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2004 – June

South Dakota – Sioux Falls

Bobby answered the door to a grinning Dean Winchester. "I'm cool to drop by right?"

The older man let a single chuckle loose. "You're welcome anytime Son. Where's your Dad at anyhow?"

Dean stepped into the house and closed the door behind him. "Uh, some hunt down in South Carolina. I don't know, the old man doesn't really tell me much."

"Surprise surprise."

He tried to ignore Bobby's tone and simply stuffed his hands into his pockets. "You've been letting Charlotte hunt?"

The man turned his eyes to Dean with a frown, "So?"

"Nothing," he held his hands up, "I just thought you would be against it."

Bobby shook his head and grabbed two beers from the fridge. "I'm not stopping her, I can't stop her, even if I tried. Hell she's bent on killing every ugly thing on this planet. The least I can do is prepare her for anything."

Dean took the offered beer and twisted the cap off. "Can't argue with that." He took a sip and settled himself against the frame of the kitchen door. "What've I missed then?"

"If you're looking for Charlotte she's on a breakdown repair trip. Probably be back in the hour." The younger man opened his mouth to speak but Bobby only pulled a face. "I'm not an idiot Dean. I know there's something going on between the pair of you." He straightened his back and stood away from the frame. "And I don't care on the condition that neither of you come crying to me about it."

Now Dean was frowning. "Why would we be crying?"

Bobby looked at him as if he'd said the worst thing in the world. "Neither of you can keep your eyes to yourselves, don't play dumb with me boy, she's just as bad as you. But I don't want neither of you crying over the other. Especially not to me."

"Look, Bobby, we're not going to be crying, ever, about the other. Trust me."

The older man just looked at Dean for several seconds before a phone rang to break the conversation. "And if you do hurt her boy." He left it open as he grabbed the phone labelled FBI.

Dean frowned at the man for three more seconds before he turned and ambled into the living room. Bobby had gotten rid of his TV and the only thing Dean had to pass the time were books on the supernatural. He glared at the books. They had never really been his thing. As Bobby talked away on the phone Dean busied himself with looking over the spines of a pile of books, eyes idly glimpsing over the titles.

He was halfway through the second pile of books when he heard a truck pulling up around the back of the house. Dean passed a glance with Bobby before he took himself and his beer out back. Charlotte was turning the engine off in the tow truck when he got outside and Dean passed his eyes over the car she'd towed back. "What's wrong with it?"

"A whole lot of crap. The last time the guy had it serviced was over two years ago. Distributor's busted and the crank shafts all jammed up."

"You need a hand?"

She turned one raised brow over at him. "Since when did you want to help?"

Dean shrugged with a lop sided smirk. "I just thought it'd be nice of me to offer."

Charlotte waved him off as she lowered the car from the back of the tow truck onto the ground. "I'll be fine. What are you doing here anyway, I thought you were in Indiana on R&R?"

"I got bored." He watched as the car hit the ground with a gentle thud. "Hey erm, did, did you tell Bobby?"

She turned a curious expression over to him. "Did I tell him what?"

"You know," he said. When she only offered him a blank expression he sighed, "About us?"

"Dean, there isn't really an 'us' to tell him about."

"Yeah no I know that, it's just that he made a comment."

Now she was frowning as she unbuckled the car from the truck. "What kind of comment?"

"About us not going crying to him." She frowned at him again and shook her head with a shrug. "About each other. I don't know."

"Right," Charlotte said.

Bobby appeared at the back door and both children turned to look at him. "Listen kids, I gotta run to Arkansas. Charlotte you know what to do with the phones and if anybody asks for help tell 'em you'll call them back-"

"And consult you or the books." Charlotte said. "I know the rules." She jumped up to the back porch and followed Bobby back into the house. "How long are you going for?"

"Depends on the situation. No more than a few days though."

"Alright, well there's food in the fridge, I've got money so you don't need to worry okay?"

Bobby smiled warmly and he nodded. "I'll go pack my bags."

Twenty minutes later and Bobby was packed and out of the door with last minute instructions and warnings to the pair of them. Once the door was closed Dean turned to Charlotte with wriggling brows and a smirk that had her rolling her eyes and moving towards the desk in the living room. "Head out of the gutter Dean."

"You're telling me that you're not thinking the same thing? We're alone, for several days, alone, in a house, with nobody to check up on us."

There was a smirk that curled the corner of her lips and she peered up at him. Then a phone rang and her eyes travelled to the series of phones behind him. With a sigh she moved around the desk and past him, "Can you do me a favour and start work on the car? Please?"

He seemed to sigh and even shake his head before he grabbed another beer, let his jacket hang on the back of the chair in the kitchen and made his way back outside. "You owe me for this!"

"Yeah, yeah," she muttered as she followed him out with her eyes on his ass. Her mouth curled and she angled her head to try to follow it out of the door and around the corner. On the phone was a hunter asking for Bobby, "He's away for a short while. Tell me your problem and I'll try to answer it for you."

The guy seemed to sigh at the hiccup in his plans and she glared into the receiver. Some people were unwilling to give others a chance. The guy seemed to utter something about a possible zombie. She narrowed her eyes at the phone. "Zombie? Seriously? That's what you've come up with? Okay," she sighed and ran a hand over her face. Zombies weren't a thing. "Is it assaulting the same group of friends or family?"

"Yeah."

"And it's too solid a mass to be a ghost?"

"Yeah."

"Revenant. Silver works on them."

"You sure?"

She sighed and glared at the fridge. Some people. "Yes." And she hung up. The phone started again and she tilted her head back. The one phone that every hunter called for help was the one phone they were calling at the same time. "Hello?"

"Charlotte? It's Harry."

"Oh hey Harry."

"Bobby's out I take it."

She smiled. Harry was one of the few hunters who didn't judge her for a, being a woman, b, young and inexperienced compared to some of the others and c, for being her. He was one of the few hunters she could have a conversation with. "Yeah, he won't be back for a few days."

"Alright, well can you do me a favour and look up lore about pituitary glands and claws for me?"

"Sure, what's the number I'm calling back?" She wrote it down and Harry thanked her, wished her well and hung up. Then she turned to the room full of books and sighed. There were a couple of titles already in her mind. There were several that she'd already crossed off in her mind and she jumped straight to researching.

Twenty books in and she was no closer to finding out what snacked on pituitary glands and had claws. With a sigh she closed the book and leaned back in the chair, eyes closed. Just a small break she thought and she slumped into the seat.

She heard Dean but didn't want to avoid her rest. "I thought I'd been working hard," he muttered.

Charlotte smirked and tilted her head forward to look at him, "Yeah well some us don't mind research."

He rolled his eyes and grabbed two beers from the fridge. As he stepped across the room he opened both and stretched one out to her. "What are you looking for anyway?"

She took a drag of the cold liquid and leaned forward. "Pituitary glands and claws."

Dean frowned. "Pituitary glands?"

"Yeah."

"That sounds like a Kitsune. They're rare but one strike to the heart and they're dead." She stared at him for several seconds before he frowned. "What?"

"Did you have to research that or did your Dad do that?"

She was already grabbing the phone to call Harry back. "Pfft," Dean said, "Does it matter? Oh, fox eyes. Literally, they show fox eyes when facing a hunter. But they appear human so."

She nodded and stepped around the desk, "Hey Harry, I got your answer for you."

"Thank you Dean, greatly appreciated Dean," he muttered. Then he felt a hand slap his ass and he turned, brows raised to a smirking Charlotte. He smirked back and she made a 'come hither' gesture with her fingers. He followed.

She finished on the phone, sat it back in its place and turned her eyes onto him. She leaned back against the counter and the way her body pushed itself in his direction had him looking. Her hands grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him flush against her, fingers lacing themselves through his hair. The beer in his hand found the kitchen counter and he settled his hands against her waist. Her eyes searched his face and they dropped to his mouth, Dean found his own pair of green eyes on her mouth and his body inched just that much closer that had heat rushing between them. "For the record," he said as he angled his head against hers. "You started this one."

Her mouth pulled back the corner of her bottom lip in a smirk that had lustful eyes capturing his. "Yeah," she managed before her mouth was forced against his. Fingers pulled hard on his hair, dragging his mouth away so that she could find his neck and lay hot touches across it. She found the sensitive spot of his neck and forced enough pressure on it to make his breath hitch just that little bit and his body twitch in response.

She grinned and Dean used one hand, caught in the tendrils at the back of her hair, to pull her face back up so that he could delve deep with his tongue. As he pressed himself against her, the hand on her waist tightening its grip, she let a small moan go and Dean smirked.

As his fingers teased the skin just about her jeans she placed both hands against his chest and pushed him away enough to look up at him. He frowned. "What?"

She simply looked at him for several seconds, eyes furrowed ever so slightly before she shook her head. Lust was taking over. "Nothing." Their mouths were back on each other and the kisses were rough. They became needy as they worked each other's pants down. Dean almost lost it in the time it took to wrap up before he pushed himself inside of her.

Charlotte gasped and he smirked. She went for a glare, but his gentle thrusts were very distracting. Fingers curled against his shoulders, nails biting into flesh as he pushed against her. His hands were on her hip and waist, holding her tight against him with enough force to bruise It was quick, sharp and deep thrusts that had her gasping against him and as soon as she hit her end he finished, ignoring the pain of her nails in his shoulders. He rode it out, arms curling themselves around her as his body relaxed.

They unravelled themselves from each other, cleaned up and couldn't help the grins they wore as they went outside to work on the car.

An hour later the car was delivered back to the customer and Dean and Charlotte were in her room, clothes thrown across the floor and arms slung across the other in careless fashion.