Cousins a Couple Times Removed

Disclaimer:

I do not own Supernatural

Timeline:

Starts at the end of the Season 5 Finale

Inspired By:

My best friend got me into Supernatural just this year. I watched it before but never enough to really get any of the big picture storyline. After watching Season 6 I was sadly unable to view Season 7 on TV (and am therefore waiting for it to become available for rent) so I began mentally taking apart the plot of Season 6 and decided it could've been done better. My best friend agrees with me so I wrote this

Pairings:

Hints/Implied/Pre-Slash Dean/Castiel (not that the pre-slash isn't practically cannon anyway)

Implied Azul/Amara

Summary:

There were some things they couldn't just stand by and allow to happen: Dean spending the year with Lisa? Hell no. A soulless Sam walking around? Not happening. Allowing Dean to blow up a dragon sword? Yeah, sure, it shouldn't be high on the list of priorities but as long as they were there, why not save that too?

Edited:

Because this gives a better look into the OCs

Chapter 1

Not a Threesome but a Trio

Dean didn't even have a chance to knock on Lisa's door before he found himself in the middle of nowhere, standing on the side of the road with the Impala. "Come on Cas!" He shouted weakly, his eyes still teary as he glanced around. The hunter sighed, running a hand through his hair as he stared at the ground. Because Castiel wasn't there. No one was. But that didn't stop him from blaming the angel. "What a dick," Dean muttered to himself before he got in the car and began to drive. As soon as he found out where he was he was going to head back to Lisa's house. It had been his brother's last wish after all.

Dean found as he traveled that he couldn't ignore it when he came across a monster. It wasn't in him to let innocent people get hurt and the more he hunted the more he wondered if he really could settle down with Lisa and Ben. Could he ignore the supernatural? Experience told him he couldn't. Eventually you'd get dragged back in. Hunters were a lot like thieves in that Ocean's Eleven movie he'd watched once. You stayed sharp or you got sloppy. In their case, becoming sloppy meant death. In either case, did he really wanna risk dragging Lisa and Ben into this? No, he decided. He didn't.

Dean had thought he was going to die when they showed up.

The nest of vampires took one look at them and actually ran.

The blue-eyed woman sighed, looked at the blonde beside her and pointed at the fleeing bloodsuckers. "Really? They're going to make me run?"

The grey-eyed woman rolled her eyes with a smile as she slapped her companion on the back, "Go get them already, would you."

She grumbled but dutifully gave chase while the blonde helped Dean up.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," he replied, looking in the direction the other woman had run. "Shouldn't we-?"

She stared at him curiously. "What?"

"I don't know, help her?" Dean finished. He was surprised to see her actually look thoughtful before he heard multiple screams of agony.

"No," she said with a calm smile. "I think she's good."

Amarilla Lalopa, as he later learned, was the blonde who had helped him up while the chick that killed all the vampires was called Azul Materis. Fake names, he'd thought until he'd seen the annoyance and embarrassment at revealing those were in fact their real names. Of course he didn't believe it until they'd actually shown him the birth certificates. There was no reason to carry a fake one of those around. It was just overkill.

"So Dean, how's life post almost-apocalypse?" Azul asked casually. When he gave her a look she added, "Hey, you think no one noticed how natural disasters suddenly stopped happening?"

"Yeah, and when Zul notices something that means it must be completely obvious to everyone else."

Her blue eyes narrowed though there was no hint of any real anger. Suddenly her bottom lip poked out and she quietly said, "I notice things."

Dean raised a brow at her for as the blonde patted her on the head the dark-haired woman winked at him… and promptly received a smack to the back of her head.

"OW!" She glared at her companion.

"So what did you two do to get those vamps running so quickly?" He asked.

The black-haired woman turned her glare on him. "Are you fucking kidding me? Do you think I enjoy chasing after everything we come across because the damn things decide to tuck their tail between their legs and run?"

He'd never admit it of course but he was actually a little intimidated. Only a little! Thank god Sam wasn't here to see him be intimidated by a girl though he did have to admit she had to be pretty fucking tough to take out the nest of vamps that had nearly killed him.

"Well, not everything," Amara pointed out.

Azul gave her a look. "Yeah, I'm not counting the stupid or insane."

"Anyway, we were wondering if we could join you." The grey-eyed woman said randomly.

Dean blinked. It was the oddest way of asking for a threesome he'd ever heard of.

"Join you in hunting things," the blue-eyed woman said, hitting him on the head with a rolled up newspaper.

Oh. "Well, I don't really know you guys…"

"We'll do a trail run. If it doesn't work out then we'll simply part ways," Azul suggested.

He shrugged. "Alright. Sounds fine to me."

Approximately 1 Year Later

Sam would've been shocked to know that Dean had quite drastically expanded his favorite music collection, learning from both Amara and Azul that while true, some bands were great and always produced quality music other bands and artists occasional made good music too.

Dean guessed it was because it couldn't be helped that the pair had rubbed off on him. They were certainly the most entertaining pair of hunters he'd ever met and both had minds that were just as dirty if not worse, but what really made them all stay together was the fact that the two women cared about innocents just as much as he did and were fiercely loyal. He remembered how one time he'd been caught off guard and was kidnapped by a changeling. While he didn't know how it happened he'd never forget how the two of them had forced the thing to lead them back to Dean maybe only half an hour after he'd waken up. He'd never seen them look more badass.

The trio had their awkward moments too. Or, well, in truth, maybe it'd just been Dean. Sometimes it was hard to tell.

Mara and Zul insisted on sharing a two bed suite whenever they settled down for the night.

After being hit with a rolled up newspaper again for thinking of a threesome again, they informed him that the money they'd been using was in fact their own.

Since they were rich there was no reason not to have a good clean room that didn't have any questionable stains. And because Dean was their hunting partner they wanted to share in the joy of the little things like that.

He asked if it wouldn't be awkward since he was a guy and that he didn't want to force them to share a bed but they'd simply laughed and replied that they always shared a bed anyway. While he'd thought that meant the two were actually together he'd never actually caught them do anything that could exclusively suggest that.

So Amara and Azul slept in the same bed, cuddled and spooned even. So one would occasional would sit on the other's lap when there were only two chairs available. So they'd stroke or brush one another's hair. So whenever they watched a movie one of them was either leaned up against the other, cuddle or put an arm around the other. So if one of them was sleepy they'd nuzzle against the other's neck. So they'd sometimes hold hands or press a kiss against the other's forehead or hair. They never did anything else and amazingly there was no sexual tension, not even when they were blatantly throwing innuendos at one another like crazy. Unbeknownst to Dean, their relationship was progressing. The two just weren't in any hurry. When they reached a point when they wanted more then they'd do more. Currently though, they were content with how things were.

And when Dean eventually got past the point of thinking of sleeping with either of them, he actually discovered he felt some sort of freedom in flirting and throwing innuendos right back at the pair, knowing nothing would ever come of it. To his surprise, he actually stopped going to bars so often to find women who'd have sex with him because they didn't seem anywhere as fulfilling or fun as being with his friends who he'd sometime during the past year, had begun to think of as family.

"So we're finally gonna meet Bobby," Azul said. Her tone suggested she wanted to do anything but be here, "This is just peachy."

Both Amara and Dean looked at her.

"What's wrong with you?" Dean asked as they stood outside Bobby's house.

"Oh, I dunno. Maybe the fact I may have holy water thrown at me or salt forced down my throat or hey, why not cut me with a silver knife!" She replied sourly.

The blonde rolled her eyes. "Geezus Zul, I'm sure he's not going to be that paranoid."

"And why would he even bother with a silver knife? That's not exactly standard," Dean added.

She glared at him, "Well, maybe I wouldn't worry about the knife if someone had seen fit to at least check in with Bobby."

"You're squeamish," the other woman said before turning to Dean. "She has a problem with people sticking anything sharp in her skin."

The blue-eyed woman turned her glare on Amara. "I am not squeamish!" She said, obviously insulted.

She snorted, "Yeah, you are."

"Here we go," Dean sighed, looking away. Sometimes those two just needed to fight.

"AM NOT!"

"Are too."

"AM NOT!" She whined loudly.

"What in the blazes is going on out here?"

All three of them looked up to see Bobby with a shotgun in his hand standing on the porch.

When he saw Dean he looked a little surprised. "Dean?"

"Hey Bobby," he said, turning to face him with a nervous smile.

The old hunter stared at him for a moment before he said, "Well, come on inside." He went back into the house.

When the three got inside they saw Bobby pouring himself a drink.

"Long time no see," Dean said in a joking tone.

Bobby glared at the boy he thought of as a son and sat down. "You couldn't have called? I thought you were dead boy."

Azul inched away from Bobby, glaring at Dean. "I told you," she hissed silently.

Amara rolled her eyes, exasperated.

"Yeah, well, I just needed some time away," Dean replied, looking serious and a little sad. "After Sammy…"

Bobby's expression softened slightly. Then he finally looked at his boy's two companions. "And who might you two be?"

"Azul," the black-haired woman said, eyeing him warily only to start pouting when her friend slapped the back of her head. "You're going to give me brain damage one of these days," she whined.

The blonde offered her hand and Bobby shook it. "Amarilla but you can just call me Amara."

"Blue and yellow?" He asked, looking at them in disbelief.

"That's what I said," Dean chuckled as they glared. "But that's really their names. Hey Zul, it coulda been worse." He paused as she looked at him. "You could've been named Negra for your hair like Amara was."

Azul sneered and flipped him the bird, making her two friends grin.

Once back on the road Amara glanced at Azul. [It's time.]

Zul nodded and disappeared, the sound of the slight flap of wings the only thing signaling her departure.

They'd waited a whole year for this and neither was entirely sure if their plan would work. After all, they might be old but they probably had nothing on Castiel's age. However, they did have the advantage of more experience in dealing with many types of people from more places than he's ever been to. Still, nothing would be for sure until they finally tested it. Monsters ran from them but this didn't tell them if it was because of their fake identity or their real one. Would it be possible that Castiel would not see either identity? Well, they'd find out soon enough.

This is my first SPN fanfiction so please, be kind. The first couple chapters will be kinda short but they'll get longer as it continues. For more info on the posting of this and anything related to this universe view my notices in my profile.

Next time

Chapter 2: Destiny Cannot be Changed

- Hey, is that a…guy I see in the front seat?- Amara's voice came over the walkie-talkie he kept on the dashboard. –Have you been hiding men in your car again?- She joked. –Is he why you swerved for a moment back there?-