Back with another chapter y'all! This one was quite difficult for me to write considering this is in Dean's POV. My characterizations of the Winchesters aren't where I'd like them right now and are nowhere near spot on so I apologize. I did have fun writing it and I hope you have fun reading it.

Let's see how the deal between Angie and Dean plays out.

And Poppy ain't mine. She's Melanie-Bakers. Check her page out suckahs!

Melanie-Baker: Lol. If you want to write a Poppy story I say go for it. I'd read it. And I'm sure everyone else would too. And I'm sad to say that the situation between Dean and Angie ends a little lackluster. Boo.

SPN Mum: I can't wait to get to the part where Angie acts naturally around each brother. Her relationship with each is going to be a lot different. I don't know who I like writing her with more. Her and Sam are just goofballs. Her and Dean got that love hate thing going on. Which one do you like more?

Nymartian: Dean just isn't the type of guy Angie would normally go for I guess. Shit, I don't know how she does it. I'd make it my duty to get Dean.

Chapter 4 - Joker & the Thief

Dean Winchester POV

. . .

It had been only a few hours since Dean had become acquainted with Angie and he'd already learned some valuable pieces of information about her. Actually, he learned a lot. But there were a few things that popped out as he eyed her sitting on the edge of the wooden desk, fiddling her thumbs.

The first was that she had great taste in snacks. Never had Dean been so excited to see the bagfuls of fattening treats Sam had brought back. Sam was typically the worst person to send on a snack run. His preferences just weren't up to his older brother's standards so it didn't come as much as a shocker to learn that Sammy wasn't even the one who picked 'em out. He owed her. Dean hadn't had an Oatmeal Cream Pie in a loooooong time. Unless you counted the Asian barmaid he picked up a week ago. She was Japanese... or was it Korean? Fuck, they were all the same to him anyway. And hella kinky.

The second was that she listened to the worst kind of music. Rap? Could you get more mainstream and idiotic?

The third was that she could pack one hell of a punch. But he didn't want to think about that. His jaw still hurt and he felt kind of bad for fighting her. She was a woman and regardless of the situation, Dean had learned to never hit a woman. Would he beat the living shit outta demon possessing a woman? He wouldn't think twice about it, but Angie was was one their side and him hurting her made him feel dirty. And not the good kind of dirty. The bad kind.

He almost wanted to give a sincere apology. Almost.

The last, and probably the most interesting detail he picked up on, was that Angie would do anything to maintain the image that she was a good hunter. He wanted to blame that on her being a little wet behind the ears but that couldn't have been it. She probably had been in the hunting business just as long and him and Sam had been. He guessed it was just because of her training and mentor. John had always taught him to not give a fuck about images and reputations. Hunters didn't need to care about what other hunters thought. That would cloud judgement and ultimately slow you down. Survival trumped opinions.

And Angie, boy did she screw up. Instead of just backing down to him, she tried to stand her ground and Dean just took complete advantage of her. She was nervous and scared and trying to find a way out of the deal she just made, Dean could tell. Every few breaths would be a bit shaky, she was playing nervously with her hands, and while she may have kept up eye contact with him, every now and then Dean could see her bite the inside of her full lips. He may have not been like Sam who could completely break down a person's body language, but he was surely getting there.

"Stop staring at me," she demanded, and the anger in her voice brought a smile to his lips.

He was going to enjoy bothering her.

"Oh don't get shy on me now. Pretty soon I'll be staring at the awesome rack of yours again. Only this time you won't have that sexy black bra on to conceal 'em." He was surprised she went as far as taking her shirt off in front of him. But he loved every second of it. Angie was the proud owner of a pair of healthy D's. Dean's favorite letter in the entire alphabet. And hers were natural too. God, almost every girl nowadays put silicone in their chest and Dean couldn't stand it. Well, it wasn't that he hated it, tits were tits and Dean loved tits, it was just that natural was better. And if they were big? Fucking pillows man. Pillows.

Angie rolled her tired eyes. It had been a long day for both of them he guessed. "No one's getting shy. I'm just sick of having to look at your ugly face."

If it was one thing Dean knew his face wasn't, it was ugly. He knew that, Angie knew that, the world knew that. "I'll make sure to fuck you from behind then."

A little vulgarity never hurt. Especially when Dean had no intentions of touching her. Not the slightest inkling. Was she cute? Yeah, she was really cute, but right now, she had traveled into Sam's territory and Dean would respect that. The way Sam talked about her after he came back from the gas station, and that weird silence everyone stood in while they were in the kitchen, Dean was pretty sure Sam wanted to hit that. And good for him. He wouldn't dare come in the way of Sam getting some. He was no cockblock. Even if Sam always was one to him, he wouldn't be so cruel.

"That's sweet of you to care." She faked a sugary tone, batting her eyelashes adoringly.

She'd have to step up her game to get under his skin.

"Just trying to make you come."

That's when a bit of the personality she'd been keeping at bay came out. She couldn't believe what he'd just said to her and her widening her cinnamon colored eyes was all the hints Dean needed. "WHAT?"

Not only could Angie not handle a bit of dirty talk, she was a goody goody. It was exactly what his brother needed. Giving a condescending little smile, Dean nodded. "I said that I'm just trying to make you comfortable. What'd you think I said?"

Dean watched as she sighed and trashed her old plans to act like a badass in front of him. The only bad ass here was him and she just realized her place.

Lifting herself from the desk, she moved over to him who didn't bother to make room for her. "Can we please not have sex?"

He laughed. That's usually the worst phrase to a guy. A real ball buster. But with Angie's sheer helplessness and how she was basically pleading to him, Dean couldn't prolong her torment. She was too sweet to go through this.

"You hit me a few good times. I think you gave me a real shiner." Jokes made everything better, and she gave a big smile before covering her mouth as she laughed. It was a laugh that made Dean's smile grow a little larger.

"I'm totally sorry about that, dude. But you know, I had to do what I had to do." Yeah, this was the girl she'd been hiding. This girl seemed like a total dork. Right up Sam's alley.

"Just wish it wasn't on me."

"Oh come on," she ran a hand through her mass of dyed blonde hair. It was too dark to be platinum and too light to be gold. Shit, what did Dean know about hair anyway. It was similar to Marilyn Monroe's. Dean would know since he'd could never get the poster of her he wanted. Probably because he never really had a bedroom to put it up in. And it was curly like hers too. Just longer. "You got me good. You see I'm the one with major splinters. Might need some Pinesol to polish my back. "

Thank God she was the type who could make fun of herself. He'd spent time with too many stuck up, up tight, women. She could be chill and joke around. Regardless of her jokes being terribly corny.

"You both alright in here or do I need to get my shotgun ready?" Ellen spoke, poking her head inside the door before fully walking in. Dean had forgotten she was coming back to check in on them and take care of Angie. Time seemed to fly by.

"Please, no more violence for tonight. We're good," Angie croaked, turning her gaze back to Dean who nodded.

"Yeah, it's like we're best friends."

"Bull." Ellen called them out on their shit. She was always a damn hard ass. Especially when it came to Dean.

"No seriously, we are. Look." Without any kind of warning or headsup, Angie threw her arms around him and pulled him into a tight hug. It somewhat shocked him how she just threw herself onto him. And he even ignored her bumping into his fresh pair of stitches to return the favor. He didn't want to be a creep, but he'd be lying to himself if he didn't take the time to feel her body in the process. She was toned from hunting obviously, but still kept that softness of a woman Dean just constantly seemed to crave. Soft and warm. A warmth that Dean found himself wanting to further press and nestle himself against. It was really fucking odd. He felt weird in her embrace. Safe? Was that the word? Of course not. Maybe. No. He just wasn't expecting it. To be hugged. Like really hugged. Not the hugs women gave him before he took them to a cheap motel and left in the middle of the night after giving a half ass lie about why he couldn't stay or after they drifted asleep, this was a genuine hug. He hadn't been hugged for no reason at all since he was a child. When his mom was still alive.

"Okay, enough with all the bullshit. Dean, get out. I've gotta patch Ang up." Ellen wanted Dean to pull away from this? That was just evil.

But he did. He forced himself off her and left without a word. Not a goodbye or anything. He just got up and left the room, entering the fully empty bar now. Well, it was empty with the exception of Sam, Poppy, and the one guy hunter that was Angie's partner. Dean didn't like that guy one bit. He was a douchebag.

"Is she alright?" both Sam and Angie's partner said in unison, eyeing each other down after noticing they'd said the same thing.

"Motherfucker she ain't your partner is she?" The guy spoke. What was his damn name? Dean didn't take the time to remember. He was rude as hell and had one hell of a chip on his shoulder.

"She's doing fine, Sam." Dean deliberately addressed Sam, knowing it would piss that guy off. Good. Dean was waiting to fight him. Dick.

The man waved him off, shoving passed him and intentionally knocking into his shoulder before heading into the back room to check on Angie. He was a punk too. He might've been gay but no man bumped into another man's shoulder to intimidate someone. That's what catty women did. Even Angie had balls and didn't do that.

"You two didn't kill each other in there did you?" Sam's took a swig on his water as Dean joined him at an isolated table away from the two girls. Dean knew what that meant. That was Sam's insecure way of asking if Dean to anything to embarrass him. Which he probably did, but would never allow Sam to know that. Didn't take much for Dean to embarrass him. It was why Sam had been so distant at college and never wanted him to show up. Dean always thought he was the cool older brother. Maybe he was wrong.

"I behaved, Sam." Dean turned to Poppy, giving her a exasperated look. "Pops, can you get me a beer please. It's one of those nights."

"Get it yourself, dick, I'm still mad at you." Poppy frowned, moving from behind the counter and heading out into the night air. Wow, Poppy was usually so sweet to him. He must've really screwed the pooch this time. No worries though. He'd give her ole' Winchester charm and they'd be back to normal in no time.

Shrugging away her rude comment, he turned back to his forlorn brother. He was giving off a pissy face and was watching the beats of water sweat slide down his glass. Yup, he knew this look all too well. Sammy was in deep thought. Deep thought about Angie.

Really, it was only half a day, he liked her that much already? God, that wasn't even possible. His brother was turning in to a wimp.

It was big brother to the rescue. "What do you want to know about her?"

"I'm not thinking about her, Dean." Sam's frown deepened and it made Dean a little sad too. He didn't want his bro feeling down.

"You've got it written all over your face. Man, you gotta let yourself feel one in a while. You're human." Especially since Jess died. Sam just hadn't been the same. He'd become hollow. Dean would never say it, and would never bring it up even if he somehow got possessed. Sam wasn't the fucking same anymore and that killed Dean. He was failing at making sure his brother was happy.

"I said I'm not thinking about her, Dean. Lay off it alright?"

Why was everyone snapping on him today? He ain't do shit to no one. "Well ain't this...what's the word? Shit... it's like when the outcome of something is the opposite of what you expected. Or like role reversals."

"Ironic," his brother helped him out, sounding like a robot. It made Dean feel like he was the biggest idiot in the world. Sam had a habit of doing that. Dean just didn't know it it was intentional or not.

Right now he wouldn't care. "Right. That. Normally it's you trying to pick away at my mind and hear me spill my feelings. And now it's me doing it to you."

"Funny," Sam said, still sounding like Mr. Roboto. What was Dean missing out on? Why was Sam so down over a girl?

He'd do anything to make it better. "She likes you."

Now that got his brother's attention. He perked his head up like a dog, now interested in what Dean had to say. "How'd you know?"

"She kind of told me." Dean lied. So what. He'd do it again if it meant making Sam happy. And it was harmless. Annnnnd, everyone already knew it was true. The two were gonna fuck. Dean just needed to give them a little push.

"Well how did she say it, Dean? Did you ask her? Did she tell you on her own? How did it happen?" Sam's words came out fast and almost jumbled together. Dean had to hold his hands up to put the brakes on Sam's freak out session.

Dammit. It was true what they said about lying. Tell one, you have to tell ten more to cover up that one.

It was time for Dean to think on his feet.

"After Angie and I got done apologizing she told me to apologize to you too. So I asked her why couldn't she do it herself and she reluctantly came out and said that it would be too awkward given everything that just happened and that she likes you."

Dean saw how Sam lit up like a fucking firework. Mission make-Sam-happy was accomplished. Now he didn't have to watch his brother mope and groan more than usual.

"But that doesn't even matter cause you know, I don't have any feelings for her or nothing. It's been a day."

Right Sam. Right. He was whipped over that blonde haired, odd skin complected girl. Was she black? Dean wanted to ask but since he was of the caucasian persuasion he didn't want to get called out as a racist. That wouldn't have been fun. She just...didn't look black.

Man... that sounded racist.

"I know that. Just wanted you to know she digs you."

"Goodnight everyone!" Angie sprang from out the back room, disposition of that of a cheerleader. Bright and rambunctious. He guessed Ellen did a really good job clearing the wood out of her. Damn that was still funny to him. "Where the hell did everyone go?" Her eyes scanned the room, taking in how only Sam and him were in there.

Dean waited for Sam to speak up. To at least say something to her. But his brother did nothing. Not a damn thing.

"Everyone left," Dean said, glaring over towards his brother. "Ain't that right, Sam."

He kicked the shit out of Sam's shin under the table to make sure he got the memo to speak up.

And Sammy took that kick like a champ. "Yup. Everyone's gone. Just us."

Angie began rocking on her heels. Dean knew what that meant. She was getting ancy and wanted Sam to make a move. COME ON SAMMY! BE A DAMN MAN!

"You know, you were right Sam. Angie does have pretty eyes."

Sam almost choked on his water and she lit up just like Sam had when Dean lied to him. If these two awkward assholes weren't gonna make a move on each other then dammit Dean would do it.

"Did he really?" She gave a great big smile. Like sunshine or some shit.

"Sammy?" Dean glanced at his brother who was recuperating from his choking session.

"Um...yeah," he said between coughs. "You're eyes are really pretty."

Her panties would be coming off tonight! Dean would see to it that they would.

She took in a breath. "And you know what, Sam, your hair is motherfuckin' awesome."

Really? His hair? Dean didn't think much of Sam's girly hair. It was his hair that was sexy. Many of girls would line up just to grab at it. But hey, a compliment was a compliment he guessed.

And Sam took the compliment like a twelve year old boy coming across his first playboy. Like a damn fool.

He was a disappointment. A disgrace.

"Time to go." Angie's partner finally came out of the back room along with Ellen, nudging Angie to follow him as he moved over to the back door. No! That wasn't supposed to happen. Not before the sex! This wasn't going according to Dean's plan!

"WAIT!" Dean damn near had to shout to get their attention. "How about we all have a meal together. On me. You know, to clear the tension."

"We don't want to break bread with you. The fuck is this, the last supper?" Fuck Angie's partner. He had an knockout coming to him soon enough.

"Trent, be cool." Angie tried soothing Trent's anger. Yeah right. Trent was just an angry guy. "Guys, we really do have to hit the road. It was great seeing you though. The both of you. Got a chance to finally meet the infamous Winchersters. Sam and Dean."

"Infamous my black ass. We outtie. Thank you so much Ellen." Trent gave Ellen an appreciative hug before heading out. Strangely enough though, Angie didn't follow him just yet. She stayed and Dean waited for her to say something.

"Raincheck on the dinner, okay, Sam."

Dean smirked. She directed that to Sam. As in her and Sam eat together. Alone. Like a date. His brother just got asked out.

"Sure thing." was Sam's response.

She pointed a finger at him. "I'm holding you to it."

"I'm a man of my word."

With a nod, she left out and gave Sam ample amounts of time to process what just happened. Yeah, Dean was sure his mind was racing. Going into overload.

"Did she just ask me out, Dean?"

"Look at my baby brother getting asked out. Pretty soon you'll be getting more girls than me." Pssh, that would never happen.

Sam shook his head, probably riding himself of those things every human should allow themselves to experience. Like lust and all that shit. "So do you want to head back to a hotel or back to Duke?"

Dean couldn't believe Sam was still willing to drive back to Duke. That was because Sam wasn't the one driving. Dean was exhausted. "I'm beat."

"Motel it is."

The two got up, and it was as if it was on cue, the sound of a very familiar car engine roared to life. Dean knew that engine. He knew that purr intimately. Inside and out. Would be able to put a blindfold on and distinguish that particular engine from out of an entire parking lots worth of cars. He fucking installed that engine. That was the sound his pride and joy, his baby made.

"Dean was that the impala?" Sam asked, obviously noting how similar the sound the car made was to their very own. That wasn't the sound a Hummer made.

"I think-"

Dean's sentence was cut off by an even louder car starting. That, was the sound a Hummer made.

In a hurried panic, Dean began patting down his worn leather jacket, checking his breast pocket for where he knew he last left the keys. They weren't fucking there anymore. He was sure they were there a second ago. What happened to...Angie. She took them. When she hugged him. She pickpocketed him and stole his keys. That's why she was acting so nice! She stole his goddamn child.

This was kidnap!

She wasn't going to get away with this.

Dean was finding her, that bitch Trent, and his impala.

He was going to rescue his baby.

He slammed his fist down hard onto the bar top, blood boiling and blood pressure rising. "Son of a BITCH!"

. . .

I looove how blind Dean is when it comes to people's feelings. He has no idea how to console anyone.

And if you all still don't really know who Angie is, that's okay because I kind of wanted it to be that way. It's who she is as a hunter. She doesn't let people in and what she wants to do versus what she does are two different things. She'll have to shed those walls.

You all probably think Trent is an unlovable asshole. I love Trent though. He's a bitch and a half.

Give me some feedback to let me know what I'm doing right, what I'm doing wrong, and what you want to see.

Until Next Time.