Disclaimer - I do not own, or presume to own, any of the characters and/or plot of Supernatural. I only own the character of Kim Harris.
CHAPTER ONE
After a long day, all that the Winchester brothers wanted was something to eat and a clean bed. So, really, it should come as no surprise that, when they walked into their shabby motel room, a familiar angel was standing in the center of the room.
"No," Dean shook his head vigorously. "Whatever you want us to do – no."
The brooding angel sent Dean a disapproving frown before speaking. "You do not even know what I was going to say, Dean."
The eldest Winchester brother stood firmly with a scowl on his tired face. "Listen, Cas, we just got back from hunting down an entire nest of vampires. So, whatever you want us to do now, our answer is no."
"You can only speak for yourself, Dean, but you can't speak for Sam," Castiel intoned. "Sam, what are your thoughts on the situation?"
When they were met with silence, both Castiel and Dean realised that Sam was no longer standing beside his brother in the doorway. A muffled noise from the corner of the room gained their attention, and they whirled around to find Sam Winchester, hunter extraordinaire, passed out with half of his body on the small motel bed.
Dean turned to face Castiel with a smug look on his face. "Well, I think that answers your question."
It was now the next day and, after allowing the Winchester's to rest, Castiel had come back to retrieve them. As he teleported into their room, he spotted Dean cleaning his weapons on one of the beds.
"Those won't be necessary," Castiel felt a brief spark of humor at how quickly Dean rolled off the bed.
"Jesus, Cas!" the blonde shouted. "How many times do I have to tell you! Enough of the silent assassin shit!"
"My apologies," Castiel remarked quietly. "Where is your brother?"
Dean sat back down on the bed before answering. "He'll be back soon. So, why don't I need my guns? Are you finally giving me superpowers?"
"No," Dean's grin soured slightly at his words. "You will not be hunting anything today, this is a personal matter."
Now, that was strange. Dean was used to Castiel keeping things strictly un-personal, hell, when he had asked the angel what his favorite power was, he had replied that it was of no concern to Dean and that he was there to protect the seals, not make friends. This was very strange, indeed.
Before Dean could enquire further about what this 'personal matter' was, Sam walked through the door and, before he could open his mouth to say hello, Castiel grabbed their arms and teleported them out of the room.
Several dizzying moments later and the Winchester brothers found themselves standing in one of their secret warehouses.
"What the hell, Cas!" Dean shouted as soon as the urge to vomit blood dissipated. "You couldn't give us a warning or something?"
Sam's echoing groan seemed to agree with Dean's statement.
"Would you have come with me if I told you?" Castiel asked with a slightly irritated tone. These Winchester's could be very irritating, with their yelling and cursing.
Sam stepped in to keep the peace when he saw Dean readying himself for a rant. "So, uh, what are we here for, Castiel?"
The angle turned to face him with the barest hint of a smile.
"Because of your perseverance in defending the seals, it was deemed appropriate to reward you both," Castiel began dubiously.
Both Sam and Dean were looking at each other incredulously, since when did angels do anything nice for them?
Suddenly a bright white light flooded the room, almost blinding the hunters' eyes, as a small figure miraculously appeared in the center of the room.
"Sam, Dean. This is your soul mate, Kim Harris," Castiel introduced with a smile.
"Hold up a second, Cas. Soulmate?" Dean questioned.
"Yes, that is what I said," the angel stated blandly.
Sam entered the conversation with confusion that was matched by his brother. "Wait, which one of us is she the supposed soul mate of?"
Now it was Castiel's turn to be confused, "Both of you."
The Winchester brothers recoiled in shock at that revelation; yes, they were extremely close, but that didn't mean they wanted to share a soul mate. If she even was their soul mate that is, because God knows that the angels were not known for their kindness towards the brothers.
Dean voiced such thoughts to Castiel who just stared at them – completely dumbfounded by their actions.
"She is most definitely your soul mate. Don't you feel the connection?" he probed cautiously
Sam and Dean turned to look at the unconscious girl before them, and sure enough, they felt it – the connection. They didn't feel fireworks or anything, but there was definitely something there. It was like a warm buzz, almost like a soft current of electricity was passing over their bodies as they gazed down at her.
Dean was the first to recover, clearing his throat and crossing his arms. "Alright, say we believe you, what then? Do we just magically fall in love with her overnight or some freaky mojo like that? We don't even know this chick!"
Once again, Castiel was stupefied at their ignorance. Had they not been taught about soul mates in the education institutions that humans seem to be so devoted to? "It does not work like that, Dean. When you meet your soul mate, the connection you feel is only there to alert you to their identity, after that it is up to you whether or not you fall in love with them."
At that, Sam looked up and away from the girl – Kim, and stared at Castiel. "So, if we wanted to, we could just leave and forget about her, the end?" he questioned.
"No," Castiel stated simply.
"No? So, what, we're tied to this girl for the rest of our life?" Dean questioned angrily.
"You could leave her, in theory, but it is not likely that you would. The dominant in the bond will feel a sense of protectiveness over the more vulnerable half which makes it difficult for them to completely cut ties," the angel explained.
"But there's two of us, so which one is the dominant one?" Sam asked inquisitively as Dean glanced back at the girl.
"While it is entirely possible that she could be the dominant one, that is not likely to happen considering that she has two Winchester males as soul mates." And that was as close to joking that the bland angel got. "So, it is more probable that both of you will share the dominant role in the bond."
Before either brother could respond, Kim started moving around on the floor as she came back into consciousness.
As I started waking up, I noticed several things. Firstly, I was very cold which is probably because whatever I am lying on is absolutely freezing. Secondly, there were voices echoing around me, all of which belonged to men I'm sure. Lastly, I am still incredibly tired considering I just woke up from what I guessed to be a relatively long sleep.
With a tired sigh, I opened my eyes and looked around. Huh. Surprisingly enough, I didn't seem to be in a slaughterhouse or a drug layer. Instead I seem to be in a simple, empty room with strange markings all over the walls and floors. Put it this way, I had seen worse.
At the sound of shuffling I looked up to see three men towering over me with foreboding looks on their handsome faces. Again, I had seen much worse. Groaning reluctantly, I stood up and dusted myself off before facing my captors.
"Alright, so what is it this time?" I started expectantly. "Are you human traffickers? Am I gonna be shipped off to some pervy old man's house? Or are you the mafia? Hm, probably not – I don't think the mafia wear plaid shirts."
The shortest of the three, a man wearing a plain beige trench coat and an equally bland expression, answered my questions. "I am Castiel, an angel of the Lord and this is Sam and Dean Winchester, they are hunters of the supernatural."
By the expressions of the other two men, I gathered that 'Castiel, angel of the Lord' was normally this blunt.
My right eyebrow shot up and my lips tensed into a thoughtful pout. "Huh. An angel of the Lord, you say? And two hunters of the supernatural?"
Castiel nodded while Sam and Dean shared a tense look.
"Good for you, I'm sure you are all very proud," I began shuffling away from them. "So, while you are all over there being angels and hunters, I have a very important thing that I have to go to. Don't worry though, I'll make sure to send a post card to whatever mental hospital you all escaped from," I finished before turning around and making a dash for the exit.
Unfortunately, before I could make my hasty escape, two muscular arms wrapped snugly around my waist and pulled me back into the room.
"Easy there, sweetheart. Can't have you skipping out on us so soon," the owner of the arms, Dean, I think, explained.
With a petulant huff, I shuffled out of his arms before turning to once again face them. "Alright, someone had better explain this whole situation to me."
The tallest one, Sam, cleared his throat nervously before stepping towards me. "Um, as Castiel already pointed out, I'm Sam and this is my brother Dean," he introduced softly.
"And then Cas showed up here with you," Sam finished. He had spent the past hour or so filling me in on the situation, telling me all about the crazy shit that him and Dean got up to and also explaining what my role in all of this craziness was.
I found it hard to believe that I was someone's soulmate, let alone the soulmate of two crazy supernatural hunters who also happened to be brothers. At least they were easy on the eyes, I suppose. God, am I really that shallow? But they truly were very good looking in a rugged and edgy way.
While Dean had remained silent throughout Sam's explanation, I had gotten a good look at him. He was all muscle and exuded a tough aura to match his body. His eyes were an impossible shade of green with a glint in them that set me on edge in a good way – a very good way. The soft waves and tousles in his short blonde hair set off his sharp features perfectly and had me aching to run my fingers through his hair. And let's not forget Sam, I had gotten a good look at him too. God, he was absolutely gigantic. There was no doubt that he could snap someone like a twig but he didn't hold the same bulky muscle of Dean, he was a bit leaner but still covered in a rippling wall of muscle. His warm and inviting brown eyes matched the shade of his chocolate, wavy hair that reached just past his ears and framed his deliciously angular jaw. No, they were most definitely not hard to look at.
I sucked my teeth, a bad habit of mine, before addressing to two brothers. "Listen, I know that you've basically been forced into this but don't worry, I don't plan on standing in your way. I understand that you both have a life that you need to get back to and I don't want to impede on your mission," I explained confidently.
For the first time in hours, Dean spoke up. "What do you mean? You're leaving?"
"Well, yeah. I mean, we don't even know each other and you both have much more important stuff to be doing than getting to know you're supposed soulmate," I replied.
"Bullshit. You're staying with us, I don't want you getting hurt just because you are linked to us," Dean refuted.
Now let me tell you something, I am a very stubborn person. I never back down or hold back and I have never met another person that was as stubborn as me. Until I met Dean Winchester, that is.
"You shouldn't have to put up with me just because there's a possibility that I might get hurt. I'm a big girl Dean and I can take care of myself," I argued testily. "Besides for all you know, I could be a maniac that you have absolutely nothing in common with!"
Castiel came into the argument now, stating, "That's not possible. Your soulmate is your perfect match; they are quite literally made to complement your soul."
"Regardless, I'm leaving and that's it Dean," I huffed as I came toe to toe with Dean.
"Oh yeah, and how do you suppose that you're going to do that?" he laughed smugly. "You're what, five foot seven at the most? You're outmatched here sweetheart."
What a smug and arrogant jerk, I feel perfectly secure about my height thank you very much! Oh well, he asked for it.
"Sorry about this, Sam," I apologized as I turned to face him before quickly striking the pressure point in his shoulder.
Wincing at the thud Sam made as he dropped to the floor, I turned to face Dean next. He was still shocked at the speed of my strike so I took the opportunity to knock him on his ass too. This time I felt no guilt over the thud he made as he landed on the ground. Asshole.
Castiel turned to look at me with an impressed quirk of the lips before stepping back from me – he wasn't going to stop me from leaving. I gave him a quick smile before running towards the door as Sam and Dean began to come back into consciousness.
It took me a while to find my way out of the building we were in, but once I did, I took a grateful lungful of fresh, open air. Looking around, I could see that we were in some sort of warehouse district that was filled with gigantic buildings and shipping containers.
"I'm never going to find my way out of here!" I groaned to myself.
Before I had time to make a plan, the sound of the Winchester brothers approaching forced me to make a break for it. They got out of the warehouse just in time to see me disappear around the corner.
Ten minutes later and I am completely lost. I have absolutely no idea where I am or which way I should go and I could feel my frustration building. Why couldn't I have had a normal weekend? The thundering of approaching footsteps prompted me to realise that I had come to a dead end. Great, just fucking great, I thought to myself.
Dean soon rounded the corner and smugly blocked my only way out. "Hey there. Got yourself into a bit of a jam haven't you?"
"Not as much as you'd like to think," I replied before running towards the dead end.
Confused, Dean ran after me only to come face to face with the dead end himself as I ran up the wall and flipped over his shocked head. I was off like a shot before he even had a chance to compute what had just happened. My victory was short lived however as I was swept up onto a broad shoulder. Judging from the height, it was probably Sam that had caught me.
"Hi," he laughed as he started walking back to the building we were in before.
"Come on Sam, let me go," I pleaded from my position on his shoulder.
"Sorry Kim, but Dean's right. You should stay with us," he announced regretfully.
"But you don't even know me! I snore when I sleep, I'm always either too warm or too cold and I have a problem with sitting still for too long," I attempted to dissuade him from his decision.
All he did was laugh at my attempt and so I had to break out the big guns, "I'm a lesbian nun."
That stopped him in his tracks and he set me on my feet in front of him. "Really? Can you even get lesbian nuns?" he asked.
God, why was I not blessed with the ability to lie? "No, I don't think so," I regretfully admitted.
Before Sam had the chance to reply Dean came running around the corner with a panicked expression. It quickly changed into a cheesy grin however when he saw me pouting in front of Sam with my arms crossed tightly across my chest.
"Laugh it up, Dean," I smirked menacingly. "We'll see who's laughing later on."
As we finally made our way back into the warehouse, Dean was still panicking and demanding to know what I meant and what was going to happen 'later on'. Little did he know, nothing was actually going to happen. However, the fact that I implied something would happen was enough to set him on edge and make him very paranoid. Evil, I know, but I got a vicious satisfaction in watching him pester Sam over all of the possible consequences that were coming 'later on'.
The smirk on my face slowly melted as we came to a standstill in front of Castiel. Sam and Dean remained glued to my side and glanced over at me from the corner of their eyes, watching to see if I was going to make another break for it. As tempting as it was to try and escape again, I had a feeling that this wasn't something that I would ever truly be able to run from. I was in for the long-haul, it seemed. Sucking my teeth, I walked to stand beside Castiel so that I was facing Sam and Dean.
"Right, if we're going to do this – if I'm going to do this – then we need to get on the same page," I began firmly. "I hate possessiveness; I am not your property, you do not own me. Likewise, you two are not my property and I do not own you."
I really do hate possessiveness, it's a product of mistrust and jealousy. There is a very fine line between being protective and being possessive, and it's a line that I hope to never cross.
"Now, you both lead a very dangerous life, so I fully expect to be kidnapped or threatened at least once, if not several times," I continue grimly. "I accept and understand that. However, if I am kidnapped and threatened as a result of you two keeping me out of the loop, I will not be as understanding. So you're either going to become excellent at communication or I will rip you a new one."
Relaxing my stance, I looked over at the two brothers and saw that they were both wearing identical, gobsmacked facial expressions.
"What?" I shrugged with a smile. "I had a lot of time to think on the way back here."
Sam and Dean turned to face each other, silently communicating, before turning back to face Castiel and I.
It was Sam that spoke up first. "First of all, Kim, we completely understand where you're coming from. This has been sprung on you from out of nowhere –"
"Yeah, almost as surprising as you going all karate kid on me and Sammy," Dean muttered bitterly.
"What Dean means to say," Sam shot a glare at his brother. "Is that we are just as surprised as you and this is completely new to us as well."
Dean let out a sigh before straightening up. "But, whether we like it or not, you're tied to us now. You're going to see a lot of crazy shit in the next few months."
"So we're going to prepare you the best that we can," Sam finished with a grim smile.
Castiel watched, in almost fondness, as Kim and the Winchesters discussed their next steps. When he had first heard about the two hunters having a soulmate, he had been dubious as to the how and the why – but now that he had an opportunity to watch them interact, he could see just how well they all fit together.
Kim's entrance into their world was certainly going to change things. Castiel could only hope that his Father knows what he is doing.
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