With All My Heart

"Get me another round, would ya, sweetheart?" Dean sent a wink the bartender's way as he signaled her to get him another round of shots. He really didn't care if Crowley wanted to get going or not. Truth be told, Dean didn't really care about much of anything right now if it didn't involve sex, and booze. He hadn't felt this carefree in a really long time. There was always something holding him back, always some type of baggage holding him down, but not anymore. He had absolutely nothing to hold him back or concern him right now. No Sam, no hunting, nothing. When his ass was slated for Hell, he'd wondered what being a demon would feel like, but he never imagined it would feel like this. He wondered if this was how all demons felt. None of them were uptight like angels were, so maybe this was how they felt. It sort of made sense to him. Regardless of whether or not this was how most demons felt, he really enjoyed the feeling. If he ever saw Cain again, he'd have to thank the guy.

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Faye had been on her own for a while now. Ever since she was a kid, it had been just her and her dad. On occasion, they'd work with other hunters, but more often than not it was endless father-daughter bonding timing. If father-daughter bonding met ganking vampires, werewolves, ghosts and everything else that goes bump in the night. But her dad was long gone now. A shifter got the best of him a few years ago, and Faye never really sought out other hunters after that. Sure, things got lonely on the road, but she preferred it that way. If she was alone, she wouldn't connect with anyone. She wouldn't get attached, and it wouldn't hurt like Hell to lose someone to the life because there was no one for her to lose. "Thanks." She said, mustering a small smile as the waitress set a plate of fries down in front of her. She was in between cases right now, the last case had been a run-of-the-mill poltergeist, and now she was scoping out the paper for anything bizarre enough to be her kind of thing.

Sam let out a sigh as he dropped his phone in his lap. Castiel still had no leads on where Dean could be and it didn't help one bit, knowing that the Mark had gotten to Dean. He couldn't bear to imagine what that would do to Dean. They had, after all, only seen one side of the Mark of Cain. Whatever else was yet to be seen was probably what was happening to Dean. Frustrated, Sam pulled up at a diner that he was just about to drive by. He needed to get out of the Impala and walk around, clear his head. He needed to figure out where he was headed before getting back into the car. He could drive across the country, even though he really did want to.

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Dana climbed out of the car and looked around, shrugging her shoulders once she was satisfied with what she saw. Making her way into the bar, she took a deep breath. Yep. Smelled like booze. A lot of it. Exactly what she needed after that last job. Getting rid of a nest of Vampires wasn't as easy as she remembered. Or maybe she was just getting old. Either way, she could definitely do with a drink, or ten. Making her way to the bar, she took a seat, her eyes suspiciously glancing around the bar, taking in every face that she could. It was an old habit that she wasn't ready to give up yet. She'd been attacked one too many times by demons, vampires and the like to give up the habit she'd developed over the years.

Dean was considering getting up to go sing a little karaoke after this next round when a blast from the past took a seat a little ways down the bar from where he was sat. He hadn't seen her in a couple of years, not since the ghoul case they worked on together in Tacoma, but he'd recognize Dana Bass anywhere. Mainly because the sex they'd had was really freaking good, but that was besides the point. He sent another wink the bartender's way when she set another round of shots down in front of him. "Do me a favor, sweetheart. See the brunette over there? Grab her a drink, would you? Tell her its on me." He handed her some cash before downing the shots set down in front of him pretty quickly. Once he had done so, he watched the exchanged between Dana and the bartender pan out with a small smirk on his face.

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Faye hadn't seen or spoken to any of the Winchester boys in years. Her father hunted with John quite frequently when she was a kid, so she oftentimes got left back at the motel with the younger Winchester, Sam, and his older brother, Dean to keep an eye on the two of them. She recognized the Sam Winchester the second he walked into the diner though. She was trying to figure out when the last time she'd seen him was, probably when they were both about twelve or thirteen, but that didn't mean she didn't recognize him. She'd spent enough time hauled up in motel room after motel room with him to know who he was. She didn't know why they hadn't crossed paths since then, but they hadn't. Until now. "Sam?" She called out as he was about to walk past the table she was sitting at.

Dana reached for her beer when the bartender, who had walked off to she didn't care where, walked back with another beer and sat it down in front of her. She motioned towards someone a few seats down from her and told her that that was who the beer was from. Leaning back in her seat, Dana glanced over. She had, somehow, missed whoever was seated there in her initial scan of the place. But, then again, she wasn't quite expecting to walk into a bar and bump right into Dean freakin' Winchester. Her eyes widened as soon as she recognised who it was and, grabbing both the beers, she slipped off her seat. Walking over, a smirk playing on her face, she sat the bottles down in front of him. "Dean Winchester. Who would've thought." She muttered, letting out a soft laugh.

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The last thing Sam expected was to bump into someone who knew him. As he turned around, though, he realised that there was something he expected even lesser. Bumping into the daughter of one of his dad's old hunting buddies. Surprised, he stopped in his tracks. "Faye? Oh my god!" He muttered, a chuckle escaping as he stepped in to pull her into a hug. He still couldn't quite believe it, though he wasn't quite complaining. It was nice to bump into someone from his past, especially since his brother was missing and he needed someone to talk to. Castiel wasn't as accessible as he was to Dean, after all.

Faye grinned and stood up, hugging him back tightly. "I thought it was you." She said as she pulled away. She couldn't believe it was really him. "I couldn't be too sure, you've grown like an entire foot since I last saw you." She laughed quietly. Last time she saw him, they'd been about the same height. Granted, that was going back a good twenty years now, which was crazy to think about in and of itself, but he still had enough of a baby face for her to recognize him. He'd been short and lanky back then, but now he had an entire foot on her. He wasn't all limbs or anything like that though, he was actually decently built. Really decent. "Come sit." She motioned for him to sit at her table. "How've you been? It's been forever."

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Dean smirked slightly, watching as the bartender set the beer he'd bought her down in front of her along with the other one. He could tell that the bartender was explaining where the second beer had come from because the brunette was glancing down towards his end of the bar soon enough. He gave a slight wave, though he knew she'd come to him anyway. "Dana Bass, it's been a long time." He said. She was probably the last person he expected to run into tonight, but he was glad he had. He'd been planning on looking for a chick to bring back to his room anyway. "How's life been treating you?"

Turning in her seat to look at Dean, really look at him, Dana smiled. "Oh, I've been. How about you? And where the hell is Sammy?" Of course she knew that Sam went wherever Dean went. The two were brothers, sure. But it was more than that. They were partners. Partners who protected each other and looked out for each other through everything. "Also, what are you doing here? Another case?" With a raised brow, the brunette took a sip of beer, reaching for one of the two bottles set down in front of her.

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Sam, taking a seat, let out a chuckle. He remembered how, at one point of time, the two were the same height. And Dean was the tall one. Now, of course, things were completely different. Dean was short, as were most people when it came to Sam. His gaze ran over the female once as he leaned back in his seat, a smile on his lips. She'd grown, of course. But she'd also somehow gotten even prettier over the past few years. One glance at the things on the table told him that she was still hunting. Of course she was. That's what they all did, the hunter's kids. They eventually got into hunting, regardless of what they had hoped to do or wanted to do. "I've been busy. You know how it is. How about you? It's been way too long since we last saw you."

Faye really couldn't believe it was him. She'd heard things from other hunters about the two brothers, but since they parted ways when they were kids they hadn't crossed paths until now. It was nice seeing a familiar face even if she had been hunting on her own for a while now. "I've been alright, kind of just taking things in stride really." She said as she popped a fry into her mouth. "Where's Dean?" She asked curiously. Last she'd heard the two brothers had been hunting together. If there was one Winchester brother around, the other was normally somewhere close by.

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"Much better now that you're here." Dean smirked. "I'm not really sure where Sammy is." It would probably send up a few red flags for the brunette, but he didn't care. He honestly didn't have a single care in the world right now. For the first time in a really long time he didn't care where his brother was or what he was doing. Maybe it was very unlike him, the old him at least, but this was the new and improved Dean Winchester, and he liked how he was now a lot me than the old him. "I'm here with a friend." He told her. "Took a step back from hunting about a week ago, just been enjoying life and everything that it has to offer."

Dana couldn't help but raise her brows at that. The Dean she'd known would be worried if he didn't know where his kid brother was. The Dean she'd met wouldn't just up and take a few days off the job. He was one of the most dedicated hunters she'd ever met, and she'd met a lot of hunters. "You two get into one of your fights again?" She asked, leaning slightly forward, concern etched on her features. "What stupid thing did he do this time around?" She had, of course, assumed that when Dean said that he was there with a friend, he meant Castiel. "Cas is here? Where? And since when does he disappear in bars?"

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at Faye's question, a sigh left Sam's lips. Dean. Yes. For a minute, he'd almost forgotten about his older brother. "Right. Dean. I don't really know where he is." With a shake of his head, Sam leaned forward. He wanted to give Faye details but he worried. Worried that there wasn't enough time to tell her the whole thing and definitely worried that she'd insist on tagging along. Sam knew what he was dealing with and he had full faith in her hunting skills. But, he also knew that Faye and him didn't have what Dean and him had. He would constantly be worried about keeping her alive. "That's actually how I turned up here. We're looking for him."

Faye frowned at Sam’s words. “Is everything alright?” She asked, obviously concerned about the older Winchester’s whereabouts. Dean had become almost like an older brother to her when she was a kid. He’d kept an eye on her and Sam while John and her dad went out on hunts when they were all still too young to hunt with them. “Did something happen?” She kind of already knew the answer to that question though. Something had obviously happened. It was written all over Sam’s face.

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Dean knew that his nonchalant behavior regarding his brother’s whereabouts was nothing like the old Dean. He’d changed though, he didn’t care about his brother or hunting anymore and he loved it. “Nah, we just see things a bit differently now.” He said, punctuating his words with a shrug of his shoulders. “I don’t know where Cas is either. Haven’t spoken to him in a while. My friend’s over there.” He nodded towards a different section of the bar where Crowley was.

Dana glanced over to where Dean was pointing and a frown formed on her features. She knew who Dean was talking about and she definitely recognised the smug looking, suit wearing demon in front of her. "Crowley? You're hanging out with Crowley? The freaking king of hell?" She asked, turning to look at Dean once more. The expression on her face was enough to tell Dean exactly what she was thinking. "What the hell is going on, Dean. You don't know where Sammy is, you're hanging out with Crowley instead of Castiel. Am I missing something here?"

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Sam, knowing he needed all the help he could get, let out a breath. "Fine. Okay. But you gotta promise me you're not going to do something stupid." With that opening statement, Sam delved into the details of everything that had happened over the past year or so. He told her about the mark and about Abbadon, about Crowley, Megatron and, eventually, about Dean's stabbing and disappearance. "And now you know everything."

"Nothing's going on, Dana. I've simply turned over a new leaf." Dean told her with a shrug of his shoulders. "I'm not the same person I was a few years ago, I've changed." That was the understatement of the year if there ever was one. He wasn't about to tell her all of the excruciating details. She didn't need to know, and frankly he didn't care if she knew or not. If she wanted to figure it out on her own, she could, but he wasn't going to tell her anything else. "People are allowed to change, Dana. I've come to realize that I've been putting too much weight on my shoulders for far too long."

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Faye's eyebrows rose at his words. She didn't know why he had made such a statement, but she assumed that something insane had to be happening for him to do so. She was quiet though, and let him explain everything before she spoke. "Shit, Sam." She sighed, a frown tugging at the corners of her lips. "Why do you boys always seem to get yourselves sucked into all this crazy shit?" She shook her head. "I want to help in any way that I can."

"And your way of changing is to hang out with the king of hell?" With a shake of her head, Dana let out a sigh. She never completely understood Dean so she figured he had a good enough reason to be with Crowley. Letting out a soft breath, she took another sip of her beer before turning to the bartender. "Think I'm gonna go with a shot or ten of whiskey." She murmured. If she was to deal with a Crowley-friendly Dean Winchester, she needed to be drunk. "But you're okay, yes? You're alright?"

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Sam let out a chuckle at her words and, shrugging his shoulders, he leaned back in his seat once more. "I have no idea how we do it but we've kind of become pros at attracting all the supernatural problems that exist." With a glance around the room, he turned his attention back to Faye. "Are you working on anything right now?"

Dean shrugged his shoulders. "Crowley's not that bad." He told her. "We have a decent amount in common actually." He could tell that she was surprised by everything he was telling her, but he didn't care. He didn't care if she didn't like that he was hanging around Crowley either. He could hang around whoever he wanted to hang around. "I'll take another round, sweetheart." He told the bartender when Dana ordered a shot of whiskey. He turned to the brunette when she asked him if he was alright. "I've never been better, darlin'." He assured her with that signature grin of his.

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"So I've heard." Faye said. She had heard from other hunters just how much the Winchesters seemed to get into. Hunting was a dangerous profession, but she didn't understand how any too people could have such rotten luck. She was determined to help Sam figure out where his brother was. Dean had been like the older brother she never had when she was a kid. "I'm between cases right now actually. I was looking for something when you walked in." She told him, motioning to the newspaper in front of her.

"Alright. As long as you're okay and Crowley hasn't got you here against your will. Though, I doubt anyone can ever make you do anything you don't want to." Shaking her head, she reached for the whiskey that the bartender had put down in front of her. She had too many questions but it was obvious that there was something different about the older Winchester and, having had known him very personally once, she knew not to ask him questions when he wasn't himself. Raising her glass to Dean, she smiled. "I'm glad I ran into you, though." She murmured, a grin forming on her face.

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"In that case, would it be too much for me to ask you to help me look for Dean? Maybe put some feelers out?" He figured that that was the only way of looping her in while still keeping her safe from the clutches of the Mark or of Crowley or anyone else that he didn't want her to get anywhere near. It may have been years since they last met, but his first priority was still to keep Faye safe.

Dean chuckled at her words. "Crowley couldn't keep me here against my will even if he tried." He told her before downing one of the shots the bartender had set down in front of him. He could tell that the brunette was refraining from asking him too many questions. He knew that it was probably obvious that there was something different about him, but he really couldn't care any less right now. She could ask if she wanted to ask, didn't mean she was going to get an answer that she liked. "Yeah? Why's that?" He asked, arching a brow.

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"I wouldn't mind at all, Sam. I was going to offer to help even if you didn't ask me to." Faye told him. She wanted to help him look for Dean. She could tell that this all had the younger Winchester pretty worried and she didn't blame him at all for being a little shaken up by the whole thing. "Tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it." She sent a small smile his way.

"I figured as much." Motioning for another shot of whiskey, Dana shrugged her shoulders at the Winchester. "Well, I hadn't bumped into you guys in a while. Wondered if the job got to you. Though I didn't hear about any of it through the grapevine, but you never know. You guys are constantly disappearing off the face of the earth, sometimes literally." Letting out a soft laugh, Dana gulped down the second shot that was placed in front of her, her brow cocking in Dean's direction once she was done. "Plus, the last time we left a few things unfinished."

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"I figured you'd want to jump in." Chuckling, Sam shook his head at the female. "Well, like I said. Get some feelers out. Anyone who sees him or whatever. We need to find him, and soon. I don't even want to imagine what he's been up to with Crowley and the other demons." Letting out a sigh, he ran his fingers through his hair. "Cas is looking into it too but if Dean doesn't want to be found, he won't be."

"Dean kept me out of trouble when we were kids, the least I can do is help you find him." Faye told him with a smile. Even if he didn't want her helping, she probably would have. She was pretty sure that was why Sam had asked her because he knew she would get involved whether he wanted her to or not. "I'll ask around, see what I can find out." She had a few of her dad's old contacts she could ask. And she'd made a few acquaintances over the years as well. She'd do whatever she could to help.

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"If there's one thing my brother and I are good at, it's cheating death." Dean said as he downed another shot. Him sitting there at that very moment was evidence enough of that fact, not that she was aware of it or anything. He looked over to her when she said that they'd left things unfinished last time. "Is that so? You might have to refresh my memory, it's been a while." He smirked.

"Well, that I know first hand. You guys have cheated death way too many times to count. I'm pretty sure you've got the dude on speed dial." Letting out a soft laugh, Dana motioned for another shot. Once it was set in front of her, she gulped it down before leaning in, moving closer to Dean. "I'm surprised, and slightly offended, if you're saying you don't remember."

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"Thanks. And, y'know. If you'd like, you can tag along with me. At least till you find yourself a case." Sam hated asking but, if he was being honest, driving around all night and day was taking a toll on him. He had barely slept since Dean disappeared from the bunker and he could definitely do with another set of eyes. "The second things get dangerous though, you gotta promise to leave."

"I think I'm going to take you up on that offer, Winchester." Faye said with a small smile. It was like she'd said before, she was between cases right now, and it honestly made sense for her to tag along with Sam anyway if she was going to be helping him look for Dean. "I'm a big girl, Sam, I think I can handle things if they head south, but if it makes you feel better I'll leave." She wasn't really sure if she'd stick to her word or not, but she figured it would at least put the younger Winchester at ease for the time being. He already had enough on his plate to worry about.

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"You would think that we would." Dean said as he downed another shot. He was surprised that Crowley hadn't come over to bug him to leave yet. He was also surprised that the bartender had yet to cut him off. He wasn't surprised that the alcohol didn't really seem to have much of an affect on him though. He'd been building up a tolerance over the years, though he did have to admit his head was starting to feel a bit fuzzy. Not enough to get him to stop drinking yet though. "Oh, I remember enough. I still think I need to reminded of where we left off exactly." He smirked.