DEADLY STING

"He's going to be fine. The man has the hardest head in Texas." Dean heard the echoes in his head.

He slid his eyes open with a groan to see Ellen and Sam above him. Like most high maintenance places they had their own medical staff.

"Dean, you scared the hell out of me." Sam said worriedly as Ellen left the room.

"Did I get shot?" Dean asked feeling the soreness in his chest but nothing like a gun shot, he knew exactly how those felt.

"Yeah, a paint ball filled with chopped up razors just enough to slice you but not kill you. Your jacket saved your ass from worse damage." Sam huffed.

"We have to go find the body." Dean said trying to sit up and instantly regretting it. Pain flared everywhere and not the good kind.

He noticed that it was now daylight so that would make things easier.

"What are you talking about?" Sam asked as he tried to hold Dean on the bed.

"Right before I was hit another motorcycle ran off the road. This way we'll know who did this."

"We already know." Bobby said curtly from the door. "The calling card remember." He held up the plastic case with the very much alive black widow inside of it.

Someone was taunting them and to do that to Dean was like prodding a half starved rabid grizzly bear. Your ass was getting fucked the hell up.

"FUBAR." Dean growled.

Sam stepped back because he knew once Dean got that determined look on his face it didn't matter that he had just been in a motorcycle wreck and had been saved from severe road rash only because he had slid off of the road fast and his thick leather jacket and expensive jeans had provided some adequate protection.

His hands had gotten scraped a bit and he had cut his head just at the hairline but otherwise his stubborn ass was mostly intact.

"It looks like the Widow Maker is our man." Bobby growled.

Dean sat up slowly fighting against the pain. "It's not the Widow Maker. Someone just wants us to think it is."

"Since when did you become one of the Hardy boys?"

"Right after I fucked Nancy Drew stupid." Dean snapped.

"Then amaze us with your outstanding wisdom." Bobby said crossing his arms.

"Come on Bobby you're the one that taught us that when something seems certain it's probably not. The Widow Maker wouldn't use a black widow as his symbol, that black widow is a female."

"So maybe the Widow Maker is a chick." Sam threw in his two cents.

Dean's face grew pensive. "Maybe the Black Scorpion is too. Anyway we need to go check the other motorcycle." He pushed off the bed swaying slightly.

"Whoa, whoa, Ken doll I didn't say you were good to go." Ellen stormed into the room.

"Sorry Doc but Barbie needs me to find her cat." Dean smirked.

"I'm not touching that one." She huffed.

"I find it every time she spreads her legs."

Sam moaned and walked out.

"What?" Dean asked because he thought he was hilarious.

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"Dean, Tom is going down there to check the motorcycle." Sam said trying to fight the urge to scream at his stubborn ass brother who really needed to be lying down.

"And I'm going with him because he might miss something that my better trained eyes will catch."

"Since when is seeing double considered trained eyes?"

"I'm fine Sammy." Dean said in annoyed tone.

"Sure and I'm Shakira."

"The hips don't lie bro." Dean grinned.

"Neither does a fist to the jaw."

"Now who needs to get laid?" Zane interrupted.

"You offering?" Sam asked loving to provoke the man who was the most uncomfortable talking about gay men.

"Why is everyone always asking me that?" Zane snapped.

Sam winked at him. "That ass speaks volumes."

"Fuck you Sam."

"Sounds like he's offering to me." Dean chimed in. "You're a fucking tease Zane, I thought you were after me the way you drool when I lay out by the pool."

Zane turned crimson. "I'm not drooling I just think your skin ink is artful."

"It has nothing do with all those lickable freckles?" Matt stepped up.

Dean raised an eyebrow. "Lickable?"

Matt looked up at the sky. "I meant likable."

"Sure you did whore." Michael came into the mix.

"Jealous is not your color." Matt staged whispered.

"Why do I put up with you dick heads?" Zane muttered.

"There he goes again thinking about dick." Matt winked at him.

"You wish twinkle toes." Zane hissed and walked away.

Michael laughed. "The boy is so gay I bet his favorite song is Over the Rainbow."

"He'll come into his skin eventually. I fought it for years too." Matt sighed.

"Then you met me."

"Actually then I met Dean but he's brain washed by pussy so I was SOL."

Dean grinned huge. "They all love me first. Right Morgan?" Dean yelled at one of the other guards.

"Whatever you say boss." Morgan yelled back with no clue what he had just agreed to.

Sam doubled over in laughter.

"You ready boss?" Tom asked as he looked down the ravine.

"Yeah let's get this over with." Dean said grabbing the rope that Tom offered him and got into place.

They both went down together and Sam followed just so that he could keep an eye on Dean because he knew his brother. He could tell that Dean felt like shit but was not going to admit it even if Sam pulled every finger nail out one by one. Hell he might actually enjoy it.

They walked around the area trying to find the rider but found nothing.

"Looks as if he made it." Sam said.

"Or somebody came to get rid of the body." Dean grumbled. He was still trying to figure out how everything had happened.

Dean stared down at the motorcycle which was pretty much totaled and he played the scene in his mind. Even though it had been night time he had still been close enough to the other rider to notice some details and Bobby had trained them long ago to pick up on things most others would miss.

"Something isn't adding up." He muttered to himself. His brain still a bit frazzled.

Tom leaned in to pull back the back compartment.

"Don't touch anything!" Dean yelled but it was too late, the compartment door hit the grass a sudden hiss of smoke and red numbers appeared like on a digital clock, counting down superfast.

Dean shoved Sam as hard as he could making him tumble further down the ravine and out of range of the blast. He then jumped on Tom and as they hit the ground he rolled with him just as the motorcycle exploded.

Dean had managed to get them mostly clear but pieces of motorcycle still hit him and Tom. They lay still trying to catch their breath and get the ringing in their ears to die down.

Sam was yelling his head off unable to see his brother and Dean wanted to answer him but didn't feel like yelling, he had a feeling it would hurt more than a little.

"Sorry boss." Tom said sheepishly looking into Dean's eyes because Dean was pressed right on top of him.

"You better be fucking glad I like you." Dean mumbled as he moved to sit up.

"Whoa there boss watch the knee." Tom squealed.

"I'd be doing the world a favor if I crushed all your chances to procreate."

They were suddenly surrounded by the rest of the team that was there.

"What the fuck was that?" Zane yelled dropping to his knees in front of a kneeling Dean and took his face and checked his eyes and then ran his hands over his arms checking for wounds.

Dean smiled at him goofily. "Dude, when did you get a medical license?"

"I was a paramedic before I joined this circus remember?"

"Sure he was." Matt mumbled. "A very touchy feely one."

"Matt check on Tom ok?" Zane asked as nicely as he could.

Matt turned to Tom who was now standing. "How many of me do you see?"

"One too many." Tom said a little too loudly.

"I think his hearing is off."

Dean shook his head trying to clear it as he stood up and the wall of Sam suddenly loomed before him.

"I guess I'm supposed to be grateful that you shoved me down a ravine to not be blown up?" Sam said his tone just slightly past murderous.

"Look Sammy I didn't exactly have time to plan out a strategy so I went with the knee jerk reaction. Save baby brother and then the idiot that activated the bomb."

"Where was saving you in that equation?" Sam asked crossing his arms bracing for Dean's metamorphosis into a green hulking thing.

The other's milled around waiting for the bomb of Dean to go off this time, ready to pull the two raging bulls apart.

There was a shocked silence when instead all that came from Dean was. "Sorry Sammy."

Sam instantly dropped his defenses and grabbed Dean's face much like Zane had. "Dean, look at me."

Dean stared up at Sam with a slight huff, his eyes glassy.

The other guards scrambled trying to figure out what they should do. Dean saying he was sorry was a sure sign that he wasn't well at all.

Michael and Matt were both trying to call Ellen at the same time thinking Dean was having an aneurism or worse.

Dean squinted his eyes concentrating hard on his brother. "Sam you have such pretty eyes."

"Come on Dean we need to get you back up top." Sam said gently, all anger gone for the time being.

"Ok Sammy."

Every word that came out of his mouth made everyone else terrified.

"Oh fuck this is all my fault." Tom paced back and forth.

"Calm down kid before you…." Michael began.

Tom was throwing up in the next moment.

"Yeah that." Michael finished with a disgusted look on his face.

"Hey is he ok?" Dean asked trying to turn back around.

"He's fine Dean, Mikey is taking care of him. We are going to take care of Dean."

Dean nodded and walked forward. "Mikey is nice."

Back on the road Dean stumbled a bit. "My head hurts."

"I know but can you stay with me just a bit longer?" Sam encouraged leading him slowly back toward the gate.

Zane had already ran ahead to get everyone prepared.

"Can I see Tiff again?" Dean smiled wistfully.

"Sure Dean whatever you want." Sam said cheerfully out loud but to himself he was in a dead panic. He'd heard and read about the stories where people received head injuries and seemed absolutely normal only to drop dead or not wake up from their sleep days later.

Dean not being Dean was fucking terrifying.

Dean stopped half way. "Sammy?"

"Yeah Dean."

"My arms tingle." He sighed.

"We're almost there bro." Sam prodded. For like the third time in minutes Sam's heart skipped.

"Sorry Sammy." Dean whispered. He hit his knees, Sam crashed down with him to keep him up. Dean's head lolled back as his eyes did the same and all hell broke loose.

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"I'm fine." Dean snapped at Ellen as he stubbornly yanked the IV free for the second time. "I just hit my head."

"Twice in less than a day Rambo, you have a concussion which is a pretty damn serious thing since your fucking brain is already scrambled."

"You can't talk to me like that. She can't talk to me like that." He turned Sam.

"Hey I'm on her side." Sam growled glad that his brother was at least conscious and half way back to normal.

"You would be." Dean growled back. He knew they were right, his head felt like it was going to blow and if he saw anything that resembled food he would spew, but to admit any of that was so not him.

"Look, I get that you're worried about me but….." His words cut short as James Novak strode into the room his blue eyes boring into Dean.

"As your boss I'm telling you that you are as of this moment on sick leave for fourteen days I repeat fourteen days no ifs ands or buts, do I make myself clear?"

Dean glared back at him. There wasn't anyone left in the world that he knew of anyway that could intimidate him, not even Jimmy Novak.

"I'm not trying to alpha your domain Dean I'm worried about you just like everyone else and with this new threat I need you at a hundred and fifty percent."

Dean sighed and looked away. "That's why I need to get things rolling to be prepared for when this guy strikes."

"He's not going to strike anytime in the two weeks that you will be off. I did my homework. This assassin leaves his calling card which is never the same and then doesn't do a thing for months. He strikes when everyone is sure that they are safe."

"How can you be so sure that is the same assassin since no one has seen him?"

"Do you think I got to be where I am by being careless?"

Dean met his eyes again. "Fine but after five days I'm not going to be in bed unless someone is there with me and I'm going to be in my own apartment."

"I'm sure Matt won't mind keeping you company or Zane." Novak smiled knowing how everyone picked on the young man about his homophobia and that he was presently standing outside the door.

Dean couldn't help but smile. "Zane is single."

A rather frazzled 'fuck' drifted into the room.

They all laughed.

"Ok your apartment is fine but Ellen will be checking on you for the next couple of days and since you have a concussion I assume it will be Sam waking you every few hours."

"Can't it be someone with bigger breasts?"

"We want you better Dean not dying during sex." Novak huffed.

Dean grinned at Ellen and Sam, he may not have won the battle but he hadn't lost it either.

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Dean rolled over on his bed unable to sleep. He had been in bed or on the sofa for five days and had had no complications.

He was eating fine, had woken up fine every time nurse maid Sam came calling.

All in all he was being a good boy. He deserved a treat. He sighed loudly as he rolled again getting ready for a marathon hand job.

His phone sounded then and he picked up to look at the caller ID.

"Tiffany?" He answered.

"Hey Dean, being that you were my best customer and all I thought I would let you know that I'm leaving town for good. My mom got sick and I'm going home to take care of her in Oregon."

Dean nearly groaned out loud. It had taken a long time to find her.

"But I have some good news. I found you a replacement. She's not really a hooker but she needs some money fast and I told her about you and I mean everything about you and she thinks that she can handle you. You can check her out yourself. She's taking over my apartment. You interested?"

"Does a cat meow?" Dean said hoping that this new girl was able to handle his needs.

"Just go by my apartment and introduce yourself. I told her you would pay her what you pay me if that's ok?"

"If she can take me she'll get that much just like you." Dean huffed.

"I'm kind of going to miss you." Tiffany said softly.

"Have a good life Tiff you were the best." Dean replied.

"Thanks Dean and maybe someday we can meet up for old times' sake."

"It's a date." Dean said.

He hung up the phone and stared at the ceiling.

Sam walked in then without bothering to knock.

"I need to go see Tiffany." Dean said without looking at his brother. He didn't feel like telling him everything until he figured out how things were going to go with the new girl.

Sam sighed. "Ok fine but take you're truck not the motorcycle."

"Yes mother." Dean grinned jumping from his bed fully naked to get dressed.

"Damn it Dean." Sam griped as he left the room.

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Dean hadn't felt nervous about meeting anyone in years. He hadn't realized just how long Tiffany had been part of his schedule until now.

Of course he'd had his many one night stands where the woman practically slammed the doors in his face because they could barely stand. Looks and hot body only got you so far.

So he had taken a shower and put on his best jeans and blue dress shirt untucked and sleeves rolled up, topping it off with his leather jacket.

"Here goes nothing." He muttered as he rang the doorbell

He was not prepared for who opened the door and he stood kind of dumbstruck for a second or two. Then he looked at the number on the door to make sure that he had gotten the right apartment.

"You must be Dean." The raven haired blue eyed beauty said.

Dean's heart was galloping in his chest. She was beautiful way too beautiful to be turning tricks.

Yet as his eyes roamed over her body in the very tight, had to be sprayed painted on jeans and backless top that showed off beautifully tanned skin with a few tatts and he was praying in his head that he would be so lucky to be fucking that ass that just grabbed your attention no matter how hard you tried to turn away.

Not that Dean was trying to turn away. "I'm Dean and you're…?"

She smiled at him and he felt a full body shudder travel through him.

"Arandi." She replied.

He swore he saw a flicker of regret pass over her face and he figured that she had given him her real name unintentionally. "You don't look so sure about this." He passed the doorway to get into the apartment which had been completely redone.

"I'm sure. I really need some money fast and Tiffany said you paid well."

"I'm sure with your looks you could make millions as a model." Dean said turning to look in her eyes.

Even in the overly sexy jeweled stilettos that she wore she still only came to mouth level to him. Which he found so fucking hot. "Have you ever done this before? I mean had sex for money?"

She shook her head slowly biting her lower lip another thing Dean found unbearably hot.

"Look, I appreciate the offer and all and I hope that I don't sound conceited but baby doll I would break you in half."

The sweetness that he had initially seen in her eyes vanished replaced by cold piercing blue.

"You make the same mistake so many others do by judging me by how I look."

Before Dean could reply he found himself grunting with surprise and Arandi had him shoved into the wall rattling it. She had his jewels in a vice grip and he was fucking hard with what should have been painful but fuck it felt good and his eyes darkened.

She wanted Dean Winchester she was going to get Dean Winchester.

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Mr. Yatu had been keeping her busy lately with kills and she had been successful at every one of them and still no one had a clue as to who she was.

The news of the assassin spread fast once she had many flawless kills but everyone assumed she was a man. At first it bothered her but then she realized that she could use that to her advantage.

No one suspected the stunning beauty to be deadly. The world assumed beauty meant everything else but cold blooded death.

In the years that had passed Mr. Yatu had changed a lot wanting as he got older to get rid of the younger powerful people before they got to him. At first it had only been in Japan and now it was in America.

He wanted to rid the world of anyone that showed any chance of taking what was his.

Arandi only did what she was told. She got paid well and got to see the world and do whatever her heart desired. She had a good life. Lonely sometimes but good.

It was impossibly easy to kill these people who didn't see her as a threat and she enjoyed the cat and mouse game. She would set them up and then pounce when they let their guard down.

Into every crime lords home that she had gotten into so far they thought they had the best security. To her it was laughable she had no problems until Mr. Yatu sent her after James Novak.

She did her usual test to see the reaction time of the security team to something unexpected and had in the process come across the very impressive Dean Winchester.

Men didn't usually make her mouth water it was always the other way around.

He was smart, gorgeous, and well trained at his job and had his team trained well but the worst part was that they all got along and cared about one another. She found that was the hardest kind of security to get by. When there were rifts she could use them to her advantage but this, this had been a whole new song and dance so she had to go at a different way. Straight to the source.

Dean Winchester himself. She had been keeping an eye on the Novak estate for days and he was always on alert and his team ready at the drop of a dime. They were damn good but nobody could outdo her.

She followed him to his little adventure with Tiffany and in moments had her plans in motion. While she had been tempted to stay and listen to more of the gorgeous sounds the man made when he was going at it hot and heavy she left to set up her part at the estate gates while Nori did her thing and waited for Dean to leave on his motorcycle.

Nori confronted Tiffany told her that if she wanted to be able to live out her retirement still breathing she needed to follow everything she was told. Tiffany had complied although she didn't seem too thrilled about betraying her 'john.'

She didn't want to die though and Dean's life was always in danger anyway.

She agreed and Nori had gotten on her own motorcycle and raced after Dean. She knew that Dean would assume her dead when the motorcycle went off the road. He had no clue that Nori and Arandi were incredible acrobats and as her cycle crashed into the ravine she had flipped away without a scratch.

The rest was up to Arandi from that point and Nori's involvement was done.

Arandi perched high up in a tree unnoticed and waited for Dean to make the turn to the gate of the estate and with practiced skill she took the chest shot just as Dean dove to try to avoid it.

She didn't want to kill him, she just wanted to see how his team worked and how fast he got back on his feet.

She had watched with interest as the team went berserk looking for the danger everywhere but where she was. No one could be up that high on a tree was their worst and wrong assumption.

She couldn't get enough of the way his team surrounded the unconscious man making sure nothing else happened to him. The one tall guy was worried like none other so he had to be related. The younger guy too with hair like hers and a different kind of blue eyes seemed extra worried too. A crush she thought.

But Dean Winchester was all man and she had that planned. She just had to have a taste of that tall drink of water to calm her thirst.

His team surrounded the property while Dean was taken away with the tall guy and two huge guards and the young man who she heard being referred to as Zane.

Even in unconsciousness Dean was divine. She could hardly wait to pull sounds out of him herself that was if the bomb didn't get him or one of his team.

She had been watching then too but Dean cared as much for the tall guy as the other way around so they had to be brothers and Dean had put himself on the other guard taking another hit even though he was already hurt. Arandi wasn't sure why she found that so utterly hot.

She had felt surprise at the twinge of regret she felt when she had seen Dean go down a second time and hoped that he hadn't been hurt too badly.

Tiffany was told to wait five days before she made the call to Dean. So that Arandi had time to redress the apartment to her liking and she decided not to kill the hooker, instead having money given to her after she made the call and left for good. Retirement had come early for Tiffany Bell.

Arandi wasn't very surprised that Dean arrived at her door shortly after the call and fuck if he wasn't even hotter up close.

She did her little flirting but even with sex on the brain Dean was ever watchful and she guessed that she gave him her real name because she hadn't heard it in so long and really when she was grounding orgasms out of him she wanted to hear her real name moaned from those gorgeous lips.

Like most men they saw her as a dainty little flower that needed to be protected. As usual she had to show just how well she could take care of herself and take whatever Dean thought she couldn't handle.

He had no idea half the shit she had had to endure in her life to get to where she was.

Rough sex wasn't exactly the things nightmares were made of in her book.

She loved the way his face changed when hers did from innocent 'I need money please' to 'fuck you I'm not weak.'

She had him literally by the gonads, being manhandled by a woman probably added to long list of kinks.

She wanted Dean Winchester then she was about to meet the real deal.

TBC

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