Spoilers: Everything that's aired and my own suspicions for Season 5

Notes: Non-Con and possible Wincest in later chapters and I'm not particularly nice to Sam. Character Death, also they might be a little Blasphemy. Also in my head the character of 'Chloe' is played by English Actress 'Amy Kwolek'

Dean parked the Impala and headed into Harvelle's Roadhouse, Ellen had rebuilt it after the fire, can't keep a good woman (or bar) down.

It was still a safe haven for Hunters even now. Maybe it offered them hope, or maybe it just offered them a way to escape but whatever it was Dean could relate because the moment he stepped foot into that place he felt safe.

The place was pretty full but that wasn't a surprise if something was going down near here. All the Hunters in the State were probably there.

Dean walked up to the bar and sat down, he could go find Ellen but truth was she probably already knew he was here, it was best to just sit and wait for her.

After about five minutes Dean felt two hands on his shoulders. He turned round and smiled slightly as he saw Jo. She leant forward and hugged him as if she hadn't seen him in a year.

"How's it going Jo?"

Jo smiled and replied. Dean couldn't help but notice how she stayed close to him, he thought she'd gotten over that silly crush, obviously he was wrong.

"Hey, so what's going on? Your Mom called, told me to get my ass up here."

Jo nodded and sat down next to him.

"We've noticed a dramatic increase in the amount of Demonic activity springing up. Some of the Hunters think that Sam is going to try and take Nebraska."

Dean swallowed hard at the mention of his brother and looked down at the bar. Sam had already managed to get foothold in America thanks to his legions of Demons but so far the Hunters and Angels still had full control of the country. They weren't willing to let it go without a fight.

"Do you have anything solid to suggest that?"

Jo shook her head.

"No but you should talk to my Mom, she's been running operations with a few other Hunters. They know everything that's going on."

Dean nodded and looked around the bar, trying to spot Ellen. Jo saw this and pointed to the backroom.

"She's in there. Strategy meeting or something."

Dean nodded, stood up and walked over to the backroom. He knocked on the door before walking in without waiting for a response. Ellen was in the room with four other Hunters. Three were men in their 30's or 40's and one was a young woman no older than early to mid twenties.

Ellen looked up and smiled when she saw Dean.

"Dean, thank you for coming."

Dean nodded and walked over to Ellen, on the table in front of her was a map of the State; certain points had X's on them.

"So what's going on? Jo told me that you think Hell trying to get a foot in Nebraska."

Ellen nodded and pointed to the map.

"The places where I've put black X's have seen increased Supernatural activity in recent months, we've already sorted them. The ones with red X's have cropped up during the last few weeks."

Dean looked at the map and sighed. The red X's outnumbered the black ones by an almost two to one ratio. Something, without a doubt, was happening in Nebraska.

"That's a hell of an increase."

Ellen nodded and leant back against the table staring at Dean.

"It's why I called you. Something's about to go down Dean. We could use some..." Ellen pointed towards the ceiling with a smile "...heavenly intervention."

Dean shook his head and stepped back.

"It doesn't work like that. I don't tell the Garrison where to go; they get their orders from above. The only time I have any authority over them is 'on the battlefield'."

Ellen folded her arms and shrugged.

"Can't you convince that Angel of yours, what's his name?"

Dean sighed and shook his head.

"Castiel...and Cas only fights with me when he's not needed with the Garrison. I mean I'll ask if the Garrison plan to get involved but I can't order them. I'll help any other way I can though."

Ellen unfolded her arms and walked to Dean.

"Dean we don't have enough manpower to do this by ourselves. We need their help. Something is happening here Dean, I can feel it and we can't do this by ourselves."

Dean sighed and looked away from her for a moment before turning back.

"I'll speak to Cas, see what I can do but I'm not making any promises. The armies of Heaven aren't limitless you know. The Angel's can die, just like us."

Ellen nodded slowly at him before turning to the other four Hunters in the room.

"Go get a drink, nothing we can do until we know if we've got Heavenly assistance."

The four Hunters nodded and left the room, the young woman's gaze dropping on Dean a little longer than necessary.

'Great,' thought Dean. 'Another crush to deal with'

There had been times in the past when Dean would have fucked her without a second thought - she was young, pretty, long dark hair, about 5'5 with a body to die for - but now that wasn't the case. The last year had changed him, hell he was screwing an Angel...more than screwing an Angel. He loved an Angel, a male Angel at that. Yep the last year had changed Dean Winchester just as much has it had changed Castiel and Sam.

Dean knew he'd changed, just bits of him. He didn't joke around as much, only really laughed when it was Castiel trying to make him. His world was slowly darkening. All he had now was Castiel and Bobby, but Bobby was in South Dakota organising the Hunters there and Castiel was away more times than not in recent months with the Garrison.

Dean was lonely; he used to have Sammy there all the time. Even when they fought and walked out on each other they always made up sooner rather than later but now he didn't have that.

He had sleepless nights, the three P's - Pizza, Pie and Porn - and too much beer. On the, now, rare occasion that Castiel was there at nights the only thing he did was sleep because that's the only time he can sleep thanks to Castiel's presence and touch. It calms him, keeps the nightmares away.

Dean walked out to the bar with the intention of having a few drinks and falling into an alcohol induced dreamless sleep.

When he got there the only seat available at the bar was next to the dark haired female Hunter from Ellen's little strategy meeting. She was downing a shot of Vodka just as Dean sat down next to her. He took in her appearance one again, she was certainly not the type of woman he'd expect to be in a Hunter bar and actually be a Hunter. Everything about her screamed that she should be some little pampered Princess, that or have a considerably older Sugar Daddy, but underneath the surface Dean could tell there was something about her. Something different.

Ellen appeared at the bar and poured another shot in the young woman's glass before turning to Dean.

"The usual?"

Dean nodded and Ellen returned a moment later with a bottle of ice cold beer. She handed it to Dean before turning back to the young woman, filling her glass again.

"Honey do you just want me to leave the bottle?"

The young woman nodded and took the bottle from Ellen's hand.

"If you don't mind."

The first thing Dean noticed was her accent. She wasn't from round these parts, that was for sure, England would be Dean's bet. She poured herself another drink as Ellen sighed.

"Dean meet Chloe Ellis. She's been leading one of the Hunting teams during the last few months. Chloe, this is the infamous Dean Winchester."

Chloe looked at Dean for a moment before turning back to her drink and downing it.

"Yeah, I know who he is."

She poured herself another shot, dude that girl had a drinking problem.

"His brother was there at Stonehenge, burning the place to the ground. Countless Hunters and civilians dying by his hand so yeah..." She turned back to Dean and raised her glass at him "...nice to meet you Dean."

Chloe downed the shot, picked her bottle and stumbled out of the door of the bar. Dean watched her go before turning to Ellen. Ellen's face was a picture of regret.

"I'm sorry Dean. She's not normally like that, but get a few drinks in her and..."

Dean nodded and sighed.

"Yeah, I get it. This war is tough on everyone. We're entitled to snap occasionally."

Dean took a small snip of his beer and looked up at Ellen again.

"So, Stonehenge? That must mean she managed to make it out of England."

Ellen nodded and leant on the bar, her gaze going to the door Chloe had just walked out of.

"She was one of the lucky few to make it out. The way I heard it, she was dying on that field when someone...most have been a Hunter, picked her up. Next thing she's knows, she's in New Hampshire and England has burnt to the ground."

Dean nodded and looked back at his beer, not touching it.

"Has she spoken to you about?"

Ellen shook her head but pointed to her daughter who was just across the room.

"She told Jo a bunch of stuff one night. Couldn't make heads or tails of most of it but Jo got the gist of it."

Dean took a small sip of his beer and sighed.

"Must be tough for her. Whole family's probably dead."

Ellen smiled weakly and sighed.

"She's broken but let me tell you, that girl's a weapon in her own right. I don't think even you could keep up with her Dean."

Dean chuckled slightly as Ellen excused herself to deal with what could have been a fight on the opposite side of the bar. Dean's gaze shifted out to the door again.

After a moment's hesitation Dean stood up and walked out of the bar. Outside the bar it was quieter, almost deadly quiet. The only sounds he could hear came from inside the bar where there was without doubt some sort of fight going on.

Dean took a few more steps forward but didn't get very far before he saw Chloe. She was leant against the wall, her legs pulled into her chest and hands resting on the brown knee high boots.

She was staring up at the night sky, tears streaming down her face.

Dean started to think this was a bad idea and was about to turn around when her voice stopped him.

"It's so different here than it was back home. There are just so many more stars. It's beautiful."

She turned her head to Dean and gestured for him to sit next to her. Dean hesitated for a moment before doing just that. She passed him the Vodka bottle and Dean took a quick drink before handing it back to her. Chloe took a long swig before turning her head back up to the sky.

"I should have died in that field back in England. I'd like to know which fucker saved me, I really would."

Chloe turned back to Dean again with a smile.

"I'm guessing Ellen told you about me in Stonehenge after my little outburst back there."

Dean nodded slowly and took a sip of the beer he'd brought out with him. He found himself looking up slightly at the sky. He'd never really sat an appreciated it before but Chloe was right, it was beautiful. It was a shame that Dean hadn't figured that out until just now.

"Yeah she mentioned you were in the fight. Last stronghold in England. All she said is that you were hurt and somehow found your way to New Hampshire."

Chloe nodded slowly and took another drink.

"Not much more to tell. We fought and we lost. England's gone; Scotland and Ireland aren't too far behind from what I've heard, Wales..." Chloe chuckled and shook her head "...Fuck knows what happened to Wales. Europe is in ruins. Everyone I once knew is gone. My home is gone."

Dean stayed silent for a moment before speaking.

"Did you lose anyone special?"

Chloe shook her head slowly.

"My family are dead, died when I was 16."

Dean bit his lip and nodded slowly before taking another drink. He didn't really expect her to continue and for a few moments they sat in silence until she spoke again.

"About 5 years ago, before all this shit started to get into motion, we were in Seattle. Fucking vampire nest, my parents...got trapped by them. I...I did all I could but by the time I got to them those fucking bloodsuckers had killed them. So I wasted every single one of them."

She looked at Dean; he was staring at her with an expression she knew well as disbelief.

"Your parents were Hunters?"

Chloe nodded slowly.

"Yeah, mostly based in the UK but...they had contacts over here as well. That's why we were in Seattle; one of our contacts went missing. Good friend of my Mum's."

Dean took a drink and shook his head.

"Seriously, your family were Hunters?"

Chloe nodded and rolled her eyes slightly.

"Yeah Dean...going back all the way to the 1800's on my Mum's side. I'm a Hunter born and bred; it's in my blood. It's everything I know...It's all I know. The UK as...had a very high supernatural presence."

Dean saw her expression change slightly as she took another drink.

"It has an even fucking higher one now."

Chloe rubbed her face and groaned in frustration for a few seconds before turning back to Dean.

"Do you think you'll be able to get the Garrison onside?"

Dean shrugged and sighed.

"I said I'll ask Cas but that's all I can do but, you do seem to be onto something. A rise in Supernatural activity that quickly means that they've got plans for Nebraska or one of the bordering States."

Chloe nodded and stood up, grabbing her brown leather jacket which she'd been sitting on. Dean stood up too, grabbing her quickly when she began to sway. Dean followed her as she made her way into the bar and past the door into the back area.

Dean couldn't put his finger but there was something about her.

"Dean Honey?"

Dean turned round and saw Ellen smiling at him.

"Why don't you go get some rest? We've got some spare rooms; you're more than welcome to one."

Dean shrugged and tilted his head slightly.

"Maybe later."

Ellen nodded and went back to cleaning up some broken glass which would appear to have been cause by the fight while Dean went back to the bar, the gears in his head turning.