A/N; To be warned, I haven't watched an episode of Supernatural since I was in high school but for some reason I always find myself reading fics about it. Also, I haven't successfully written anything in 2 years. Anyway, I read a fic and decided I wanted to write my own because it hadn't gone the way I wanted it to. So here. Take this. Please destroy me in the comments with your thoughts if you hate it.

Part 1

Gotta thank him, he's the reason

That I'll find out what I'm looking for

"Charlotte?"

Her head snapped up. She had been staring down at the table for who knows how long. She had a thousand things running through her head and she couldn't seem to focus on what the youngest Winchester brother was saying. She knew it was incredibly important to pay attention, but she couldn't seem to latch her brain to the words.

"I'm sorry, Sam. Can you start over?" Her voice was strained. She ran a hand over her face; she was clearly exhausted.

They had been bringing her on hunts with them to get her back into the groove. She had grown up with the Winchesters, Sam becoming a n instant friend of hers. But something happened between their parents and hers took her away in the middle of the night and they didn't speak to the family for over a decade. But when Charlotte lost her family they were the only poeple she could turn to.

Once she moved into the bunker with them, she had taken to being the on call researcher for the boys when they were not able to do it themselves. But one day they were in a sticky situation and they needed her to come help them. She did it, but she struggled and almost got herself killed in the process. That's when Sam decided she was going to come with them and get those skills back so they wouldn't have to worry the next time.

Sam sighed, running a hand through his hair. "You know, maybe you should stay here at the hotel and sit this one out?" Charlotte sighed in relief, but Dean immediately protested from the bed where he lay.

"Wait, hold on a second," He sits himself up from the bed, swinging it off the side of the bed so he was now facing Sam and Charlotte who were sitting at the small table in the cheap hotel room, "We made her leave the bunker and sit in a car for 5 hours just to tell her to stay in the room? That's ridiculous, Sam. She need to learn, tired or not."

Charlotte knew he was right, but she was just so exhausted. She hadn't done this kind of thing in years and she was rusty, but she knew the only way to make it easier was to push through it.

"He's right, Sam. I have to go with you guys." She reaches her hand out to cover the top of his. "I appreciate you looking out for me, but I'll be good. I promise I have your backs."

Sam let out a heavy sigh, turning his hand over to squeeze hers. He gave her a tight smile before continuing his briefing, making sure to cover anything she might have missed.

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The plan went smoothly with virtually no hickups. Charlotte have fumbled for a second, hesitating grabbing her knife but other than that it went well, and Dean decided the 3 of them should go to a bar to "blow off steam." Charlotte knew what that meant. It meant Sam and her having a couple of drinks while Dean gets drunk and goes home with a lady he just met.

But when they got to the bar, to their surprise there were virtually no women. Dean hesitated to stay, but he figured they can drink and still have a good time even if he doesn't go home with anyone.

Though as the night went on, he became progressively more irritated. Despite seeing her with two men, she had guys coming to bar where they sat and flirting with her. Offering her drinks, putting their hands on her. She brushed most of them away, but one caught her attention and she eventually left her stool to join his table. As she left, she gave a look to Sam and he gave her a thumbs up. Sam was happy for her. She deserved a night to unwind and treat herself.

Between the two brothers, Sam was much closer to Charlotte than Dean. They are almost the same age, so they just got along a lot better. While he wished she would have stayed and hung out with them, he was happy she was letting herself enjoy the night. Though he couldn't help the twinge of jealousy. His favorite time after a hunt was when he got to have that drink beside her. They would joke and drink all night and just have a great time. But he's a good friend and can't help but support her.

Dean, however, was beyond annoyed. He hates when she flirts with guys at the bar. Yeah sure, he does it with woman all the time, but that's different. He's got more experience than her, she doesn't do this at all. At least as far as he's aware of. As he thought more about it he realized he never really spent much time with her at the bar. He always went off on his own, leaving her with Sam. He'd always suspected something was going on between the two of them, but Charlotte flirting with the stranger stomped out any thoughts. His mind suddenly came to the conclusion that he had a chance with her, but he shook it away. That would be ridiculous, but no matter what he couldn't shake his jealousy for this new stranger.

He turned around in his stool nonchalantly so he could keep an eye on her, sipping on his beer while leaning his back on the bar. He continued to make conversation with Sam, his eyes not leaving her sight. He noticed as the drinks kept coming, the two of them got closer. He didn't like it. He worried she would be taken advantage of, but he had to trust her to make the right decision. Dean turned around to get another quick beer, but when he looked back they had disappeared from the table. His heart skipped a beat. He grabbed his phone and began typing her number when Sam stopped him.

"Dean, you don't have to do that. She already texted me." Sam gave him a tight smile, mistaking Dean's jealously with worry. "She's going home with that guy. His name's apparently "Kyle, Ethan or Max." She said she's not entirely sure at this moment but she'd get back to me on it." Sam laughed, but he seemed to be the only one finding it funny.

Dean coughed, putting his phone down on the bar and turning back around on his stool. "Well, good. Just as long as one of us knows she's safe."

Sam gave him a look and thought about pushing it further, but decided to focus on his drink instead.

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Dean didn't get any sleep that night. He tried, but he was honestly worried about Charlotte getting home safely. Sam has been in contact with her, so he knew she was planning to stay the night at this mystery persons house. He poured himself glass after glass of whiskey to keep it off his mind until she returned in the morning. But he was suprised when the bunker door opened at 3 am to Charlotte drunkenly trying to sneak in.

"I thought you were staying out tonight?" His eyes remained on his glass. He gave it a swirl before taking a big gulp.

Charlotte sighed and kicked her shoes off into the room, clearly frustrated. "Yeah, Dean. That was the plan. But nothing was happening and he was boring so I left." She swayed a little as she began walking to the table. She was drunk. He himself was tipsy. The thought made his heart thump harder against his chest and he didn't know why. He chuckled to himself.

"What? What's so funny, funny man?" She flopped into the chair next to him with a hard thud, her words slightly slurred. She was incredibly close to him, and she felt herself wanting to lay her head on his shoulder. And, before she had time to think it through, she did. She hates drinking too much. Her brain can never catch up to her body to do the correct thing.

"Well," Dean's voice startled her. She hadn't realized she closed her eyes and started drifting, "I just find it funny how much of a light weight you are."

She pulled her head up, mouth open in shock. "Dean, I will have you know I am not a light weight. You have no idea how much I've had."

"Fair enough. All I know is I've had more than a hand full of beers at the bar, and this is more than my second glass of whisky and I am not sluring my words like someone in this room." Dean tipped his cup in her direction with a smirk before bringing it to his face to take a sip, only to have her snatch the glass from his hands and down it.

He blinked at her as he watched her gulp down the rest of her drink and slam the empty glass back to the table. He playfully puts his hands up.

"Woah there girl! You ok?" He asked with a laugh, only to have her give him a serious look in return.

"Dean, I have a problem." She blurt out suddenly, leaning forward toward him, grabbing the front of his shirt to steady herself.

"Oh yeah, sweetheart? What's your problem?" He removed her hand and leaned back in his chair. He tried to make it seem casual, like he was just trying to relax, but to be honest the lack of space between them was hard on him. He was intoxicated and he hadn't gotten laid in awhile, the closeness was getting to him. Plus, even though they had known each other as kids, she was more Sam's friend than his. He usually kept his distance on the people Sam chose to get close with, but he couldn't help his staring.

"My problem, Dean Winchester, is guys my age don't know how to fuck." Her tone was steady, the slur she was rocking suddenly gone. She leaned in closer to him again, throwing her hands in the air in defeat. Dean was taken by surprise at this statement.

"Woah. Ok. Ahem. We're not talking about this." He looked anywhere but her as he attempted to stand only to have her arms wrap around his forearm.

"I'm sorry Dean," She pouted and held onto his arm tighter, "I know you're not comfortable talking to me about these kinds of things. Sam's just asleep and I have no one else to talk to. I shouldn'thave broight it up." Dean sighed and, against his better judgement, sat back down.

"I'm sure Sam could wake up any minute and gladly talk to you about, uh, this." He waved a hand at her, turning away. She slowly unwrapped her arms from his forearm. She bit the inside of her cheek, her eyebrows furrowed.

"I already tried calling him." She gestured to the door, "I waitied in the cab for 30 minutes trying to call him. Either his phone is dead or he's asleep or even he doesn't want me." Her words trailed off. Dean's mouth opened and promptly closed. Was she saying she had tried to booty call Sam?

"Hold on. Let me get this straight. You were going to booty call Sam?" Charlotte let out a loud and sudden laugh, causing Dean to jerk back in his chair.

"Oh no, no, no. Sam? No. He wouldn't do that for me. Would he?" She looked past Dean to gaze down the hallway toward Sam's room.

"Why not? You two are close I'm sure he'd take one for the team." Dean playfully nudged Charlotte despite being incredibly uncomfortable with the current conversation. She smiled in return.

"I don't think he would. At least not with out strings attached and that's the last thing I want. I just want some fun, you know? I know this line of work you don't get a whole lot of that." She sighed and stared at the floor. Dean understood her feelings completely. Hell, that's why he trys to do it so often. Never know when you'll get the chance to again. Although recently he's been striking out. Being put in similar situations as her. Going back to the room, start getting hot and heavy and then just losing interest. Or, worst of all, they say or do something that completely kills the mood.

Charlotte pulls Dean from his thoughts as she puts a hand over his. He meets her gaze and returns her smile.

"Thank you for listening, Dean." He nods. Her heartbeat picks up suddenly as an idea pops in her head. Before she can fully think it through, she brings her hand up to his face and pulls him to her.

Dean doesn't pull back right away, which really surprised her. She had expected him to recoil in disgust and yell at her for doing it. But he didn't. He instead held her face and deepened the kiss, causing her heart to flutter. His thumb slid against her jaw, inviting her lips to part and just as their tongues connected Dean pulled back.

"Char... We... I can't do this." She felt her heart fall to her stomach for a moment, losing all her confidence. But only for a moment. Her liquid courage making another strong course through her veins. She put a hand on Deans thigh and bit her lip, leaning back in to his face.

"But I want to so badly, Dean. Will you help a girl out in her time of need?" She moved forward in her chair, their legs interlocking with each other. The hand on his thigh begins to rub circles.

"Charlotte. Listen to me." He stops her hand and she gulps. Was she taking this too far? "I want to do this, God do I want to, but Sam could come out here any second. Fuck, and on top of that I know he had, or maybe still has, a thing for you and it wouldn't be fair to him if I did this."

"Why does Sam matter? Sam understands we're two adults. Sure, maybe the kitchen isn't the best place to do it considering he could come in, but we can go to either of our rooms and be fine." She gently pulled one of her arms away from his and moved it down to the front of his pants. "I understand your worries for Sam, but I guarantee any feelings you think he might have had for me don't exist anymore. It's just sex, Dean. Sam can forgive one night. I'm not looking to get married or anything."

She bit her lip as she gently rubbed the front of his pants before moving to the button. "What do you say, Dean? Will you fuck me?"

Dean took a deep breath and looked around the kitchen, rubbing a hand roughly over his face. Charlotte never broke her gaze. She wanted this and she knew if she faltered it would all crumble. She played with the hem of his shirt as he continued to think, gently caressing the skin underneath. The seconds seemed like hours.

Finally, Dean stood up from his chair and began pacing. She got the hint. Her buzz was wearing off and she understood it wasn't happening. She lifted herself off the chair with a heavy sigh, which grabbed Dean's attention.

"Listen, this is clearly too much for you. I'm sorry for bringing it up. I get that nothing is going to hap-" Dean closed the space between them with a rough kiss, one hand on her hip and the other cupping her face.

She happily wrapped her arms around his neck as he moved her against the table. She broke the kiss only to clear some debris and Dean helped her to the edge and positioned himself between her legs. He slid a hand up her shirt finding the soft fabric of her bra, giving her a squeeze and lightly tweezing her nipple through the thin fabric.

"Take it off." His rough voice sent chills down her spine. She giggled slightly in anticipation and removed the dirty shirt she was wearing, cursing herself for not wearing anything sexier. But she guessed it didn't matter in the end because she was still getting what she wanted. She threw the shirt across the room and returned her mouth to his, using one hand to undo her bra as the other found it'swait to his hair. As she threw it to join her shirt, Dean took his off and began to unbutton his pants when she brought a hand down to stop him.

"Wait. Do you have protection?" Dean stared at her for a moment, catching his breath before picking her up, her legs wrapping around his waist, leading her to his room. She helped him with the door so he wouldn't drop her, trying not to make too much noise and wake Sam up. Once they got it open, Dean sat her on the bed and locked his door. Charlotte takes her pants off and raises an eyebrow at him.

"Why'd you lock that?"

Dean makes his way back to her. "Sometimes Sam comes to my room in the middle of the night. This?" He gestures to the door, "This is my way of making sure he doesn't see something he doesn't want to see." She smiles up at him and pulls him closer to her by his belt loop, biting her lower lip.

"Then come get it Winchester." He towers over her, causing her to lean back against the bed. Reconnecting their kiss, she lowers her hands to his jeans, quickly undoing them and tugging them slightly, allowing Dean to pull them off the rest of the way. They only had the thin layer of underwear between them, so when Dean ground his hips into her it sent sparks through her body as she felt how hard he was and the heat in her stomach grew. He reached into his bedside table and pulled out a condom opening it and removing his underwear quickly to put it on. She removed her underwear as well, feeling herself getting more excited with every minute that passed.

He positioned himself between her legs, kissing her gently as he pressed himself into her, gaining a moan from her and a sigh coming out of himself. He didn't intend to let the sound out, but he couldn't help it. He eased himself in slowly, making sure to savor every second of the feeling. He paused once he was fully in, her kisses becoming more needy as her own hips rocked into him almost on their own accord. He slid his tongue into her mouth and his hand up her waist to cup her breast, pinching her nipple, gaining a moan, and began thrusting slowly. He continued his slow pace, not wanting this moment to end.

"Faster. I need more." She breathed out, hands digging into his back and pulling him down so their chests touch. He hooks his arms around her thighs and pull them up as he quickens his pace, burying his face into her neck. She runs a hand through his hair, encouraging him. He bites and sucks on it as he continues his quick pace.

Charlotte's breath is quick as she lets out high pitched moans. She feels close, but as she is about the bring her hand down to her clit to bring her over the edge there is a loud knock on the door.

"Hey Dean?" They freeze and lock eyes with esch other, both breathing heavy and red in the face. The handle jingles and they both felt a surge of relief the lock was working.

Dean suddenly feels like a teen getting caught by their parents. He coughs, causing him to thrust slightly and Charlotte bites her lip to hold back a moan. "Wh-What the hell do you want?" It ended up coming out much harsher than he intended, but it was hard to focus on anything at that moment. Sam didn't answer right away.

"I just stumbled on a new case and I figured you'd still be up to discuss it. Is everything ok? You never lock your door." The door jingles again, as if Sam was testing that his mind wasn't playing tricks on him.

"Yeah, everything's fine." He rest his head to hers, cursing his hips as they rocked into her involuntarily. Charlotte began breathing heavy, the loss of friction seeming to drive her crazy, and Dean covered her mouth with his hand to stop any moans that might slip. He took a deep breath. "I just felt extra tired today and wanted some peace and quiet."

"Well, ok then. I'll leave you to it." He heard Sam begin to walk away and started to relax, when Sam's voice came back. "Oh hey Dean? I know you stayed at the table to have a drink, did you happen to see Charlotte? I've been texting and calling her and she hasn't responded since she let me know she was heading back home. I noticed she tried to call me and left a weird voicemail but I couldn't really understand her. I just wanted to make sure she got in before I start to worry too much."

Dean cursed himself. He couldn't say, 'Yeah, I'm balls deep in her right now. Sorry, that's why she hasn't been returning your texts Sammy.' He looked at Charlotte. He saw the same regretful look on her face. She was definitely thankful he couldn't understand the voicemail, considering she couldn't remember what she had said.

"Yeah. I saw her." Her eyes went wide. "She was really drunk, but said she had a good time. I gave her a hard time and helped her to bed. She should be sleeping right now." She shook her head and tried to move his hand from her mouth but stopped when Dean began to rock his hips into her to stop her. She gripped his wrist and closed her eyes tightly. That did the trick.

"Oh. Good. I'm glad she made it back safely. I was going to check on her but I guess I'll let her sleep. Night Dean."

"Night Sammy." Dean's voice was low as he stared down Charlotte and began a quick pace, making sure to keep his hand over her mouth just in case Sam was still lingering at the door. He couldn't focus long enough to listen for his footsteps. He felt Charlotte bite down on his hand, knowing she needed to be quiet as a precaution but was finding it increasingly difficult. It didn't take long for her to reach her climax, her moans finding their way through his hand. Dean quickly moved his mouth to hers, silencing her with his tongue as his pace became erratic and came along with her with a groan.

They lay there for a moment, catching their breath before Dean removed himself from her. She sighed and stretched as she sat up on his bed, feeling very light and relaxed. They didn't say a word as they began finding their clothes, his a lot easier to find then hers. She searched the room for her underwear and came up empty, so she opted to go commando until she got to her room. Dean handed her one of his shirts and she gladly accepted it, their hands brushing against each other as she took it from him. She made her way to the door so she could collect the rest of her clothes from the kitchen but stopped before opening it.

"Thank you, Dean. I needed that." She said softly, knowing Sam might still be able to hear. Dean just smiled and nodded at her as she left the room. He knew they couldn't do it again, but he couldn't wait for the chance.