Warning: there is a lot of dramatic irony in this chapter, things get a bit heated but there's an extra twist on Fiana.

Chapter 4

"I can't believe you're a hunter!" Dean exclaimed. "Really though? You're not just shitting me?" Diana laughed and relaxed against the seat, it was good to have someone besides her sister Rose that knew about her other side. Dean looked over at the girl and caught a wry smile on her face. 'What are you doing to me?' He thought as she looked back over. "I mean that shot with the knife, how could you not be?" He paused remembering the precise grace she held, "That was fucking awesome by the way." She smiled again.

"Thanks." She opened her eyes and looked over to him and he was once again captivated in the color of them alone. He cautiously set his hand on hers and was surprised when she didn't pull away. He tightened his hand around hers and smiled.

The rest of their ride was silent but they pulled up to the motel and Dean stepped out of the Impala and laid his head gently on the roof and watched her get out. "Do you want to stick around for a movie and some beer?" He asked nervously.

Diana picked up on his apprehension and smiled a little bit but accepted the invitation none the less and took his hand again to go back to the door. Dean fumbled with his keys, anxious. She grabbed his hand and helped him put the key in the door. They turned the knob together a blush creeping upon both of their faces. Diana plopped down on his bed after pulling off her jacket. She watched Dean do the same and when he turned around he cursed, "Damn, your name should be fucking Athena! You've got enough knives to murder an army." He noted to the bulging pockets of his jacket, "Not that I'm some innocent civilian."

Diana pulled off her boots, holding back a fit of giggles and smirked as six throwing blades fell out of each shoe; Dean gave her a questioning look before she slipped them away and proceeded to unarm herself. She tugged at the small dagger sheathes on her wrists, and forced her way out of her thigh sheath, the 10-inch blade peaking out of the black leather was intricately carved and the blade took on a red-ish color that made it seem demonic in it's own sense. Dean figured that was a topic for another time. After about five minutes of her stripping her knives, she relaxed in the bed, smiling at Dean's astonishment. He grabbed two beers and sat down next to her, rolling his eyes as she popped the cap off with her thumb.

"So…" He asked nervously, wondering when he had every gotten nervous around a girl before. "Is there anything you want to watch in particular?" His hands were almost to the point of shaking and Diana smiled, and decided that the best way to get him to loosen up was to make him laugh.

"Porn." The word every guy wanted to hear from a girl. He had no idea what he was hearing from this girl. Dean gave her a very confused, almost worried look and his facial expression sent her into a fit of laughter. When she started laughing though, Dean loosened up immediately and all of his anxiety dissipated. "Surprise me." She smiled and lay back in bed. Dean felt exceedingly jaunty, her laugh was amazing and it warmed what little bit of a heart he had left. He hadn't felt or heard that kind of happiness in years and he lay back next to her, interlacing their fingers, and started channel surfing.

After flipping through the stations about ten times, Diana got tired of sitting there doing nothing and decided now was the time for another beer. She grabbed one for Dean as well and jumped back in bed, smiling as he bounced out of place. She snatched the remote and put on the Rob Zombie version of Halloween, a mystic smile creeping across her face as she took a hard sip of her beer.

"No way." Dean said in disbelief, "There's no way that you're into horror movies too." Dean was a bit scared of how alike they were but he pushed the notion away, accepting the beer. He chugged half the bottle, needing a buzz before putting his arm around her shoulders.

Diana curled into his embrace with an indifferent sigh, "It's more or less a break from what we really do. Let someone else take care of the demons every once in a while. Huh?" She asked rhetorically. He didn't really hear her because he was too obsessed over the fact that he, Dean Winchester, was cuddling. CUDDLING! He never did stuff like this; then again he'd never met someone like her before.

Dean placed his head against the headboard and watched the movie-completely relaxed. He finished his beer within five minutes of the movie, but didn't dare to move out of place. When she idly started tracing the muscles in his chest and stomach, he snuck a glance over at her. Diana looked ridiculously comfy and he didn't want to disturb her. Dean loved how comfortable they were around each other, he began to play with her hair and as the movie came to a close, he kissed the top of her head gingerly.

When she felt his breath on the crown of her head, Diana couldn't help but smile, noticing how at ease she felt with him. She choked out her next words trying to break the silence of the credits, "Uhm… Can I just say you're the first person that I've ever just cuddled with?"

Dean was completely shocked but smiled, knowing he was in the same position, "Right back at ya." He chuckled, spinning a piece of her hair between his fingers. He wondered if she was the type to go for 'quickie's' but decided that would make the whole situation awkward. That and he would never admit that to her- she was different.

Diana had a feeling that he was a little bit of a whore (like herself) but internally she laughed at her motto, "take it when you can" and leaned into his chest, absently draping her arm across his body. When she did this, Dean was shocked, but not at all in a bad way. She kept getting closer, and he honestly had no idea what to do. He decided to wrap his fingers around hers and give a light squeeze, before sliding down the bed and pulling her more onto his chest. "Do you have to leave?" He blurted out sadly, truly afraid that she would say yes.

She stuttered out that she should but got lost in his eyes much of the same way he did to her. She followed his jaw line with her index finger but stopped, knowing that if she gave his lips one glance, she would be in some real trouble when she got back. "Can you just stay here and…" He paused toying around with some words, "Cuddle… with me? Until the apocalypse?" He forced out a chuckle, but the laugh was genuine when she smiled. She looked at his lips… "Son of a bitch!" She yelled and before Dean could ask her what was wrong, she roughly pressed her lips to his and wound her hands into his chocolate hair. Dean leaned back and fell onto the pillows, shocked but he returned the kiss none the less. Daring to get more of her, he returned the gesture after pulling the hair tie out of her hair and slipping his hands into her braid. "Damn you and your perfect lips, asshole." Diana laughed as she kissed him again, softer this time. He returned the kiss, smiling as she laughed, her whole body vibrating.

"Right back at ya." She pulled away crawling on top of him but not in a seductive manner. "I honestly can't make-up my mind."

"What do you mean babe?" He let his hands trail along her sides, marveling in the distinct pattern of her oblique.

"Well…" She kissed him gently, "I have two options and I like the last two the most," She winked, "I can either go home, or stay here with you and cuddle with optional kissing and/or fucking." It took Dean a minute to reply because his imagination got the best of him.

"Oh! Uh… Well what do you want to do?"

She responded with a playful giggle, collapsing against his chest. "Aside from you, perhaps? Not much." He smiled and kissed the top of her head, tracing his hands along her spine.

"It's all your choice you know." He said, almost whimpering. God he could almost imagine how great the sex with her would be, but shunned the thought, not wanting to ruin what he had with her right now. For once in his life he decided that the sex could wait. Diana thought about it for a moment and figured that she was going to hell anyways.

Diana slowly brought her lips down to Dean's, cupping his cheeks in both hands. With a smile, he returned the embrace by wrapping one hand along her slender waist and bringing the other up into her hair where he massaged her scalp. She leaned into the kiss, tugging gently on his hair after slipping her hands into the crazy mess. "You still taste like cherry pie." She giggled, returning to his mouth with another kiss.

At the return of the kiss, Dean found himself letting out a small moan. Well that's new. He chastised internally, before pulling her into his chest. Diana felt safe for once, and decided that she wasn't letting that go. She trailed slowly down the base of his neck to the soft spot that all hunters had because of their lust for blood, though not many would admit to it. Her teeth grazed over that spot hoping to get some kind of reaction out of the hunter beneath her. His throat vibrated and she smiled, biting down a little harder but never enough to draw any blood. He leaned his head back and squeezed his hands around her tight jeans, growling at the feel of her body against his. Turned on by his response, she returned to his lips and slipped her tongue hungrily between them.

Immediately he smashed his tongue into hers, pulling her hips roughly against his body, enjoying the moan she let out a little too much. She tasted amazing and explored every inch of her mouth, a tight grip still on her ass. Tugging on his hair, she fought for dominance in his mouth though the battle was a clear stalemate. Wanting to feel more of her wonderful body, he slipped his hands up the back of her shirt, moaning as her muscles flexed with every movement. She caught his cue and slipped out of her flannel as Dean did the same. The kiss broke momentarily as she pushed his shirt over his head and pulled off her tank-top, laying back down on his chest. "You're fucking gorgeous," They muttered simultaneously, unable to keep from caressing one another. Diana traced the tattoo on his chest before returning to his lips.

They kissed for a few minutes but Diana nimbly took off his belt and slid his pants over his hips, dragging her tongue from one to the other and giving a slight blast of cold air over them, enjoying how he shivered. Tired of being teased, Dean flipped the small little girl over and kissed her neck passionately while working off her jeans and belt.

He teased his tongue down her chest between her breasts and kissed the toned and visible muscles in her stomach from training. He smiled as he pressed back up her body and slid his tongue back between her lips. She wrapped her legs around his chest and rolled the two of them over and sat on his chest, laughing. "You're somethin' else cutie." He joked with a wry smile across his lips. "And damn if you're not stronger then you look."

"Well, why wouldn't I be?" She toyed, tying his hands above his head with her belt. Then standing up and curling into one of the armchairs across the room. Dean watched her, a bit nervous as she pulled a knife out of her shoe and idly played with it. The first thought that came to his head was that she was into torture but she shook her head as if upset with herself. "I'm not going to torture you, sweet. It's just the last person that I let sleep next to me tried to kill me." She threw the knife with deadly accuracy and buried herself in her arms.

The belt was cut between his wrists and he fell back down to the bed with a thump. Sensing that she was distraught, he walked over and put a hand on her shoulder and she shrugged it away. "That's not in your best interest Dean…" She whispered.

"Why babe?" He leaned in, planting a kiss on her cheek, "Are you alr-" She cut him off by looking up at him, the black eyes of a demon meeting him. "What in the fuck is going on?" He took a step back. "For Christ's sake. I kill sons of bitches like you on a daily fucking basis and now I'm sleeping with a fucking demon. Wonderful." He cursed walking away heading towards his guns. "This is not how I wanted my night to go."

"Dean!" She yelled pinning him down on the bed. "Please don't over react…"

"Over react? OVER REACT?! Excuse me? Demon?" he was freaking out a bit now. "How the fuck am I supposed to stay calm?"

"Don't do something that you'll regret."

"You're a demon! Why in the fuck would I regret killing you?" He realized how harsh his words sounded.

"It's still me." She said with a sigh, her voice rung because she was honestly afraid to lose him, but felt a stirring in her stomach as though she already had, "I'm not entirely a demon…"

"Not all demon? How does that work exactly?" Dean looked up at her for the first time and saw that she was probably as scared as he was, "Hey…" He cupped her cheek, "Relax, Diana. Just get rid of the eyes please, they're creepy as hell. Just, can you explain what the fuck is going on?"

"It's a natural response…" She paused, touching his hand, "Ever since I can remember, if I've felt threatened, I've gotten an overwhelming sense of cockiness and it's never failed to get me out of trouble.

He looked surprised, "Why do you feel threatened babe? I could never hurt you." Dean felt odd saying this to demon but pulled her face down and kissed her forehead softly. "Promise." She melted into his embrace, barely hearing him murmur, "Feel better?" Her thoughts immediately flew to Castiel, wherever he may be and she got up from the chair and quickly slipped back into her clothes, leaving Dean speechless.