Heh. Hey guys! So...new story. One of many that I actually have planned. Only this and one other have I got slightly written though...No idea why Supernatural is inspiring me so much lately but I'm not complaining! It's actually why I haven't updated my other fics in a while. I've been so busy writing my new ones that I just sorta lost track of days lol! That, and I've been moving fics over to Archive of our own(mostly my smutty ones ;)).

A few notes: The title is Latin(Or atleast that's what google-translate tells me) for 'Not the usual enemy'. I thought it would be cooler so yeah...Ahem. This story will more than likely be part of a series but I'm trying not to get too far ahead of myself since I don't even have this one finished yet lol!

Anyway...Enjoy!

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The first thing she noticed was that the room was spinning and there was a feeling of dry liquid down the back of her neck, as well as a throbbing pain in her head. The next thing she noticed was how tightly her hands and feet were bound, and that she was in a sitting position. It was that moment when she realized that she was tied to a chair.

A pang of hurt shot through her. She may not have known them for that long but they were the first people she had considered her friends in a long time.

Lifting her head was a struggle since she was still hazy with unconsciousness. Squinting her eyes, she could just about make out a figure sitting on the bed opposite her, just to the right. She didn't need to see properly to know who it was. "Dean..." She called weakly, shaking her head. "It's not-"

"Shut it." He ordered angrily the second he heard her voice. He felt hurt; betrayed. From the time they worked together on the hunt he had grown quite fond of the pretty little hunter only to discover that she was a enemy. "No more, alright Darcy?" He paused for a moment before letting out a humorless laugh and shaking his head as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. "Hell, Darcy ain't even your name is it, Kerry?"

She swallowed thickly and lowered her head in defeat. "I couldn't tell you my real name. Just in case." She whispered brokenly.

"Just in case..." He laughed again. "Just in case we found out 'bout how you killed those men in cold blood?" He questioned angrily, standing up and walking over to her. He stopped just before he reached her and knelt down, his fingers going to her chin as he forced her to look at him. "You're' a helluva an actress. Anyone tell you that before?" Hurt shone in his eyes. "Bet you coulda won awards for your performance. A freakin' Oscar." Shaking his head, he roughly let go of her chin, making her eyes go to the floor again. "Certainly had me n' Sammy fooled."

Kerry swallowed back her tears. "I wasn't acting." She argued back at him. "I swear, I wasn't."

Rolling his eyes, he stood back up and made his way over to the dining table. "Sure, sweetheart."

A wave of panic hit her. "I wasn't Dean! You have to believe me!" She begged as her tears won the battle and began to form in her eyes. Shit, he wasn't going to believe her, was he?

He scoffed as he sat down at the table. "So you didn't kill those hunters?"

She held back a sob and couldn't bring herself to reply to him.

"Yeah, s'what I thought." Dean mumbled to her, his eyes going to the motel window as he waited for Sammy to return with their breakfast. Kerry had been unconscious all night and they still hadn't figure out what they were going to do with her. She must have been thinking the same thing because she questioned:

"H...Have you called 'em?" She asked him with hesitance, not wanting to know the answer.

Dean thought about ignoring her but for some reason, he decided not to, "Not yet." He told her with a hard glance in her direction. "Don't mean we ain't going to though."

The information made her heart leap in fear and she watched as his attention went back to the window, his hand moving to his chin where he rubbed it in thought. What was she going to do now? She thought to herself, her head falling back against the chair. They spent the next half hour in silent, both of them too lost in their thoughts to speak to each other and before they knew it, Sammy was back.

"Sammy..." Kerry swallowed thickly, lifting up her head when he walked through the door. "Sammy, I swear it's not what you think." She tried miserably.

Sam shook his head, his once warm and soft brown eyes were now cold and betrayed. "Only Dean gets to call me that." He responded expressionlessly as he put the paper bag down on the table and sat opposite to Dean.

Her heart clenched in her chest. Twenty-four hours ago Sam was smiling when she used that nickname and now he looked like he hated the way it sounded on her lips. Sighing in defeat, she slumped back against the chair she was tied to. She had tried to speak to them but neither of them wanted to know her now.

"Finally," Dean commented coldly, reaching into the paper bag and pulling out his bacon cheese burger. "Look's like she's given up." He unwrapped it and took a bite out of it before chewing and continuing with his mouthful, "Might be able to get rid of this damn headache."

Sam didn't respond. Instead, he pulled out another bacon cheese burger and walked over to Kerry. He placed the item in her lap before pointing at her warningly. "You try anything..."

She nodded in understanding. "I won't." She promised. Atleast not yet anyway, she thought to herself. If they did call up the hunters who wanted her head on a plate then she would have no choice but to try and escape from them but until then, she would remind civil with them and hope that she could gain their trust and make them believe that she didn't murder those men in cold blood.

Sam nodded back at her before walking around her chair and kneeling down, his hands moving to the rope which was tied around her wrists. He wasn't rough as he untied her but he wasn't exactly gentle either. Once he was finished, he muttered a quiet, "Done." before returning to his previous spot at the table opposite Dean.

She had to bring her hands around to her front slowly because of the stiffness in her joints from being in that position for so long. As she did, she let out a hiss at the pain, making Dean's eyes glance over at her. Their gaze met and he almost looked guilty before his expression hardened again and he turned back to his breakfast.

With a heavy heart, she sighed and unwrapped her burger before bringing it up to her mouth and taking a bite. Despite the situation, she almost moaned at the taste and a sad smile came to her lips as she chewed. Dean loved these burgers. He'd practically had them for breakfast, lunch and dinner everyday they'd worked together, which had been for about a week now. As she ate, she couldn't help but remember the day she met the Winchester brothers.

She was running, something she had found herself doing almost constantly for the past year since the incident occurred. It wasn't her fault; she couldn't help what happened but no one believed her since she wasn't a very well known hunter, and they were. Hell, hardly anyone had ever held of her until it happened.

She could hear them behind her, yelling at her and promising her that they would find her and get their revenge. She tried to ignore it, only concentrating on escaping them but it didn't stop her heart from dropping into her stomach at their words.

Luckily, she was prepared. Had to be if she wanted to play things safe and she'd parked her car well away from her motel room. That way, if they found her at her motel and she had to make a run for it, she didn't have to leave her hunting gear behind because of them waiting for her to return to her car.

Her legs were burned and her lungs ached, as well as the stitch that had formed on her side but she eventually managed to make it to her car. They were still behind her but she just about had enough time to get in her car and get on the road without looking back.

It took her a full hour of driving before her heart rate returned to normal and she didn't stop until the sun started to rise, and when it did, she decided to stop at the next town she came across, knowing that it would be too dangerous to carry on driving with the way her eyes kept slipping shut from exhaustion.

So she found a cheap motel and paid with cash. As she was walking out of the reception, with her door key tucked into the back pocket of her pants and purse in her hand as she tried to put away the change the motel worker gave her, she bumped into something solid. The loose change that she hadn't managed to put away yet fell from her grip as she stumbled. Luckily, the man she walked into grabbed her arms in a attempt to steady her.

It was a pretty god-damn cheesy way to meet, she'll be the first to admit.

"Woah, sweetheart." A smooth, husky voice spoke from above her small height of five-foot-two. His hands were no longer gripping her arms now that she was steady and instead they lightly laid on her elbows as he ducked his head in a attempt to catch her eyes. "You alright?" He questioned, sounding guilty.

She hated the way her cheeks started burning in embarrassment. "I'm fine. Sorry." She apologized, glancing up at him. Her eyes widened in shock when she saw his face. Was that who she thought it was...? Mentally shaking herself, she forced herself to ask, "You?"

He nodded, cracking a lop-sided grin. "M'good." He assured her before letting her go, looking slightly sheepish. "Bit early to be drinkin' though, ain't it?" He joked, making light of the situation as he went to bend down and gather her money.

She leaned down in a crouch, mirroring him as she laughed. "Sorry, alcoholism does that to ya'." She responded, trying to sound embarrassed as she went along with his joke. Absently, she was picking up her change but her eyes didn't stray from him. She was so sure that it was him...And she couldn't help herself when she asked, "Are you Dean Winchester?"

He glanced up at her, looking taken back and his hand paused it's moments. Slowly, he frowned, looking at her cautiously. "Do I know you?"

She shook her head, her eyes removing them self from his own because of the intensity of his stare and she gathered the rest of the coins on the floor before standing up; he quickly did the same. "No, I doubt it." She told him, slipping the change into her purse.

Still eyeing her wearily, he nodded, handing her the last of her change. "Then how'd you know my name, sweetheart?" He questioned before smirking at her as she put the coins he handed her away. "Can't be 'cause we slept together. I know that I would remember a pretty face like yours." He flirted, folding his arms over his chest.

She let out a startled chuckle at his joke before shaking her head with a cheeky smile. "No, you're right, you would remember it if you spent the night with me." She told him, making him raise his eyebrows at her with a impressed smile. "I've heard of you," She admitted, licking her lips. "You're a hunter, right?"

If he didn't look taken back when she knew his name, he certainly did now. "Uh...Cristo?" He whispered questioningly, unfolding his arms and looking as if he was ready to grab the knife in the back of his pants at any moment.

She let out a light laugh. "I'm not a demon," She assured him. "I'm a hunter...like you."

His eyebrows creased as he frowned at her, not looking like he believed a word she was saying. "No way in hell." He commented, shaking his head. "No offence but...you're so small."

She didn't look offended in the slightest since it was something she heard often from people she saved. "Alright," She started, crossing her arms over her chest. "What'd I have to do to prove it to you?"

His lips pursed as he thought before a naughty grin covered his features and he leaned towards her, his breath brushing against her ear as he whispered, "Show me...your trunk." He suggested before pulling away with a smirk.

Taking a breath to steady her nerves at his close proximity, she responded with a equally naughty smile as her hand moved up and rested against her heart. "Oh Dean," She sighed dreamily. "I thought you'd never ask."

"Well, I'm impressed." Dean commented, looking down into the hidden compartment of her trunk where all her weapons laid. "You weren't lyin' when you said you were a hunter, huh?"

She smiled, feeling slightly embarrassed. Before anyone could accidentally get a peak in at her weapons, she closed the compartment and then the truck before jumping up and sitting on it. "Told ya'."

He nodded, his head bobbing up and down. "You did." He replied with a smirk. "Am I allowed to know your name?" He questioned causally, leaning his hip next to where she sat. "After all, I did just get a good look in on your trunk." He grinned.

She threw her head back and let out a laugh. "It's-" She cut herself off, her face falling. She almost told him her real name, something she hadn't used for a year. "Darcy." She continued, forcing a smile. For the first time, she actually felt guilty for giving someone a fake name.

"Hmm..." He started thoughtfully before shrugging. "You don't really look like a Darcy." He commented, standing up straighter. "Anyway, Darcy..." He grinned. "My fellow hunting female friend..." He continued with a wink, making her giggle as he wrapped a arm around her shoulders. "Can I buy you breakfast?"

With a shy smile, she glanced at him and nodded. "Sure."

Yes, it's pretty confusing at this point but that's part of the fun and mystery! All will be revealed with in time ;).

So why'd you guys think? Wanna read more?