The Roadhouse. Dean sat at the bar sipping on a glass of whiskey while Ellen and Sam talked about a case a couple of towns over. Dean was bored out of his mind when finally you walked in with Jo, you and Jo were Ellens daughters. He smirked slightly when you walked over to him while Jo stayed back joining Sam and Ellen.

“Dean, long time no see.” you stood behind the bar and began cleaning glasses with a rag in-front of him. He chuckled lowly before responding, “yeah it has been a while.” He watched you clean the glasses his eyes wandering down to your exposed chest that your tank top was halfway covering.

Damn it, he thought to himself.

He pushed the thoughts aside turning to look away from you, “so, Ellen let you go hunting yet?” he watched as your eyes flickered up to his then back down to the glass before you responded, “She has once.. why? need a hand on the case in town?” He nodded looking over the rim of his glass as he took another drink. “maybe we could.”

He watched your nod, “you interested? could help get some information..” You bit your bottom lip in thought, “yeah.. okay i could do that.” His smirk returned back to his face, “perfect. you can share a motel room with me.”