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"What is this damn thing!" Dean Winchester yelled, searching the surrounding woods, over the top of his gun.
"I don't know!" Sam yelled back, as he searched the other side.
They could hear growling and the thrashing of limbs breaking around them. Suddenly, with a meaningful yell, something huge flew at Dean. Knocking him from his feet.
"Dean!" Sam yelled as he slung around aiming his shoot, as Dean continued to fight at the thing above him.
"Shoot it Sam!"
"I can't! I don't have a clear shot!"
"Shoot it!" Dean yelled again as a fire rang through the air. Stunning the creature, but only for a moment. Then it was disappearing into the woods, from which it had come.
"Nice shot." Dean said, while looking up at his brother.
"Dean, I didn't fire."
"What?"
"I didn't shot that thing!"
"If you didn't, then who did?"
"I did."
They both jerked quickly to see a girl step out of the bushes, while putting a bow over her shoulder. "Were you just going to let that thing bite your brother?" She asked Sam, as she began brushing off the layer of mud from her shirt and legs. "Though I think maybe I should have let it, had that not made it worse. Not that he deserved me saving him." Giving up on the mud she reach her hand down to Dean.
"Who are you?" Sam asked as he watched the girl help Dean to his feet.
"What are you doing here?" Dean asked once he was standing.
"What's it look like I was doing? Braiding my hair and painting my nails?" She asked sarcastically.
"That's what you should be doing. You got no right being here!"
"Who is she?" Sam asked.
"Says who? You? Ha, the one who has no right to be here is you. I've been tracking that thing, and you just screwed it up. Like you screw everything up!" The girl yelled as she turned and started out of the woods.
"What do you mean like I screw everything up?" Dean yelled going after her, leaving Sam stunned and confused.
Once he finally caught up with his brother, he found him standing beside his car arguing with the girl. After watching them for a few minutes, and having no idea what was going on, he yelled, to get their attention.
"Um, shouldn't we have gone after that thing?" He asked once they were both looking at him.
The girl sighed and sagged her shoulders. "It's no use." She stated. "I only got it good enough to stun it, and make it run, sad though it wasn't good enough that we would be able to follow it. And we certainly wouldn't find it. I've ruined its dinner. Now it will go into hiding to lick its wounds. It will not have a desire to finishing hunting tonight."
"Okay and how do you know that?" Sam asked, shocked.
"Cause unlike your brother here. I'm not one to go in shooting first. Like I said I've been tracking this thing, for the past 2 weeks. And I finally had it down to here, and I can only hope that what the two of you caused tonight won't cause it to start moving again. Man, I really won't this one to be over with, so I can return home."
"You've been tracking that thing, and you know my brother. Who are you, and what was that?"
"Doesn't matter who she is." Dean answered quickly.
"That was a werewolf. And I am Alexander Keller the 3rd. My father didn't have any sons, which makes me the legacy. I go by Alex though." She said offering her hand to Sam.
"Sam Winchester."
"I know."
"Of course you do. So how do you know my brother?"
"Oh we go way back, don't we Dean?"
"Oh yes, way back. You know we should probably get out of here, just in case that thing does come back." Dean said while opening the driver's side door.
"Do, you need a ride?" Sam asked Alex, opening his door.
"That would be nice. Though I'm sure your brother will freak."
"Oh, pay no attention to Dean."
"I never do." She said as she slides into the back seat.
"What'd ya ask her to stay with us for?" Dean asked hotly, while looking at the shut door to the bathroom.
"Cause she's nice, you know her. And she needed somewhere to stay. Plus she seems to know more about this thing then we do, so she can help us."
"That all maybe, but you have no idea what you just did."
"Really what is she evil? Cause she seemed like another hunter to me."
"Ha, sweet little Alex evil. No way. It's other things.."
"Like what?"
"That's not important."
"Oh, come on Dean tell me."
"Fine you really want to know who she is?" Seeing Sam's nod, he sighed and looked down. "She's my wife."
"What?!"
"I met her four years ago on a job with dad. Like her whole family are hunters, and friends of dad's. So, we were working on a job with them, including Alex. Who really does know what she's doing. But she was just so sweet, and amazing, I just couldn't help myself. I guess neither could she. So, we kind of ended up married."
"No way! So, what happened?"
"We're hunters, and we were being lead in different directions, but I guess it was mostly cause I was afraid something would happen to her if she keep going at the rate she was. So we got into a fight, then I left. By her order."
"Did you love her?"
Before Sam got his answer they heard the shower shut off, and was shortly joined by a freshly showered Alex. Sam was shocked by the appearances of the girl standing in front of him. She looked far different then from the first time he saw the mud clad girl step into view. She really did look like a sweet and amazing 24-year-old girl, standing in front of them in a tee shirt and boxers, while brushing out her hair. Sam saw the look on his brother's face as he watched the girl in front of them, and had no doubt that Dean loved her. And he could see why too.
"Well, I think I'm going to grab my shower now." Sam said, and head quickly into the bathroom. Leaving Alex, sitting cross-legged on the foot of one bed, and Dean standing off to the side, watching her.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" She asked with out even glancing up at him.
"How do you do that? Always know when I'm looking at you?"
"Because I can feel your eyes on me. So, why are you staring at me like that?"
"Gee, if I'm not mistaken you use to be able to read my mind."
"I still, can. I just chose not to. Believe it or not I don't go around reading peoples minds. I can control it."
"Yeah I know." He said sagging down onto the bed next to her. "I was wondering where that shirt went."
"You forgot it. I like sleeping in it. Makes me feel close to you."
"Really? Cause from the way you acted I thought you hated me."
"I don't hate you Dean. Never could. Mostly just hurt. But I still love you. We are married after all." With a sigh she laid her brush on the nightstand then stood and moved away from Dean. "So, um sleeping arrangements?"
"Sammy can have that bed, and we'll take this one. If that's okay and you don't mind sharing a bed with me. I just really don't want to share with my brother, and since you two don't know each oth-."
"Dean you're rambling. Shut up, will ya? I don't mind, it's not like we haven't shared a bed before." With a small smile, she moved back onto the bed, and under the covers. As Sam came out of the bathroom, and Dean went in.
Dean climbed gently into the bed, trying not to wake the sleeping girl on the other side. Just when he thought he was successful in not waking her, she rolled over and looked right at him.
"I wasn't sleeping." She said softly.
"You were crying." He replied gently, as he reached over to crease her cheek.
"It's no big deal." She answered while closing her eyes, and enjoying his gentle touch.
"Come 'ere."
With a small sigh she inched her way into his open arms, laying her head against his chest snuggling into his warmth. Dean placed a soft kiss in her hair, as he hugged her tighter, and drifted off to sleep.
A/N: okay so dean and sam maybe a little out of character, but hopefully not much. Plz leave me comments to let me know what ya think, so I'll know as to rather or not I should delete it or add a new chapter, thanks. oh and if anyone has an idea for a new title plz let me now, cause im not sure right now.