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Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. If I did, this would be canon, and you could watch it in the show.

"Oh my god, that's-" Yep, the Death Dealer's symbol," Dean cut in, taking a sip of his beer.

"Dean, what are we gonna do? If she's the demon, she could be picking a new target!" Sam said in adamantly.

"Let's not over react here Sammy. Did you see one on the other sister?"

"What? No!" Dean rolled his eyes at Sam's floundering.

"Geeze, Sammy, could you be more of a boy scout? Are we even related?" He asked. "Ok, look, I'm gonna go over there and talk to her. You, stay here or go back to the motel and wait for me."

"Dean are you serious? We just said she could be a demon!" Sam reminded his brother as he polished off the rest of his beer.

"Yeah, so who better than me, so stop cockblockin' me dude!" Dean hissed back, already heading over to the bar and ignoring his younger brother.

"Can I get another beer? You want one?" The blonde beside him gave Dean the once over look before leaning her hip against the bar.

"What are you, some crazy stalker?" Dean laughed a little as he took his new beer from the bartender.

"Don't get so worked up, it's a small town."

"And of all the gin joints, in all the world," Dean barked out a laugh again as Nicki smirked oddly at him.

"I'm just tryin' to be nice," He said, holding up his hands.

"Hmm…then why do I get the distinct impression your tryin' to work me?" Nicki questioned, kicking back the brown contents of her shot glass and called to the bartender, "Play it again, Sam."

"What makes you think I'm working you?" Dean asked, honestly interested.

"Well, for starters, you gave me a fake name the first time we met. Your real name sounds like a fake name. You say you're a cop but you don't dress like a cop, you don't act like a cop, or give off that distinctive douche bag aura that accompanies most men of the law who are in my company. So I'm gonna go out on a limb and say you're not a cop, which would make you a five by five liar. Which begs the question as to what you really are, what you're lying about, and why you feel the need to lie?" She analyzed casually.

"You're a little paranoid aren't you?" Dean quipped as she killed her second shot.

"Hey, just because I'm paranoid, doesn't mean people aren't after me*. I'll take that beer now." Dean's smile widened, flashing pearly whites at her.

"You don't trust me, but your still gonna let me buy you a drink?"

"I'm suspicious, not stupid. I'm not gonna turn down free alcohol. Besides, everyone's a liar. You're a liar, I'm a liar. Just depends on what you're willing to lie about that makes you a bad person or not." Dean's smile changed into one of fascination as he leaned against the bar with her, giving her an odd look.

"You are a very strange chick."

"I'm not strange. I'm just not normal. Which I guess by definition would make me strange? Oh well, normal people suck anyway."

"Here, here, down with normal people!" Nicki threw her head back a little and laughed. Dean smirked before clinking his beer bottle with her. He liked her. She was definitely different than most women he had meet in his very long list of exploits over the years. Dean was going be super bummed if she was a demon and had to send her back to hell. He might actually miss her.

After another couple rounds of drinks, Dean had come up with a plan to test his possibly new demon friend. He went over to his brother, who still sat at their table with a mildly disapproving look, and told him that if he didn't call or text him in ten minutes to come after him. Sam begrudgingly agreed and the older Winchester walked out the back of the bar with the blonde.

"So hot stuff, where too?" The blonde asked walking backwards in front of Dean. The heels of her boots clicking against the pavement being the only sound echoing through the mild night. He smirked a little and stepped closer to take her arm, leading her into a side alley beside the bar.

"Who says we have to go anywhere?" He asked, leaning in close to her ear, so close that he could feel her laugh against his chest as he pinned her weakly against the wall with his hands on her waist.

"Ooo, sorry sweetheart, alleys don't really put me in the mood." Dean laughed this time and stepped back a little.

"What's this tattoo mean?" He asked, trying to sound casual as his thumb pushed up the hem of her blouse and caressed the mark he found on her pelvis earlier.

"You really wanna know?" Nicki asked curiously. He nodded, continuing the motion as he looked in her eyes for any change. A giggle came from the blonde as she leaned closer and practically whispered in his ear, "It's a symbol, an ancient one. It's the mark of something called a Death Dealer." Dean nodded again, letting go of her waist and putting his hand in his jacket as he took a few steps back.

"Thought so,"

Out of Dean's jacket flew an open vial of holy water and his gun. Both aimed at the blonde who screamed.

"AH! Son of a bitch! Did you just throw holy water at me?" Dean blinked stupidly as nothing happened and lowered his gun.

"Um…ok. Not a demon…"

"You think I'm a demon!" Nicki screamed at him, trying to dust the holy water out of her. "Man, this shit better not stain! This is one of my favorite fucking shirts. You couldn't have picked something a little less assault like jack ass?"

"Look I'm sorry, but do you really need to be yelling this much?" Dean started, but not really knowing what the proper apology etiquette was for a throwing holy water in a girl's face, and also not wanting to alert any unnecessary attention.

"You threw holy water at me!"

"Hey, don't get so pissed off! I was doing my job! How could I have been sure you weren't a demon?" Dean yelled back.

"Could have asked?" She yelled back.

"Yeah right, like you would have known a damn thing about what I was talkin' about or not lied if I asked!"

Nicki sighed angrily and yanked up her shoulder length hair. "Look!" Behind her right ear, normally hidden by blonde hair and a few silver hoops and bar bell in the hard cartilage, a word curved around the base of said ear. Christo.

Dean stepped back from her a little ashamed. "Ok, so maybe you would know what I was talkin' about…" Dean said in a way of apology. It was something that he was never good at. Sammy was always the one that did the apologizing for them. "Listen, I'm sorry. My brother and I, we just came to help and find out what killed you cousin so it doesn't happen to anyone else. That's all. I didn't mean to cause you any trouble."

"You fuckin' suck at this apology thing. Can't believe I was this close to letting you get in my pants." Dean cursed under his breath as he heard the last part mumbled under her breath. "So let's hear it genius, what made you want to through holy water on me?" Nicki asked, crossing her arms. Dean looked around a little nervously; not believing he was saying this.

"The thing that my brother and I think killed your cousin and that other guy was a Death Dealer. You have the mark, thought you were it."

"Well that's just stupid." Dean furrowed his brows at her.

"You willingly tattoo a demon mark on to your body? Do you realize how stupid that is?"

"Do you really want to get into a pissing match over this when you take strangers you think are demons into the middle of an alley and throw holy water on them?"

"Again, sorry, but let's just agree that we are both at fault here."

"I got a tattoo. You assaulted me with Catholic paraphernalia. Not really seenin' the immediate connection here,"

Dean rubbed his hands over his face and back to his hair. He was about to start yelling some more when a piercing scream cut through the night. "You stay here," Dean ordered before taking off down the alley.

"Hey! I'm not through yelling at you!" He didn't stop as the blonde yelled after him or see her throw her hands up in exasperation.

Dean cut around the corner across the back of the bar just as Sam was coming out. Guess his ten minutes were up.

"Dean? What's going on, what happened?"

"It's not her, something's going on, we gotta go now." Dean filled in his brother as they ran toward where he had heard the screaming.

About a half a block away, in what would probably have been a sunny park during the day, an ominous dark figure held a woman in probably her late forties on her knees by the throat. "Hey big guy!" The demon turned his attention towards the brothers as Dean pulled his gun on it. The dark creature did not seem to be fearful of them and with just his free hand propelled the older Winchester several feet back in the air.

"Dean!" Sam moved to help his brother, who only yelled back,

"Sam shoot the son of a bitch!" Sam stopped, turned, and started to empty rounds in the demon, but to no avail. The demon just released its victim in a clump and turned on the other Winchester, sending him over to his brother with just as much effortless force.

"It's not working! Dean, give me some holy water!" Sam urged as he tried to scramble back on his feet.

"I'm out!" Dean yelled back holding his gun out to shot again. He knew it wouldn't stop him, but it might slow him down.

"What do you mean out?" Sam asked, but started shooting again.

"I mean I used it!"

"On what?"

"On me," The boys turned around as they heard guns cocked behind them, "you might wanna duck." The boys looked at each other quickly before falling to the ground under a hail of gun fire.

Woot! Double post! Anyway, I would love to know what you thought and all reviews and critiques will be loved and appreciated as always! Thanks! ^_^

*- This is a quote from Kurt Cobain, the former lead singer of Nirvana. I figure Dean with his all things rock knowledge that he would appreciate it.(Also, side note, Casablanca references ^_^)
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