A/N: Hey boys and girls! Sorry about the wait, I've been busy with this full time job of mine. Gosh who knew a full time job meant you couldn't be bothered to write! I honestly don't know how my parents raised me and my brothers while keeping up with a full time job. It's Hard!

Anywhoo! Here my lovelies is the new chapter for those of you who like reading but don't leave me a review bad readers! So this is mainly Phee trying to balls up and call dean and a bit more of the flashback. Chapter title is Just Tonight by The Pretty Reckless.

Oh, and the deets on Phee's tatt are on my profile page!

Disclaimer: As per usual, I own nothing and that makes me sad!

Just Tonight

She wobbled out of the bar on her high heels, her breath smelling of the ten or so shots of tequila and the eight or so coronas. She stumbled a bit, her top flashing the tops of her breasts to the sober dark haired man holding her upright. The man grinned at their display and wrapped an arm around her waist, tighter than she would have liked.

"So... where is your place?" she asked huskily, trying not to slur her words. "This way," he grinned leading her down an alleyway next to the bar.

Dean's p.o.v

Dean was following the dark haired man and the attractive young woman he had pulled so easily at the bar. He was following quietly in the shadows, watching her rub herself on him like any other drunken young woman who was horny. That's when he noticed the resemblance. The resemblance to the pretty young female Forensics officer from the crime scene yesterday.

And then she shook her head laughing and her hair fell away from the back of her neck, and a tattoo there was faintly visible, a pair of angel wings and in between them, a perfectly inked devils trap.

Dean grinned, another player in town. Dad had never told him that there were female hunters. Then he frowned, what was she doing playing bait if she didn't have back up?

O P.O.V

As they left the alley a dingy run down abandoned motel was there across the street. The lights blinked sadly on a drunkenly hanging sign. The motel was in an industrial sector, not far from the bustling night life a few blocks away. "This is where you live?" she sounded plastic, even to her own ears. "Yep, don't worry it's a lot nicer inside," he whispered against her lips his piercing blue gaze boring into hers. She nodded weakly. That's what he wanted her to do. It's what they all did.

He half dragged half pulled her across the litter strewn parking lot to room number 6. He pulled out a key smirking at her in the shadows. She smiled drunkenly at him. 'Here goes nothing,' she thought her body getting ready to take this asshole down, her face staying in horny drunk mode while her brain fired thoughts around. That's when she saw it a flash of blue from the corner of her eye. A flash of denim. With a hunters instincts she turned her head slowly, surveying the car park.

She saw him then, the young man from the bar, the one pretending to be an F.B.I agent yesterday at the crime scene. She looked at him and he looked back. The dark haired man wrapped an arm around her from behind and her face turned disgusted and the young hunter she was looking at smirked. "What's wrong love?" the dark haired man purred in her ear, kissing her neck. She changed her expression from wary, alert and disgusted, to drunk, docile and scared.

"I thought I saw something, over there," She motioned with her hand the opposite side of the car park from where the young hunter was hiding. She turned in his arms, pressing her chest up against him eagerly. "I thought," she started in a little-girl-lost voice, "I saw somebody walking around over there," she bit her bottom lip and stared up into his face.

"You want me to go check it out love?" He asked brushing the back of his hand against the side of her face. She nodded and bit her trembling bottom lip and he smirked and she watched as his pupils dilated with lust.

"I will then," he nodded to himself, and then his voice and face changed and he became a controlling, seductive man, demanding something from her, "go inside and undress, I want you ready for me when I come back," he spoke domineeringly and he waited glaring, until she assented, before he stalked out the open door, closing it behind him and striding across the car park in the direction she pointed him.

She smirked at the closed door, "What. A. Douche." She muttered aloud shaking her head peering through the flimsy curtains. "Douche," she whispered again before heading across the room hurriedly into the bathroom. She grabbed up an empty water bottle, before pulling a rosary and a slip of paper from her pocket. She grabbed up a jar of thick congealing blood where the dark haired man had left it hiding on a bookcase in the corner of the room. It'll do, she'd feel more comfortable with a couple of guns and a few knives but this'd have to do.

Dean's p.o.v

Dean ducked, swearing silently in his head. Why had he been so careless? But then, How had she noticed him if she was so blitzed?

Never mind, he just had to keep from getting his precious ass killed by this guy. Just as he was giving up hope of getting away unscathed the guy gave up looking for him.

"Drunk Bitch must've been seeing things, oh well, she's still hot as Hell," he then laughed darkly, all traces of an Irish accent gone. 'What a Douche,' thought Dean. As the weird Irish guy was headed back to his room, Dean snuck around the back of the dingy motel. He found Irish guys rooms bathroom easily enough, it was the only room lit. He could tell the flickering golden light was that of candles rather than electric lights.

He shuffled quietly, carrying a duffle, up to the window and peeked in. She was standing by the open bathroom door, her bare back to him. The Irish guy looked furious. Dean pulled the bathroom window open quietly, reaching into his duffle and pulling out a few items before climbing silently through the open window.

O.P.O.V

"I thought I ordered you to undress?" he hissed his blue eyes furious, his face twisted into an ugly sneer. He slammed the door behind him, kicking it closed with his foot, his angry eyes never leaving the fully clothed woman in front of him. She smirked, a bottle of water passing from hand to hand, "I don't remember agreeing to play the part of your puppet," she said insolently.

He growled, low in his throat, as his eyes clouded over, turning black. He marched over and grabbed her roughly by her long dark hair, and pulled her face in close to his own. "Don't disrespect me bitch, this could've been fun for you, now I'm gonna make it hurt," he growled into her smirking face. "yeah?" she asked, "I think it's gonna hurt you a lot more than it's gonna hurt me, Douche," she grinned before throwing the contents of her water bottle in his face and darting across the room. His reaction was instantaneous; he let go of her to clutch at his face in agony, screaming as the water burned him like acid.

"YOU BITCH!" he roared turning to go after her, he caught her grabbing her by the front of her shirt pulling her in close to him. He frowned, confused and she grinned, "that's right asshole, devils trap," she smirked before she threw her fist into his face, kneed him under the chin and stepped back huffing. He stopped clutching his nose, streaming with blood, and looked at the ceiling.

"You fucking bitch," he wheezed, it coming out nasally and muffled. "You're gonna pay when I get out of here, I'm going to rip into that pretty little casing and then I'm gonna see what you're really made of," He grinned evilly his eyes flickering black.

"I'd love to see you try when you're stuck in the pit," she replied smirking. The demon visibly blanched as she chanted aloud. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus," as she was chanting she started choking, the demon was muttering under his breath, black eyes fixed on her, then she was thrown against a wall by an invisible force, pinning her arms and legs.

"omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii," she managed to choke out before her air supply was completely cut off. "Omnis legio, et secta diabolica, ergo Draco maledicte et sectio," Dean stepped into the room, a bottle of holy water in his hand, his deep voice reverberating around the room strongly.

The demon let her go, his head turning to pin Dean with his inky stare, who was then thrown bodily against the flimsy motel wall. "Hey, Asshole!" she called before throwing salt in the demons face. "Ergo draco maledicte et legio secta diabolica," she chanted quickly her eyes on him, throwing the holy water dean had dropped in his face everytime he tried to use his powers on her.

"Ut Ecclésiam tuam secúra tibi fácias servire libertáte," Dean fell the the floor heavily as the demon screamed in pain, the exorcism coming near to the end. "servire libertáte," she glared at him before throwing the rest of the holy water and salt on him, making him scream in intense pain. "Audi Nos," she smirked watching the black cloud of smoke leaving the mans body, as he slumped to the floor.

She wiped her forearm across her sweaty face and chuckled shakily. "Douchebag," she muttered. Her head snapped around when she heard a groan from across the room. She hurried over to see if he was okay, he was facedown and his back was covered in a plaster dust. "Hey dude, you okay?" she asked turning him over. "Ow, that hurt," he groaned grimacing before he grinned at her, green eyes dancing. She smirked, "Thanks for saving my ass," she said smiling bashfully, "didn't realise he had all that demon mojo behind him," she explained grabbing one of his hands and hauling him to his feet.

"S'all good," he replied grimacing in pain, "he still with us?" he asked motioning to the prone form lying not four feet away. "No, poor bastard, he was kinda hot too," she replied shaking her head. He looked at her funny, "what? He was! Shame the accent was fake though," she laughed and helped him over to the door. He laughed and clutched his ribs, a few were probably bruised. "What's your name dude?" she asked grinning at him. "Dean. Dean Winchester," he replied smirking. "Nice to meet you Dean, My names Phoenix. Phoenix Michaels," She smiled brightly at him as the limped away from the run down motel.

End Flashback

Present

She breathed out shakily and brushed a few strands of hair out of her eyes and looked at the number keyed in on her cell phone. 'Now or Never Phee' she told herself and pressed send. She heard the calling tone and almost started hyperventilating.

'Just breathe Phee,' she told herself and then she heard a click as someone answered the phone and a groggy voice. "Hello?" the voice was gravely with sleep and she could remember the way he looked rubbing sleep out of his perfect green eyes and she breathed in sharply.

"Dean?" she asked quietly, afraid if she spoke louder he could hear her thoughts. "Yeah, Who'sis?" he asked and she could see him in her head rubbing his face with his hand, trying to wake up. "Uh.. It's um, it's Phee," she said biting her bottom lip and fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.

"Phee?" He asked, cogs whirring. He sat up and looked across the room to where his younger brother was sitting at the table looking at him confused. "Uh, what's up?" he asked gently looking at same and motioning for him to stop listening in.

Phoenix leant against the hood of her car and breathed out, "um, well, we – Caleb, Siren and I, we were, um, well we were just wanting to make sure that you've got this job covered". She breathed out and hated herself for sounding like a schoolgirl. "We were just passing through on our way to LA so we just happened upon it, we just wanted to make sure you're cool with taking care of it is all," she winced, hating that she sounded like such an idiot.

"So your were just checking to see if we needed any help?" asked Dean frowning. "Uh, yeah," came the tinny reply. He frowned even more, "Oh, okay, I just thought –" he caught himself. "Never mind, doesn't matter what I thought," He grimaced and rubbed his face, "We're okay to handle this one, but we'll be sure to give you a call if we need help in future," He laughed humourlessly.

Phee rolled her eyes at him. Always acting the martyr, "jesus Dean, I didn't even want to call you, Siren pretty much blackmailed me into it. I mean, you were the one that caused all this shit so forgive me if I'm not entirely sure I want to jump right back into the saddle with you y'know".

She sighed, "Sorry, I just, Sirens dad was killed a couple weeks ago and I'm trying to help her through it by taking some vacation time you know, but she's making it difficult. Pretending like I didn't see her fall apart after it happened and then trying to force this job on me. She's going through a hard time, and I'm currently joining her of planet self-pity. Look I'm just, Sorry okay?" She asked squeezing the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger.

"yeah, I am too Phee," Dean replied his head in his hand, elbow on knee. "look, if it'll help you guys are welcome to help us out with this case," he said smiling slightly at her snort. "It might," she replied laughing a little. "We're at the Olympic motel, room 12," he replied laughing too. "Be there soon," she replied. And he smiled before he coughed slightly to cover the awkwardness he felt when he signed off with "Yeah see ya," instead of the way they used to sign off.

"Yeah, see ya," she replied her smile gone and tears in her eyes. She hung up the phone, wiped her face and headed back up to their room to tell the others.