Note: This story starts in the week before the Wendigo episode happens. They have finished their first hunt, and Dean is hanging out at a bar near a hotel, while Sam is in their hotel a little farther away.

Kaden woke up. It was the middle of the night. And there was screaming outside. She pushed her platinum blonde hair from her eyes and grabbed her gun. She looked out the window. A bar fight. Again. This was the shittiest hotel in this side of the world. All night long all you could hear would be screaming and bone breaking. Definitely not something supernatural, so it should scare off with a gun. And it looked like the guy on the ground was getting the crap beat out of him. Well, if it would shut them up, she may as well help.

She opened the door to her hotel room. Ice blue eyes alert. The big one was winning, he looked like a mobster, only not smartly dressed. She rolled her eyes. What was it with men? Why did they have to have such stupid fights all the time? She pointed the handgun at the large one.

"Hey back off bitch!"

She yelled. It seemed to catch the guy off-guard for a few second as he turned to look at Kaden, but that was apparently all the other one needed. Within the second the bigger one was knocked-out cold. And the smaller one was kneeling down in pain. Kaden rushed over and helped him to his feet. He almost winced in pain.

"I think this is the first time I've ever needed a chick's help."

He laughed. Almost immediately winced in pain and attempting to double over after. Kaden looked at him with almost anger. Guys were always so immature about being helped by girls.

"Hey, you could be dead right now."

She said her voice edgy. She wasn't in the mood for a bar monkey like this one tonight, but she didn't really have a choice but to help him now, no doubt the cops would be here soon.

"Yeah, I know. Dean Winchester. You?"

He asked. God, for someone who was just beaten up he sure was quick to get to the introductions. She started to walk back to her hotel room, helping him walk as well. He must be used to this, then again, most of the people she met were.

"Kaden Corrence."

She said simply. As they reached the door. The guy, Dean, seemed to be content to shut up now. Good, she wasn't in the mood. She let some of his weight off of herself to open the door. He hissed but remained mostly silent.

Finally they got into her room. She flicked on the light, which she had neglected to do before. Then she helped him over to the bed. He was cute. At least, the cutest of anyone she had helped so far. In the light, it was clear he had quite a few bad bruises; it was also obvious that the other man had pulled out a blade.

His face was badly bruised and cut, he was bleeding a bit from his mouth, and there were bruises and cuts on his arms as well. His shirt looked like it had been though a blender, and there were probably bruises underneath that too. His legs looked okay. But it was going to be a Hell of a pain to get him fixed up.

"That bad, huh?"

He said in a half-amused voice. Kaden realized she had let a look of shock cover her face. She quickly replaced it with a more serious look. She ran her fingers through her hair. And started to walk towards her bags. She grabbed a small one with spray on antiseptic. Then she walked back over and put it beside him on the bed.

"First things first, we need to take off that shirt."

She said with a thoughtful voice. She lowered her hands to the bottom of his shirt and started to pull. He hissed again, obviously even taking off the shirt was going to hurt. She gave him a sympathetic look and she pulled it over his head.

His body was, astounding. Well aside from all the bruises and cuts that is. He looked like a hunter, and maybe he was. She would see if she could get him to say what he did for a living after a few sprays of the antiseptic.

She picked it up and sprayed it on a rather large cut on the right side of his chest. She should have probably given him a warning, but she didn't. It would keep germs out, if it hurt, well too bed. He doubled over and grabbed her arm. He squeezed it with quite a bit of force, though she doubted he meant to.

"Fu…ck…that…hurt."

He hissed his voice cracking. Though he was still doubled over. He released her arm and she brought it to his head and ran it through his hair. Gently touching the back of his neck, which seemed to distract him from the pain a bit.

"I know it hurt. But it'll only sting for a few seconds, and it'll keep infection out."

She said softly. He started to sit up again, recovering from the shock. Maybe, now that he knew it was coming it wouldn't be as bad. She did the rest of chest and stomach in one spray. There were plenty of cuts, but none as big as the first. He let out a grunt in protest of the pain. She touched the back of his neck softly again, though it didn't distract him as well this time.

Within about thirty seconds he recovered from the slight pain, she sprayed his arms. He only bit his lip this time, though it still was quite obviously painful. She thought that maybe some conversation might help get his mind off the pain.

"So, Dean, what do you do for a living?"

She asked her voice generally curious. She hoped he wasn't a hunter, oh god please don't let him be a hunter. She liked him. He couldn't be a hunter.

"Like Hell I'm going to tell some chick."

He growled though clenched teeth. It was as if she had done nothing for him. Why wouldn't he tell her? She her fingers on the cut on the right side of his chest and pushed. Smiling at his pain, though inside she could barely stand it.

"I'd suggest you to."

She growled back. He gasped at the sudden pressure from her fingers and then whimpered at the pain. She smiled wider, but on the inside everything inside her was yelling to hold him and not let anything hurt him again.

"F…uck. Ok, ok, I'll tell you. You're going to think I'm insane though. I'm a…how do I put this. I hunt evil. You know ghosts, werewolves? My dad did it, and I'm starting to."

He said, his voice sounding like he was suffering the worst pain possible. She removed her fingers. Great, he was a hunter, and to think she had liked him. She sprayed his face. He winced again, this time she didn't feel guilty.

"I'm a hunter too, and I know what they're like, no matter how cute."

She hissed walking towards her freezer. She opened it and grabbed some pre-bagged ice. Hunters, they were horrible people. She knew they were, she ought to. She was one.

"You think I'm cute?"

He said smirking. He was one of them too. As much as she'd love to fall into his arms and just be at peace, she couldn't, he was one of those hunters, out for nothing but a quick one-nighter. Just like the rest of them.

"Shut-up. You haven't got a chance, I'm not looking for that type of relationship."

She barked and she put some ice on the bruise on his chest. He winced. He looked almost close to tears, but it would at least keep the swelling down. He looked up at her; he looked almost hurt from her comment.

"Sorry, didn't know it was your time of month."

Dean said sarcastically. And if it weren't for his cuteness, the ice would be in his face right about now. She glared. Hunters were all the same. She would never fall in love with one.

"That's your worst bruise, keep the ice on it. You can sleep here."

She said sneering, there was only one bed, and he could have it, she was too angry to sleep anyways. She sat in an armchair with her back to him and just stared at the wall. Dean didn't make a sound, other then a few hisses at pain as he tried to get up to the pillow. And then there was finally silence. And even though she had doubted it, she drifted to sleep.

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It was early in the morning, dawn to be exact. She could hear shouting from outside. Shouting near the bar. For a second she thought it was another bar fight. Then she could make out what it was saying. Whoever was shouting was calling for Dean. That brought all of it back to her.

She got up and walked to the bed. Dean was fast asleep, free from all the pain for a while. He looked so innocent. But she couldn't fall in love. Not with a hunter.

She left the room to see a tall man with shaggy brown hair shouting. He looked rather worried. Maybe he was Dean's friend. Kaden walked up to him. She was shorter then him, even though she was about the same height as Dean.

"Dean Winchester? Is that who you're looking for?"

She asked keeping her voice normal. This man was probably a hunter too. He looked at her with relief. She knew in that instant that this man was indeed looking for her Dean.

"Yes! You know him? Where is he? He's been gone all night!"

Then man said excitedly. This one was awfully emotional for a hunter. She pointed to her door and looked up at him, her blue eyes like ice, showing no emotion. Then she started to walk, and he followed.

"He's in my room."

The look that flooded the man's face was all she needed to start her day full of pep. He looked almost embarrassed. He thought she had slept with Dean!

"No, its not like that, he got in a fight, so I let him sleep in there. My name's Kaden Corrence by the way, what's yours?"

She said quickly. The man seemed to be satisfied with the new version of things so Kaden let herself calm down. She turned the knob. Opening the door slightly.

"I'm Sam Winchester, Dean's brother."

He muttered just before Kaden walked through the door. Dean was awake, topless still, and sitting up. He probably felt loads better today. There was an icy glace between them for a few seconds.

"Sam, good to see you again."

Sam nodded at Dean as he said those words. Then there was an awkward silence; Kaden realized the brothers wanted to talk alone. She gave a knowing sigh.

"Well I'm going to go have some breakfast, then come back and get my stuff and hitchhike out of here. You two had better get a move on too."

She muttered as she left and closed the door. She didn't leave though, she stood right outside it to listen to what the boys would be saying. She'd go get some food after she knew if they knew something important. Dean was first to speak.

"Sam, its not what you think she's not just another g-"

"Dean I know she told me. Why didn't you though? Normally you be on top of her so fast she wouldn't be able to say no."

"She's a hunter Sam. She's not like other girls."

"Well it doesn't matter, come on, let's leave."

Kaden froze for a second as she thought Sam would open the door and expose that she had been eavesdropping. But then Dean's voice came again.

"Sam, wait."

"Dean, what is it?"

"Sam I think I…"

"You think you what Dean?"

"I think I might like her."

"Dean you like a lot of girls, common."

"No, Sam. I mean I think I'm in…"

"You in love Dean? Yeah right."

"Sam, I'm dead serious."

"Fine, we can catch up to her and ask her to come with us okay?"

Kaden expected that they would be coming out any minute, so she started to walk hurriedly towards the parking lot. So they'd think she had left already. Dean had said he loved her. But he couldn't have been telling the truth. Hunters like him and Sam were nothing but men looking for boobs when it came to relationships. Still…maybe…no she wasn't in love. Not with him not with any hunter.

Then Kaden heard footsteps pounding behind her. She turned to see Dean, who looked to be in quite a bit of pain from running. After she saw him he stopped and put his hands on his knees. She stopped and walked to him and helped him stand upright.

"Damn…you run fast."

He said gasping for air. He had run all the way here for her. But he was still a hunter. But even that couldn't take away the slight guilt she felt for making him run.

"Dean you shouldn't be running. What do you want?"

She knew perfectly well what he wanted, but she couldn't let him know that she had heard all that. She couldn't let him think she was that sneaky.

"I know, but I had to catch up. Me and my brother, we want you to come hunt with us."

Kaden put on an expression mixed from pity, and stubbornness. She couldn't go with them. She couldn't trick herself like that. She sneered. But on slightly.

"Dean, I told you. Not you, or your brother have a chance with me. I know what you people are like"

She sneered. Hurt filled Dean's eyes. He looked almost like a puppy that had been hit one too many times. She wanted to hug him and tell him it would all be okay. But she couldn't.

"Please, maybe we can just be friends. But please come with us, please."

He pleaded. Kaden couldn't take it anymore. It was like watching a puppy whimper and cry. She touched his face gently where it was bruised, and ran her fingers down off his chin.

"I'll come Dean. But don't try anything. I'll go get my stuff."

Dean smiled. When he smiled like that, so genuinely, it was almost priceless to her. Sam was watching from a ways off. Obviously expecting her to fall madly in love. But she wouldn't.

In a minute she was in her rooms, she made sure she had all her weapons and medical stuff in her bags then turned off the light and left the room. She looked around it one last time before closing the door. In a way, she was leaving part of her past in there.

She walked out and saw Dean standing next to a black Impala. Impressive for a hunter, it was a classic car. And it was in fairly good condition. Dean opened the back door; she threw her stuff in then climbed in herself.

"Nice car."

She said, her voice sounding authentic, mostly because she was actually surprised and impressed that a guy like Dean took such good care of the car. Dean smiled closing the door behind her then got in his own seat.

He turned up the volume of the radio. The song 'Talk Dirty To Me' was playing. She rested her head on the back of her seat and closed her eyes. A new chapter in her life was beginning. And maybe, it wouldn't be as bad as she would've thought.