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“Oh yea? What?”

“I want you to move your stuff in here. Make this our room. That is if you want?”

“You want me to move in here with you?”

“Yea.”

“That’s like moving in together. That’s what you're asking right?”

“Yes. I see your deductive reasoning skills are somewhat working this morning.”

“Are you sure?”

“Y/N, I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t.”

“Ok,” I answered, shifting my gaze from him to that wonderful plate of food.

“OK? That’s all I get?” he said laughing, again.

“Well, yea. I mean, what did you want? You wanted me to propose to you before I said yes?”

His laughter was music to my ears. I could listen to him laugh for eternity. He climbed on the bed with me and we ate breakfast together. Total bliss was the only way I could describe it. After every single scrap of food was demolished, Dean got up and took the dishes to the kitchen. I stretched and then climbed out of bed. Still naked, I searched for my clothes and couldn't find them. Doing the most obvious things, I went to his closet and pulled out one of his flannel shirts.

It was long enough that I felt comfortable enough to try to make it to my room. But of course, as soon as I came out, guess who I ran into? Yep, there was Sam, with a big ole smirk on his face.

“I knew you weren’t thinking about past hunting trips last night,” he stated, laughing.

“Oh hush.”

I scampered to my room and got dressed correctly. Looking around my room I realized it wouldn’t take me but less than fifteen minutes to get moved into his room. I just didn’t own much more than what could fit into a duffel bag. I didn’t even hesitate as I moved around the room throwing all my stuff into that one duffel. Ten minutes later, all my stuff was safely located in Dean’s room. All done!

With that task done and over with, I made myself towards the library. I entered the room to find the brothers in the middle of a little squabble. It didn’t look too severe but it seemed a little heated. I paused at the doorway, trying to get a grip on what was really going on.

“What’s going on guys?”

“I’m just pissed that we still can’t find the kulshedra.”

“And as I was telling my hard headed brother, my new research shows that we may not find anything on her until April 23. But he just can’t seem to accept that.”

“Ok, I pretty sure I’m missing something but what’s so special about April 23?” I asked, watching Dean pace back and forth.

“Dean, would you please sit the hell down while I explain this to Y/N.”

I watched as Dean reluctantly pulled a chair out and sat down. I followed suit and I did the same. Once we were both seated, Sam took a deep breath and sat down also. This could not be anything good, that’s for sure.

“Ok. So some of the stuff I’ve been looking at leads me to believe that we aren’t really hunting a kulshedra but a bullar. Now a bullar is still a kulshedra, just a young one.”

“That shit doesn’t make any sense, Sam,” Dean exclaimed.

“Umm, yea, that confuses me, Sam. What in the hell is a bullar?”

“Like I said, a bullar is basically a kulshedra. Think of it like a teenage kulshedra. But for a bullar to become a full blown kulshedra, it has to stay hidden from human eyes for many years.”

“Damn it, Sam..”

“No wait, Dean. So, Sam, you are telling us that my drangue is chasing this bullar? Which is basically a young kulshedra. Right?”

“Yes.”

“And on April 23, the bullar becomes, basically, a full grown kulshedra?”

“Yes.”

“OK, so I got that much. My confusion is why April 23?”

“The reason why, I haven’t discovered. Just everything I have read states that on Saint George’s Day, the bullar becomes a full blown kulshedra.”

“Still doesn’t make any damn sense, Sammy,” Dean stated.

“To be honest, Sam, I agree with Dean.”

“Look, both of you. I can’t explain the legends, all I can do is read and interpret them best that I can. Everything I have been reading tells me that this bullar most likely won’t show her head again until then. The bad side of this is that when April 23 comes, the bullar turns into a kulshedra. The legend states that this is where ‘she peers into the world and will devour any human that approaches her’. It is explained in folklore that Saint George had cursed the beast to be forever blind except on his saint’s feast day. But I couldn’t find any reasoning behind this myth.”

“Well, today is April 11. So we have twelve days until that happens, right Sammy?”

“Yes, Dean. According to all my research, that’s what I come up with.”

I looked at the both of them. They seemed to be in completely different emotional states. I was probably in a totally different one myself. There was so much stuff that I missed. I never came across anything about the kulshedra, much less the teenage version, the bullar. I was trying to process all the information that Sam just shared. It was killing me that I never came across any of this myself. I should have searched harder.

“Ok, so, we just say fuck it? Let everything go for the next twelve days?” Dean asked.

“I don’t know what else to tell you, Dean. According to everything I have been reading, I really don’t think we will get anything on them until then. It’s not like we haven’t been in these kinds of situations before, you know.”

“Doesn’t mean I like it any more now than I have in the past.”

The two brothers looked at each other, ignoring me. It wasn’t any big deal but I knew me. This was something they had been doing together for more years than I could even begin to fathom. But there was no way I could just sit around here doing nothing for almost two weeks, that just wasn’t gonna happen. Those two kept going back and forth. My brain was racing with this new information, even though there wasn’t much I could do with it, at least for the next two weeks.

“Well, ok then. Twelve days, almost two weeks. So that is where we are at. Nothing can change that so my next question is what do we do until then?”

“There is nothing Y/N.” Sam answered. “We just have to wait until then.”

“Maybe as far as the kulshedra is concerned. But that doesn’t mean we stop hunting. I'm telling you both, there is no way that I can sit around here for two weeks and do nothing. Kulshedra, Gotta wait two weeks for her, fine. But I will continue to hunt until then. I don’t know about you two.”

“Y/N, what are you gonna do? This is our main goal right now,” Dean asked.

“I couldn’t tell you without doing some research myself. I just know that I can’t sit around and do nothing. That is not my style, Dean.”

Dean and Sam looked back and forth between themselves, as if they were asking permission, asking questions, or whatever psychically. It didn’t matter to me. There was no way I was just gonna sit around, doing nothing, for almost two weeks while they got their shit together. I was not built that way.

“Let’s just come at this again tomorrow. Let’s all just take the day and we can talk again in the morning,” Sam interjected.

Not knowing what else to do,  I left the two of them there in the library, arguing amongst themselves. I took some time and wandered around the bunker, taking in all the history, trying to formulate my own game plan. Being a team, well, that was definitely not my best quality. But if I could see a way to do it with them, I would be all on board for it.

I wandered the hall, thinking, not really paying attention to where I was. A couple hours, and several dead ends later, I found my way back to the kitchen. Taking the right turn, this time, I headed back to ‘our’ room. This whole situation was way more that I had anticipated. Sam and Dean, me and Dean, all of us in this bunker, none of this made any sense at all to me. 

Once I made it back to our room, I stripped down to nothing except Dean’s flannel that I stole this morning. I pulled the material up to my face and breathed in deeply. It still smelled of Dean, smelled of comfort. Crawling into the bed, I waited for him to come to me. As I laid there, going through all Sam’s information, I already knew what I was I was going to do. The time passed as I  silently made a game plan. There wasn’t a part of me that didn’t know that, without a doubt, it was one Dean was not going to agree with. But it didn’t matter. I had a feeling that it would never matter as far as I was concerned.

Dean finally came to bed. I watched as he undressed, pulled the covers back, and climbed in. He made no move to pull me closer, just crawled in, and laid on his back. But it didn’t deter me. I already knew what I had to do. I snuggled up to him, I needed to hear his heartbeat at least once more.  His heart beat would be my lifeline for as long as I lived, that I had no doubt.

“Dean, can you hold me please?”

“Baby, I’m sorry,” he responded as he wrapped those wonderful arms around me. “I’m just frustrated.”

“I am too.”

“I hate just sitting around, waiting. I want to finish this and be done.”

“Let’s not talk, not right now,” I whispered.

I lifted my head so that I could look into his eyes. Yes, I was definitely in over my head with this one. I leaned in for a kiss. Dean kissed me back, hard. I opened my eyes briefly, as the kiss seemed to deepen somehow, only to find him watching me with those memorable eyes. It only intensified my passions for him in that moment. My hands, suddenly, had a mind of their own as they explored. Dean, his passion unbound in that moment, gently flipped me over. I needed him. I needed him so badly. I knew with my plan that this could be my last night with him like this. So there was nothing, no reason at all for me to defy myself what could be my last pleasure. So, I did not resist.

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Dean’s snores were soft little rumbles in the quiet room. Part of me had almost talked myself out of this. But I knew myself and if I stayed right now, I would sabotage myself and this wonderful thing. As gently as I could, I eased myself out of the bed. Slipping Dean’s shirt back on, I quickly grabbed a pair of jeans and socks out of my bag, which I had not yet unpacked. 

Praying I was being as quiet as a mouse, I slipped out of the bedroom and headed for the front. As I got to the library, I stopped and got dressed quickly, still wearing Dean’s shirt. I was hoping it would be my good luck charm. I grabbed one of Sam’s tablets, quickly wrote them a note, and snatched one of Sam’s laptops on my way to the garage. We had retrieved my truck but I didn’t know what Dean had done with the keys.  Luckily, he had shown me where they kept all the other keys in the garage.

I may not be able to take my truck but the boys did have a bad ass truck down here. It would have to do until I got my keys back. I quickly went to my truck and got what I needed out of it. Climbing into the boys truck,  I found the door opener above the visor. But before I headed out, I pulled up the internet. Needed to make sure there was a case out there before I just took off. I sat there in the truck for about an hour before I finally found something. 

There was a town outside of Denver, Fort Morgan, and they had had two separate mothers and children disappear. This basically cried out changelings! It was already after three in the morning, a little over five hours to get there; it would be the perfect time for a FBI agent to show up. Game plan in mind, GPS programmed, it was time to go before Sam or Dean woke up.

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 “Damn it, Sammy. This is killing me. Still nothing?”

“No, Dean. Don’t you think if I found something I would’ve told you?”

“Ok, ok. Look, Dean, Sam, things are getting kind of thick around here and I really don’t know how y’all handle things like this. Me? When I get like this, I hunt around and find something else to hunt until I can get back to what I was doing. So, Sam, has anything else popped up?”

“Actually, I have run across a few things that could pan out to be something.”

“I’m with Y/N. Man, I need to get out of here and do something.”

“Ok, my best lead is in Lincoln.”

“What are we going to hunt?” I questioned.

“Well, there seems to have been several disappearances lately. Most of them young girls. To tell you the truth, it kind of reminds me of that one case in Limestone, Illinois. Do you remember that one Dean?”

“Yea, yea. That was a vampire hive, wasn’t it?”

“Yep. This really seems like the same thing. I think we have a new hive.”

The three of us spent the next couple of hours talking, prepping, and lining out the details of our plan. Next thing I knew, I was in the backseat of the Impala, headed to Limestone, on a mission with the Winchesters. Now that I had pushed down that hate that I had of them, I was totally embracing everything that had to do with them.

As the miles stretched out before us, I remembered back on previous hunts of my own. I was always a loner, never good at the whole ‘teamwork’ concept. I’ll never know if that was because I was an only child or if it was because Martin, my pseudo father, never had anyone around except for myself. No matter the reason, it had always been just me. Even now, racing to hunt down a vampire hive, I wasn’t real clear on how to hunt with partners. But I was determined to try to learn.

It took us about nine and a half hours, with Dean driving, to get to Limestone. Another hour to track one of the vampires. Two hours after that, we were in the car and headed back to the bunker. In all my years, never had I had a hunt that went that smooth. Not that I was complaining, not in a million years. I once took down a nest of seven by myself even though that hunt took me three days to finish. Dean had tossed the keys to Sam so he could drive us back. I climbed in the backseat and pretty much passed out within minutes from exhaustion as soon as I settled in. Last thing I remembered was Dean telling Sam it didn’t matter if he drove, he was still picking the music. Hell’s Bells echoed in my head as I drifted off.

The next thing I knew, Dean was shaking me, trying to get me awake. A yawn and a stretch later, I was out of the car and following the boys into the bunker with arms full of gear. This was really a neat feeling, something I had never felt before. The three of us coming back ‘home’ after a successful hunt; a totally new experience for me. Even though it was something new, I was loving every second of it. My feelings for Dean and Sam had done a total 360. These two guys worked together better than any well oiled machine in the world. They had an instinctive response to each other. Deep down, I felt slightly covetous towards that. 

We got into the bunker, put away all the ‘non-Impala’ gear, and settled down in the library. Sam immediately jumped on the laptop to do a search for storms. Dean, as per usual as far as I could tell, came in with a full bottle of bourbon and three glasses. The three of us killed two glasses each real quick. Dean refilled everyone’s glass again as we all settled in. Even Sam closed his laptops.

“Well, after a super quick glance, I am still not seeing any indications of the kulshedra.”

“I guess that’s a good thing at the moment. Not really up for chasing that bitch tonight,” Dean replied.

“No, I’m not either. But it would have been good to at least see something to show that she’s still around,” Sam tossed back.

I leaned back in my chair, sipping on my drink, and listened to the two of them go back and forth. They discussed possible attacks, techniques, strategies, to pursue the kulshedra. Everything they threw out was new to me, things I haven't even begun to think about. God, these guys REALLY did know their shit, I thought to myself as I began to feel the heat of the bourbon flow through me. 

I felt my face go flush as the images from the first night I was here popped back in my mind. I had remembered more of that night than I let Dean know, mostly because of my embarrassment of judging them like I had done,. The feel of his hands, his fingers, and god help me, his lips. These were the images that kept bouncing around in my head every time I looked at him. Neither of us had talked about that night since the next morning. Also, we had not shared a bed since that night and part of me was aching to do it again.

“You look deep in thought Y/N?” Sam asked, breaking me from my thoughts.

“Aww. It’s nothing. Just thinking about past hunts,” I stammered, trying to recover from my lustful thoughts.

“Not what it looked like,” he replied, laughing harder than I thought he should have.

Damn it to hell! 

“Y/N did really good tonight, didn’t she Sam? She took out what three of them on her own?”

“Yep. She was definitely a good addition to the team Dean.”

The heat continued to rise to my face. I wasn’t used to such praise. I only did what I had always been trained to do. Martin never allowed praise to enter into his training. You did what you had to do or you died, that simple.

“Hush both of you. And someone pour me another drink,” I responded, trying to redirect the conversation.

The smile that crept over Dean’s face filled me with so much happiness, more than it should have. Dean poured himself and Sam one at the same time. Sam picked his drink up and sipped it. Dean and I, as if in some kind of divine union tossed both of ours back at the same time. He immediately filled both of our glasses up. We continued to sit around the table and talk about all the hunts we had been on.

The three of us had been sitting, talking, reminiscing, for a couple of hours when Sam finally called it a night. I wished him a ‘good night’, Dean simply told him, ‘ see you in the morning’. As Sam left, I was left all alone with Dean, and this wonderful bottle of bourbon, only half gone.

“Need another?”

“Yes, please,” I answered as I slid my glass closer to him.

“So Y/N, I know you mostly hunt by yourself. But how did you celebrate a good hunt?”

“Well that is an easy question to ask considering I have always been on my own. I simply went home and started doing more research, always looking for the next hunt.”

“Always, huh? Never had any partners?”

“No. I wasn’t raised that way. I’ve always been on my own, just me.”

“I was like that for a while. Dad trained both of us but mostly me. Still don’t understand that even today. But that day that dad went missing, it’s been the two of us ever since.”

“I’m envious of that Dean. I’ve watched the two of you this past week. Y’all have something I will never have.”

“It’s nice of you to say that but you just don’t get it. Me and Sam, yeah, we had the training but it really was different. I think deep down dad knew that Sam wasn’t really cut out for this. I hated that I had to drag him back into it.”

“Maybe so Dean, but from my point of view, it was the best thing that could have happened. The two of you work together so well, almost flawlessly. You're like two opposites, two ends that compliment each other.”

“Maybe. I don’t know.”

“I really don’t know either. Y’all are the first that I’ve gotten to work together that showed skills like that. I don’t know about other people, but what the two of you have, it’s awesome.”

“You know what I think is awesome? You.”

Not knowing what to do in light of his praise, I simply pushed my glass towards him indicating a refill. Which he did without hesitation. Before he could even set the bottle back down on the table, I was pushing it back to him. Dean simply pulled the bottle back up and poured that liquid in my glass. Even in my bourbon haze, I noticed he poured a little bit fuller than before.

“Dean? Can I be honest about something with you? And you do not judge me?”

“Absolutely Y/N. I would never be judgmental with you.”

“In all my life,” I started, hearing my words slur a bit. “The time I have spent here with you and your brother, it’s been life changing. I can’t describe it any other way than that.”

“Y/N, I know things haven’t been decent since the first night you were here. But that’s only because I was giving you time to adjust. The night I spent with you was literally one of the best nights of my life! Better than my time with Lisa.”

Lisa? Who the fuck was Lisa?

“Ok, well considering I don’t know who Lisa is, I am gonna take your word for it.”

“I am without a doubt sure that I have consumed too much liquor at this point. Lisa? She is a thing of the past. Y/N, baby, you are something that I never thought I would find.”

“What ARE you looking for Dean?”

“I really don’t know. I guess someone could share what I do. Someone I could confide in about all the monsters, demons, and everything else weird as fuck in my life without getting freaked out. With Sam, it’s one thing. We go through it together. So I don’t lean on him. This life is not an easy one Y/N.”

“I get that Dean,” I replied as I reached for his hand. His honesty was pulling at my heart more than I would like to admit.

“Do you Y/N/? Do you really get it?”

“Are we not alike Dean? Of course, I get it. I’ve been just like this my whole life. Wanting, waiting, for someone who could understand what it’s all like.”

Even though I knew that the bourbon racing through my veins was allowing me to be more forthcoming than I would normally be, but when Dean raised his hand and placed it on my cheeks, nothing in this entire world mattered more. His embrace was soft, somehow telling me to trust him, trust everything about him.  My resolve weakened as his face, those lips, came closer to my own. For the second time in three weeks, I gave in!

I felt like I was falling as his lips touched mine. The electricity that passed between us was something that I had never experienced before in my life. I felt like my whole body was on fire. Every single nerve ending was on edge. As Dean’s hand explored, from my face to my arms, from my arms to my thighs. There had never been a single moment in my life to compare to this. Not even what I remembered from my first night in the bunker.

Y/N,” Dean said huskily. “ I need you. I need to feel you.”

Before I even knew what I said, I told him that I needed him too. Dean leaned in, kissed me so sweetly, so softly, I felt like I was floating on a cloud. Then in the next second, his kiss became so passionate, I could feel his desire pulsating from his body, mine responded in kind. This man was the one thing that I never knew I needed. I needed to feel him, I needed to feel him all over my body. As he kissed me, my body betrayed me by pushing against back. God, this was the absolute bliss that I had been searching for my entire life.

With almost no effort at all it seemed, Dean pulled me and into his arm in one smooth movement. As he carried me down the hall to his bedroom, I wrapped my arms around his neck and almost snuggled in. The heat coming off him was intoxicating. In a matter of seconds, he had us in his room and he gently laid me down on the bed. 

 Slowly, Dean propped up beside me and leaned down. His kiss took my breath away. His hands had become my new favorite thing in that moment. They started at my face, enveloping me in a warm embrace, moving from there, they slowly moved down my arms, inching towards my thighs. Every single moment made me crave him even more. His hands hit my legs and they made their way to the buttons that kept me covered. Second by second, he undid every single button in my jeans.

When the last button gave way, Dean pulled my jeans off me. As he tossed then towards the wall, his hands were instantly back where I needed them, on my body.  Dean pushed every bit of material away from the two of us until there was nothing between us but air. His hand moved as if they had a mind of their own, teasing me with every touch. His mouth, his tongue, they had me spiraling into depths that I had never experienced.

I was oblivious of everything around me as our bodies met, pushed apart, and met again. I could feel his every action, his every move, it even seemed, his every thought. My body arched as the orgasm rippled through me. I was barely aware that Dean had slowed his pace. As my body slowly recovered, Dean whispered in my ear, telling me he wasn’t even close to being don with me. Like the first spark of a bonfire, he set me on fire again and again until I barely even knew who I was.

Finally, Dean, spent, rolled over and tried to catch his breath. After the fireworks passed, the emotional explosions were done, I laid there, my head on his back. I longed for something to say to him to express what this was like for me. No words came to mind. This man, in a manner of a few weeks, had come to mean everything to me. Yet I couldn’t come up with anything to tell him, nothing to express what I felt for him, no words would form to express my heart.

“Baby, are you ok?” Dean inquired as he rolled over onto his back. “I didn’t get too rough or anything did I?”

“Oh no, Dean. That was, well, that was perfect,” I answered as I curled back up next to him.

He lifted his arm and I laid my head on his chest. His arm came down around me and pulled me even closer to him. I could hear the rapid beat of his heart. The sound of the thump was almost perfection to me. Despite the fact that I was literally exhausted, I could not fall asleep. I laid there for hours just listening to his heartbeat as it slowed, leveling out to a nice and slow pace. This was definitely something I wanted for the rest of my life. God, I hope I don’t screw it up.

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“Does your head hurt as bad as mine?” he asked as he groaned into a sitting position.

“That would definitely be an affirmative. What the hell happened last night?”

“That’s not usually the first thing I hear after a morning like last night.”

“And that’s half my problem. You are basically a gutter slut from what I hear. Was I just another notch in your belt?”

“Ok, ok. Look, seems like we are off on the wrong foot, AGAIN,” Dean stated as he pulled his jeans on. “How about some breakfast and we start over?”

I watched him as he grabbed his shirt on the way out of the room. I really stepped in the shit this time. Frantically, I searched my mind, trying to understand how this happened. The drangue, yes, I remembered that. The explosion, Dean pulled me out of the house and basically kidnapped me as he threw me in his car. I remembered coming to the bunker and him stitching my arm. And the whiskey, shit, I must have drank the whole bottle! I couldn’t remember anything but flashes after that.

 Slowly, I pulled my own jeans on, found my boots and socks. Once, I was finally dressed, I still couldn’t come out of the room just yet. Dean fucking Winchester. I just couldn’t wrap my brain around this. I felt like a traitor even though there wasn’t any reason to. I just couldn’t get that he had saved me and then I slept with him, one of the two men that I literally could not stand.

I couldn't put it off any longer. Sucking in a deep breath, I exited the room and headed back towards what i thought was the front of this crazy place, I hoped. Within a few seconds I found myself back at that large table. Images started flashing through my head. Dean’s eyes, Dean’s lips, the touch of his hand on my arm, his touch on my thigh. This was fucking insane! I glanced upwards towards the impressive staircase. That was my exit. I wondered if I could get out of here without him noticing. I was half way up, when I heard him call my name. Fuck everything that was holy!

“Y/N, where you going? I cooked us something to eat.”

“Oh, I just thought I would check the weather.”

Check the weather? What the hell was that? Was I still in high school?

“Well come on. It’s getting cold.”

Reluctantly, I climbed back down the stairs and headed in his direction. Entering the kitchen, my senses had my mouth watering. He had gone all out. There were fried eggs, bacon, sausage, toast, and even a really large stack of pancakes.

“I had no idea what you would like, so I kind of made a variety.”

“No, this is good. I eat all of this,” I answered, suddenly ravenous.

And eat all of it I did. I started with the pancakes, which were some of the fluffiest I had ever tasted. Then I jumped right into the eggs and sausage. Twenty minutes later, I was as full as a tick on a stray dog. 

“So, can we talk, reasonably, now?”

“We can talk. I can’t promise to be reasonable. I’m still not really sure about this whole deal.”

Before Dean could say anything, I heard a commotion from the other room. Next thing I knew, I was in the presence of both of the Winchesters. This just kept getting better and better.

“Hey Dean. Oh, sorry, I didn’t know you had company.”

“Sammy, meet Y/N. I ran into her last night chasing down that kulshedra.”

“Nice to meet you Y/N,” Sam said as he offered me his hand.

“Um, same here, I guess,” i replied as I gingerly shook his hand.

Sam’s look was one that could have been interpreted in several ways. I chose to just ignore it all together. Instead, I went with my same question from the night before, since he brought it up.

“That’s the second time you have mentioned a kulshedra? What the heck is that? I came to that house last night chasing a drangue.”

“A drangue? Wait, so you two were chasing both of them?” Sam questioned.

“As far as I can tell Sammy, she was chasing the son and we were chasing mom.”

“Somebody please fill me in. I have never heard of a kulshedra.”

“Let me, Dean. Ok, from all the lore I have read, the kulshedra is basically the mom to a drangue. They, when they are born, have a life long, a single urge, to defy and defeat the kulshedra. If they lose, then mom, if you like, basically gets to destroy the world.”

“So all this time, I’ve been chasing the wrong thing?”

“Well, sort of. You were basically on the right track, just the wrong deity in this fight.”

“I just don’t know if I can keep up with all this. My mind is basically overwhelmed. First, Dean fucking Winchester steps in and saves my life. Then the two of you tell me for almost the past year I have been chasing the wrong creature. I guess next you will tell me everything I have known is wrong?”

“Well, I don’t really know. We don’t know what all you know.”

I looked at the both of them. They seemed sincere. Once more, my brain was destined to betray me as I thought that maybe, just maybe, they were being honest. I spent the next hour filling them in, explaining all the lore that I had consumed over the past year. 

“So, in all that reading you did, you never came across any references of the kulshedra?” Dean asked, sincerely interested, much to my dismay.

“I ran across a few references of a being that it was ‘destined’ to fight. But none of it panned out. I kept running into dead ends. So, obviously, I disregarded it all.”

“Not to be critical, but that was probably your first mistake,” Sam told me.

The next couple of hours passed in a blur. Between Sam and Dean, they filled me in on so much that I had missed, we all just kept going back and forth with what we knew.. None of the information that they shared rang any bells for me. For the second time in less than a day, I felt like a complete asshole. All this time, all that research, and I missed the most important part of all of it. God, how had I been so stupid!

“Look, Y/N, your research was good. You just missed the references. That doesn’t mean you fucked up. Even without the kulshedra in it, you still tracked the drangue for how many months?” Sam questioned.

“Seven months, Sam. Seven long months.”

“So, yes, everything I said to you last night is still true,” Dean interjected. “Seven months you used your research, you tracked every storm, which led you to where I found you last night. Don’t beat yourself up. The fact that you got that far is what made me say what I did last night.”

“Easy for you to say,” I replied, trying to remember what he told me last night.

“Look Y/N, maybe we take our combined research and put it all together. Then maybe we can track both of them even faster.”

“I’ve told you all I know at this point. I don’t know what else I can do to help.”

“Hey Sam, let’s take a break for awhile. We can come back at this in a few hours.”

Sam agreed. I sat there, still at the table with my breakfast plate in front of me. Everything they had said was reeling inside my brain, causing my hangover to be even worse than I thought possible. I glanced up at Dean and my breath hitched for a second. He was watching me with those beautiful eyes. I chastised myself. There was absolutely no way that I would allow myself to fall for this guy. Dean, the man who had caused me so many troubles throughout my life. Nope, no way. Not gonna happen.

“Well, with Sam’s approval, we have a few hours off. Is there anything you would like to do?”

“I don’t know. I am still trying to soak in the fact that I am here, in the Winchester’s bunker, against my will.

”Y/N, you are not here against your will. Is that what you think about last night?”

“Look, Dean. I am not sure of anything at this moment. All I DO know is I was on a hunt last night, you swooped in, dragged me out of a situation I thought I had under control, and this morning? I wake up in your bed, with no clothes on! What do you seriously think I am gonna think this morning? Not to mention all this info your brother just shared with me?”

“Y/N,  please, I know things were a little hookey last night. But I swear to you, I would not do anything that you didn’t want to do. Last night? That was actually special for me. Something that I had never done before.”

Oh my goodness, this man knew all the words to pull at the heartstrings. Did I believe him? I really didn’t know, most likely not. All I knew about this man was the reputation that preceded him. I just looked at him and shook my head. I beat down every single emotion I had when it came to love. That was a concept that I just could not get into. For me, there was no such emotion. Love was a myth, a legend, a fantasy; nothing that could be counted on. What good did it get someone to “love” someone? Nothing! This so-called emotion only helped get you killed. It was a weakness and nothing more.

“Well, we have a little time. Do you want a tour of the bunker?”

“Sure. What else do I have to do?”  I replied out of sheer desperation

Dean rose from the table and reached for my hand. Reluctantly, I responded in kind. For the next hour and a half, he took me room to room, explaining everything, I guess, that he knew about the Men In Letters and their secret location. He told me how the bunker’s creation was finished in 1835. He explained how after hundreds of years, the bunker contained pretty much any and everything that had to do with the supernatural.  I absorbed the information, best that I could, and archived it. I watched him; his looks, his emotions, his attitude, as we went from room to room.

The main thing I took away from Dean’s tour was a sense of pride. He was proud that he came from this lineage. Honestly, I would be also. The Men of Letters had done marvelous things here. The history, the lineage, the ghastly amounts of information, the legacies; they were distinguished, something to be proud of. Deep down, I felt like Dean shared those qualities with his past.

I watched him as he talked, taking me room to room. Against my will, I felt my heart softening just a little. Maybe I had been a tad preemptive in judging these guys. I mean, really? I, of all people, know how the rumor mill likes to pump shit out. So, maybe, just maybe, I needed to give them a little break.

 We made our way back to the ‘library’, as Dean called it. As we entered, Sam was set up at the table with a stack of books and two laptops in front of him.

“Got anything new Sammy?”

“Honestly, no. There are no storms brewing anywhere. No signs at all of any atmospheric disturbances. There is nothing out there.”

“Fuck!” 

I could feel the frustration reeling off Dean in that moment cause I felt it also. All these months, all those deaths, all those missed opportunities, and now nothing. Somehow, I actually felt partly responsible that we lost them. If only I had followed every single lead in my research, maybe I would have been better prepared. With an internal sigh, I decided to give the brothers a break and try to learn from them instead of rebelling against them.

“Well, guys, there’s only one thing we can do then,” I stated.

“What’s that?”

“”We hunker down and find them. We finish this for once and for all.”

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Finally, the house is within touching distance. I slowly pull myself up to the nearest window sill. The sight that I could see within; it scares me to the soul. As I look into the window, it’s like a glimpse into the supernatural. Not that the supernatural scares me, I seriously have seen enough to scare even the most seasoned hunter. But this, this was something WAY beyond anything I have ever experienced.

The view inside the window was so confusing. As I looked in, I saw two beings that looked like they were in a death throe; twisting, biting, struggling, locked in death. At one point I would swear I saw a lion.  But a second glance, or my hindsight, I saw clouds, angry clouds, swirling around each other; lightning flashing every two seconds, ripples in everything as the thunder vibrated through my bones. The scene unraveling before me was one that I could barely comprehend.

Regardless of what I was seeing, I knew what I had to do. This drangue had to stop, it had to die. I had witnessed over thirty deaths from these storms. Thirty deaths! There wasn’t a monster out there that I would ever consider letting live after this. I skulked around the corner of the house until I found the side door. I pushed the door open, bracing against the wind that I anticipated to encounter. Pushing the door with all my might, it gave way suddenly and I fell straight to the floor.

Once inside the house, it seemed as if everything I had seen through the window was just an illusion. The forces outside the house fell away. Inside there was no wind, no sound, no rain, nothing; just silence. I slowly stood up and took my first steps toward the entries. There was no resistance. I stopped in my confusion for a moment as it was hard for me to take in what was happening. As I was trying to get my bearings, there was a deafening report.

The sound caused me to fall to the floor, curling up in a ball as the recoil seemed to resonate through my very soul. I laid there, shaking, as the ripples of sound pulsed through me as if they were never going to end, My brain felt like it was on fire! The light was plummeting at me with no end. I lay there, withering on the floor, the pain was like nothing I have ever experienced before. Through the blinding pain in my head, I barely recognized a human form, reaching out, offering a hand. I reached up and grabbed the hand and it jerked me up and pulled. There was so much going on in that very second, my I could hardly keep up.

The entities, a moment ago were swirling and fighting as if to the death. Now they seemed to be shocked into stillness. The clouds that were boiling moments ago now seemed to be stalled. The lightning had faded as well as the thunder. Just as my mind took in these thoughts, I was pulled through the room and out the door I had just entered. I stumbled coming through the door and fell to the ground, landing hard.

“What the hell do you think you were doing?” a very angry voice yelled at me.

“What the hell are you doing?” I quickly replied, striving to see who the hell this person was. 

Just as quickly as I replied, this man yanked me back up and dragged me through the woods. I kept glancing back, trying to see what was going on with the drangue. I couldn’t see anything. There was no more storm, no winds, rain, nothing. Maybe this man killed it before I could. At that moment I was still so dazed I really didn’t know anything. Finally, he broke through the tree line and as I saw the vehicle before me, all I could think was hell fucking no. NOT HIM!

Just as he did everything else in what was literally probably only in the past sixty seconds, he opened the Impala’s door and basically threw me in the passenger seat. My mind felt like mush as I laid there trying to comprehend everything that had just happened. Just as his reputation preceded him, he jumped behind the driver’s seat and took off, spewing rocks and dirt in his wake. The trees flew past as I stared out the window. What the hell had just happened; that was the only thought that kept going through my mind as the miles flew under us.

As the landscape flew past, I was having a hard time trying to shake the haze that enveloped my mind. I felt like I was in a dream, nothing seemed real as my mind was racing as fast as the  Impala was racing down the road. Dean Winchester, seriously? Of all the hunters in the world, this was the person that “rescued” me from this encounter. 

Slowly, as the pavement flew beneath the tires of the black beast, my head cleared out. I turned around in my seat to look at the infamous Dean Winchester. He had not uttered a single word since we took off. He had a strong grip on the steering wheel and the only emotion I could read off him was anger. His eyebrows were furrowed together, jaws clenched as if he was holding back a million angry things to say. Then he turned to look at me. Never in my life had I ever seen such green eyes. The literally seemed to sparkle brighter than any emerald I had looked upon.

“What in the hell did you think you were doing back there?”

“Me? What were you doing back there? I had been tracking that drangue for months and now you just blew it,” I yelled back at him, instantly furious again.

“You were way over your head. You were gonna get yourself killed. I just saved your ass.”

The beauty of his angry face was instantly wasted on me. The arrogance of this man! But then again, that’s what the Winchester’s were known for. No one ever knew more than them.

“You need to stop this car and let me out. Now.”

“No, you aren’t in any shape to be on your own at the moment.”

“Like hell I’m not. Believe it or not Dean, most of us out here in the real world can take care of ourselves without your help.”

“Really?” he asked, with a slight smirk on his face. “How’s that arm feeling?”

Confused, I looked down at my arms. My left arm was covered in blood. Jesus, I must be in shock. Somehow during the time he grabbed me and pulled me out of the house, he had managed to get a tourniquet on it and I never even noticed. I pulled back the cloth and I could see a very nasty gash on my upper arm. It was about five inches long and I thought I could see bone in one spot. 

“The arm is just fine, thank you very much,” I answered back, pouting just a little bit more than I had intended.

“Sure it is.”

Silence surrounded us once more. I was still furious at him for intruding in my hunt the way he did. But at the same time, I guess I was a little grateful. God only knows when my arm got hurt. I probably would have bled to death if he hadn’t been there. That was definitely not something I was gonna tell him though.

“Look, the bunker isn’t that far away. Let me get you back there, we will fix your arm up, and then you can be on your merry little way. How about that?”

“Fine. But you are gonna have to drive me back to my truck. I’m not walking back.”

I heard him utter a light chuckle and his laugh brought a small smile to my face. Wait. No, no, hell no! What the fuck was going through my mind? I can’t stand these guys. They had caused me so much trouble over the years and I bet they didn’t even know it. I can’t stand a man with an ego and both these boys seemed like they had more than enough for the whole world.

The rest of the ride I spent glaring out the window, berating myself for getting in this situation. Every now and then giving myself a quick kick in the mental ass when I thought about his rather beautiful face. I felt like I could just scream!

I was pulled out of my thoughts when Dean pulled the car to the side of the road and killed the engine. Without a word, he just climbed out of the car and started walking towards a door on a hill. Well, I guess this is the bunker. Slowly, I got out and followed him. By the time I got to the door, he was out of sight. Cautiously, I entered and caught my breath as I looked down and around. I was still taking it all in when I saw Dean come back in sight.

“You drink whiskey?” he asked as he set a bottle down on a large table.

“What respectable hunter doesn’t?”

“Well come on then. Let’s get some in you before we stitch that arm up.”

As I climbed down the staircase and joined him at the table, Dean poured three fingers worth in two glasses. He motioned me into a chair with one of the glasses. I picked it up and knocked it back in one smooth swallow. It was kind of cute how he looked kind of surprised at me when I set the glass back down. Without a word, he refilled it and then poured another for himself. He pushed the bottle towards me and turned around and just left. Geeze, this man was something else.

As I sat there, sipping on my drink, I looked at all the books. Everything had an antique feel to it, such an old vibe. I had heard the rumors about this place and had often wondered what it was like. The amount of knowledge here was almost unending. A small part of my brain whispered maybe that’s why they act like they do, cause they actually do know more than the rest of us. I shook my head, trying to erase the good thoughts that kept creeping in. I was bound and determined to hold on to my anger.

Dean came sauntering back in holding what looked like a really large first aid kit. He set it on the table and began pulling supplies out.

“Kill that and then kill another. That cut is really deep so this is gonna hurt some.”

Without questioning, I did as he said and then inhaled one more just for good measure. Dean slid his chair next to mine and took the tourniquet off. As he cleaned the blood off, I could smell him. Even though we had just been in the middle of whatever that was, he smelled so good. A light musty, masculine scent. I leaned in just a little closer. Yep, I was beginning to feel that whiskey for sure.

“So, how about a name? Obviously, you already know who I am.” “Every hunter in the world knows you and your brother,” I piped back even though I knew he was only trying to help distract me.

“Is that a bad thing?”

“Depends on who you ask I guess.”

“I’m asking you.”

I looked up at him. Damn, I could just melt into those eyes. Those eyes were really the only thing I needed to distract myself if I were to be honest. There was a softness to them now. They weren’t so bright anymore but still just as exquisite.

“Um, my name is Y/N.”

Instantly, the beauty in this man’s face was gone as I grimaced when he pushed the needle through the tender flesh. Instantly, I reached for the bottle and poured myself another shot. That was only the first stitch! Hope he has another bottle somewhere.

“So, tell me about yourself Y/N. How did you get into hunting?”

“My story is pretty much the same as most hunters. Nightmare from hell when I was young. Met up with some good people who trained me and that’s all I have known since I was a teenager,” I answered, pouring yet another shot. “This bottle is going to be empty pretty soon, you know.”

“Don’t move that arm,” he ordered as he got up.

In less than a minute he was back with a brand new bottle. 

“That should last us until I get this done,” Dean said as he poured himself another glass also. “Ok, so your name is Y/N, tragedy when you were young, trained, formidable, high pain tolerance, and smart.”

The look on my face must have surprised him because he actually laughed out loud. This man thought I was formidable and smart. Wow! I felt kind of proud of myself at that moment.

“Why so surprised?” he asked me. “You are one tough hunter.”

“I don’t know. Guess it just shocked me that you, Dean Winchester, would say something like that about me. Fuck, I don’t know even a quarter of what you know.”

“Don’t tell my brother I said this but he’s really the smart one. Always has his nose in a book somewhere,” Dean laughed as he poured us both another glass.

We fell into a comfortable silence as he finished sticking my arm. By this point, I couldn’t even feel the needle as it weaved it’s way through my skin. My head was spinning as the whiskey worked it’s magic. I raised my eyes to look at Dean. The look on his face was one of deep concentration. Without even thinking about what I was doing, I raised my hand and gently touched the side of his face.

“What was that for?” he gently asked.

“Umm, nothing really. Sorry.” 

I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. Damn my hormones! What in the hell did I think I was doing? I could feel his touch on my arm. He had such a soft touch, definitely not something I was expecting from him. I watched as he finished the last stitch and tenderly cleaned my arm up. Next, he took a roll of gauze and wrapped my wound. Then his hands stilled. I looked up and saw yet another shade of green in his eyes. 

“All done now,” he said softly.

“Yep. Looks like it,” I whispered, feeling the heat in more places than just my face now.

“I don’t think you are in any condition to drive though.”

“Probably not.”

“Beds aren’t the best here but they can get kind of cozy.”

“Ok.”

I was drowning in those eyes and my brain wasn’t working at all. I couldn’t seem to say anything. I felt his hand slide down my arm and land on my leg.

“I really want to kiss you right now.”

I couldn’t get any words to come out of my mouth at that moment. I let my gaze drop to that gorgeous mouth of his, watching it as he moved in closer. When our lips met, my eyes closed. Whiskey or not, in that moment I felt like I was in heaven. I breathed him in as I reached up to pull him closer, tighter. Then abruptly, he pulled back.

“Come with me,” he demanded as he took my arm and pulled me up.

Quickly, he led me through the bunker and down a hall. As he opened one of the doors, he turned around and kissed me again, harder this time. The heat was raging through my like a living inferno. God, I wanted him so bad. His hands, on my hips, guided me backwards until my legs bumped into the bed. Laughing, we both fell. 

“Are you sure you are good with this Y/N?”

“Absolutely not. I really hate you and I know without a doubt that I am going to regret this in the morning,” I answered back smiling. “But what the hell. Tomorrow is a new day!”

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