A/N: This kiss is based on Dean's version of the girl in the bar during Tall Tales, the first Trickster episode. Was that a smokin' hot kiss or what? Wow... Anyway, she's listed in the credits as "Classy Girl," but I thought she needed a name, so I borrowed one from one of my lovely fellow writers (Hi, blindassassin!). I basically borrowed the flavor of this one from Dean's version of the events in the bar, filtered through the lens of "Sarah," so we'd have yet another point of view for how this went down. Please enjoy!

Special thanks, as always, to my dear friend, writing partner, beta and all around wondergirl, Mali Bear's Buddy. She makes all this stuff possible, not to mention helping me keep my head on straight when I need it! She's just started a sequel to the extremely epic Drag Her from Heaven, Drag Him to Hell called History in the Making. It's good stuff so please go show her some love huh? :)

Sarah

I feel someone slide onto the stool next to me as I take a sip of my drink. I slide my eyes over, trying to check out whoever it is before they say anything and things get awkward.

And I do a double-take. The guy sitting next to me is fall out of my chair hot. I mean absurdly, you only see this kind of guy on TV gorgeous. And he's smiling at me.

Trying not to make a fool of myself, I turn toward him, working desperately to come up with a conversation starter. But he beats me to it.

"Excuse me," he says, "sorry to bother you, but one of the guys over there said you're a grad student in anthropology and folklore?"

OK, so either that's the weirdest pickup line I've ever heard or he really wants to know about my grad work. I'm hoping it's the former.

I give him a slow smile, leaning toward him. "Yup, sure am," I reply, reaching out a hand. "I'm Sarah."

He takes my hand and I swear a current of electricity travels right straight down to my...wow. From a handshake. This guy is something else.

"Dean," he says, with a little bit of a cocky grin. He knows what kind of effect he has on women, but he's not a jerk about it. OK, I like him.

"So, Dean, why are you looking for an anthro grad student?" I ask, taking a sip of my drink. May as well get through the business part if we have any chance at getting to the pleasure part.

"Well," he says with a charming smile that has half the panties in the room on the floor, "I was hoping you could tell me about some of the local legends. Ghosts, hauntings, that kind of thing." He rubs the back of his neck. "See, I'm writing a book and..."

He shrugs his beautifully broad shoulders and takes a drink of his beer. I find myself momentarily distracted by his mouth on the glass and the movement of his throat as he swallows the liquid. God, it's like looking into the sun.

My mind swings away from his luscious mouth and the things he might be able to do with it and back to the conversation when he clears his throat expectantly. The smirk is back. He knows exactly what I'm thinking and I have the grace to flush slightly.

I give him the lowdown on a few of the local stories, but I can't muster my usual passion for the subject as my passion seems to be focused elsewhere. Like on the way he licks lips after he takes a drink. And on the way he leans toward me and I get a whiff of leather and denim and aftershave. Oh, and definitely on the way his knee brushes mine as he swivels on the stool.

As the conversation winds down, I decide I'm going to have to take a chance on this one. No way am I letting him walk away. I lean toward him, my v-neck dress gaping just enough to draw his attention.

"You know, Dean, this is so not my style, but I gotta say...you're ridiculously attractive."

He grins, going for modesty, but not quite selling it. "Well, thank you."

I slip down off the stool and move just between his knees, boldly trailing my palms up his denim clad thighs. When I say this isn't my style, it's really not, but there's something about this guy that pulls at me. I slip my hand around his neck, pressing lightly, pulling him toward me. "And I don't kiss random guys in bars, but..."

"I'm not random," he murmurs, angling toward me, "we've been introduced."

And then his lips meet mine and I'm lost. They're soft and warm and delicious. I feel his tongue graze my bottom lip as his hand finds my hip. Offering no resistance whatsoever, I open my mouth and feel his tongue slide against mine.

I shift closer, melting in the warmth radiating off him. He turns his head to get a better angle and I fall deeper under his spell. Oh yeah, this guy knows how to kiss. My knees turn to jelly and I've completely forgotten we're standing in a bar. Not that I care. I can't think about anything beyond Dean's mouth and hands.

Just as things are really heating up, reality intrudes. We're interrupted by a throat clearing and man's voice saying "Dean" with a little bit of an attitude.

Dean breaks the kiss and turns to face a tall guy with floppy brown hair. The new guy is kinda cute, but I'm pretty annoyed at losing Dean's attention.

"Look, Sam," Dean says, wiping his thumb across the lower lip I'd really like to get back to tasting, "give me five minutes here, huh?"

Sam, whoever he is, rolls his eyes. "Dean, we don't have time for..."

Dean cuts him off, looking back over his shoulder at me. "C'mon, Sammy, give me a break."

With a huff, Sam stalks away and Dean turns back to me. "I gotta go, Sarah. Sorry..."

I pout, just a little. "Sure, that's OK."

He leans down and that amazing mouth finds mine again for another slow, toe-curling kiss. When he draws away, I'm completely dazed.

"Maybe I'll see you later," he says, giving me an adorable smile as he pulls on his jacket.

"Yeah," I murmur, barely able to keep my feet. "I'll be around."

I sink back onto the stool, my fingers trembling as I touch my kiss swollen lips. Watching him walk away, I wonder if I'll ever see him again. That kiss was …

Wow.

**Next up: the Crossroads Demon from All Hell Breaks Loose Part 2.