Okay I couldn't resist the starting of a new story, I kind of figured this way I have one going for each Winchester….so when I am in a Dean mood I have this one, and a Sam mood-I have the other. Yes, it does start out with some crazy smutty Sammy library sex but this story is all for Dean…besides Dean got some in the other story. And I am following Sam's character arc as it is through season three to four…more demanding and a little darker….I really think his character on the show will evolve allot this season, because he will have to living without his brother. I haven't decided exactly where this comes in but am thinking the trickster episode in season three when Sam has months to himself and gets damn dark and obsessed. In this story it will be going back and forth between modern times and adolescent, and my inspiration was thinking about why Dean hates witches so much. Please review.

Corrode

Cloistered Touch

Chapter One Libraries and Memories

Hazel reached for the book, so caught up in her actions that she didn't notice the shadow that was looming behind her. The room was too poorly lit anyhow but being what she was she should have noticed his presence. Above Hazel, the arched ceilings of the college library were rounded in a high curved vaulted design. It was more like a chapel in its magnificence, with its quiet reverence softened by the snow that kissed the tall windows. It was just the type of college library Hazel had always dreamed of going. But her life had taken a different route and now it seemed easy to pretend she really had gone on to study. Hazel pondered as she searched the rows. It was days like this, when the weather carried the threat of frost-bite, that the crowds stayed home. Promises of warm fires tempted the less driven, and lasted the day to shelter through the night.

'' Cuddled and safe in their beds..'' she stated with sarcasm.

'' With my luck the wolf would come knocking just when I felt the safest…..and that's life ladies and gentlemen..'' she spoke to herself as if an audience were listening.

Hazel did this often; she found it helped to fill the loneliest and darkest hours.

'' My life anyhow..'' she stated with a small trace of bitterness to her voice.

She'd spent hours now, just on this one floor, thoroughly searching from shelf to shelf. It was time in the click of her boots, and the tick of the clock that made obvious her tempered state, Hazel's agitation building as the time passed.

And now evening had come, surprising as the passing of time can be when absorbed in a task, and here she was. Her legs almost brushed her chin tucked under the long hanging lights and drafty pine carved ceiling. Hazel suddenly felt a pulling towards a shelf that she had completely disregarded on contents alone. Who would place ancient Latin next to plants and garden? She might have laughed if she hadn't been so exhausted.

Speechless with relief her focus leveled triumphantly on the prize. Her natural empath ability stripped away everything except the impatience to have that book in her hands. Hazel wanted to whoop with delight but felt her immediate surroundings would disagree with the idea.

She stood on tip toe to look closer, breath held and eyes wide. The old leather binding was wearing thin, the delicate ivory that traced the title was paling, and the words were difficult to make out. Yet, she felt sure the piece was authentic. The pulling conviction behind her forehead agreed, like a silver spool of thread unwinding towards the object she couldn't deny how strong the pull was. Hazel felt swallowed inside a desire that had taken over her life, her body, mind and soul. The proof would finally be hers.

Yet, Hazel's empathy should have picked up on the energy of the man behind her. And he continued unnoticed until those large long fingered hands came into her peripheral view. She should have known just from the image of that one long crooked finger, even before her arm brushed his, he was no stranger. He was someone she hadn't thought about in a long time. Well, perhaps that was a lie also, you never really forgot a Winchester- just pushed his memory away, and tried to move on.

His presence and the knowledge of who he was, burst through, as her fingers closed over his. A long forgotten energy was felt, Sam's own unique fingerprint-Hazel nearly jumped at the realization. It was amazement, excitement and horror all rolled into one roasting pit at the center of her stomach. And it was much more, more than her adolescent mind had been able to understand in high school, a feminine longing, which tugged deeply inside.

Sam was the only person Hazel had ever been close to on an emotional level. The only person she had told about the accident. And now her old suppressed urges and intimate cravings over powered the reality that that friendship was more than physical attraction. That and the fact that she could feel the whisperings of arousal inside him as well collected in her memories. Then she remembered the pain his brother had caused her.

Should she turn and greet Sam- forget long buried thoughts of them together of Dean's condemnation. She wished for the strength to do just that. But the pain that Dean caused seemed suddenly to bloom and wouldn't it be just wonderful if she now, after all these years, did the very thing Dean had been trying to prevent in high school: If she slept with Sam.

It was the kind of thought to make an overemotional girl giddy and light headed. Would Sam know it was even her, it had been over eleven years and Hazel looked different now. Did she want him to know? Hazel tucked the only thing that she knew would link his thoughts to the past, her pentacle-the one he'd given her before he left, inside the silk draped lace across her throat. And turned with a smile, swatting his hand playfully away from the book they'd both been reaching for.

'' Ladies first, or were you planning on tackling me against the shelf and wrestling it away. Fair warning, I'm pretty good at sparring, and my size makes for good agility, '' Hazel's eyes twinkled up into his.

And there was plenty of time to take stock of the boy turned man. The dark angles in his eyes were surprised, and drawn up shy beneath his boyish looking sable curls. But the boyhood ended there. He'd grown into his jaw that was slack below a mouth that would have been harsh if it weren't for the adorable curve in his bottom lip. Hazel's center tightened as she imagined what he would do if she reached up and sucked lightly on that lip. She thought instead of his loyalty to her, even when his brother had damned her.

'' Do I know you?'' Sam questioned, score one for the Winchester, but Hazel still wasn't sure she wanted to be remembered.

If only so much time hadn't past, if only they'd reunited sooner. But she could drown in excuses, and Hazel had spent too many nights making the lists. There was no returning when time pressed forward.

'' Maybe, in another time…'' she answered being evasive but not lying.

He stepped closer to examine her features; Hazel crossed her fingers, hoping the surgery had been successful enough to hide what was left of Hazel Whiteburn. The reconstruction had seemed to fool her enemies. But she had never reclined bellow the stars with an enemy, never counted the constellations', or shared those pieces of herself no one else had known. Not even Dean had been aware of her past.

Still sometimes in the darkness Hazel thought of Dean. Normal although it was, to want something, to crave the contact those gently rolling eyes warmed, and then feel betrayed when that side of the bed lay empty. It was an impossible wish to expect more than heeded words, or quick embraces- pretending, always pretending. She still felt haunted by those words even now, words that had deflated her empty hopes, as if being Dean's friend or enemy would ever be enough.

But she tried, damnit - to never let Dean know, he couldn't see the real sorrow behind her smile, couldn't know the true intentions behind her indulgent gaze was for more than she knew he could offer. So she day dreamed, safe fantasies in which she was the heroin. The woman Dean would want beyond temptation, her lips to pass his time, like lazy afternoons as the jasmine drifted.

But now Dean was just a memory, and Sam, well Sam……was he saying something? He now stood quite a bit closer than before she'd drifted into Dean land. Just like Disneyland, folks- thrilling rides that left you gasping for more, she thought smiling slightly as she finally tuned in on Sam's words.

'' Why don't we share a study room, it's very important I see this book tonight, and besides you could never take me in a sparring match….'' and there were the dimples matched against the same puppy dog eyes, which melted her resolve every time.

Hazel thought about the private soundproof rooms lined up along the library walls. She'd lost her virginity in one a few years back, and was surprised to see Sam head straight for the very same study room. Hazel didn't need more than his presence to feel the energy sparking between them, it had always sparked between them; it would be unfair of her to do anything with Sam while Dean kept crossing her mind. It's not that a part of her didn't want Sam and she sure as hell cared for him; but how much of her arousal was just reflecting off of her thoughts of Dean. Little did Hazel know she was underestimating Sam. Because it had remained easy when they were kids; he was still so shy and uncertain of his appeal, his advances awkward-easy to deflect, if Hazel had to- but not anymore.

'' Wouldn't you rather have one closer to the bathroom,'' Hazel questioned, also noticing the isolation of this particular room.

'' You mean the exit..'' he questioned with a smile, and this riled her better intensions, like he was extending the tip of a small pointed sword, extending an invitation to spar.

'' I don't have a thing to be afraid of…why would I need an exit?'' she stated.

'' So…... what's wrong with this one.'' he asked turning to see her expression, with a faint smile. What could she possibly say without embarrassing herself? I'm trying not to think about sex and that room has memories… I mean sure her and Sam had been only, okay mostly friends, but the thought of him bending her over that small grey table, in the windowless and lockable room, started a drumbeat between her thighs that was undeniable. Memories of them together locked in the deciding vote.

Could it just be her reaction to never finishing with him in the past? What if she did do this? And her thoughts from earlier came back in relentless waves. Hazel didn't even have to tell him her name, or the alias she now used to escape the radar. They could part as strangers, and it would remain her secret.

'' Suppose it doesn't really matter, '' she stated grabbing the book from his hands and racing ahead, Hazel grinned over her shoulder. It only took a few of his huge strides to catch up, and she was standing in his shadow again, a bemused expression on his face.

'' Those short legs of yours are no match for mine, '' and it was in that statement as he leaned into and then around her to open the door, that Hazel felt the sensuality come out in his breath. Although, the words were teasing the manor was every bit the man she'd known he would grow up to become, even still the laughing boy-her first kiss. But his substantial want circled her in tingling ribbons. How could she deny him what he was done denying himself?

Hazel caught small flashes of his life since they'd parted and almost blurted her identity right there. Sam's life had been almost an endless storybook of pain, and she felt sorry for that. She was trying so hard to cap off her empathy but his life and pain was too close to the surface right now, pain similar to her own. Usually, she was able to muffle her ability to a small roar…..why couldn't she do that with Sam? She'd never been able to when it came to him-why was he different? Hazel preferred a modest amount of control, but he would tune in and then out, like a short wave radio-she had never known what she was going to feel from him. Some days nothing and then others full memories would arrest her conscience.

So when they'd been young, Hazel only felt it fair to share her life as well. He'd told her once that she was the only person who knew about what his family did. Actually, it was through Sam's memories and emotions that Hazel got to know the real Dean that she'd fallen in love with Sam's older brother.

Sam grabbed Hazel by the hand and pulled her inside, and suddenly she was the nervous one. She could feel in him the longing to experience her skin scorched and naked beneath his, her nipple tugged gently in his teeth…..his thoughts were so compelling, her empathy and approach so tuned into his that she could actually feel his hands on her body- through his ideas. It was a full connection, something her empathy only tuned into when a circuit was completed….. Or rather when an emotion was so powerful it had her floating in sensation. Most people believed sensation stopped at actual nerve contact, but for Hazel-when she felt something this acute, it was a full sense experience. And she was so caught up inside Sam's libido, like being in the eye of a cyclone…that as he wove around her, winds of lust tightening; she had to pull away from his touch.

'' I really need to get some research done,'' he exclaimed with a lopsided grin, looking pleased with Hazel's obvious predicament. She was flushed and trembling. But if Sam thought that was strange, that such a small amount of flirting would reduce her to a breathless vixen, he showed no signs.

'' Yeah, me to,'' Hazel responded winded, while trying not to weave towards her seat.

Hazel stopped midstride and cocked her head up to look into Sam's eyes, tempting the tempted might not have been the best idea. But she couldn't seem to stop herself; the warmth of intimacy still seemed to be reaching towards her with fingers that left paths like flames. The smile that touched his lips said he had no intention of getting right to the research. He was planning to do what Winchesters did best, find out why exactly a young woman would be after such an obscure manuscript.

This particular Latin text included several spells for spirit removal, among the more innocent things. Most people would consider it mythical balderdash, only those few who knew different would be interested in it. And then there was the fact that it was in Latin, making it even stranger for anyone normal to be interested in. This could get tricky; Hazel thought to herself, Sam wasn't a stupid guy. But after years of her own experience with the supernatural, she could hold her own. Hazel's talents had come in handy when needed and she really needed the conformation in those old Latin pages. Hazel needed to set things right.

'' Are you sure I don't know you?'' he asked, large palms closing over her backside as he lifted her to face him on the edge of the table.

Hazel was so shocked to find herself now perched in front of him she didn't immediately react to the fact she was now surrounded by Winchester and felt incapable of escape. That his fingers were now teasing the skin as her skirt rolled up, in an indecent salute…..innocent boy turned haunted man. Hazel was enthralled. The feel of his hands wrapping the entire width of her leg, had her body flushed as her mind tumbled to find thought. Hazel used a quick focusing exercise; she'd learned to bring herself above the hum of electric energy and back down out of his stormy eyes. Hazel smiled; she felt more on her playing field now.

Then thinking two things very quickly, she could play this out his way feigning ignorance, or she could grab the book and run- for all her, small legs as he put it ,would take her. Hazel decided against the latter course of action settling into a more mysterious grin. Besides, she didn't have much hope in a foot race and her selfish indulgence was winning the battle as Sam fingered the lining along her panties.

'' Is this the kind of studying you had in mind,'' Hazel questioned.

Her eyes locked on his as her fingers worked the buttons on his shirt. Then it was one inch of exposed flesh, two inches of exposed chest. Hazel was vigorously working to see the change from boy to man. She poked her tongue between her lips to focus her fumbling grip. Damnit, when had the buttons on these shirts gotten so small, she thought-and laughed. Hazel was frustrated to find that by the time she was halfway down and starting to meet a hardened six pack, Sam was smiling from ear to ear at her troubles.

'' Why don't you let me get the rest…'' Sam grinned.

He had it off in one smooth motion. Then as he turned to throw it aside Hazel admired the view from behind, shoulder blades flexing together and decided his pants would be next. But as he approached he made no moves to advance the game, did he want her to…….Hazel reached for his belt only to have him shake his head. It was then she remembered he was most likely in work mode, information before fun mode. So why the hell was he tempting her anyway? Hazel stuck to the plan of operation village idiot and flipped her blonde hair with a carp like '' O'' of surprise.

'' I thought you wanted this,'' she whined, pouting as he pulled back a little but only enough to give her breathing room-his hands were still secured around her outer thighs, flexing teasingly against her flesh.

'' First tell me…….why this book,'' he looked serious now, face passive as the waves of desire lay carefully controlled under the surface.

Then he had moved his leg to push it up between hers using it like leverage to push apart her thighs. Every inch left Hazel more and more exposed, the ache deepening slowly. She couldn't tell him the truth….not this time. But he was making it damn hard. Hazel fought to stay in character, a groan of delight escaping her mouth-as his thigh, firmly pushed and then pulled back. Hazel was ready but couldn't give into her desire to flip his tall form onto the table and take back her control.

'' What's so important about this book anyway,'' and she put on her sexiest pout, fighting fire with fire, hating herself for having to stoup to actually playing stereo-typical blonde.

'' All I want to do is…'' she leaned in closer, closer to that teasing leg, grasping for those intricate wisps of his arousal with her mind, and tickling at the edges-wanting to pull it tightly to effect him the same way he was effecting her.

But every time she thought she'd found his glowing arousal it dimmed in her fingers as if he were holding it just out of her reach. Hazel felt now that she could not play this game, Sam had only gotten better. Not without blowing her cover or letting something slip. Hazel's face might be different but Hazel felt that some part of Sam already recognized her. He wasn't just older something about him was different. It was the same thing she'd felt lazing through him, like a dark eel in science class, only now it was a larger part of him, and very powerful. She needed to get out of this; this was his game now…..when the hell had the power shifted?

'' I think you know exactly how important this book is. If you really were as dumb as you are pretending I don't think you'd know how to read the text inside…..it takes more than high school Latin to read that old script. Because it's a combination of newer Latin and Gaelic, it was written to purposely confuse its finder. But the most curious thing is…… how you knew it was here, I've spent months tracking it's whereabouts and I had this feeling when I saw you…. so I followed,'' he lowered his eyes in a hungry way, at the same time using his thumb to replace his thigh and rubbing lazy circles over her cotton underwear. Hazel's head dipped back on a moan. She knew she was lost completely if she didn't do something and fast.

'' You usually get your way like this,'' Hazel breathed out wanting nothing more than to pull at the bulge in his jeans; then to tell him everything, because Sam was gauging Hazel's reaction to him and using it against her.

'' Actually you're the first, but I feel like I've been here before '' he chuckled deeply and pulling her blouse to the side….. Sam tongued Hazel's nipple through the lacy fabric of her bra…the same way he'd done that first night….that first night…her thoughts were slipping away, her focus and control hard to hold onto.

'' Why do I get the deluxe treatment,'' she asked trying to hold on with something coherent, because her eyes were half closed in a foggy seduction.

Hazel could smell the aftershave and shampoo, now mixed with the smell of sex and heated flesh in his closeness. Sam leaned back studying her for a second a little bit of confusion in his expression. As if his body recognized her, but he didn't know why. And he suddenly seemed unsure of his methods, Sam's uncertantity giving Hazel enough time to resurface….. a little.

'' Just tell me,'' he repeated, voice gravely and raw- so she went with one of the many lies, surely they weren't that different after all.

'' Reporter…..doing a story….that good enough for you,'' and it must have been.

His defenses down Hazel pulled him to her. Sam came willingly. His long fingers around her neck and collar bone as he kissed her fully, sliding from one side of her mouth to the other. He nipped playfully at her neck and jaw-line, and then his thumb was inside her, stroking a fire to match the intensity in his eyes.

'' God, just fuck me……,'' Hazel mewled into his mouth, hot and tepid with moister.

'' I planned on it,'' Sam stated pushing another finger inside.

Hazel nearly shattered as he circled her vulva once again before adding another.

'' Fuck Sam- just do it,'' and then everything came to a screeching halt.

He'd never told her his name- just as she'd never told him hers. It was then that the pentacle he gave her chose that inopportune time to slide out from where she had it wedged, and Sam's eyes locked on hers in confusion and disbelief.

'' Hazel,'' he questioned looking down at her in a way that made Hazel want to melt into the floor.

'' Not anymore…'' she returned, grabbing the book and running from the room, the smell of Sam burned inside her.

And yet she thought of Dean Winchester. The bastard she'd trusted, trusted enough to offer herself, to open herself. Hazel could still see the look in his eyes when he'd turned her down, he still thought of her as a freak. It had been wrong to not tell Sam as if she could just erase the encounter. Sam had been her friend, her confidant, her first kiss. Dean……well he'd been something else entirely and when Hazel figured that out, perhaps she would finally be free of him. She remembered back to the first conversation she'd ever had with Dean.

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Eleven years earlier……………….

Dean stood interlinking his burnished fingers. The rubbing of those digits and steady gaze from his eyes, left an intensity that curled around Hazel's lungs like a large feline and squeezed. From the blood that rose to her head, to the pounding through her ears, his gaze filled her with a pulsing sense of alarm. He was Dean Winchester, a couple years her senior-newest hottie to arrive at Langdale High. He was also completely and petulantly unpredictable. Stories had begun circulating about him since his first day when he gave the biggest bully in the school a black eye.

Some people said it had been over Candy, the bullies girl, that Dean had winked or some such thing. Others said it was a card game. The stories got crazier and crazier as the year had gone on and never once had Hazel seen Dean try and prevent them. It was like he wanted to be an outsider; which only made him all the more mysterious.

Dean seemed like the kind of guy that was a rebel, like James Dean, something that girls fervently whispered about in corners while secretly longing for a wink from his direction. Dean Winchester was trouble, something Hazel had learned to stay away from. But it didn't stop a girls heart from hammering a little faster when he was around, and since the hall was empty there was no other girl he could be staring at.

She didn't know why he stared. But his eyes seemed to be latched casually onto her chest, okay that made sense, Hazel thought, because it wasn't an uncommon thing for her…she was more developed than most girls her age. So she wasn't alarmed-at first. But as Hazel stared back, taking in the highlights of his hair at the tips, the steadiness of his green eyed gaze started to distress her. It wasn't her breast which held the larger part of his gaze….but the pentacle necklace resting in the crevice between. And that idea worried her more. His sneer deepened as if he might spit on her from across the hall. Hazel held her palm over the top like she would protect it from his nosy eyes and tried to look cross through her fear. It was then that he slowly ambled over. This of all days to be late, she wished the halls were full so that the crushing energy of his leveled orbs would fade into the background of swirling high school chaos.

'' I heard about you and my brother,'' he drawled out, his seventeen year old voice already deepened with hormones, and oversexed ones if the gossip had anything to say about it. Hazel clutched her books like a shield; Sam was her lab partner and the extreme opposite of Dean.

'' We share beakers and a table in science…so what?'' He smiled indulgently as if he were dealing with a child and shook his head.

'' Is that all you share, Hazel?'' She'd never heard anyone say her name the way Dean said it that day, long and drawn out with implications she was too young to comprehend.

'' What is it exactly that you have heard…..and I wouldn't believe just anything-according to word of mouth you've already screwed half the cheerleaders behind the bandstand.''

'' Exactly my point Hazel, rumors often hold some amount of truth, and it was only three-fourths, I'm not partial to large frolicking mascots,'' Hazel gasped and Dean smiled.

'' Why should I tell you anything….. it doesn't involve you,'' she questioned angered by his flippant tone. Hazel didn't like cheerleaders but no one deserved to be referred to like an object.

'' Because of this..'' and before Hazel knew what Dean was about, he had pushed her books to the floor, and was holding her pentacle with a look of disgust.

'' I hate witches, my brother doesn't need to be getting mixed up in any black masses,'' he replied eying her like she was Satan reincarnated.

'' You shouldn't open your mouth about things your foolish brain doesn't understand, this is white magic and now it has to be re-purified thanks to your grubby hands,'' Hazel pulled the small linked Celtic chain from his fingers and glared. Sputtering a little he looked like his eyeballs were going to pop out of his head, she was guessing not many stood up to him. But he recovered quickly.

'' I know enough….witch'', he spat the word like it was the ugliest most vile thing, as he stepped closer.

'' We may not burn witches anymore…..but I know a few tricks……stay away from Sam!'' The warning cracked the air, like a physical slap. And Hazel was scared of the threat that lingered in those now almost glowing green eyes, but she was also angry. She advanced herself on his already intimidating form and tipped her head up to meet his hard expression with one of her own.

'' You gonna threaten a witch Dean?''

'' I'm not afraid of your kind,'' he answered fists clenched at his sides as if he was thinking about strangling her, with each flexing of his hands.

'' I could curse you…'' it was an empty threat but he didn't need to know that, Hazel continued- wanting to hit him right in the pride, she lowered her voice,

'' I could make it shrivel you know…make it hurt so bad you'd never have another cheerleader.'' Hazel cackled dramatically for comical emphasis but his shell only slipped a little. For a second looking like he might laugh with her.

'' Relax Winchester……I won't harm Sam; I like him he's an excellent lab partner. If anything was to happen personally; which, I doubt he'd have the gumption to park up the courage and do…. I'll make sure to check with you first, big brother,'' Hazel grinned making sure to let him know that being a smart-ass wasn't his personal trademark.

'' That's not good enough. I want you to leave him completely alone. I know how you feel about him. I can tell by the way you're always making moon eyes at him.''

When had Dean been watching her with Sam, Hazel thought for sure they'd been alone if not in school? Not that anything had happened…but it never would if Dean followed them around.

'' I think allot of guys are attractive doesn't mean I would go around making out with all of them….besides what could you really do to stop me, and I have to tell you asking me not to has only increased my desire to do it,'' rolling her eyes Hazel rested her hands on his chest to push herself away, and found him to be a pretty immovable force. His eyes twinkled at her antics, there was a hard wall of muscle hiding under that shirt, and especially for a guy so young….what the hell did he do in his spare time, Hazel wondered.

'' I'm sure I could think of something, '' and then he winked. Hazel's face reddened at that unexpected move, was he using his looks to throw her off?

'' I'm not into conceited asses,'' she lashed out.

'' I'll take brains to bronze any day.''

Dean looked confused, as if getting turned away was a new experience for him and he was having a hard time processing the information. He grumbled and then scowled, swearing under his breath.

'' That's not what I meant, I told you I don't like witches…why would I sleep with one?''

'' We're in agreement then…neither one likes the other, and we'll stay out of each other's way,'' Hazel questioned on a sigh, trying not to notice the way his abs had jumped beneath her fingertips.

'' Only if you agree to stay off of my brother,'' his eyes dipped and were suddenly guarded. Hazel felt like there was something else going on in his head, and was instantly curious.

'' What are you so afraid of? I wasn't planning on corrupting him or anything, but I can't dump him off entirely…..We are lab partners, and I have to tell you he's really good, he notices things that I miss, little details, and shortcuts. I would never do anything to lose him as my lab partner. But I can't promise things won't naturally progress towards…..romance….'' Dean interrupted.

'' A spell isn't natural development,'' his eyebrows came together in a frown.

'' There's laws against working magic on someone without their consent, I told you I only do white magic……you know like Tarot readings, meditation, candle magic….I mean I've danced naked at Beltane before, in the woods with my circle…..but just to honor the night and the nature spirits…..I wouldn't even know how to hold a black mass, or whatever you called it,'' Hazel said all this in a rush for some reason she felt she needed to justify herself to him. But she seemed to have lost him on the whole naked in the woods thing, his eyes became very round…..like he was imagining it.

'' You and a bunch of chicks, just naked in the woods,'' his eyes glazed over and became very far away as he smiled this weird smile.

'' We'll sure, I mean sometimes guys come also…not all Wiccan's are female.'' Okay maybe she should steer the conversation away from naked girls in the forest, Dean was looking altogether too giddy.

'' Look Dean, '' Hazel said smacking him in the arm to get his attention.

'' I'm not a seductress, I won't force anything on Sam.''

He looked like he might believe her….but she had the feeling it took more than words to garner trust from this Winchester.

'' Just remember I'll be waiting to make sure……and I mean it, no dry humping, holding hands…anything.''

''Seems a little double standardish don't you think, when you're off humping to your heart's content, I'm not contagious you know,'' She replied looking clearly into his moss green eyes; Goddess save her from the Winchesters, she vowed silently, these boys were far too good looking, and Hazel didn't think Sam even knew it. Dean sure as hell did though.

'' It's not about him not humping…it's about protecting him from you!'' That comment stung a little. Hazel thought she was way past worrying about being judged for her beliefs, but apparently not when it came to incredibly sexy ego-maniacs.

'' Oh, that's right cuz I'm the Anti-Christ and all, well you'll have to excuse me…I've got masses to schedule and souls to sign in blood, and if you play your cards right I might just use you to pull my demonic sleigh back to hell……I've always wanted an inflated ego of my own, perhaps we could just float there,'' she batted her eyelashes and spun the dial on her bright orange locker to closed. Bending to heft her science books from where Dean had knocked them Hazel nearly choked as she felt the flat of his hand smack her jean clad ass.

Hazel straitened abruptly, jaw working its way towards anger.

'' That's for being a smart-ass,'' he replied cocky eyebrow tilted. Hazel could still feel the outline of his palm against her skin, and got the distinct impression he was just waiting for her to say something…..daring her with his eyes to make the next move- to tell on him.

'' At least I'm not a dumb-ass,'' Hazel retorted through gritted teeth.

'' and consider any deal I might have mentioned off, as far as I'm concerned you just declared war.''

'' Fine with me, go ahead and run and tell, I don't give a damn,'' Dean spat.

'' Naw, that's too easy-expect to be surprised.'' Hazel stated leaving a wondering Dean standing in the empty hall way. Hazel headed off to science class. Let him chew on that for a while, it would hopefully drive him crazy not knowing, and if he really did think she had some great mystical black art power….there were no boundaries to what his imagination would cook up.

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'' Your ass hole brother sends his regards','' Hazel stated setting her books down next to Sam's on thier station. He looked up through his shaggy hair, his coffee colored eyes coming across as hazel in the morning sun, and he smiled. How could two brothers smiles speak such different languages Hazel just wasn't sure. But Sam's was sweet and a little shy…he was adorable in a completely different way than his brother.

'' Sends his regards?'' he asked already opening the text book to the page written on the board.

'' Oh, we had a chat in the hall, he wants me to stay away from you…'' she said this trying to sound as if the words weren't as important as Dean had made them.

'' But we're Lab partners…'' Sam looked puzzled and just so his brother wouldn't get to him first Hazel told him straight out.

'' He thinks I'm out to seduce you into the darkness…or something stupid like that.'' Sam blushed crimson and stopped flipping pages in mid-turn. His jaw hardened then and she saw the determination that she'd seen in Dean earlier. Perhaps there were likenesses between them.

'' That's none of his business…shouldn't I have the say in whether I get seduced or not, besides Hazel it's not like you are some demonic succubus or anything.''

Hazel dangled the pentacle in his face so he would see what Dean had, and his look cleared.

'' But that's for protection right, you told me that the first day we met.''

'' Of course, but I don't think he believes me, he actually said the word black mass…..maybe he thinks I sacrifice babies or something.'' Hazel started laughing.

The idea was ridiculous, Hazel thought, she had never met a dark witch but thought maybe some of the more lavish stories were bull shit. She looked back towards Sam his eyes now glinting like dark shards over his tightly set mouth and felt the need to say something.

'' I'm sure he just thinks he's protecting you…..'' Hazel trailed off as Sam interrupted her.

'' He treats me like I don't even have a mind of my own, as if I wouldn't have noticed you were some dark witch…..I'm not a kid anymore, actually I'm almost taller than him now….and like he has room to talk of any romantic pursuits, he can't even be with one girl for longer than a night!''

Sam's voice was trembling a little now she'd never seen him get so upset; perhaps, she shouldn't have said anything. Hazel lay her fingers across his arm and his eyes immediately cleared at the feel of her touch.

'' Don't worry Sam I'm not going anywhere,'' she tried sending a calming energy his way through her touch, and was surprised by the depth of dark emotions just below the surface…….What would cause that much angst in someone so young? Hazel pulled back as if burnt before she knew what she was doing, and he looked up at her confused.

'' What is it?'' he asked.

Hazel suddenly wished she hadn't revealed as much about her powers to him. But he had just been so charmingly curious. Hazel couldn't seem to stop talking to him. He'd made her feel like she could tell him anything. And Sam never judged her when she talked about her natural empathy, in fact he seemed to actually believe her…..And considering no one else ever had, not even her aunt who she lived with now…..Hazel had just unburdened everything to him, it had felt relieving to have someone look at her as if he understood, the way it felt to be different and not be able to do anything about it.

'' Nothing….'' Hazel tried avoiding his eyes because she had a hard time lying to Sam.

'' It's not nothing, it looked like it hurt when you touched me…..and you've told me how you sense things sometimes when you touch people or objects…..''

'' Look this isn't really the time……how bout later, we'll talk after school.'' At first she thought he wasn't going to give but then he smiled lightly, looking shy once again. Hazel could barely make out the rims on his pupils through his rag tag hair.

'' In the same place, after school,'' he asked holding his pinky out for a promise…..no backing out of this one.

Why had Hazel let herself get so attached so quickly, she wondered, with what she'd felt about him, caring about someone who'd had that much turmoil in their life, could only lead to more turmoil. Hazel hooked her pinky through his. Her tiny one curled around it and she looked down at the joined link, it suddenly seemed to symbolize more than she wanted to admit to herself.

'' Same place,'' she repeated smiling up into his eyes despite the unease that even now rippled down her spine.