters, because if I did Dean would never have a shirt on. Her reaction to Dean with just a towel on is pretty much how I would've reacted or maybe not. Okay, I would've been doing more than just sitting there staring at him. I hope you guys are enjoying this story because I am really enjoying writing it. I probably won't update until next week, because I have a lot of homework to do. But who knows I might not be able to resist.

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