"I GOT NINE LIVES," Cait belted out and Dean chuckled as he watched her play air guitar while they drove through Sioux Falls. They were on their way to Bobby's to pick up something for a case. Dean joined in the singing and the pair were jamming out to Back in Black with the windows down. She looked almost picturesque her blonde hair whipping her face and a smile that could make a cross roads demon change their mind.

They pulled up outside Bobby's place and Cait pulled on her boots which she'd taken off about an hour into the drive. It was too warm inside the car to be wearing boots and socks. Bobby greeted them with a scolding for almost getting caught on the last hunt. The words "are you two idjits tryna kill me" came up quite often during his little rant. The pair stood there like bold children with their heads bowed as he gave them hell. It was Cait's fault but Dean took the blame this time. Cait took it for him the last time. Neither was sure how it had happened but it did.

"Idjits" He huffed as he finished his sermon. Cait let out a sigh of relief because well they didn't have to listen to it anymore. Bobby handed them a beer each, having a beer together at Bobby's was practically tradition at that stage. Dean winked at her and she shot him a smile before taking a swig from her bottle. Bobby handed them the book they were looking for and told them he had to head off to help some other hunter with a shifter up in North Dakota. Apparently the stupid bastards were getting so stupid he was starting to think they were dropped on their heads as kids and the problems were only kicking in thirty odd years later.

"You know we should probably just start taking the blame for our own shit," Cait laughed and sat up on the kitchen counter, legs swinging like a child.

"We're even now anyways." He raised his beer to her and they toasted to AC/DC and cheeseburgers.

"So when do you want to go and clean up the shit in Missouri?"

"There's a hunter in the area so I think we can leave that one to them. We should just sort out that thing in Virginia and go on from there."

"Sounds like a plan. I got a call from an old client last night," she started.

"What did they want?"

"Leg of a lamb killed during an eclipse. Strange request but I've checked it out, nothing dangerous just a good luck charm or something along those lines."

"How much did they offer?"

"Four." She closed her eyes and took a long swig of beer. She was slowly moving away from hard liquor but the need for alcohol was still present. Maybe alcoholism was one of those things that came with being a hunter. Nearly every hunter they'd ever met had a drinking problem. It seemed to be a common coping mechanism.

"I still can't believe the amount of money those douchebags pay for that shit," Dean mumbled to himself, shaking his head a little.

"Neither can I but hey, that's four million we didn't have yesterday."

"Any idea where to find one of those?" Dean asked and he sat up beside her, sitting a bit closer than usual.

"I have one in my lock up back home, never thought I'd actually use it though." Cait downed the last of her beer and slapped her knee before getting down off the counter.

"We'll stop off on the way. You got the book?"

"Mhmm c'mon, I've got some serious guitar moves to teach you." She shot him a wink and sauntered out of the kitchen. Dean caught a glimpse of the gun tucked into the back of her shorts and the knife on the inside of her leather jacket. He remembered the first time she took out all her weapons. It was shocking the amount she kept concealed. She had a knife in each of her boots, a gun always in the back of her pants, about three knives in her jacket and small revolver in her front pocket.

Dean grabbed his jacket and followed her out. She was leaning against baby when he got outside and her head was tilted back, neck exposed. She liked the feeling of the sun warming her skin. Dean smirked and silently made his way over to her. Her eyes were closed and he fancied giving her a bit of a scare. Dean had a habit of forgetting that she was hunter. Dean was almost there when he felt the cool blade of her knife against his throat. There wasn't enough pressure to cut the skin but he could feel it all the same.

"Keep trying sweetheart." She opened her eyes to see Dean's mouth hanging open slightly. Dean grumbled under his breath and went around to the driver's side. Cait slipped into the car and Dean put his jacket in her lap. She folded it up into a makeshift pillow and put it behind her head. She always used his jacket as a pillow in the car. Dean glanced over to see her nose already buried in the book, lips moving a little as she read.

They pulled up at a motel about six hours later and it was around two in the morning. Dean always drove until he couldn't drive anymore. They didn't get two queens, they stopped getting two beds about a year ago. They slept together but it was in no way sexual. Well sometimes it was. After a solid two weeks of nightmares Dean had decided to try holding her in her sleep, just a reassuring presence and all that. He hadn't expected it to work but it did. At least she didn't steal the covers in the middle of the night.

Cait dropped her bag beside the bed and she stretched her arms until she heard the familiar popping and cracking of her bones. She was exhausted and was looking forward to a good nights sleep. Hopefully Dean wasn't planning on getting an early start. Cait rooted in her bag for her pyjamas. Tossing them onto the bed, she set to sorting out her weapons. Practically a ritual before bed. She took the weapons out of her shorts and out of her boots, laying them down on the nightstand in order of size. She left the knives in her jacket, all except the silver one.

Cait tugged off her t-shirt and Dean stole a glance at her semi-naked form. She wasn't self conscious, she had no reason to be. Especially with Dean. She was a C cup and her stomach was nicely toned from all the work outs and hunts. She pulled on her tank top over her bra, covering herself up before swapping her denim shorts for a pair of black cotton ones. Dean stripped to just his boxers before slipping under the sheets. Cait crawled in after him and he wrapped his arms around her instinctively. He pulled her to his side and she wiggled and turned until she was in her usual position. Head resting on the spot just below his shoulder, leg draped across him and an arm across his torso.

"Gnite," she mumbled and she tilted her head up to kiss his jaw, just as she always did. Dean smoothed back her blonde hair and kissed her head.

"Night, short stuff."

Cait felt Dean stir and her eyes shot open. Habitually, she reached for her knife but Dean grabbed her hand before it delved under the pillow. She relaxed and settled back under the sheets but she didn't put her head back on his chest.

"Everything okay?" Cait asked, turning over on her side to face him. Dean sat up in the bed and combed his fingers through his hair.

"Go back to sleep, I just need to do something."

"Dean..."

"It's alright, just get some sleep." He pressed his lips to her forehead before getting off the bed. The bed creaked at the sudden change in weight but neither took any notice, they were used to creaky old beds. Every hunter was.

"Call me if anything goes wrong okay?" Cait mumbled in her sleepy daze and Dean said nothing would go wrong. "Just promise me? I don't want to explain to Bobby that you died going out to get a candy bar or something at three in the morning."

"Get some sleep," he chuckled lightly and changed into his usual attire. He tugged the duvet up over her shoulders and gave her one last glance before leaving the room. He stepped out into the cold night and took a deep breath. He liked night's like this, cold and clear. Dean walked to the corner of the building where he saw a familiar figure standing. John.

"Dad," Dean greeted and John nodded in acknowledgment.

"She inside?" John asked.

"She's asleep. She's had a rough week," Dean told him.

"Her father's catching up." Dean winced at the words. Cait's father was a rather unsavoury character and Cait avoided him at all costs. She hadn't told Dean why and Dean didn't press it. She'd tell him when she was ready.

"She doesn't want anything to do with him, we both know that."

"Yes Dean, I know. That's why I'm here. He's only two states over so you two have until morning before he catches up with you."

"Why's he looking for her?" Perhaps John would have answers.

"No idea, just keep her safe, alright?" John said and Dean nodded.

"Of course."

"Skip the hunt in Virginia, I'll take care of it just get her far away from here"

"Dad, what's going on?"

"Dean, get her out of here by six."

"Yes sir," Dean said timidly. John gave him a slap on the back before making his way back to his truck. Dean leaned back against the wall and buried his face in his hands. They couldn't even have one night of peace. Cait's father had been trying to track them down for the last six months to no avail and now he was only two states over.

When Dean got back to their room Cait was sleeping. Her breathing was soft and Dean could only barely hear it. He didn't want to wake her but he had to. They had to leave immediately, they might have until morning but there was no guarantee.

"Cait, c'mon wake up." Dean shook her softly and her eyes fluttered open.

"Hmm?"

"We have to go." He brushed her hair out of her face and handed her one of her oversized cardigans. She sleepily pulled it on and Dean handed her his sweatpants. Normally she'd have been quicker, hunters need to be able to react quickly but she'd had a total of six hours sleep in the past seven days. She was running on fumes. She raised an eyebrow at the sweatpants. Even in her sleep deprived state she was questioning him.

"It's cold and I don't think shorts are going to cut it tonight sweetheart." Dean held them out to her and she took them slowly. Groggily she pulled off her pyjama shorts and put on his sweatpants. They were far too big but they were soft against her skin. Dean pulled the strings and they tightened until they hung just a bit loosely on her hips.

Dean stuffed her clothes into her duffle bag and lead her out of the room. Cait followed him to reception where a very pissed off receptionist checked them out but forced them to pay for the full night. Cait was surprised at how tired she actually was as Dean had to keep guiding her so she'd actually move.

"Into the back. Sleep for a few hours." He held open the back door and she hazily climbed in. Instantly she curled up into a fetal position and Dean looked in one of their bags for a blanket. It was going to be a cool night according to the weather. He found her favourite one that she brought with her everywhere and he wrapped it around her already sleeping form.

Dean slipped into the driver's seat and he started driving towards their home just outside New York. He had one of his cassette tapes playing quietly and he hummed along for the majority of the drive. He was used to drives like this, him in the front seat humming along to Metallica and Cait practically unconscious in the back seat. However, he preferred it when she was riding shotgun and telling him to stop driving like an old man. It made for a more entertaining atmosphere.

They'd been driving for about four hours when she woke up. A good night's sleep by any hunter's standards. She swung her legs over the front seat and plopped down in her usual seat beside Dean. Cait ran her fingers through her hair to try and tame it to a certain degree.

"Sleep alright?"

"Yep, your sweats are comfy." She tucked her legs under herself and let her head fall back against the seat.

"We're not too far away from home" He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel when they stopped at a red light

"Dean, we need to pick something up before we go home," she yawned.

"What do we need to pick up?"

"Food. There's none back at the house," she informed him with a lopsided smile.

"We'll stop at the store, might want to change out of my sweats though."

"Hmm I don't know, think I might keep them." She shot him a cheeky smile and threw her legs across the seat, resting them on Dean's lap. God he loved that smile

"Do you mind?"

"Nope." She reached over and turned up the radio before pulling out her kindle from the glove box. They were silent for the remainder of the journey, neither uttering a word until Dean pulled up at their grocery store. He got Cait her shorts and waited for her to emerge from the car. Cait swung open the door and wasn't particularly bothered when Dean grumbled something about nearly hitting him with his baby.

Dean threw an arm over her shoulders as they walked into the store and she reciprocated by slipping an arm around his waist. Cait was petite and she looked even more delicate beside Dean's large form. She wasn't exactly tall, only standing at 5"3 and she was slim, she certainly didn't look like she could take down a whole vampire nest on her own but she has on a few occasions. She killed a man with her thighs once, black widow style. Dean always thought she was the living embodiment of the heroine with her assassin like fighting skills.

"Hey, you fancy pie tonight?" Cait said softly, eyes glancing over the fruits. She made pie every Sunday if they were at home but today was Tuesday and she decided to make up for missing pie.

"You're awesome"

"So I've been told. Cherry, apple or pecan?" She looked up at him, her head resting slightly on his chest.

"Cherry." He was smiling like a child at Christmas. Cait picked up a few boxes of fresh cherries and threw them into the basket. They strolled around the store, Dean never leaving her side and getting the stuff down from the top shelves for her. Cait spotted a giant tub of cookie dough but Dean refused to get it down.

"Cait it's like the size of your head," Dean laughed and took one tub from the shelf but held it up in the air so she couldn't reach. Cait had an idea. She slipped her arms around his neck and pulled him down into a searing kiss. Dean was bringing his arm down to wrap it around her waist and pull her against him when she grabbed the tub and took off into a joyful skip down the aisle. He'd fallen for her usual game play again. She'd always do that when Dean held something up too high for her to reach and he'd be lying if he said it irritated him.

"I win" She held the tub up like a trophy and Dean crossed his arms over his chest,a smirk plastered on his face.

"You think?" Dean swept her into his arms and completely forgot about the basket on the floor. Cait chuckled and let him carry her bridal style back towards the baking supplies. Dean released her legs but kept his arm around her pulled her flush against him and pressed his lips to hers. "Jerk" She mumbled between kisses but she was smiling into the kiss.

"Bitch," he replied habitually from years of the familiar banter with Sam. He ran thumbs along her waistband and pulled away because if he kept kissing her he'd end up fucking her right there in the middle of the grocery store.

"You love me really." She winked and slipped an arm around his waist, resuming their original position. Dean didn't deny it, he never did. He mightn't have been able to tell her that he loves her outside the bedroom but he sure as hell wouldn't deny it when she said it.

Cait headed off to get something for dinner and left Dean in the baking aisle to get the rest of the stuff for the pie. An older man, probably in his fifties or sixties, stood beside Dean, looking at the different types of flour.

"You two remind me of me and my wife when we were your age." The man smiled to himself, probably reminiscing his time with his wife. "She seems like quite the catch."

"That she is, don't know where I'd be without her." Dean half smiled and looked down at the oversized tub of cookie dough in the basket.

"Don't let that one slip away. She's a once in a lifetime girl." The man left Dean standing there with his hand under his chin, thinking about the little blonde who played him at his own game. God what was he going to do? Could he make something out of their whole weird relationship? Would she want that with him? Those were the questions that floated around Dean's mind until Cait returned with bags from the in store butchers.

"Steak tonight sweetheart." She scooped up the basket and tugged him along behind her. Her ability in the kitchen shocked Dean, she cooked like an angel and never measured anything. Even baking pie, she never measured the ingredients and she was anything but gentle when she cooked yet her food always tasted heavenly.

"C'mon short round." Dean smiled down at her,affection in his eyes as they walked out of the store.

They'd missed their house, well mansion would be more accurate but that's just being captious. Their house was nine miles outside New York and had cost a total of fifty million dollars, not including altering certain aspects to their specifications. Cait had salt encased in glass in the floors in every threshold. The sprinklers were hooked up to holy water and Bobby helped Dean build a panic room in the basement that was kind of like Bobby's own panic room. Their pool even had holy water in it. Dean had wondered if it was a sin when they had sex in the pool.

"Home sweet home," Dean sighed and pulled up just in front of the door. He could put baby in her garage later. The pair got out of the impala and Cait unlocked the front door. The familiar scent of home invaded their nostrils and Dean wrapped his arms around her from behind, lifting her inside because she was just standing there, leaning against the door frame and staring into the foyer.

"You gonna stand around all day short round?"

"Sorry, I got lost in thought. I'm gonna take a shower, get changed and stuff. Be down in a while." She disentangled herself from Dean and headed up the stairs. Dean watched her walk up the stairs before heading back out to the car to get the groceries.

By the time Cait got back downstairs Dean had all the groceries put away, baby in the garage and he was sitting at the kitchen counter cleaning his gun. Cait had towel dried her hair so it was still a little damp and was clad in a white summer dress that came to just above her knees. God, she looks gorgeous, Dean thought.

"Seriously? There's a whole room filled with weapons and the stuff you need to clean them and here you are at the kitchen counter?"

"I prefer doing it here." He shrugged and continues cleaning his gun. Cait rolled her eyes and handed him a clean cloth because the one he had was filthy and it was starting to bother her.

"Seriously, it's like having a child sometimes with you," she chuckled and wiped away the little milk moustache that had formed above Dean's lip. He smiled impishly and she patted his cheek softly before she started pottering around the kitchen, preparing to make dinner. Dean watched, completely fascinated, as she chopped the vegetables in record time. She was quick, precise just as she was with everything. Her hunting skills seemed to seep into almost every aspect of her life.

"Need a hand?"

"Could you peel the potatoes?" Cait asked and gestured towards the bag that was slumped against the counter. Dean swung the bag up onto the counter and started skinning the poor unfortunate vegetables.

"How much?" He asked, glancing down at the half full mixing bowl that he'd decided to use.

"Enough for fries" Now fries from diners and takeaways were always awesome but nothing beats home made fries. Cait always made them chunky and there was never any left overs. Cait sees the grin on his face when she said fries and she gives him a soft smile. They'd become rather domestic over the past few months and it was nice. It's nice having someone to hold onto in the night, someone to curl up with on the sofa and watch stupid sitcoms with and it's even nicer having her writhing underneath him and moaning his name. He had to tell himself to stop thinking about it or he'd end up with a boner.

"Whachu thinking about?" Cait asked and Dean realised she was looking right at him. He was blushing, he was sure of it. He shifted in his seat, a futile attempt.

"Nothing," he mumbled quickly and she cocked an eyebrow.

"You sure? You're looking pretty flustered for a guy who's peeling potatoes." She made her way around the counter and turned the bar stool around so he was facing her. She stood in between his legs and rested her hands on his thighs. He took a shaky breath and tried not to focus on her warm hands that were so close.

"Cait..." He huffed and she smirked at him. She knew exactly what he was thinking about.

"S'alright sweetie." She pressed her lips to his briefly before leaving him to continue skinning vegetables. Cait was swaying her hips gently as the radio played one of her favourite songs. She liked classic rock just as much as Dean did but she had a soft spot for indie too.

Cait heard something and her eyes darted around. There was a door closing but there was only Dean in the house with her. Dean silently rose from his seat and grabbed his gun he'd been cleaning earlier. Cait hiked up her dress and pulled her gun out along with a knife. Praise whoever invented thigh straps. Dean let his eyes linger on the golden skin of her thigh, what guy wouldn't? Cait padded into the dining room on her tiptoes,not making a sound and Dean went out through the kitchen door.

He peeked his head around the door frame when he heard a thump and the familiar sound of punches. Any caution he was taking was gone as he darted out to the foyer to see Cait in hand to hand combat with some woman who was slightly taller than Cait with dirty blonde hair, not golden like Cait's. Cait's opponent was good, if she was just your average run of the mill kind of girl. Against Cait though it wasn't hard to decide who he'd bet on.

Cait was vicious and skilled, a lethal combination and Dean was in no way envious of anyone who crossed paths with her. Cait landed a punch that made Dean flinch and the woman crumble to the ground. She grabbed the woman by her grey leather jacket and started dragging her towards the kitchen.

"Can you check on the onions?" she said nonchalantly. Dean raised an eyebrow and headed back in, followed by Cait and the intruder. "Make sure she doesn't move." Cait headed off down the hall, presumably for rope. She was furious.

Dean hoisted the intruder up and Cait tied her hands behind her back before frisking her for weapons. She found a James Bond style revolver in her pocket and a silver knife in her boot. Cait scoffed at her lack of weapons and handed Dean the rope. Dean wrapped the rope around her arms, making sure she couldn't get out of them. He then tied her legs together and resumed his potato peeling, keeping an eye on her all the time.

They'd eaten dinner by the time she woke up and Cait was loading up the dishwasher when she heard a gasp.

"You're awake." Cait leaned back against the counter, scrutinizing the woman. Her face was expressionless but her eyes revealed everything. She was practically shitting herself. She'd been caught by the two best hunters in the world. They weren't supposed to be here, they were supposed to be on another hunt. Her intel had let her down.

"Get talking" Dean growled, gun poised.

"Cait Stone, right?" She had a British accent. "Well you certainly live up to your reputation."

"Cut the crap and tell us what the fuck you're doing breaking into our house," Cait snapped and Dean almost flinched. Almost. He knew that tone, this woman had better pray to God Cait didn't go over and strangle her.

"You have something I need," she stated.

"Who the hell are you and what are you doing breaking into our house" Dean pulled the safety trigger.

"Bela. Bela Talbot. I'm here for the Colt"

"It's not here."

"See I don't believe you," she started but was interrupted by Cait.

"See I don't really care. You're lucky I don't blow your brains out right here and now." Dean glanced over at Cait. Cait may have a temper and a right hook to match but she wouldn't kill a human. Well sometimes Dean thought she might, she was kinda scary when she was furious, not to mention drop dead sexy.

"Why do you want the Colt?" Dean asked. They didn't have it but he was curious.

"Money. You of all people should understand demanding clients." Cait narrowed her eyes. "After all, you're sleeping with her."

Dean had to hold Cait back and it wasn't exactly an easy task. Cait was hell bent on doing some serious damage to Bela and she didn't stand much of a chance of leaving there unscathed.

"She's just trying to get a rise out of you," Dean whispered. He let go of her arms and Cait wrapped her hand around Bela's throat.

"Listen here you little bitch, I'm gonna be extra nice simply because I've got more important things to deal with than some little half wit who had the bright idea of breaking in here. You leave, you never come back. You stay under the radar because as soon as your name pops up I promise you I'll hunt you down and kill you with the Colt," Cait sniped and Dean could only watch with a smirk on his face. God she was hot when she threatened people. He knew they needed to have sex and pronto because literally everything she did turned him on.

"Willing to waste a bullet on little old me?" Bela choked.

"The way you're going I'd be willing to waste all of them on you," Cait growled.

"Cait..." Dean started but Cait ignored him, focusing on the tramp in front of her.

"Now you're gonna leave. Don't even dream about coming back into this state, you hear me? I've taken down bigger fish for less."

"That was hot." Dean wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and buried his face in her neck. Cait had just gotten back from dropping Bela off in the middle of nowhere and she wasn't the slightest bit remorseful.

"We need to lock the door from now on." Cait leaned back against him, resting her head on his firm chest.

"Well there wasn't a hope in hell she'd have even gotten into the vault"

"Not the point. This is supposed to be our safe place" She was right. Their home was supposed to be where they could relax and ignore their lives for a brief while but clearly that wasn't happening.

"Promise I'll get on it alright. But seriously you look sexy when you're threatening to kill someone" Dean pressed his lips to the base of her neck and kissed it gently.

"That so?" Cait turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck, going up on her tippie toes so she could kiss him. Dean let out a feral growl and wrapped his arms around her thighs, lifting her so she could wrap her legs around his waist. She was soft and warm and fit perfectly against him. Dean supported her by holding onto her butt and Cait clung to his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss. He needed to be closer, much closer. His tongue slipped into her mouth and she welcomed it, letting him explore every crevice like it was somewhere new. She tasted like something that was unmistakably Cait. Sweet but not sickeningly sweet like some girls, more like cupcake sweet with a hint of peppermint.

"Son of a bitch," Dean moaned when Cait ground against him. She smirked and Dean started carrying her towards the downstairs guest room. Cait's dress was riding up her thighs and Dean ran his hands over the smooth sun-kissed skin. She nearly always had a tan from wearing her denim shorts whenever the went to the warmer states. Dean put her down gently on the bed. He settled between her legs as he devoured her mouth again. Cait moaned and arched towards him when his hand slid under her dress.

"Off," she mumbled between kisses and tugged his t-shirt up. Dean pulled it off quickly before returning to her mouth. Her hands roamed over the expanse of his chiseled torso, over the soft bumps from old scars. She dragged her finger down the line in the centre of his abs and Dean could feel the gentle scrape of her nail against his skin. Cait's nails weren't fake like most of the girls he'd been with, hers came just past her fingers and were painted a teal colour that was starting to chip at the tips.

Dean was hard and Cait could feel him pressing against her. He felt like a horny teenager who got a chubby over the stupidest things around her. Cait's stomach was in knots as Dean's strong, calloused hands ran up her thighs. It had only been a few days but a girl gets used to having her needs seen to often. They'd had a busy few days and sex had been put on the shelf.

Dean hooked his fingers in her underwear, gently tugging them down her legs. Cait tried to wriggle out of them faster but Dean held her hips down with his other hand. He didn't want to take her quick, he wanted this to be long and sweet.

Dean's phone started ringing. It was John's ringtone. Cait groaned, threw her head back in frustration and Dean cursed under his breath. He pressed his lips to hers briefly before pulling his phone out of his pocket. Damn it, John had the worst timing.

"Yeah?" Dean sounded annoyed and John noticed it straight away. Always quick on the draw.

"Am I interrupting something?"

"Actually you are," Dean grumbled and kneeled in between Cait's legs. He looked down at her flustered face and raised an eyebrow when a wicked grin spread across her face. Cait unbuttoned his jeans and pulled the zipper down. Slowly, she started to ease his jeans off him, down until she could see a bit of skin between his boxers and the waistband of his jeans. Dean sucked in a sharp breath and tried to find it in himself to swat her hand away but he couldn't. He knew she had the mouth of an artist.

"Well too bad. Sam's in danger."