(A/N: It's been a good near decade since I've written any fanfiction, so long that I've forgotten my old account. Decided to get back into writing here recently and this is what became of it. All seventeen chapters are already written and the way it ended was not at all how I had imagined in the beginning. While there are threesome scenes throughout, there is no Wincest. Set sometime after season 10 finale, with the Darkness never happening.

Usual disclaimer of not owning any SN characters applies, although the story does center around an OC. Cheers!)

Chapter One

The bar was starting to fill up as Emma tipped back the last of her whiskey sour. The collective chatter around her was growing louder and louder by the minute. She checked the time on her phone, seeing she had fifteen minutes until she was supposed to meet her date, and decided against ordering against ordering another drink.

"Is this seat taken?" asked a gruff voice.

"That depends," she answered, looking up to see a tired, but handsome, face.

"On what exactly?"

"Your cologne," she replied in what some would say was her signature sarcastic tone.

"Trust me, darling, this is all natural. The name's Dean."

The stranger pulled the stool back and slid into the spot next to her at the bar, waving over the bartender.

"Emma."

"Well, Emma, your glass looks a little empty. Can I buy you a drink?"

"I'm actually about to head out. Meeting a blind date at the restaurant next door in about ten minutes."

"So I'm too late, huh? Do you always pre-game before dates?" Dean asked, in between ordering a beer from the bartender.

"It's the first one I've been on in a while. I guess my friends got fed up having to hang out with me every weekend so they decided to set me up. We were supposed to meet half an hour ago, but he's running late, so I figured a drink can't hurt."

"Well, sucks to be him, causing he's missing out on quite a view."

Emma blushed as she fiddled with her straw. Dean was by far one of the most handsome men she'd ever met. His strong jaw was clean shaven, his short hair both tidy and messy at the same time. And she had always had a thing for a man in a plaid t-shirt. Plus to top it off, he did smell quite fantastic.

"Well thank you, Dean. What brings you here on a Friday night? Waiting on someone special?"

"Nope. Don't have someone special," Dean said, rocking his beer bottle back and forth on the bar. "I just moved into town and was hoping to spend some time with my kid brother, but it seems that he is ignoring my calls."

"Now that sounds like it has an interesting backstory. Brothers are the worst, aren't they?"

"I don't know. I guess that I always thought we were pretty close but then a couple years ago he kind of just bailed," Dean said before taking a long sip of his beer. "But...don't want to be late for your date. If it doesn't go well, I'll probably still be here when it's over if you want to drink your sorrows away with me, sweetheart."

"That is both a depressing and reassuring thought, Dean. Either way, I'm sure I'll see you around, Dean. This is where I spend quite a bit of time myself. And don't get too hung up on the whole brother thing; it takes two to tango."

Emma got up from the bar, smiling at Dean, and picked up her jacket and purse. Dean nodded at her, tipping his bottle in her direction, as she moved towards the front door. Her heart rate was increasing; it truly had been a long time since she'd gone on a date. All her best friend, Ryan, had told her was that her date's name was Sam, he was a lawyer, he was tall, and he had incredible. Emma liked tall, professional types, but she was also a stickler for punctuality, and Sam wasn't winning any bonus points yet.

Her phone buzzed in her hand as she pushed open the door of the bar. She stepped to the side of the door and looked down to read the text.

'I'm standing outside the front door. Again, I am SO sorry I'm late. – Sam'

Standing under a street lamp was what Emma could only describe as a Greek god in a grey suit. He was tall, very tall, and his brown hair was longer and tucked back behind his ear. He was looking away from Emma, looking at someone coming from the opposite direction. Even with his head turned away, she could see a strong jaw line covered in a five o'clock shadow.

Emma looked away from the attractive stranger, searching for her date. Ryan hadn't shared many details about Sam and Emma finally realized why they call it a blind date.

"Emma?"

She snapped her head around to find the Greek god standing in front of her.

"Sam?" Emma asked, her voice far from confident.

"Hey," Sam responded, a wide grin forming on his lips. "I am so sorry for being late; I got tied up at work and there's this case I'm working on that is getting to be really complicated and… you know what? Doesn't matter. You look fantastic."

Emma was still slightly in shock that Ryan had neglected to tell her that he knew the hottest man on earth, so she stood there for a second, her mouth slightly gaped.

"Oh, uh, thank you. You don't look too bad yourself," Emma responded, her voice cracking slightly, her liquid courage apparently not being enough to overcome her nervousness.

"Thanks. I'm still getting used to these, er, 'monkey suits' as my brother calls them, but they're starting to grow on me," Sam explained, shoving his hands in his pockets in what Emma could tell was a nervous habit. "Should we head in?"

"Definitely," Emma answered with a smile, turning towards the restaurant.

Sam stepped forward as they approached the front door, pulling it open for her. As she walked past him, his hand found the small of her back, guiding her towards the host stand. Emma could feel a warm blush filling her cheeks and she nervously tucked her hair behind her ear. Sam asked for a table for two, keeping his hand on her back the whole to their table. Even through her dress and jacket Emma could feel the warmth of his skin.

"I must admit, it's been awhile since I've been on a date, so excuse me if I'm a bit rusty," Sam said with a nervous laugh.

"Well, if we're giving confession, I don't think I've ever been on a date with a guy who looks like he lives on Mount Olympus, so I'm probably more nervous than you are."

"I don't think I've ever heard anyone put it that way, but thank you...I guess," Sam responded with a tense chuckle, shaking his head slightly as he looked down at his menu.

The sound of his laugh sent shivers down Emma's spine and she sent up a silent prayer that she wouldn't make a fool of herself throughout dinner. After the waiter took their order, the pair moved away from the small talk and started to learn more about each other.

"So how do you know Ryan?"

"He and I have known each other for what seems like forever. We met back when I was in undergrad here on campus and he was my T.A. and we just kind of clicked as friends. I know that most stories about being close with your T.A. are dubious and risque, but I guess it kind of helps when what you bond over is mostly which guys in the class are cutest. We both ended up staying here in the city and have stayed close ever since. He said you just started at the firm?"

"Yeah. I, uh, kind of got a late start to the whole law school thing after taking a few years, or rather a decade, off of school. It was all kind of a fresh start for me, but Columbus was really starting to grow on me so I decided to apply to about every firm here in the city. Engels and Miller liked my resume enough to give me a chance I guess."

"There's nothing wrong with getting a late start. At least you started right?" Emma replied with a soft smile.

Emma learned that Sam moved around a lot as a kid with his dad and brother and that he was the first in his family to go to college, let alone law school. Emma explained that she had grown up amongst the cornfields of central Ohio and despite traveling all over the world, ended up putting down roots in Columbus. Their conversation was full of genuine smiles and laughs and Emma couldn't believe that someone could be so easy to talk to while also being so thrilling to look at.

As she finished her last bite of cheesecake, Emma found herself saddened at the idea of the date ending already. She had been so nervous but could honestly say that this was the best date she'd ever been on. The conversation came so naturally that her nerves had just melted away, but that could have also been the second glass of wine taking effect.

"You know, it's been a really long time since I've been able to have just a normal conversation with someone. No law jargon, no family drama, no awkwardness. I really appreciate it, Emma. I'm also glad that you're not some psycho serial killer or something."

"And here I thought I was the only one who was worried her dates were mass murderers. And hey, at least, if I do end up becoming a serial killer, I now know a decent lawyer, right? Ryan would never defend me; he'd throw me right under the bus."

"I could definitely see that." Sam said with a laugh. "I don't know how much help I'd be as an environmental law specialist. But I've got your back."

Sam paid for their meal and the pair walked towards the front of the restaurant. Once outside, they stood under the same streetlight where Emma had first seen Sam. He brushed back his hair, a habit that Emma had noticed, and one that made her legs shake just a little.

"I've really had a great time tonight, Emma. Really. I hate to cut it short, but I do unfortunately have an early morning tomorrow. Are you free sometime this week? Maybe we can get some coffee or some lunch?"

"I had a great time too, Sam. And it's probably for the best that we head home; I can't be held liable for the decisions I make after a couple glasses of wine. But I'd definitely be down for coffee."

"Well then it's a date. I'll text you tomorrow and we can figure out a time."

"Sounds like a plan." Emma said, biting her bottom lip in a nervous habit.

"Before we leave, though, there's been something I've been dying to do all night."

Sam moved closer to Emma, his left arm wrapping around her waist as his right hand cupped her jaw. He pulled her into a deep kiss that Emma felt in the very bottom of her soul. She raised herself on her toes as she leaned into Sam, taking in not only the feel of his lips, but feel of his hard chest pressed against hers and the scent of his cologne. As he pulled away, she kept her eyes closed and mouth slightly gaped for a moment.

"Wow…" she said slowly. "Just. Wow. Are you sure you're not from Olympus?"

Sam gave one more chuckle as he tucked a stray hair behind Emma's ear.

"Can I walk you to your car?"

"I didn't drive. I actually just live around the corner, a few blocks down."

"I can walk you home then, if you'd like."

"If you do that, I can guarantee I will make some bad decisions tonight."

"The gentleman in me says I should make sure you get home okay."

"And the feminist in me says that I'm more than capable of making that walk alone."

"Well then I can't argue with that. I hope you have a good night, Emma. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

Emma smiled at him one last time before she turned, heading towards home with what could only be described as a pep in her step. Her lips were still tingling slightly from the kiss and her heart rate was nowhere close to slowing down. She started on her walk home, cutting down the alley beside the bar that she always did.

As she walked further down the alley, Emma felt the hair on the back of her neck raise and she looked around her. It wasn't the safest neighborhood in the city, but she'd never had any problems before. She hurried her steps slightly, suddenly very alert of the noises around her. The car horns down on High Street, the college students walking from campus to the bars, the cats screeching at each other. As she wrapped her arms around her, drawing her jacket in tight, she couldn't help but feel like she was being watched. Maybe it had been a bad decision to walk home alone after all.

Emma quickened her step, looking ahead towards the end of the alley. She had taken this shortcut to her apartment a thousand times, but this was the first time she felt scared, unsafe. All of a sudden, she was grabbed from behind, one hand over her mouth, one arm around her waist, and she was pulled into the shadows. She tried to scream, but it was muffled. She tried to kick, but the person who had grabbed her seemed impossibly strong. Like they were an immoveable as brick wall she was pushed against. She tried with all her might to turn her head, to get a look at her attacker, but all she managed was a glimpse and she was sure her eyes were playing tricks on her, because she thought she saw a set of fangs.

"You have no idea how good you smell. I caught a whiff of you at the bar earlier and just knew that I had to have you," a course voice whispered in her ear as she felt his nose travel slowly from her ear to her shoulder. "You're going to be the best tasting meal I've had in a long time."

Tears were streaming down Emma's face as she tried with all her might to fight back, but his grip was so tight that it alone was bruising her. He had trapped her feet between his and her efforts to kick at him were futile. She felt his breathe on her skin as he continued to smell her neck. Her mind was racing, terrified, but convinced, that this was how her life was going to end.

"Hey, Fang Face. Over here!"

Emma felt the weight of her attacker disappear as he was pulled off of her. She stayed pressed up against the wall, scared that her own legs could no longer support her weight. Emma continued to cry, listening to the fight happening behind her. She tried to calm her breathing, but that was proving futile. She gathered the courage to turn around, pushing herself off the wall and as she did, the first thing she saw was Dean swinging a machete and beheading her attacker. Emma tried to scream, tried to run, tried to do anything, but the she could do was stand completely still, staring at the freshly cut off head on the ground.

"Hey, are you okay?" Dean asked, moving towards Emma.

"What….what…oh my god…did you just…what just…oh god…" Emma stuttered, suddenly feeling very lightheaded, her balance faltering as her breathing came closer and closer to outright hyperventilating.

"Hey, calm down. Just try and calm down. Are you okay?"

Dean moved his arm out to steady Emma, but she flinched away and nearly fell from the sudden movement. She knew she needed to call 911, needed to scream, needed to run, but the adrenaline coursing through her veins made it impossible for her to think straight.

"You…you just BEHEADED a man, Dean. What the fuck is going on?!"

"Listen, I know this is hard to believe, but this guy is, or was, a vampire. I kind of hunt these things. It's my job. But it doesn't matter. Are you okay? Did he hurt you? Did he bite you?"

"A vampire? You can't be serious Dean. There are no such things as vampires."

Dean squatted down next to the head and rolled it over so Emma could see the face, making her flinch. Dean moved the dead man's lip up, revealing that he did in fact have fangs, that Emma hadn't imagined it.

"Holy shit. Like. Actual. Holy. Shit. That's…that's a fucking vampire. You just killed a fucking vampire…" Emma trailed off, her body going limp as she fainted.

As Emma came to, she noticed two things. First that her whole body was sore. Second that she was laying on a bed that was not hers. As she opened her eyes, she saw that she was alone in the strange bed and thankfully was still wearing her dress. She wondered briefly if maybe the whole night had just been a dream, that vampires were just a figment of her imagination, and she had instead ended up going home with her date.

"How are you feeling?"

Emma startled, sitting up to see Dean sitting on the couch across the small studio apartment, his legs propped up on the coffee table.

"You fainted and I figured I couldn't just leave you in the alley. My place is just around the corner, so I brought you up here."

"You…you…killed a guy. A fucking vampire. You killed a fucking vampire." Emma stuttered, incapable of thinking about anything else.

"Just another day on the job, sweetheart. Good news is I think he was a loner though. There's no evidence of a nest here in the city."

"A nest? There are more of these things? And you just go around killing them?"

"Them and other stuff. Werewolves, ghosts, ghouls, djinn, the whole gambit of monsters really."

"This can't be real. This is all some sick joke," Emma said, standing up from the bed, her legs slightly wobbly still.

"Unfortunately, darling, it is real."

"What did you do with...with the body?"

"I took care of it."

"You took care of the dead body. That's exactly what a girl wants to hear after waking up in a stranger's bed," Emma said, starting to pace back and forth in an attempt to rationalize what had happened to her that night. "You killed someone, and here I am in your apartment. I should be calling the fucking cops. Vampires are fucking real and you just killed one. One that tried to kill me. I went from the best date of my life to being vampire food and now I'm at a stranger who hunts monsters' apartment."

"I take offense to that. How do you know that was the best date of your life if you've never been on one with me?" Dean flirted, his eyes sparkling.

"You have got to be kidding me right now. You're flirting with me?! You go from killing a…a fucking vampire… to flirting with the victim in what, a couple hours?"

"There's always time for flirting, sweetheart. Life's too short otherwise. Trust me."

"I need to leave. I need to go home. I need to not be here."

"Let me at least walk you home. If there is a nest, they're not going to be happy."

Emma really wanted to be as far away from Dean as possible, to forget any of this happened or that she was potentially an accomplice to murder. But something in her gut told her that Dean wasn't the bad guy. He did save her from having her throat ripped out after all.

"Okay. Yeah. Fine. Take me home."

"Gladly, darling." Dean responded with a smirk and a wink.

All Emma could do was glare at him as she walked towards the front door. Her legs were growing steadier but she still felt slightly light headed. Dean held the door open for her and when she stepped into the hallway she stopped abruptly.

"You freaking live in my building?" she asked as she whipped around to face him. "What apartment number is this?"

"204."

"Jesus Christ. You're my god damn neighbor. My hot neighbor is a god damned monster killer."

"You think I'm hot, huh?"

"I did not mean to say that out loud. Good night, Dean. Thanks, I guess, for everything and just…yeah…bye."

Emma turned and walked down the hall to her own apartment, fishing her keys out of her purse. Once inside, she kicked her shoes off and plopped down on her couch, staring at the ceiling as she replayed her night over and over in her head.