A/N-Hey. So, first story on a new account, not my first story ever, though. I intend to have gooey romance but I'm going to try really, really hard to keep the characters the way we all know and love them. I tried to make Kate Dean's counterpart, just as attractive and just as bitchy. And quick thing on Kate being so skinny, she is living off of a box of fried rice every two days. So I'm not saying you have to be 100 pounds to be pretty. And on that note, reviiieeeww. Mean comments, nice comments, comments on how fabulous my hair looks today. Hope you enjoy!

Kate sat cross-legged in her empty apartment. Okay, so it wasn't technically hers but she was there and no one else really wanted it. The sweater she wore hung loosely over her bony frame. She didn't always eat. Couldn't afford it. Couldn't risk going outside and having someone say "Hey! That's the girl that ripped her Dad's intestines out while he was still breathing and made her poor, weak mother watch!"

Well, Kate didn't do that. A really sick shifter did. But no one knew that. And Kate was not about to try and explain. She was a hunter, and a really freaking good one at that. But lately, since her face was plastered everywhere with the title "Stay away, bloody friggen murderer," she couldn't go door to door saying "your house is haunted, let me in an trust me completely," so she just ordered Chinese food and practiced french braiding her own hair.

She was reduced to a bony figure with ratty Disneyland sweaters and impressively braided hair. Not the epic hunter she used to be.

"Knock Knock. Open the FREAK up!" someone pounded on the door and Kate pulled a silver dagger from her back pocket. Rising to open the door, she stared through the peep-hole. Two undeniably attractive guys stood outside her door. "Probably Feds," she said to herself, pulling the hood over her face to try and keep them from recognizing her.

"Hello? Can I help you?" she asked sweetly, hoping to a God she didn't believe she'd get away with a warning.

"You're Kate Dailey?" the one with short hair asked.

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"Uh.." she didn't know what to do. She says yes, she's screwed. No, she's also screwed because she couldn't prove she wasn't Kate Dailey and then she'd be taken in for lying to a fed as well as playing jump rope with her father's large intestine.

"We aren't Feds. We're hunters, and we're here to help."

Kate inhaled sharply. "Thanks for the heart-attack, assholes." she sighed.

"So you are Kate?" "Katie" she corrected them. Teachers called her Kate. Unbelievably attractive guys got to call her Katie.

"I'm Dean Winchester. This is my brother Sam."

The two guys were sitting on the floor next to her, picking the broccoli out of their chicken.

"Too manly for veggies, huh?" She asked.

"I'm also too manly for Disneyland." Dean said. "Maybe you should take off your shirt." Kate rolled her eyes. "Yep. Because Lo Mein does wonders for a girls boobs."

"I don't mind," he said, his green eyes glinting with something distinctly boy-ish.

"Dean." Sam said, warning.

Dean looked at his brother, resembling a kid who's just been told to put back the toy the picked out from the shelves.

"Aw Sammy. Such a kill-joy." Kate teased, picking up the broccoli they weren't eating and mixing it with her noodles.

"Yeah Sam," Dean said. "Let the girl take off her shirt."

Kate smiled, "I would. But I don't have heating. Probably freeze."

Dean just looked at her. "I could keep you warm," he lifted one eyebrow in the "if ya know what I mean," kinda way.

Sam choked on his chicken. "Oh my God."

Kate couldn't help but play along, crawling over to Dean and resting her head against his chest.

"Yep. He's warm, alright." Sam scooted away from the both of them in mock disgust. Actually, it might not have been mock.

Kate was a pretty girl. Maybe that was an understatement. Her hair was midnight black, so dark it was almost blue. Her skin was pale and smooth, and well, let's just say the Lo Mein didn't have any negative effects on her boobs. Big, pure blue eyes were framed by dark eyelashes and something about her face drew people in and didn't like letting them out

It wasn't much of a surprise that Dean was attracted to Kate. And Dean, as previously stated, was really attractive. So the fact Kate was practically purring wasn't much of a surprise either.

"Can we talk about this? Why we came?" Sam asked, really wanting his brother to untangle himself from this alleged murderer, drop-dead gorgeous or not.

Sam yawned, "First thing in the morning."

Kate got up, pulling a pile of wool blankets from the corner of her square apartment. She put them in a pile, arranging them to maximize the body heat of the two other men sitting next her. Dean was the first one to slip under the soft wool. "Are you coming to bed, honey?" He called, patting the spot next to him.

Kate smiled and laid down next to him. Sam had no choice but to squeeze next to Kate.

Dean slipped a hand to Kate's collar bone, the devilish glint in his eye was back again. "You cold, sweetheart?" He asked.

"Freezing." She said.

Dean pulled Kate to his chest, and found she was actually freezing. It was weird, how attracted he was to her. He really had no idea if, once he fell asleep, his guts would be this years Christmas decorations. But he didn't think that would actually happen. Dean didn't know much about this stunning girl, but he knew he didn't plan on letting go of her anytime soon.

Kate rested her head in the crook of Dean's neck, her long eyelashes tickling the rough skin of his neck.

Dean couldn't hold it back, because he was already aching with need about an hour ago. He reached his breaking point was Kate yawned and her lips brushed against his neck.

"Katie, baby. Your lips look cold, too."