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A/N: This is my first attempt at a one shot and it might turn into an actual story if I get enough feed back on it. So, please, if you like it, drop me a review or just follow. Sorry if there are still typos. I've edited it since the first time I posted it, but I'm far from perfect.

Sleeping With The Ally

Chapter 1: Breaking the Promise

The bar was hot, smoky and reeked of cigarettes and alcohol. The bartender kept hitting on her and the beer tasted watered down, but Maria Morris wouldn't want to be anywhere else at the moment. After dealing with a ghost that was terrorizing a family nearby, this was exactly what she needed. She was unaware of the man sitting two stools down. He was taking in her wavy brown hair and the attractive profile of her oval face. As she stared at the tv mounted on the wall, the bar lights glinted off of her eyes showing off the hints of brown within their green.

She finished off the watered down beer and waved her hand to the bartender. "Another beer honey?" he asked as he walked over while cleaning a glass. Mmm she's smokin'. Because of his loud thoughts she didn't have to look up to know that he was undressing her with his eyes. The lacy hunter green v-neck tank top and the dark denim jacket she wore over it left little to the imagination anyways.

"No. Jack and coke please." She smiled at the guy. Keep drinkin' baby. I'll be in your pretty little panties by closin' time. His thoughts hit her and she felt like shaking her head at him, but she had actually heard worse before. He wasn't bad looking, just kind of ordinary. The name tag on his shirt simply said Mike. She thought, for a split second, about leaving the bar with him, but quickly changed her mind. "Oh and uh Mike," he turned back around from fixing her drink, "Leave the water out of it would ya?"

Mike chuckled and grabbed an unopened bottle of Jack off the shelf. He made her drink right in front of her. "Tell you what, since you figured me out it's on the house for the rest of the night." He said with a smile that made her cringe away. Some men just didn't know how to invite a woman in. His thoughts aside, he just wasn't that good at attracting her. Maybe I should just slip a roofie into her next drink. Her stomach turned and a sneer appeared on her face. His thought sounded so nonchalant, he wasn't kidding. He really would roofie her.

"Tell you what, Mike, since I figured you out and you were never going to get into my pants anyway, this will be my last one for the night." He stood there, his mouth agape, as she reached over, grabbed the bottle of Jack and pored more into her glass of coke. "Thanks." She said with a wink before she hopped down off the stool and found a dark table in the back.

The guy that had been sitting at the bar with her snickered at the bartender. The bartender gave him a nasty look. The guy just kept chuckling as he grabbed his drink and looked around the room to find the girl that caught his eye tonight. He found her sitting at her table with an old pink notebook in front of her. He just watched her for a few minutes as she scribbled down words. Her brows were drawn together in thought. She was so engrossed in what she was writing that she didn't even notice him standing at her table.

"Excuse me miss." She jumped not having heard him walk up. Her eyes locked on his. Now he's definitely not ordinary. She thought with a small smile up at him, purposely blocking out his thoughts for fear of his thoughts ruining it. "Mind if I sit here? The bar's kinda crowded." Her eyes shifted to the nearly empty bar then across the dozen empty tables scattered across the room. She did notice another, longer haired man, sitting at a table playing on his laptop. She locked her eyes on the man standing across from her and raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, sure, since it's soo crowded that you have no place else to sit." He smiled to himself and scratched the back of his head. The smile lines near his eyes accentuated his bright green eyes.

He slid into the chair next to her at the square table with his beer in hand. "Sorry, guess my pick up lines are a bit rusty." He said trying to take a smooth peek at the book she had been writing in, but she closed it, smiled up at him and slipped it into the messenger bag that was thrown over her shoulder.

"It's fine. You still did better than bartender boy." She said with nod toward Mike who was not so discreetly watching them. She saw the man at the computer glance over at them a few times. "That your friend?" she asked with a nod at him.

"Oh, yeah, that's my brother, Sam. I'm Dean." He said as he looked across his shoulder at her and smiled. She had started doodling on her hand with her pen to avoid looking at Dean. He was cute, too cute. If she wasn't careful she would be pulling him out of the bar and to her hotel room, and she couldn't do that. She had promised her bother, on his death bed, that she wouldn't sleep around anymore. It was one of the reasons he was dead now and she couldn't break that promise. "Your name?" he asked.

She shook her head clear of her thoughts not realizing that she had zoned out. "Maggie." She used one of her many aliases. Maggie was the one she used on social occasions like this. Realizing that she needed something to distract herself from her thoughts, she stopped doodling on herself and tucked the pen into her bag. Her eyes moved from her hands on the table to his eyes, then back again. "Hey, this is gonna seem forward of me, but are you single, married or in a relationship of any kind with anyone?" she asked and he choked on his beer.

"I'm completely single." He said still looking at her like she was crazy and in all reality she might be, just a little. "Why?" he was confused and she smiled a devious smile.

"Bartender boy has it bad for me." Dean still looked confused. "I'm in the mood to mess with somebody and I don't appreciate watered down alcohol." Or someone thinking about putting roofies in my drink. She thought to herself. "Mind if I use you?" Surprise shot across his face. She thought for a split second that he was going to say no.

"Baby, you can use me anytime." She laughed at the expression that took over his face, like he knew he was about to get some.

"Slow your roll Romeo." She laughed. "All I'm asking for is a make out session after I flaunt myself in front of bartender boy."

"You're a serious whackadoodle ." She was sure after those words that he was going to walk away. "I kinda like it." She laughed, a sweet, comical laugh that brought on more smile lines from Dean.

"Okay, cool." She said as she stood up and shucked off her denim jacket to put it on the back of her chair. "When I motion for you, come over and follow my lead." She didn't know how this was going to turn out, but the thrill of it was enough to keep her mind off of actually sleeping with Dean. She winked at him and flipped her long, wavy ponytail before she walked off to sit at the bar again. This was all it took to get the bartenders attention.

"Thought that was your last one." He said not able to hide the fact that he was thrilled that she was back. Order another, I'll be spankin' that ass all night.

It took everything in her not to pull the pistol out of the holster on her ankle and shoot him then and there. "Yeah well, I have a tendency to over react. I'm sorry. It's just… I've been having such a bad day. A bad week really." The bartender, who's back had been facing her, turned around and raised an eyebrow at her sad tone.

"That so?" he asked and she nodded sadly. "Wanna talk about it sweetie?" She inwardly flinched from him calling her sweetie, but she didn't let it show. She just looked down at the well used bar and nodded. "So tell big Mike all about it." He said putting his forearms on the bar to lean down and be face to face with her.

"Well, my dating life has just sucked here lately. It just seems like every guy I come across is either happily taken or married and doesn't want to be." He gave her a sympathetic look. "I'm just so tired of being alone. I just…" she straightened her back and gave him the most seductive look she could muster for such a disgusting man. "I need someone to cuff me and spank me all…night." Her not so conservative words caught him off guard before a sick smile spread across his face.

"Really baby doll?" he asked and she smiled, putting her face dangerously close to his.

"Yeah," she said biting her lip as she propped her head up on her elbow and used her other hand to motion to Dean behind her back. "and I think I found someone to do that for me." She said sliding her tongue along her top lip.

"Yeah?" he asked. oh yeah, bring that sexy ass over here to big mike.

"Uh huh." It was at that time that Dean walked up and put his arm around her waist.

"Hey baby." Dean said with a smile when she looked at him.

"Mm, hey." She smiled before she grabbed his open jacket with both her hands and pulled him into her. His lips met hers with a fiery passion that she wasn't expecting. What she had been expecting was to have to lead Dean in the right direction, for her to take control and make Dean look good. Instead it was the other way around. He was controlling her.

She felt her hands slide around his neck, her fingertips fiddling with his gelled hair. His hands gripped her waist. Before she knew it his tongue was in her mouth. He tasted of beer, but she didn't mind. Just like he didn't mind a woman that tasted of whiskey.

She felt one of her hands slide down his hard chest as his hands moved to grip her outer thigh. Still sitting on the stool she wrapped her leg around his. She almost moaned when she felt his warm tongue side along her bottom lip.

This was bad. He was too good. She wouldn't be able to resist. That's when she heard the bartender clear his throat.

She was out of breath when she and Dean pulled back, not looking at Mike. He could see the surprise on her face and he smiled. She couldn't help but smile back as she looked into his eyes. Better then you thought huh baby? She heard Dean, but didn't see his lips move. It confused her before she realized she had dropped the barrier that she had sat up around his thoughts.

She smirked at him before her eyes went to see an angry looking bartender staring at the both of them. God damn pretty boys always get the girls. Hope he kills the fucking bitch.

She made herself smile kindly at Mike before she leaned into Dean, gave him one long kiss then stalked over to their table and grabbed her bag and jacket before leaving the bar.

Dean winked at Sam before following her out. When he got outside he found her leaning against a nice car laughing. "He looked so pissed." She said with a chuckle and Dean only half smiled. "What?" She asked noticing his change in mood.

"Don't you think that was a little mean?" He asked and she shook her head taking in the fullness of his lips that she neglected to notice until then. "I mean, what did the guy ever do to you?"

She stopped smiling. "He was going to roofie and rape me. He's lucky I didn't..." she stopped talking and sighed before she revealed too much. "You know what, never mind. Thanks for the fun. Have a nice night." She said pushing off of the hood of the cobalt blue car where she had been leaning. Dean had thought this was someone else's car and she was just leaning on it, but she walked around and pulled open the door with keys in her hand.

"Whoa, this is your car?" He asked taking in the white racing stripes.

"Yeah, my mom bought it new when I was nine." She explained. "What kind of car do you drive?" She asked, subconsciously wanting to hang out with Dean a little longer.

"67 Impala." He stated and she smiled as she asked him what kind of car hers was. "91 Camaro." He guessed.

"92, but close enough." She laughed.

"Wanna take me for a ride?" His eyes sparkled with a double meaning and she wanted to read his thoughts, see if they were bad, but she couldn't. If he was thinking decent thoughts, then she might not be able to resist him as well as she was managing to right now. As it was, her restraint was holding on by a single thread.

"If you really wanna go on one, sure." His smile lines returned. "I'll take you home if you want." She suggested not realizing until after she said it that he could take another meaning from her words.

"Be right back." He said as he pulled his keys out of his pocket and headed to the bar. He returned a minute later to see her already in the cranked car. So he helped himself to the passenger seat. "Can I drive?" He asked and she looked ad him like he was crazy.

"No one drives Drake but me." She said as she put it in gear and headed down the only road that lead away from the bar.

Dean laughed making her smirk too. "You named your car?" He asked with amusement in his voice.

"No," she said with a laugh, "my mom did. She said it was the name of her first boyfriend or something." Dean just shook his head and looked at the well kept original interior. "So where am I taking you hot shot?"

"The Stratford motor inn. Room 17." He directed and she tried to ignore the fact that it was the same hotel she was staying in. Instead she kept her mouth shut and kept driving. the inn wasn't far from the bar, so they didn't have to worry about making conversation.

When she pulled into the drive and parked in front of room 25 he looked at her confused. She said nothing as she got out and went to her door. "I guess this is goodnight." She said with a smile that he returned as he stepped closer to her. She couldn't take her eyes off of his, that was until they slid down to his lips. Damn, I really wanna kiss those lips. She thought and before she could think her body acted on her thoughts.

Her lips met his, the kiss less rushed than it had been at the bar. There was no one to impress now. Just her and Dean. His hands grabbed her hips and pushed her against the door while one of her hands gripped his neck and the other rested on his face.

She slightly parted her lips hoping he would take the hint, and he did. His tongue found hers starting the fight for control. The longer they kissed the more urgent it became.

So she broke it off, pulled the key card out of her pocket and slid it into the lock. Instead of turning green like it should have, the light turned red. "Damn it." She sighed as he brushed her ponytail out of the way and started kissing her neck. She tried again, red light. "Oh for heavens sake." She said and handed him the card. "You try please before I break the damn thing." She moved out of the way and watched as he slowly slid the card into the slot and jerked it out.

The light turned green and he opened the door. "These things can be a little tricky." She knew that already, but she wasn't going to mention it.

Instead she grabbed him by his jacket like she had in the bar and pulled him into the room. As soon as the door was closed she pulled it off of his shoulders and tossed it aside.

Some people liked to have sex in the dark, but she didn't. So she flicked the lamp on and kicked off her converse while he did the same with his boots. His eyebrows raised when she un-strapped the pistol from her ankle. "A girls gotta protect herself." She said as she took a seat on the bed and beckoned him over with her finger.

He walked over to stand between her knees as he kissed her and slid his hands beneath her shirt. They broke the kiss long enough to take off each others shirts. Then his lips were back on hers. Eagerly, he moved to kissing her neck again. This was different for her. Usually the men she slept with just wanted to get the deed done and move on. But Dean, he wanted to make it last. To build her up until she couldn't take anymore.

He moved painfully slow as he unzipped her pants and slid them down then followed with her read lace panties. She did the same with his pants, just faster and he smirked at her in the dim light of the cheep lamp.

He was even slower about easing her down onto her back before he climbed on top of her. She squeaked and nearly lost it when he finally sank into her. She bit down on his strong shoulder to stifle her sounds. When she did it pulled a sexy grunt from him. Suddenly all of his restraint was gone as he started driving into her faster. She had figured out was turned him on and she wasn't going to stop. With her legs wrapped around him she flipped them over so she was on top.

His hands instantly found her chest, but he had to move them when she leaned down and bit his peck muscle right next to his nipple. That's when she saw his tattoo. She didn't have to guess about what it was, because the same symbol hung around her neck at all times. The anti possession symbol. She was sleeping with a hunter. She hissed and sat up with the realization, but he took it as a noise of arousal. A part of her wanted to jump off of him and run for the hills. But another, much bigger part, kept her in place, enjoying what he was doing to her.

So she gave in and resumed her biting. When he could no longer take anymore he flipped them back over, grabbed her hands and held them against the bed above her head. His lips and teeth assaulted her neck and chest while he drove her into ecstasy.

They both lay on the bed, sweaty and out of breath. She glanced over at him, remembering his tattoo as she started playing with the necklace her brother had given her. It matched the symbol on the mans chest to a T. She propped herself up on her elbow and started tracing the outline of the star. "Do you know what this symbol is for?" she asked and Dean glanced up at her.

"Yeah, do you?" he quizzed with tired, suspicious eye and she answered by lifting up her necklace. "Hunter?" he asked and she nodded. "Huh. That explains the gun." He said and they both started laughing.