Important: As of 1/19, this chapter has been revised a few new items, but this is a repost. Ohio_Writer is currently editing this fic! So please give a warm thanks for being able to read free of errors!

Title: Where the Sun is Silent
Pairings: Kagome and Dean
Genre: Adventure, Mystery, Friendship, Romance
Rating: T
Summary: Kagome Higurashi was on a mission. Only death would stop her.
Note: Inuyasha is set after the end of the Anime and Supernatural takes places during Season 5 Episode 3
Congrats and Kudos to Chu-Shinna for the first Supernatural fic!

Music written to:
Working Man, Rush (Kagome's intro and meeting Dean)
Hey man nice shot, Filter (Kagome's first battle)
In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida, Iron Butterfly (Kagome and Dean at the hotel)
Get Down Tonight, Texas (Kagome and Dean's brawl)
Spooky, Imogen Heap (End of Chapter)

Disclaimer: I own nothing

~Limbo~

I have been walking this planet far too long, stuck in state of no progression. That was all about to end, because I am going to find a Winchester and I'm going after the one that ruined my life. I just want to rest.

K. Higurashi
Entry 63.1

The taste of pine filled her mouth as she bit down on the toothpick. She leaned against the black and silver Suzuki that was parked and propped in the dirt lot of the excess parking. Idly, she dug the tip of her left boot into the dirt as she kept her cobalt gaze upon the man that was just walking into the bar. His hands were stuffed in the black jacket pockets which was left wide open, revealing an army green plain shirt. His shoes clicked against the wooden planks of the bar's porch. Quickly, his eyes—olive green, bordering on a green hazel in the light—drifted over the town before he turned into the bar.

Kagome Higurashi spat the toothpick into the dirt as she pulled her hair out of the high ponytail. The air in this town was thin and the heat was dry, she noticed as she pulled off the tight navy leather jacket and let it hit the black seat of her bike. Normally, she wouldn't be in leather boots and jackets with her hair up, but riding for two days straight from Chicago to the middle of nowhere was the reason for the safety items. Becoming butter on the cement road was not her idle end to a means. Her obsidian hair reached her lower back, brushing against a bare back and shoulders.

What she wanted and needed was information and she had heard through various sources that a Winchester would serve her purposes. With all the identities these guys had, she had finally tracked one Winchester down thanks to a freaky fan of that book series, Supernatural.

'Becky,' Kagome thought with a shiver. The woman really had no life, but loved to blog on the internet about Supernatural, especially Sam. Kagome figured that the book based on the brothers was no coincidence, not since Souta and Shippo had once teamed up to make her story into a manga. It was odd having fans of something believed as fiction, but was really her life.

Dusting off her jeans, touching the small white pearl at her neck, and straightening her top, Kagome moved toward the bar. Her eyes were focused, her walk confident as she silently moved. Her eyes glanced to a poll where five fliers hung of missing people. Three women, two males, the earliest missing since three days ago. It was suspicious and she knew that Dean Winchester would question the activity. This was the reason he was here, because there was something in this town munching on humans. She didn't want to get involved in supernatural phenomena, but she desperately needed to divide fact from fiction and a Winchester was her best bet.

'Information, not supernatural crap,' Kagome firmly reminded herself as she entered the bar.

Fifteen tables, a few pool tables, and a bar with twenty seats in the dusty tavern made up this town's best bar. There sat Dean Winchester at the bar with a beer between two hands and arms on the table. His gaze was kept focused on the beer, staring at it as if it had the answers to all his problems. She let her gaze wander around, noticing a few patrons and man sitting in the far corner before she took a seat down from at the bar. The bartender was male, in a jean shirt with torn arms and tattoos she couldn't describe.

"How ya doin miss?" The bartender questioned.

Sky blue eyes smiled at her as he offered a smile upon a plump face.

"I'm good," Kagome assured.

"What can I get for ya?" He questioned.

"I'm from out of country, what do you recommend?" Kagome questioned with a smile.

"Get a mixed," Kagome glanced to her right and saw him, Dean staring right at her. Left hand on his left knee with his right elbow on the bar, "something sweet for a sweet thing like you." His eyes darted to the bartender as he suddenly said, "Hold the extra onion on the cheeseburger."

Kagome rolled her gaze to the bartender and said, "Rum and coke please."

"So where you from?" Dean questioned, drawing her attention.

"Tokyo," Kagome replied with a smile.

"Quite far from home," Dean replied, a brow arching, a killer smile he asked, "Feeling lonely?"

"Here's ya burger."

The plate was heavily set down in front of him and the bartender gave Dean a glare which in return he offered a smile.

"No I'm not lonely," Kagome assured as she stared at the burger. The thing had to be half a cow judging by the double patties.

He smirked at the burger before he looked to Kagome and said, "I'm Dean."

"Kagome," she easily replied, the name gliding off her tongue. "Nice to meet you."

The drink was set in front of her, and the bartender gave her smile and softly said, "If you need help, jus' let me know."

"Thank you."

Dean bit into the burger, shoving as much bun, meat and cheese into his mouth as possible. Kagome couldn't help but sadly smile as she noticed the way his cheeks puffed up as he chewed. The scent of spices and sharp cheddar drifted past her, no doubt from the burger.

"So what you doing so far from home?" Dean questioned as he swallowed his bite and then proceeded to take another.

"I'm searching for an old friend," Kagome answered. Tilting her head to the side she asked, "Are you from here?"

"Nope," Dean simply replied, "I'm a traveler, seeing the," his eyes blatantly traveled her curves, "beautiful sites."

Kagome softly giggled before acting as if she could hide behind her drink. She ducked her head and offered him a shy smile. Straw to her lips, she took a small sip of the drink. A sigh left her lips and she wondered how she was ever going to ask him for the information she needed without causing a scene. She wasn't sure how he would react, but she didn't want to start trouble.

"How long are you in town for?" Dean's voice broke her from her thoughts.

"Just tonight," Kagome answered. "I still have a friend to find."

"I know the feeling," Dean muttered under his breath as he bite into the burger again.

"Everything tastes like shit!"

The sudden shout caused both Kagome and Dean to look over their shoulders. It was the man she noticed in the corner when she had first arrived. He had tipped his table, spilling food and beer onto the floor as he cursed.

"Hey!"

The bartender quickly moved around his bar and approached the trouble maker. Kagome saw the man sneer at the bartender and instantly her eyes widened. Her gaze turned to Dean who she noticed looked confused and a bit suspicious, but nothing else. She knew he couldn't sense what she could sense, that he was a creature of the undead. The man was normal looking enough, dirty white skin, brown eyes with shaggy brown hair. What wasn't normal was the punch he threw that sent the bartender to the ground. The man kicked the bartender before he ran out of the bar.

"That was…odd."

Kagome found herself easily agreeing with Dean, "Odd indeed."

She got off her stool and approached the bartender as he sat on the floor. His nose was a bit crooked from the hit and blood now slowly traveled from the nasal and over his upper lip.

"Are you okay?" Kagome softly asked as she pulled a paper napkin from the table and held it to his nose. "This may sting."

Without waiting for a reply, she applied pressure to his nose and focused despite the man's yelp. The sensation of warmth filled her hand as she concentrated on healing the broken nose. The man groaned and when she pulled her hand away she saw that his nose was once again straight. She gently wiped the blood away and stood up with a bright smile.

"Guess it wasn't that bad!" Kagome happily stated.

The bartender prodded his nose a look of astonishment etched across his face. His pudgy fingers continued to prod his nose as Kagome went back over to her drink and took a sip. Glancing over at Dean she smiled and shrugged.

"Just a little bruised," Kagome assured.

"You a doctor or nurse or something?" Dean questioned.

"A nurse," Kagome answered without looking at him. 'Or something.'

She reached into her pocket, pulled out a ten and left it on the bar.

"Leavin' so soon?" Dean asked, suspicion tainting his voice.

Looking over she noticed that he had finished the burger and fries and was now staring at her. Both hands were on his knees as he waited for an answer.

"I'm tired and it's time to get back to my room," Kagome explained and yawned.

Without waiting for answer she turned on her heel and strolled out of the bar. Her hand went to the small white pearl at her neck and she gently rubbed it between her thumb and index finger for comfort. She heard Dean shift and hoped that he followed her, maybe then she would be able to get answers. The sun had finally set and the dim lights from a few streetlamps filled random areas. Kagome moved across the small lot and crossed the street before she heard footsteps following after her.

'He did follow,' Kagome thought with relief.

"Hey Dean, I know—"

Her words died in her throat when fingers dug into her shoulder and spun her around roughly. She would've fallen if it hadn't been for the grip that held her. Eyes widening in shock she mentally cursed for not sensing the strange creature from the bar.

"Nice night for a bite," the man growled out.

She hadn't come here to get involved in other people's supernatural problems. She had her own issues to deal with and it didn't include undead creatures. Kagome balled up her fists and glared at him.

"Bite me," she growled back.

"That's the point!"

His mouth widened and she watched the fangs extend over his normal teeth from the gums. Kagome let the pink energy flow into her hands as she brought her fist up in an uppercut to his jaw. The man yelped as his own teeth sunk into his gums. She pushed him away, the pain distracting him from his grip. Turning on her heel she took off, running towards her bike. The sand of the parking lot slightly slowed her, but she reached the bike and pulled the machete from the right hand side of her bike. The sound of metal sliding against sheath was a comfort. Footsteps were pounding against the sand and she allowed the power to flow into the black metal of the machete. Now that she was focused, she was a hundred percent sure that the creature was attacking her from behind.

Kagome spun around, the blade coming up as she turned. The pink of her powers allowing the blade to cut through from above his thigh across his chest and exiting his shoulder. She came back around and stabbed the machete through his neck. A pulse of power surged forth and she watched as the undead creature was consumed in pink flames, dissolving until nothing was left. She lowered the blade and she saw one Dean Winchester standing across the road eyes wide in shock.

"Yeah," Kagome uncomfortably said. "Hi again?"

Dean didn't say anything for a moment and then she watched in fluid motion pull a gun from his waist. She didn't know what the type of gun the silver weapon was, but she knew that it would hurt if she got shot.

"Listen," Kagome calmly urged. "I'm not the…"

He pulled the trigger. The gun fired and the bullet raced toward her. She scowled as she held up a hand. It was like having a thin sheet of pink plastic expand around her and the bullet hit it, she watched as it stretched her barrier before it fell uselessly to the ground. Kagome raised her gaze to Dean and arched a brow with a smirk.

"I'm not here to hurt you or anyone else," Kagome quickly snapped, her temper getting the better or her.

"What the hell are you?" Dean questioned as he warily kept his distance.

"You're not going to shoot me?" Kagome snapped.

"Not now," Dean grumbled as he lowered the gun, but kept it out.

Kagome dropped the barrier and whipped the machete of the vampires dead blood before she wiped it on a clothe she pulled from the sack that hung at the back of her bike. She slid the machete back in the sheath before she turned to see that Dean had come a bit closer, but was still hanging back. Kagome leaned against the bike as she smirked at him.

"If I meant to hurt people I wouldn't had healed the bartender," Kagome sighed as she crossed her arms.

"Listen Kagome, I haven't survived this long by relaxing," Dean responded as he stood a few feet away from her. "So, what type of hot monster can fry a vampire to nothing?"

"I'm not a monster," Kagome sniffed, "I'm a Miko."

"My-Co," Dean mispronounced with a confused look.

"Mee-ko," Kagome corrected. "I am a female shrine maiden that has powers to exorcise evil, purify demons and heal."

"Really?" Dean drawled, clearly not fully believing.

"Listen all I want is a bit of information," Kagome sighed. She really didn't want to explain her history with supernatural. "The only reason I searched for you or your brother is because I heard that you guys had experience with," she waived her hand around, "weird stuff."

"And you don't consider yourself weird?" Dean snorted with smirk, his eyes trained on her.

She was not going to have this conversation; it would more than likely end up with them going in circles. The best chance she would have would be taking him to her room and simply talking things out.

"Why don't you come to my room…"

"You are pretty hot."

"…and we can talk," Kagome finished, ignoring his comment.

He gave a low whistle making Kagome believe that talking was the last thing on his mind. Kagome gripped the handles on her bike and kicked the stand back up and started to wheel her bike in the direction of the hotel.

"Hey!" Dean called out.

She kept walking, ignoring him and focusing on the sound of sand crunching under her feet. A curse flew from Dean's mouth as he ran toward the strange girl. His eyes darted ahead and he realized that she was heading towards the hotel he was also staying at. He jogged ahead of the girl and slowed as he turned around.

"If you want to talk, we go to my room," Dean stated as he kept walking backwards as she moved forward.

"That's fine," Kagome easily agreed.

Dean jogged ahead and she saw him go a few doors down from her own room. He slipped a key in the door and stepped insides, carefully stepping over the threshold. Kagome parked her bike next a car before she moved toward the door. Her eyes glanced down and she saw salt upon the ground. She stepped in it and then past it as he shut the door. Her eyes traveled the room; it was the same beige carpeting, white wall room with a signal bed that had an old floral pattern bedspread. He pulled a chair away from the desk and offered it to her as he sat on the bed. Kagome took the seat with her gaze focused upon him. Neither of them willing to break eye contact.

"How do you kill a demon?" Kagome suddenly and bluntly asked; her tone as serious as the look upon her face.

It looked like Dean had been slapped; shock was the primary feeling upon his face. He quickly blinked a few times trying to process what she had just asked while clearing his face. Dean ran a hand along his face and his back went straight.

"Listen lady…"

"Kagome, call me Kagome," She interrupted.

"Okay, Kagome," Dean slowly began clearing his throat as he gathered his thoughts, "Before I tell you anything, I want to know a few things first."

She opened her mouth to protest.

He held up a hand and said, "I deserve to know a few things before I march you off to your death."

"Fine," she grumbled. If it got her the information she wanted then she would spend a few moments answering questions.

'What was a few moments compared to the six years I have already spent searching?'

"If you can exorcise evil and purify demons why not simply purify the demon that you hold a grudge for?"

"It's that easy to notice," Kagome sighed.

"Yeah, it is," Dean muttered.

"There are demons, then there are demons, and then there are youkai," Kagome began to explain. "I'm sure you have experience with demons and demons, but youkai are something else. Youkai are humans that transform into supernatural creatures some good others bad, and then there are youkai that simply are, neither human nor demon. I have the power to purify them to nothing, much along like I recently learned: undead creatures, ghosts, and vengeful spirits. I found out the hard way that I can't purify Earth spirits, shape shifters, and things that are created. I can break the magic to do away with created things, but my powers can't harm the creature."

Dean had a feeling that the girl wasn't lying, because he saw her kill that vamp first hand. It was strange that something like her existed to begin with and amazing that the demons hadn't bothered her until now. There was Plan A, people using religion—not very well—to protect against evil, then there was Plan B, which were the Winchesters and other Hunters that aborted evil, and then there was Plan C, Kagome the…

"Birth control," Dean suddenly muttered.

"Excuse me?" Kagome growled, her cheeks heating up in embarrassment.

"You're like the birth control against the supernatural, you protect against some things, but not the really bad stuff," Dean explained, his hands moving in trying to explain the motions.

"That's a rude analogy," Kagome stated.

"Hey, at least you're not a future angel condom!" Dean loudly stated with a shrug.

"I seriously, don't want to know," Kagome sighed as she held up her hands in front of her. "Just tell me, how I can kill a demon."

"You can exercise them back to Hell," Dean stated as she shifted on the bed. Kagome watched as he leaned over and pulled a bag of chips from under the bed. Ripping the bag open, he shoved a few chips into his mouth. "But you can't kill them."

"Why didn't you simply tell me that to begin with?" Kagome snarled as the rage at being led around without founding a solution evident in her voice. The lights flickered causing Dean to pause in his chip munching to move his gaze to the lights than back to her. "Sorry."

"You can't control your powers?" Dean questioned, looking mistrustful.

"I can control them," Kagome softly assured, "I just am upset."

"You're options are exorcising them back to hell, finding some way to set your powers from stun to kill, and that's about it," Dean explained with some finality, the sound of crunching chips filled her ears.

Kagome stood up, hopes dashed but not forgotten. She still had a mission to do and she wouldn't stop until she was dead. If this was just one more bump in the road, then so be it. She would overcome this, adapt and succeed. Without much thought, she reached up and touched the small white pearl at her neck drawing Dean's gaze to the object.

"I thank you for the information," Kagome honestly, though wearily thanked.

"Want a chip?" Dean offered as he waived the bag toward her, lips pursed in thought.

"I better get going," Kagome muttered. "Like I said, got an old friend to find."

"Demon?" Dean questioned as he munched another chip.

"Yeah," Kagome absently replied her eyes looking toward the door, but focused somewhere else, "a demon."

She moved to the door, distracted by memories and emotions that she constantly tried to bury. It didn't matter that they constantly resurfaced, but she dug a grave for every time they did resurface. Graves that went deeper so she could bury them under mounds of dirt in hopes that they wouldn't return. Dean stood up as she removed the locks and twisted the door knob. As she pulled open the door she casted one final look at Dean.

"Thanks again," Kagome sighed.

She turned back to look outside when she saw two men and two women standing. Kagome froze as she felt a strange sensation fill her. Her pupils widened when she realized that these people were undead creatures too. Kagome slammed the door shut and spun around to stare at Dean.

"Vampires!" Kagome squeaked.

Without missing a beat, Dean pulled a showed off shotgun and machete from under the bed. He checked the bullets before he cursed.

"Suppose you don't have any dead man's blood on you?" Dean questioned with a laugh.

"Eww, no," Kagome grimaced as she jumped away from the door when it was suddenly kicked. Laughter echoed outside the room as the door was kicked again. It was clearly them trying to taunt them.

"Got to take off the head," Dean explained, "in order to kill them."

The door was kicked harder, telling them that the time for games were over.

"Dead man's blood slows 'em down, like a poison," Dean quickly spoke as he aimed the gun at the door.

"And guns?" Kagome questioned.

The door was suddenly kicked down causing wood to splinter and Kagome to back closer to Dean. The dark male with coal eyes smirked at her before he hissed with a mouth full of fangs and lunged at them. Dean took aim and pulled the trigger, the bullet hit the vampire in the forehead sending him back out the door and to the ground.

"Slows them down too and hurts like hell," Dean smarted as he handed her the machete.

Kagome happily took the blade, feeling the heavy weight of the metal in the blade. The window exploded inward as the two females lunged through with the other white male stepping over his companion and charging. There was no way out of the room and she knew that it was another battle she wanted to avoid. The blade flared with the ease of her powers causing the vampires to pause in their pursuit.

"Never seen anything like me?" Kagome teased with a sly grin. "Neither did your stupid dead again friend."

"I'll kill you!"

Kagome grinned as the brunette charged her without resistant. The pain of losing a loved one caused stupidity to reach an all time high. Kagome easily swung the blade through the female's neck, causing her head to hit the bed and her body the floor.

"Lucky hit," Dean sniffed as he fired at the male just standing there in shock. The bullet hit him in the neck causing him to hit the floor.

"Just jealous of my moves," Kagome teased as she kept her gaze on the remaining female.

Kagome moved toward the female, with blade aflame as the female hissed at her in warning.

"I'll get cute and deadly and you actually kill the two males," Kagome ordered as she moved away from a protesting Dean.

Eyes focused on the males, Dean glanced away to take a quick glance at Kagome's heart shape bottom in those tight jeans. With a smirk he fired another round only to have the dark male still standing. The vampire spat the bullet out and grinned at the male with a taunting deep chuckle before lunging.

"Oh shit," Dean cursed as he swung the gun like a bat and clubbed the vamp upside the head.

It gave Dean a moment to pull out a dagger and stab his attacker in the side of the neck. Dean pulled the dagger slitting the neck deeply and spilling blood. He used the butt of the gun to slam it into the wound and drive the male to the ground. Using brute strength and ignoring the cold coagulated blood that hit him in the face, he snapped the neck and fully separated the neck.

The other male tackled him to the ground as he shifted the weight of the gun from his kill. Dean cursed as he slipped in the blood and went down. Using the barrel of the gun he caught the vampire in the mouth, acting like a mouth guard. A growl tore from the vampire and pudgy hands wrapped around his neck, squeezing with a force that he neck would snap his neck. Dean struggled to push the monster away, mentally berating himself for letting his guard down.

A snort filled the air and a petite hand came at the vampire. Kagome fully gripped the creature by the back of his head and snarled as pink flared, running down her arms like flames and consuming the creature. Dean gasped for air the moment he was free. Kagome grinned as his purple face slowly regained color. She kneeled next to pushing his hands away from bruised neck.

"Relax," Kagome urged as she placed her hands on his neck.

Dean tensed when he saw that same flare of pink that killed all those vampires. Warmth filled him and he felt every ache and pain leaving his body. Feelings of comfort soothed his soul and within an instant it was gone.

"Better?" Kagome questioned; her voice relaying tiredness.

"Better," Dean spoke, his voice rough from the pressure.

"Good," Kagome sighed.

He watched her eyes roll up and she fell forward right on top of him. Dean grunted at the light impact but caught her fallen from. He groaned at the feeling of firm breasts pushing at his chest. He gripped her arms pulling her a bit closer as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the warmth of another living being against him.

"I'm used to women falling for me," Dean muttered, "but this is a little too good to be true."

Regretfully, he sat up taking Kagome in his arms as he sat up. His eyes turned to the door and he was grateful that it was finally dark and the town had barely had any light. A pounding came from the wall the bed was against along with an angry male voice.

"Keep the kinky shit low!"

Dean smirked; with a half laugh escaping his lips as he got to his feet with her in arms. He noticed that his body didn't have the aches of battle; it must've been her strange pink energy.

"Gives new meaning to pink, fluffy and feel good," Dean mumbled to the sleeping woman.

He was going to place her upon the bed when he noticed the nicely minced last female upon the bed. Head, hands, and arms were severed at random points. Dean grimaced at the number Kagome did on the female before he carefully balanced her against himself. His hands roamed her body lingering as he gave her rear pockets a thorough search, sure enough, he found a room key with a number. Dean smiled as he happily left the carnage behind, he had just kicked serious ass and felt some too.

The night in his opinion wasn't too horrible.

******

Dean Winchester watched the female sleep, taking careful care to insure that she was comfortable and trapped in his embrace. Questions, that was the only reason he was holding onto her, was that he still had questions and knew that she had to have answers. If she could heal and fry evil that easily, then she would come in handy in his quest. And at this point in time, he was willing to make any advantage his advantage. So, here he lay, watching many expressions flicker across her dreaming face, studying her unlike he had been able to before.

He took note that her hair was black and her skin was pale, it was like ink split on white paper. Her features were petite; eyes curved much like in an oriental fashion and lips plump against her slightly flat structure. One thing that he couldn't help but notice was that she was built small compared to his six foot and one inch. She had to be at least a foot shorter than he with curves that could rival the never ending road he traveled. Despite her curves, she was still petite, smoothing he found both sexy and amusing. She easily tucked and molded against his body with ease. A whimper was muffled by closed lips caused him to exhale his frustration at the moment.

Kagome Higurashi groaned in her sleep. In her dreams, she dreamt of the smell of incense, the laughter of her brother as he showed her newest manga creation, her mother's smile, and her grandfather's tacky charms. The smell of incense turned to sulfur, laughter turned to screams, and smiles twisted in horror, and blood ran like a river.

Her eyes snapped open as she struggled to sit up, only to feel a weight across her waist and smell the faint scent of sweat and outdoors. Her hands came up pushing against the chest she was held captive against, nails digging into the green shirt. Kagome hissed like a wildcat only to cease when a deep, sleepy rumble filled her ears and vibrated through her form.

"I usually don't get rough till the second round."

"Dean?"

The name left her lips as she raised her cobalt gaze up. They were both lying on their sides in the middle of the bed. Her legs were trapped between his, his arm wrapped around her waist as if he was holding her prisoner. Kagome's face went pink at the indecent way they were molded against each other. She wiggled against him, her hands traveling the length of his chest before he finally released her with a grin. Kagome jumped off the bed and slammed against the wall as she covered the lower half of her face in embarrassment.

Dean propped himself up on his elbow and smiled at her, all teeth with eyes filled of mirth.

"Hey, we were both fully dressed," Dean stated as he motioned to their clothes being properly on their forms.

Kagome's eyes suddenly darkened in anger and he swore he felt the room go cold as she pointed at him and a string of words—no doubt of her native tongue—flew from her mouth in a heated rush of anger.

Dean sat up and growled, "I don't speak pissed off chick!"

"Pervert!" Kagome growled as she stomped her foot.

"All those words just to call me a pervert?" Dean questioned in disbelief and then smiled as he added, "I'm flattered."

"You are a dishonorable old pervert!" Kagome finally gritted out.

"Old!" Dean shouted. She had just crossed a line. "I'll have you know I am not old!"

Kagome finely noticed something, he was clean of blood and the room was no longer damaged. As Dean began to rant, she felt her back pocket and realized that he must had taken them back to her room. The man was pulling on his jacket and was now standing in front of her, his lips still moving, eyes dark in anger, and eyebrows furrowed. Kagome reached up and placed a finger against his lips, silencing him.

"You have questions."

Dean wasn't expecting such a statement from the girl and lost all train of thought as she trailed her finger across his lips and down his chin.

"Yeah," he softly replied.

"I didn't kill the other female with my powers because they were weakening and I saw you in trouble, there is a limit to them," Kagome suddenly explained.

"Oh."

Kagome quickly moved across the room, gathering her small amounts of items and shoving the tiny trinkets into her pockets. Dean turned and watched as she picked up the oddest object; it was a tarnished brass compass. She stared at it intensely and he moved over to see that the spinner was made of bone and the tip was blood red. It was spinning unlike anything he had ever seen until it came to stop in the direction of North-West.

She snapped it shut and turned to look at him over her shoulder. Kagome stuffed the compass into her front left pocket and sighed.

"I have to get going," Kagome stated, her voice void of the anger or the teasing he had heard during battle. "My friend is on the move again."

"That thing tracks the demon your after?" Dean asked, trying to make sure he wasn't just assuming.

"Yeah."

"Could you make one to find God?" Dean seriously questioned.

Kagome snorted, "Of course not."

"Why not?" Dean pouted.

Kagome patted him on the arm and seriously said, "God knows when you need him."

She then moved toward the door and swung it open, the rays of dawn bathing her in the promise of a new day. Kagome looked to her right and her eyes widened when she saw the cop cars surrounding the area and the hotel owner screaming.

"Don't come out," Kagome whispered. Dean gave her a puzzled look. "Cops at your room."

"Good thing I moved my baby," Dean mumbled.

Kagome shut the door and leaned against it to stare at Dean. His eyes seemed to be regarding and in that moment she realized that he was taller to her. Height didn't faze her anymore when she had youkai towering over her all the time in the past. Kagome smirked up at him.

"Guess this is good bye," Kagome began making sure to keep her smile.

"You're searching for something up North, right?" Dean questioned and at her nod he continued, "I basically go around and kick ass."

"So," Kagome drawled, waiting for a point.

"Supposedly there's been about ten lynching's out in the middle of nowhere in a cemetery in Iowa," Dean explained. "I was on my way in that direction…"

"Do you need protection?" Kagome teased. His face shifted to annoyance before she chuckled. "It would be fine to travel together…just don't molest me in my sleep."

"I did not molest you," Dean argued as he glared at her.

"Unwanted touch is molesting," Kagome sniffed with a smirk. "Where did you park?"

"Behind that bar," Dean answered and without missing a bet added, "and I'll bet I'll get you to want my touch."

Kagome rolled her eyes and pulled him out of the room. She guided him to her bike where she slammed her helmet over his head to hide his identity, from the angry owner. He yelped at the tight fit, but she got on the bike and he got on behind her.

"Hold on to me while I take you to your car," Kagome instructed.

Dean snorted, his voice echoing in helmet as he smugly stated, "Told ya' you'd want my touch."

Kagome rolled her eyes praying to whatever God that he wouldn't be another Miroku. As he wrapped his arms around her and leaned in close, her breath hitched at the contact. Kagome started her bike and took off, trying to ignore the man behind her.

Author's Note! Chapter is edited by Ohio_Writer as of 1/19!

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