Hello wonderful readers.

A warning. This story will be M/F/M. There will be a lot of sex in this story, and said sex will be at times multiple partners, so I'm giving it an M rating. There will be no Wincest.

Between the sex, there will be a slight plot. This takes place sometime during the 5th season. The story is mostly finished so I should be able to post weekly. Please let me know what you think.

Enough talk let's meet the lucky girl.

Bryn sat in the bar watching the people around her. Sighing, she sipped at her drink watching as everyone was oblivious to the fact that she had been stood up, again. Some would think she would be used to it, that it wouldn't hurt anymore. Well they would be wrong. The waitress came over bringing her a fresh drink. Bryn hated how the girl gave her a sad smile.

"That's it." Bryn whispered down at her drink. "No more blind dates. No more web sites. I will just become a crazy old cat lady, I'll just suffer through my allergies." Taking a drink Bryn sighed again. "And too bad this isn't a lot stronger."

The waitress was soon back with another drink. This time when she placed it in front of Bryn her smile was bright and friendly.

"I didn't order this."

"Nope." The waitress looked over toward the pool tables. "It was ordered for you. A message was sent with it." Reaching in her pocket the waitress pulled out a napkin and handed it to Bryn. "Before you read that let me just say that every girl in this place, me included has been trying to catch their eye. You succeeded."

"I've just been sitting here." Bryn whispered. She took the napkin and looked down at neat clean writing.

Someone as beautiful as you shouldn't be sitting alone.

Bryn read and reread the message before glancing up at the waitress. The girl smiled warmly at her, patting her shoulder. "Honey, I know the signs of someone who has been dumped. Been there many times. Seen it even more. So take my advice. Go for it." The waitress squeezed her shoulder before walking away.

Shaking her head Bryn looked back down at the napkin. Things like this didn't happen to her. Bryn slowly raised her head and looked over at the pool tables. There were four of them strategically spaced so as not to bother each other. Two couples were at one. A guy and girl at another. Four guys at the third. Bryn's eyes landed on the last table, which was tucked away slightly in the corner. Two guys. Two completely way beyond her league guys. One was walking around the table studying it. He said something to the other who shrugged, and laughed. Even from this far away Bryn was mesmerized by their smiles. They were both tall, one a little taller than the other. The shorter of the two, also had short hair. His jeans fit him perfectly, not to tight, just enough to show his firm ass. Bryn could feel the blush on her cheeks. Bringing the drink to her lips she took a small drink. She could tell instantly that this wasn't nonalcoholic. She started to push it away, but the waitresses words echoed through her mind. 'Go for it.'

Why shouldn't she? It's just a drink. So she really didn't drink that much. So what? One drink wasn't going to kill her. Bryn took a tentative sip and smiled. The drink tasted like strawberries, but she could taste the slight kick of something. Taking another drink Bryn looked back at the two guys. The taller one had stepped up to the table. His hair was darker than the first, and longer. Like the first his jeans fit him perfectly. Bryn didn't look away this time. She watched as he leaned over, yep perfectly. When he stood he said something the other shrugged. Walking around the table the second one again leaned over to take a shot. But just before he did he raised his head and looked right at her, and smiled.

Bryn just almost fell off her stool. Her heart sped up slightly and she quickly looked away taking another, bigger drink. Before she knew it the strawberry drink was finished and she could feel a nice warmth spreading through her body. She knew she wasn't drunk, not just from one drink, but she was relaxed. In fact relaxed enough to risk another look toward the pool table. Her heart skipped slightly. The shorter one had removed his over shirt to reveal a black t-shirt. A slightly tight black t-shirt.

"So what did you think of the drink?" Bryn jumped and squeaked slightly. The waitress smiled. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

"I was." Oh be honest Bryn. "I was distracted."

The waitress leaned forward slightly and looked toward the table. "I can see why. So why are you still sitting here?"

Bryn shrugged. "I'm not really the…" Bryn sighed, deflating completely. "I'm not really anything."

The waitress sat another drink down, then a napkin next to it. Putting an arm around Bryn's shoulder she said. "Honey you are defiantly something. In fact you are one of the best looking ladies in this dive. And right now the two hottest guys are both hitting on you. I say again, go for it. I sure the hell would."

Before Bryn could say anything the waitress was off again. Bryn looked at the drink, it was different this time. Looking over at the napkin she saw different handwriting but still strong and clear.

We could come there, or you here, your choice.

Bryn instantly looked at the table and gasped slightly. Both of them were leaning against the table looking right at her. Taking a deep breath Bryn slid both napkins in her pocket as she stood. Picking up the drink she slowly made her way toward the pool table. Neither of them moved. They just watched her. The pool tables were up on a landing so Bryn had to take a couple steps up. She still had to look up a little to look them in the eyes.

"Hello." Bryn was a little surprised her voice sounded mostly normal.

The shorter one stepped forward smiling. "Hello. I'm Dean this is my brother Sam."

"Bryn."

"You play?" Dean asked as he moved her closer to the table and Sam, without even touching her.

Now standing between the two very manly men Bryn found her mouth to dry to form words. She took a quick sip of her drink. The flavor of peach erupted in her mouth, but again there was that kick just in the back ground. Hoping she could finally speak Bryn answered. "I've tried, but I'm not very good."

"Maybe because you haven't had good teachers." Where Dean's voice held power and strength, Sam's was complete calm and warmth. He took her glass sitting it on a table with their beers.

Dean took her hand and led her to the end of the table. He turned her so her back was to his chest. Putting his arms around her he guided her hands to clasp the pool stick. His lips were right next to her ear when he said. "First lesson, breaking." Leaning her slightly over the table, his hands covering hers on the stick, he aimed and shot. The balls scattered around the table, she thought she heard one go in.

"She learns fast." Sam smiled.

"Very." Dean didn't let go of her as he repositioned her to one side of the table. "Next lesson, aiming." Bryn's mind was having trouble registering anything that was happening. Leaning over again Dean aimed and shot. Another ball went in.

"Not bad." Sam said, studying the table. "But you really didn't leave yourself a shot."

"There's always a shot Sammy." Dean walked Bryn to the other side of the table. Bryn tried to focus on the table, but her mind was way too focused on the heat behind her and the smell surrounding her. "Third lesson, if you don't have a shot, don't leave one for your opponent." Taking aim he shot. The que ball rolled around the table a few times before finally stopping. Dean stood letting go of Bryn. "Good luck with that Sam."

Sam rolled his eyes as he walked up next to Bryn. "Dean's right, there's always a shot." He took Bryn's hand and walked her to the end of the table. Standing behind her, he positioned her hands as Dean had.

"I don't see a shot." Bryn whispered.

Sam smiled, his mouth right next to her ear. "You will." He shifted her slightly moving the stick just enough that it hit the side of the que ball. She watched in amazement as the white ball spun out from behind the two balls it was hidden behind. Hitting the side it rolled over and hit another ball making it fall into a pocket.

"Show off." Dean grumbled, then waved his hand.

The game went on like that. Bryn being passed back and forth between the brothers. She kept waiting for that little warning voice in her mind to scream at her. But it never came. Instead she found herself laughing whenever Sam left Dean with a bad shot. Giggling when Dean would do the same. After four games the brothers were tied in wins. Finally free of their arms Bryn glanced at her watch. It was after midnight. She hadn't realized she said anything until Sam moved closer to her and asked.

"Something wrong?"

"The last bus ran about fifteen minutes ago." Bryn sighed, pulling out her phone. "Guess I'm calling a cab."

Dean's hand covered hers keeping her from dialing. "Or, we could drive you home." His very presence seemed to envelope her, making it hard to move. Glancing at Sam she was completely lost. She slowly nodded.