Hello, Darlings! I know, I haven't updated Don't Let Him Find Out or Wayward Child in a while.. School's got me stretched in ten different directions and some jackass is spreading rumours again. Oh the joy of high school. Anyway, the inspiration fairy isn't cooperating with those stories at the moment, but I really am trying to get something out.

This is based on an RP I did with someone on Omegle. The prompt for that was "Dean goes into a bar and flirts with a girl. Someone has slipped a date rape drug into her drink." Set pre-series. Hope you like it.

Depending on whether or not anyone likes it, this may or may not end up being a multi chapter story.

Dean scanned the bar for "hot chicks" upon arrival, his eyes settling on a dark haired woman in a pair of worn blue jeans and a leather jacket. She was sitting alone at the bar, holding a shot glass in one hand. He decided to approach her.

"So you like your liquor," the woman shrugged, not looking up at him, "Mind if I sit with you?"

She shrugged again, but looked at him this time, "Sure."

He took the stool beside her and flagged down the bartender, ordering whatever the girl had got. He got a shot glass full of whiskey, raising it to the girl, "Well, to a good night."

The girl's blue eyes flicked up to his and held his gaze as she mirrors his action and tosses back the drink, "I'm Rhiannon. Rhia for short. I didn't catch your name."

"I'm Dean," he answered with a flirty grin. Then he glanced around the bar, "If you don't mind me asking, what are you doing here alone so late at night? It'd be safer if you had someone with you."

She looked at him, eyelids slightly drooping, "I like this bar," she slurred. Dean sat back a bit. Alcohol took longer than that to take effect, and Rhia had been perfectly sober a second ago. He was dealing with something else.

"Rhia, where do you live?" he asked quietly.

"Ith'nk 've b'n drugged," she slurred. Her eyelids grew heavier, and she started to tip forward before Dean grabbed her by her shoulders.

"Think, Rhia. I need to get you out of here. What is your address?" he pleaded, not wanting to take her to the motel he was staying at.

"49 Jac'bs'n str't," she muttered before falling forward, head hitting his shoulder.

Dean tossed a small wad of cash on the counter before gathering the barely conscious Rhiannon into his arms and making his way out the door and walking towards Jacobsen Street as quickly as he could manage. He didn't like how vulnerable they were like this. If somebody came after them, he'd be completely helpless to protect them.

Three blocks down, he came to a little white house marked 49. It took him a minute to dig the key out of Rhia's pocket without dropping her, but once he did, he quickly brought her in and kicked the door shut.

All the doors were closed, so Dean laid Rhia onto the couch while he locked the door. Then he started looking for her bedroom, which turned out to be the last door in the hallway. Dean headed back into the living room and got Rhia, who was now completely unconscious, before putting her to bed.

He laid the drugged girl on her side, in case she threw up, and poured her a glass of water from the kitchen. Then, not wanting to leave her alone but also not wanting to scare her when she woke up, he sat down on the unoccupied side of the bed and started playing a game on his phone.

Six hours later, Rhia finally woke up with a fuzzy, pounding head and an awful knot in her stomach. But even with that, the first thing she noticed was the stranger sitting in her bed.

She bolted upright, an action that she learned was a mistake when a wave of dizziness washed over her. Dean seemed to notice it instantly, because he didn't hesitate to put a steady hand between her shoulder blades.

"Take it easy," he said softly, "Do you remember anything from last night?"

Rhia shook her head. He nodded and patiently explained what happened, "My name is Dean. We met at the bar last night. Somebody drugged you, so I took you home and kept an eye on you. Do you know who you are?"

She raised her eyebrows in surprise. He didn't even know her name? How did he know where she lived? Then he told her that he was making sure that the drug hadn't messed up her head, so she answered quietly.

"Rhiannon Walker."

"What's your street address?"

"49 Jacobsen Street."

He held up three fingers and made her tell him the number. Then he asked her to touch her nose with one finger, then his. Most of these tests were just annoying.

"Seems like it didn't mess anything up too badly, but I don't feel comfortable leaving you alone until I know that it's completely out of your system. That could take two or three days depending on how much you were given. Do you have anyone you could stay with?"

Rhia shook her head, "Family's dead, and I don't have any friends here."

"Is there anyone nearby? I don't want to make you uncomfortable by crashing in your house."

She shook her head again, "I don't mind letting you stay here for a few days. In fact, I agree with what you're saying. I don't want to be left alone either."

Dean jumped up and took Rhia's hand with surprising gentleness, "Okay. Then I'll stay here. You good to walk?"

She nodded yet again, but when he pulled her to her feet, she stumbled and fell against his chest, "Never mind, then," she muttered before staring up at him in concern, "My feet are numb."

"I think that's a side effect of the drug. Based on that and how fast it took effect, you probably got drugged with Ketamine."

Rubbing her temple with the hand that wasn't clutching Dean's, Rhia glanced up at him, "Okay, good. But how am I supposed to get from here to, say, the kitchen?"

The green-eyed man chuckled heartily, "I'm liking you more and more, Rhia. Two options. One: We take it slow and I make sure you don't fall. Two: I just carry you. The second one won't take as long."

Being the stubborn, independent woman that she was, Rhia grudgingly accepted being helped down the hall. She didn't even want that much assistance, but she knew that she wasn't going to get anywhere on her own.

Standing behind her, Dean held her hand and waist as he guided her down to the kitchen, where she practically collapsed into a chair.

"You hungry? I make a killer omelette," Rhia nodded quickly and Dean chuckled again, "I'll cook. Don't go anywhere, okay?" he teased. Before he did cook, though, he handed Rhia a big glass of water and ordered her to drink the whole thing.

When he emerged from the kitchen with the two steaming plates of food, Rhiannon was slumped over on the table, asleep.

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