What is a pretty lady like yourself doing in a place like this?

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Author's Note: I felt like Dean needed his perspective on Elizabeth as Elizabeth had one on him lol anyways...

Dean's POV

Wow she's so beautiful. Her Brown hair looked silky smooth and soft- wait what am I saying?!??! We're on a job Dean!!!! Come on!!!! Focus we have to figure out what we're hunting so we can find Dad. "Dean?!? Hello?!? Can you hear me?" Sam brought me out of my thoughts. "Huh oh yeah well what do you got?" I mean I get that we are looking for Dad and this whole search just turned into a job, we have been at this bar for hours and I was getting tired and bored. I try to look interested but in all reality I'm looking at that beautiful girl over there sitting at a table all by herself.  I ignored Sam some more and walked over to her table. 


"Hi", I smiled and leaned on her table. I was thinking of a decent pick up line and the first one that pops into my head is genius!!! "So I was wondering-" "What is a pretty lady like me doing in a bar like this all by myself?" She interrupted and it sounded like she's been told this one more than a few times. "Uh..... yyyyyeeeessssss??" It sounded like a question more than a confident answer. Crap!! "Well I'm here on some business and I don't have time for guys at the moment but thanks for the compliment handsome." She looked like she was having an internal battle with herself. She glanced down at her beer with a smile and her cheeks were a light shade of pink. 

After for what seemed like forever, Sam came up behind me, " Dean seriously leave the girl alone." I turn around with annoyed face. "Look Sam I'm just trying to have some fun. Maybe you should to." I turn around to see the girl stand up and chugging the rest of her beer. "Well it was nice meeting you Sam and Dean Winchester." She put the empty bottle down on the table and walked away with so much sexiness and sass. "Did you tell her your name? Did you tell her my name?" Sam looked at me with confusion. I looked down to think back if I told her my last name. When I realized I hadn't it worried me, so I ran out of the bar with Sam following me and stopped her in the parking lot. 

I pulled my gun from my waist band and clicked the safety off.  "How did you know our names?" She  held up her hands and turned around. She smiled and said," Lucky guess." Me and Sam inched closer. "Who the hell are you?" Sam said from behind me with anger and venom in his voice. She stopped smiling and then she dropped her hands and laughed a little. "My name is Elizabeth. I know who y'all are by Bobby Singer. You may not remember him, but if you look in your father's journal you'll find him." She bowed and turned around, before she could get away I ran in front of her and she slammed into me. She looked up at me with confusion and I saw a slight pink in her cheeks but I ignored it, "How do you know Bobby? How did you know that our Dad has a journal?" She looked down and sighed, "Like I said before, Bobby talked about you guys from time to time, sometimes even your Dad too. I'm a hunter just like you guys and Bobby okay." I looked at Sam and we both nodded and he put his gun down and I tucked mine into my waist band.

Well she is one smart ass hunter... 



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