Requested by @BexiBug

A/n - I'm sorry it took me awhile, I've been pretty busy with school and work. I hope this is what you imagined! Thanks for requesting!

Imagine...

Word Count: 862

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Purse in hand, you take a seat at the bar and smile at the bartender. 

"What can I get for you?"

You hum thoughtfully before answering, "F/d, thanks."

"Coming right up," the bartender turns his back and starts to make your drink. As you watch with little interest, a man sits on the chair beside you.

Out of the corner of your eye, you observe his features. He has brown hair and green eyes, and wears a pale red flannel. You notice his eyes on you, which makes you smirk.

You thank the bartender as he hands you the drink. He then looks to the newcomer and asks him what he'll be having. 

"Just a beer," then man answers in a low voice.

Idly, you take a small sip of your drink as the green-eyed man fully turns to you.

"Hey," he greets.

You smile at him, "Hi."

"I hope you don't mind my saying this, but you are gorgeous." His voice is slightly slurred, leading you to believe that he is already intoxicated. 

"You sure that isn't the alcohol talking?" You smirk.

He shakes his head, "Even when wasted, I still have excellent taste in women, trust me."

"Uh-huh. What brings you to town? I take it you aren't from around here."

"Hunting, actually."

At this information, your interest peaks. Being yourself a hunter, you are curious to see if he's anyone you know, "A hunter, hmm? What do you hunt, exactly?"

"All sorts of things."

You sip your drink, "Like?"

"You know, deer, rabbits," he pauses, trying to think of other animals to list, "moose, to name a few."

"I didn't peg you as the type to shoot Bambi," you tease.

"'You don't shoot Bambi. You shoot Bambi's mother'," he says seemingly quoting someone. 

Wait, didn't Bobby say that to me when we hunted together? You frown at the thought before asking, "What did you say your name was?"

"Dean Winchester." 

Your brain is suddenly occupied with the revelation of his name. You've never met the famous Winchester brothers before, but Bobby told you all about them. You've also heard about them from many other hunters. 

And, you've heard some talk specifically about the eldest, Dean. The word is that he's a real ladies man and that he gets around a lot. 

"And yours?" He asks again.

"Oh, um," you think for a moment, "It's Jenny." 

Being in the hunting business, you're an adept liar and you use aliases all the time, so giving him a fake name is easy. 

"Well, Jenny, it is very nice to meet you," he says, giving you a dazzling smile.

Returning the smile, you finish your drink and stand, "I have to go now."

"So soon?" He sounds disappointed.

You nod, "Busy day tomorrow."

"Well, at least give me your number? Maybe we can meet up again, sometime soon?"

Smirking, you pull a pen out of your purse and write a number onto a napkin before handing it to him, "Here. It's 867-5309. See ya, Dean."

You look back before walking out the door to see him grinning like an idiot.

~

"Sammy! Guess what Sammy!" Dean slurs as he enters the motel room.

Sam looks up from his book, "What is it?"

"I got her number," he says, looking happy as can be.

"Whose number?"

"Jenny's."

"'Jenny', huh?"

"Yup, here it is," he tosses Sam a crumpled napkin. 

Sam looks at the number before bursting into laughter. 

Dean frowns, "What?!"

"You really don't know?" Sam chuckles.

"No, what is it?"

"Man, you must be plastered," Sam continues laughing.

Dean glares at his brother, "What is so funny?"

"'Jenny', '867-5309', it's from that song by Tommy Tutone. She played you."

His eyes widening, Dean snatches the napkin back and stares at it in shock. Sam claps him on the back, still chortling.

"This isn't funny, Sammy!"

Sam just shakes his head and goes back to reading as Dean lets out his favourite curse.

~

You knock on Bobby's door, having decided to visit your friend and father-figure. Expecting Bobby to answer, you gasp in shock as Dean answers instead.

He stares at you in shock as well before saying, "You!"

"Uh, yeah, me. Where's Bobby?" You shove past him to see if Bobby's inside.

Dean follows after you, "He's not here. Wait, you know Bobby?"

"Yeah, I've known him for a while."

"Dean?" A tall, flannel-wearing man asks, entering the living room. 

"Sam, this is . . ." he blanks on your name, since you never gave it to him.

Sam looks at you curiously before turning back to Dean, "Wait, this is Jenny, isn't it?"

You smirk, "Yup, that's me."

"I gotta say, that was hilarious. I mean, Dean had no idea," Sam continues much to Dean's annoyance. 

"I know right, it was pretty amusing."

Dean snorts, "It was not."

"It was," Sam says.

Dean glares at him before taking your shoulder and leading you to the kitchen. "Why did you do that anyways?"

You shrug, "I knew who you were, and I knew your reputation. No offence, but I didn't really need that at the moment."

"Reputation?"

"Yeah, as the ultimate ladies man. Your reputation, it proceeds you."

He smirks a bit but then his face goes back to seriousness, "So. . ."

"So, I wasn't interested in having a relationship like that, so I gave you a fake name and hoped I wouldn't see you again."

"Yeah, but you did. Maybe it's fate," he suggests with a smirk.

"Yeah, in your dreams."