Kaitlyn

It didn't take me long to get to my spot next to the brook. If I want to contact the sirens I need to make sure that I'm near water. I hope I can still do this. It's been a very long time since I've contacted the sirens. I sit by the brook on my knees and place both my palms on the surface of the water. I take a deep breath and concentrate all my energy on contacting the one siren I know will be able to answer all my questions. I stay like this for a good five minutes before I finally hear the voice I've been waiting for.

"Why hello there, Kaitlyn. It's been a long time." I look up and see the water form of Natalya, the Queen of the Sirens. I immediately bow to her on my hands and knees.

"It's good to see you again, my queen," I tell her.

"Well, it's nice to know that you haven't become uncivilized while living among the humans. You still know how to properly greet me."

"Of course, my queen."

"Well then, what may I do for you, Kaitlyn?"

"My Queen, I have recently heard that the sirens are coming after me and in doing so they have killed many wolves."

"We haven't killed anybody, Kaitlyn. We are merely gathering souls." She seems so cold, so unattached to the horrors the sirens were inflicting. This isn't the Natalya I know. She was always so kind to me when I was living in the Realm of Sirens. Hell, she raised me when my mother and father abandoned me. I look up at her, remaining on my hands and knees.

"But why? If you needed me to come home, you could have contacted me." Natalya laughs coldly. What the hell is going on?

"Kaitlyn, we don't want you home just yet." I look at her confused.

"Then why go through all this?"

"I suppose I can tell you considering that there is nothing you can do to prevent what is going to happen," she starts. "The wolves may or may not have told you this, Kaitlyn, but we sirens have powers beyond nature. The one that comes in handy the most is the ability to foresee the future. When you were born, the Queen before me had a vision, which is why you weren't killed on sight like your mother and father were." Killed? My parents were killed? Natalya had always told me that my parents abandoned me. What else in my life has been a lie? "You are essential to accomplishing what our ancestors could not do centuries ago: total eradication of the werewolf species." She can't be serious.

"I don't understand!"

"Of course not, but don't worry I didn't expect you to. You see Kaitlyn, within you in are both the siren and werewolf gene. Both are needed in a very powerful and ancient spell that can be used to wipe out either species, but the spell only works when these two genes are carried by one form: YOUR form."

"You can't be serious! You can't destroy all werewolves! Who would protect the humans?" I'm standing up now. I'm completely flabbergasted and outraged! How could Natalya use me and lie to me like this after all these years?!

"They do a crappy job of that anyway. Werewolves are an abomination. An unforgiveable sin on this Earth. I can't have them doing whatever they like without consequence." She seems so angry, so full of hate and disgust. What could have possibly happened to her that she hates wolves so much?

"I am NOT going to help you."

"Oh, it's cute how you think you have a choice. I am a master of black magic, Kaitlyn. I can make you do things you never thought you'd do." I'm starting to get nervous. I need to end this conversation now. I close my eyes and imagine her gone. That's usually how sirens would end these types of conversations, but when I open my eyes, she's still there. "Trying to get rid of me," Natalya asks, taking a step forward. It's only then that I realize she isn't just an image anymore. She's actually in front of me. "That's adorable, Kaitlyn. It really is." She walks around me, circling me. I stand in my spot completely frozen. I can't seem to get myself to move.

"Natalya, please don't make me." I'm crying now. I can't stop the tears from running down my face. I just want this to be some horrible nightmare. I want to wake up so badly.

"I would say that I'm sorry, but I'm not. This is for the greater good, my child. You're going to help us whether you like it or not. However, before you cando that, I'm going to have to activate your werewolf gene."

"What do you mean?" She smiles at me and then disappears. I look around me, but I don't see any sign of her. I start to hyperventilate as I continue to search for her. I'm becoming frantic and paranoid when suddenly I feel a hand on my shoulder. I scream loudly and jump away from the touch.

"Kaitlyn, calm down! It's only me." I turn around to find Dean. I start crying again harder than before and jump into his arms. He holds me tightly and gently caresses my back. "I saw and heard the whole thing. Don't worry, okay? We'll make sure the sirens don't succeed, and you'll stay safe." I stop sobbing and just bury my face in his chest. I want to believe him so badly, but Natalya's words are still ringing in my head.

An instant later, I feel strange. "Dean," I whisper weakly. "Something's… something's wrong." Dean steps back and looks at me. I double over in pain and fall to the ground. Dean hovers over me, not sure what to do.

"Kaitlyn, what's going on?! Kaitlyn!" His voice is begins to fade away, as my mind is slowly going black. Just before I go unconscious I see a vision of Natalya.

"I'll be borrowing your body for a while, Kaitlyn. You won't need it for the next few hours."

Dean

Kaitlyn has completely blacked out. I don't understand what happened. She was physically okay, one minute, and then she faints the next.

"Kaitlyn! Kaitlyn!" I cry her name several times and shake her slightly trying to wake her up. "Kaitlyn, come on, wake up!" She stirs and opens her eyes. I take a deep breath and begin to relax. "Kaitlyn, you scared me. What happened?" She looks at me and then gets to her feet. I stand up as well. "Kaitlyn?" She looks at me queerly, as if she's contemplating something, but then I notice something different about her. Her scent is… off. As though it's being masked by another scent. That can only mean one thing. "You're not Kaitlyn, are you?"

"Very good, Dean. I guess not all wolves are idiots." A sinister smile spreads across her face as she puts some space between us.

"What did you do with Kaitlyn?"

"I'm a little surprised you're asking that as opposed to who I am." She crosses her arms and walks around.

"From the conversation I heard earlier, I'm guessing your Natalya, but who you are isn't my concern right now. What did you do with Kaitlyn?!" I'm trying to stay calm, but I'm getting really angry. I don't care who this person is! I just want Kaitlyn back.

"Oh she's here," She points a finger to her temple. "She's screaming very loudly too. Would you like to know what she's saying?" I tilt my head slightly and narrow my eyes at her. "She begging you to help her, but you and I damn well know there's nothing you can do."

"Let her go, Natalya."

"Is that the best you can come up with," she asks me while snickering. She's really pissing me off. "I'm surprised you don't just tear me apart considering that your kind is so good at it!" The smile on her face disappears and turns into an expression of pure disgust. I don't know why she's so angry with my kind when it was sirens who started the animosity between our speicies in the first place. "So what? You're going to actually exhibit some self-control? I'm a little surprised to be honest, but, regardless, you're wasting my time. I don't have long before I lose control. Kaitlyn needs to go kill a human, and because she won't do it on her own, I have to do it for her." No. Absolutely not. Kaitlyn could never live with herself if she murdered a human. A lunge at her, hoping to keep her busy until she loses control and Kaitlyn can expel her from her body, but don't get far. Natalya sticks out her hand and I'm overcome with pain. I fall on the ground cringing. What the hell is going on?! She starts to close her fist slowly and in an instant my head is pounding. It feels like someone is squeezing the sides of my skull. "You know what she's saying now, Dean?" I look up at her, still writhing in pain as she walks closer to me. "She's begging me not to hurt you. Seems as though she's rather fond of you. Of course, I could kill you right now." Her fingers get closer together and the pain in my head is magnified tenfold. "Unfortunately, killing you would be instant gratification, and why waste my time on one measly little wolf when I could be furthering my plans to destroy the entire werewolf race? I will however, leave you with a parting gift. A little something to ensure that you can't stop me until it's over." She curls her hand into a fist and I feel a flash of excruciating pain before blacking out.

When I wake up, it's night time. I grab my head and slowly sit up. Damn, Punk is going to pissed that we aren't back at the Den already. I look around, searching for Kaitlyn, when the memories start flooding back to me. Kaitlyn! Oh shit! Where the hell is she?! I get up and frantically search for her. She's not here! Dammit she's not here, and that siren Natalya has control of her body. I need to find her before she kills someone!

I'm vaguely able to pick up her scent. She must have left immediately after knocking me out. It's going to be hard to track her down unless I'm in my wolf form. I just hope I don't have to go into town. I quickly transform, and my senses heighten, making it easier to pick up Kaitlyn's scent. I start running as fast as I can, following the scent deep into the woods. It's much farther than I've ever gone. In fact, I'm pretty sure that this is Northern Pack territory.

I come across a campsite. Kaitlyn is here. Her scent is really strong, but it's not stronger than the other scent I pick up: blood. Dammit, I'm too late! I need to find her. She's probably an emotional mess. I transform back into my human form and walk through the campsite. It looks like there was a family here. Natalya couldn't just have her kill one human could she? Around the fire-pit I see a dead couple. They were probably a married n. After all, they didn't exactly look young, 23maybe middle aged. I hope they didn't have kids. I continue to follow Kaitlyn's scent and it leads me inside a tent. There are sleeping bags covered in blood and in the corner is Kaitlyn with blood splattered all over her. She's curled up in a ball with her legs pulled up to her chest and her head in her knees. "Kaitlyn?" She doesn't respond to me, and, as I get closer, I hear her crying. I bend down and put my hand on her left knee. She lifts her head abruptly and stares at me. Her eyes are red and puffy from crying so much. "Kaitlyn, what happened?"

"I-I tried," she cries shakily. "I told her to stop, but," she sobs loudly. She can barely get her words out, but tries to continue. "She wouldn't stop! She killed the parents an-and she walked into the tent." She's stuttering and trying to catch her breath, but having to recall what happened is taking an emotional toll on her. "The babies were sleeping! She woke them up. The oldest wasn't even ten and they begged me not to do it. I told her to stop, but she killed them too!" She's completely distraught and breaks down into loud uncontrollable sobs. I take her in my arms and stroke her hair as she cries into my chest.

"It's going to be okay, Kaitlyn. This isn't your fault." I sigh deeply. I don't know how she's going to survive this. It's going to be difficult for her to live with herself, and we're still in the middle of a war. As Kaitlyn quiets down, I hear a small stirring coming from the sleeping bag farthest from us. Kaitlyn hears it too and lifts up her head. The both of us are still wondering what's going to happen next when a small hand comes up from the bag followed by a head. I's one of the children, a little girl who's probably no more than three years old. Kaitlyn and I let go of one another, and she slowly crawls over to the little girl. The little girl shivers as she looks at Kaitlyn with big brown eyes.

"I'm sorry," Kaitlyn whispers. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen."

"Gone," the little girl says, pointing at the other two sleeping bags with her siblings in them. Kaitlyn nods her head. "Momma and Daddy gone too?" Kaitlyn can't hold back her tears anymore and cries hysterically. I quickly move to the little girl and block her from Kaitlyn's vision.

"Hey little one, what's your name?"

"Jojo."

"Okay, Jojo. We'll take care of you, okay?" Jojo nods her head, and looks at me. This kid is going to be scarred for life. I need to erase her memories. It's the only merciful thing I can think of doing. I take her small face in my hands and look her straight in the eyes. Her eyes turn black as I enter her mind and erase her memory of tonight. Seconds later, she's unconscious. "Kaitlyn, come on," I tell her getting up to my feet.

"What about the baby?"

"We're taking her with us. Grab her and then get on my back. We're going to the Den." I walk outside and transform. Kaitlyn walks outside with Jojo, who is wrapped up in her tiny sleeping bag. Kaitlyn gets on my back and I race off to the Den. Hopefully this night won't get worse.

Roman

Of course the pack masters would decide to leave me in charge of protecting the Den and waiting for Dean and Kaitlyn to get back, but they had to make things worse and leave me with Bayley. Ugh. Don't get me wrong, I like the pup. I've known her since she was born and I watched her grow up. She was just so small and fragile, unlike Paige. It was like Paige was born strong and independent, but Bayley was a completely different story. I always felt the need to protect her. I watched out for her and provided for her in any way I could. I guess she became dependent on me because she never left me alone, and would suffer from separation anxiety whenever we were apart. It broke her heart when the pack split up and she learned that we weren't going to be able to see each other anymore. I felt bad for her, but what could I do?

Now she's back at the Den and she hasn't let me out of her sight since. Normally, I wouldn't have thought much of it. To be honest, that's what I was looking forward to when we were finally reunited, but after Paige revealed that Bayley had a crush on me, I just can't interact with her the same way. I don't want Bayley thinking that we can actually be mates or something like that. She'll always be that little puppy who followed me around. I don't think I can ever see her the way she sees me. I don't want to hurt her feelings by telling her that I'd never choose her as a mate, but I also don't want to tell her to give me some space either. Knowing Bayley, she'll take it the wrong way and start crying.

I'm finally able to get some time to myself when I tell her to go check on A.J. in the basement. Yeah, A.J.'s still in there. I had told A.J. that if she wanted to come up into the main part of the Den, she could, but she opted to stay in bed. She hasn't come out since, although she did allow Bayley in the basement to keep her company. Pack Master CM Punk told me that A.J. was mad at him, but he didn't tell me anything else. Bayley, may just be exactly what A.J. needs to get her out of her bad mood.

I sit on the couch and begin to relax a little. With everyone on duty, the Den is pretty empty. Punk was very upset when Dean didn't come back with Kaitlyn before he left on his shift with Eve. I hope Dean has a damn good reason for ditching. If not, Punk will have his head. I hear the door open and am pulled out of my thoughts. I get up and turn around to find Dean and Kaitlyn walking into the living room. Kaitlyn is covered with blood and holding what looks like a small child wrapped in sleeping bag. I just stare at the scene before me. What the hell happened?!

"Who else is here," Dean asks me.

"Bayley and A.J." Dean nods and turns to Kaitlyn. He takes the child from her hands and motions for her to go upstairs. Kaitlyn walks up the staircase without even looking at me. She looks like she is in shock.

"Care to tell me what happened?" The child's scent permeates through the air and I pick up on it, definitely human. "Why do have a human child?!"

"Roman, it is a very long story that I don't exactly have time to tell."

"Make fucking time," I order him, looking him dead in the eyes.

"Watch your mouth around the kid, Ro," He's making me mad. Why can't he just tell me what's going on?

"Ro," A voice calls out from a corner of the living room. I turn around to find both Bayley and A.J. standing in front of the basement door.

"What is it, Bayley?"

"I smelled Kaitlyn come into the Den, and A.J. wanted to see her, so we came up here."

"I don't know if that's the best idea right now, Bayley. Kaitlyn's… not herself."

"All the more reason for me to see her, Dean," A.J. tells Dean. I look at him and he nods his head.

"She's in the bathroom upstairs," Dean informs her. "Go ahead and check on her." A.J. runs upstairs, and I look back at Dean.

"Now explain the human please," I demand.

"Human," Bayley inquires. She rushes up to Dean and takes a peek into the sleeping bag to find the human child. "Oh my God, Dean, where did you get her?!" Bayley quickly takes the child from Dean, cradling the child in her arms gently. Dean takes a deep breath before beginning his explanation.

"Long story short, Kaitlyn contacted the Siren Queen, but the she possessed her, knocked me out and forced Kaitlyn to kill the child's family."

"Oh no! Poor baby," Bayley exclaims, hugging the child gently so that she doesn't wake her up.

"Why did the siren make Kaitlyn do that, and why not kill the child too?"

"I'm not completely sure," Dean starts. "The siren told me that she wouldn't have control over Kaitlyn for long. I think she lost control before she could kill the kid."

"That doesn't explain why the siren had her kill those humans in the first place," I point out.

"I'm getting there! Before, Kaitlyn was possessed the siren mentioned that Kaitlyn was necessary in a spell that would kill the entire werewolf species." I am in total disbelief. What did he say? The extinction of all wolves? How is that possible?! "The siren needed Kaitlyn to activate her werewolf gene. Now that it's activated the sirens can use her to cast the spell."

"That means we have to keep Kaitlyn safe," Bayley chimes in, the child slightly stirring in her arms.

"We need to get this information to the Council immediately," I inform Dean. "And we need to tell our fellow pack members as soon as possible." Suddenly there's a crash, followed by a loud scream.

"Kaitlyn!" Dean runs up the stairs toward the noise. Bayley heads to the stairs as well but I stop her.

"Bayley, you stay here and take care of the child."

"But-"

"Bayley, don't argue with me." I place my hands on her shoulders, looking at her intensely. "Right now we need you to stay with the kid." She nods in understanding, and I follow Dean upstairs. I run to the bathroom to find Dean standing outside the door. Inside the bathroom A.J. is holding Kaitlyn, who is only in a towel, as she cries into A.J.'s arms. I look around to find the bathroom mirror broken and the shower curtain pulled from its rings. The shower is still running and the sink is ripped completely off the wall.

"It's okay Kaitlyn! Calm down, it's going to be okay," A.J. tells Kaitlyn in an attempt to calm her down.

"It won't come off! It won't come off," Kaitlyn is crying out loud. Dean walks over to the other side of Kaitlyn and Sheads down to her level.

"What won't come off? What are you talking about," Dean asks her. I've never heard him be so gentle with anyone.

"The blood! No matter how much I scrub, it won't come off!" I have no idea what she's talking about. She's completely clean. Wet, yes, but clean. "It won't come off!" Kaitlyn keeps repeating it like a mantra. She starts clawing at her skin. "Make it come off! It won't come off!"

"Kaitlyn, sweetie, there's no blood on you," A.J. tells her, holding onto Kaitlyn tighter.

"I can see it! It won't come off!" She keeps clawing at her skin, and she's starting to leave marks on her skin. Dean snatches her out of A.J.'s arms and holds her tightly to him, effectively pinning her arms by her side to prevent further clawing. "Let me go! It won't come off! I need to get it off!" Kaitlyn starts struggling wildly so Dean wrestles her to the ground.

"Kaitlyn, you need to calm down." Dean tells her, but she's not listening. Suddenly, Kaitlyn starts to transform. Her eyes turn yellow and her fangs grow out. Her claws start to form and now fur is growing. I quickly grab A.J. and take her out of the bathroom.

"Roman, what's going on?! What's happening to Kaitlyn," A.J. yells at me.

"She's too emotional. She's transforming." I continue to hold A.J. back as Dean struggles to prevent Kaitlyn from transforming.

"Kaitlyn calm down! You're transforming! This is exactly what Natalya wants!" Kaitlyn begins to calm down at the realization. "That's it Kaitlyn, just calm down. Take control." Kaitlyn's breathing becomes regular again and her wolf features slowly go away. Kaitlyn's cries become softer as Dean picks her up bridal style.

"She needs sleep," I voice out.

"We shouldn't leave her alone," Dean states.

"Take her to your room then and stay with her."

"What," A.J. exclaims. "No way! I should stay with her!"

"A.J., think logically," I tell her. "You weren't able to calm her down just now. If she gets overly emotional in the middle of the night and transforms, what could you possibly do?" A.J. looks down and holds onto my forearm. "Dean is the safest choice to stay with Kaitlyn right now, okay?" She takes a deep breath and gets out of my grasp. She looks up at Dean and speaks slowly.

"Take care of her, and don't you dare try anything."

"I promise," Dean responds her. That surprises me. Dean doesn't promise anyone anything aloud. A.J. turns away and walks downstairs.

"What are we going to tell Pack Master CM Punk," Dean asks me.

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Right now you have a delusional hybrid on your hands and Bayley and I have a little human girl on ours. One step at a time."

Kaitlyn

I silently cry against Dean's chest as he carries me through the hallway. I can't believe that I freaked out so much that I began to transform. That's never happened to me before, but I guess I have the curse to thank for that. Now that I'm not bound by the moon anymore I guess my emotions trigger my transformations. They don't hurt anymore but at what cost? That family's blood is on my hands. That little girl lost the only family she's ever known because of me! I don't even know what we're going to do with Jojo now. Punk wouldn't allow a human child to stay, would he? Even so, how would a human be integrated into wolf society? She'll forever be a misfit because of me. What if she wonders what happened to her birth parents one day? Dean took away her memories, but if she asks, should she be told the truth? Should we tell her that I killed her entire family? That poor girl! This is all my fault. This is all MY fault! If I hadn't contacted Natalya she could have never possessed me. I should have fought harder. I should have done whatever it took to expel her from my body. I'm a murderer. Oh my God, I'm a murderer!

I start crying harder as we finally reach Dean's room and he walks in, closing the door behind him. "Kaitlyn, stop crying, please?"

"But it's my fault!"

"No, it's not your fault." He places me on my feet in front of him and brings his hands up to cup my face. "There's nothing you could have done, pup. Natalya was controlling you. She killed those people, not you." His words offer me little solace. I know he's trying. He's trying really hard, but it's not enough.

"The blood is still on MY hands, Dean." His face is full of concern as he gazes at me. His hands move from my face to my shoulders.

"You'll survive this, Kaitlyn," He tells me as he lets me go and walks over to the dresser across from his bed. "We all had to at some point." He looks through one of the drawers and pulls out a long black shirt. "The important thing is how you deal with the guilt you're carrying now." I walk over to him and he hands me the shirt. It's only then that I realize that I'm only wearing a towel that barely goes past my butt. It's definitely not leaving much to the imagination and neither will the shirt, but at least it will cover more than the towel is covering right now. He turns away from me. "Tell me when it's okay to look." That's very courteous of him.

"How did you guys deal with the guilt?" I pull the shirt over my body before taking the towel off and putting it on the dresser. "Did you guys feel any guilt at all?" He doesn't turn around and puts his hands in his pockets.

"You never escape the guilt of taking a human life. It's always there. Roman, Seth and I had different ways of dealing with it. Some were better than others, but eventually you learn to live with it." I dry my face of my tears and sit on the bed.

"I'm decent now." Dean turns around and looks at me again. "What methods did you guys try?" He takes a deep breath and sits next to me on the bed.

"Seth was probably the most constructive. He focused all his energy on hunting down vampires. He figured that he could make up for the life he took by saving other humans from becoming vampire food."

"That does sound constructive."

"Yeah, it was." Dean leans back on the bed with his hands behind his head and his legs still dangling off the side. "At least until he started hunting during the day time and broke the Vampire-Wolf treaty. It almost caused an all-out war. Punk stepped in and negotiated with the vampires though, prevented something that could have been pretty ugly."

"I guess it wasn't really constructive then." I look away from him kind of defeated. I can't use that method to deal with this guilt then.

"Hey, it was better than what Roman or I did." I look back at him, quizzically. He smirks at me and kicks off his shoes. "Roman started sleeping around."

"No way!" Roman slept around? That seems so opposite of how he is now. I mean it was pretty obvious to me from earlier that Bayley had a thing for Roman. She was all over him, but he never made a move.

"Oh yeah. With Eve and Layla."

"At the same time?!"

"Well he was dating Layla when it happened to him. He got really depressed and Layla couldn't get through to him emotionally anymore. Eve admitted to liking him, so he started sleeping with her, but he never broke it off with Layla, although he had told Eve that he did."

"But he stopped right?"

"After they found out about it, he didn't have a choice. The both of them wanted to be his mate, and he told the both of them what they wanted to hear so he could keep them. When they found out about each other they double teamed him, kicked his ass pretty good too. Punk and Sheamus had to tear the both of them off of him."

"Are they good now?"

"Nope. The both of them hate him, as far as I know, but he has apologized profusely since the blow up." I turn to face him completely and sit on my knees with my hands in my lap, making sure that the shirt covered everything.

"What about you?" Dean props himself up on the back of his elbows and looks at me. His facial expression is… interesting, as though he's saying, "I guess I should tell you since I ousted my brothers." He brings his legs up to the bed and sits up to face me.

"I shut everyone out. Became really irritable, stopped going to my mother's grave. I picked fights with everybody, the men first. When I ran out of guys to fight I picked on the girls. Most of them fought back without a problem, but when I started picking on Bayley things got really ugly."

"How so?"

"Paige and Bayley were the last ones born into our pack, but Paige was always really mature. Bayley, however, she's the real pup of the pack. She's emotional, sensitive and a huge sweetheart. When I was going through my phase around 20 she was about 14. I picked on her, but she never got mad. She never wanted to fight me or even defend herself. It pissed me off that she wouldn't fight back. It made me feel even guiltier, so one day I just jumped her."

"You jumped that sweet little thing!" Seth had told me that Dean had become cold when he got control of his transformations, but I didn't think he could be completely heartless.

"It wasn't my proudest moment. Anyway, she tattled on me to Roman, and I've never seen him so mad. He attacked me while I was sleeping, and the fight ended up waking up everyone in the house. Nobody could separate us, not even our father. Usually when fights get out of hand the Pack Master would use a dog whistle to stop it, but when Sasha's dad, who was Pack Master at the time, tried to use it Roman and I took the fight outside the Den. I mean we had fought before and after that incident, but it was never to that magnitude."

"What made you stop fighting?"

"Bayley started crying and begged Roman to stop. Good thing too, because by that time we had both transformed and we had some serious injuries."

"Did you stop picking fights after that?"

"Not exactly. My dad took my brothers and me to our mother's grave the day after. I thought killing made me feel guilty, but knowing that I was letting my mom down was the worst guilt I could ever feel. Ro and I made up, and I apologized to everyone I messed with, especially Bayley." Dean pauses for a moment and smiles. "The pup forgave me like it was nothing and has never held it against me."

"Then how should I deal with my guilt?" He reaches out to me and takes my hands in his. I look down at our hands. Mine are so small compared to his, but they just fit into his so perfectly. I lift my eyes to look at him.

"You need to realize that your situation is entirely different. Your mind was literally not in control of your body and the only person to blame for that is Natalya. She killed those people, and she is the reason Jojo lost her family." I take a deep breath, looking back down at our hands. I know he's right, but I can't help but still feel guilty. I feel his hand cup the side of my face and he lifts up my head to make me look at him. "Hey, you're going to be alright. You've got people who care about you, and we can help you. Just don't shut us out." I let myself smile and look down again. I can feel my face get hot and I'm probably blushing wildly. Thank God the only light in the room is the moonlight shining through his huge ass window above the bed.

"Do you care about me?"

Dean

That's a loaded question. It's not like I don't know the answer though. I mean I know I shouldn't, but I do care about the pup. Why else would I do half the things I've been doing? I mean, I didn't snap at her when she interrupted my time with my parents, I was there after she had her less than pleasant reunion, I confronted the Queen of Sirens for her, and I've been the one who calmed her down since I found her in that tent. Don't my actions speak for themselves?

"Dean?" I'm pulled out of my thoughts as she calls my name. Her face is subtly full of hope and she's expecting those words every woman wants to hear. I can't tell her those things just yet, but I've got to tell her something.

"Do I really have to say it?" That's not exactly what I had in mind.

"I guess you don't have to." Disappointment washes over her face and she turns her head to the side. Dammit, I always mess these things up! I have to salvage this situation somehow.

"Hey," I move one of my hands from hers to her forearm and her face falls on me again. "Come here." I take her in my arms and lean back on the pillows. Her head lies on my chest and she intertwines her legs with mine. "You know, just because someone can't say how they feel, it doesn't mean that they don't feel it." She lifts up her head with a look of slight surprise.

"Really," she asks softly.

"Really." She smiles widely. It's the first time I've seen her smile like this since I met her. She scoots up closer to me and places a chaste kiss on my cheek. I guess that's her way of saying thank you. I'll accept that. A smirk appears on my face as I turn to face her. Our faces are a few inches away from each other and she's blushing lightly with a huge smile on her face. I have to tease her; she's just too adorable right now. "Why are you so red?" She looks at me devastated and tilts her head down. She's blushing furiously now. I need to tease her some more, this is too much fun. "Are you blushing, pup?" She smiles slightly and tries to turn away from me to hide her blush. I hold her to me tightly and prevent her from turning away from me. "Why are you hiding, huh?" She giggles and opens her eyes, looking into mine. Slowly she stops giggling and the smiles on both of our faces disappear. This has happened before, in the cemetery. Before Sheamus interrupted us, we had an intimate moment like this, but it's different this time. This time she's in my room, in my bed, wearing nothing but a shirt, and no one's going to interrupt us. Ah damn, I need to remember my promise to A.J. I told her I wouldn't try anything. That promise is getting more difficult to keep by the minute. I clear my throat abruptly and turn on my back. "Well anyway we should get some sleep. Especially you, you've had a long day, and tomorrow we need to begin your training to control your transformations." I look up at the ceiling. I hope that Kaitlyn just goes to sleep, but a big part of me is hoping that she won't. I close my eyes and feel a pair of lips on my cheek. I figured Kaitlyn was just giving me a kiss good night, but a second later her lips her on mine. Kissing doesn't count as trying anything if she initiates it… right?

I respond to her lips with a passion. Gently, I grab the back of her neck and turn us over so that she is underneath me. I feel her hand tangle itself in my hair while the other one goes on my back and presses me closer to her. I prop myself up on one elbow to make sure I don't crush her as I move from her lips to the side of her neck. My other hand is on her thigh, and it slowly moves up, going underneath the shirt. I suck on her neck softly and a soft moan escapes her lips. Shit, that's the sweetest sound I've ever heard! My hand reaches her hip and I squeeze it softly. She gasps at the contact and I continue the movement, slowly kneading her hip and waist, which elicits more gasps. I can't take much more of this teasing. I sit up on my knees and move in between her thighs. I glimpse up at her and throw her a smile before removing my shirt and tossing it on the floor. She looks up at me, wide-eyed and reaches out to me, placing both hands on my chest. She sits up and our lips meet again in a slow but passionate kiss. Suddenly, I feel her fumbling around with my belt. Reality finally dawns on me and I stop instantly. Is this really about to happen? Are there any consequences if we do this? What about A.J.? I promised her I wouldn't do this. FUCK! Just fuck! I look up at Kaitlyn and confusion has overtaken her features.

"What's wrong," she asks me. I find myself sighing. There's no easy way to do what I need to do.

"We can't do this, Katie." It's the first time I'm calling her by her nickname. I hope she doesn't mind.

"Why not?"

"I promised A.J. that I wouldn't."

"But, but I can't explain it to her, o-or she doesn't have to find out!"

"Kaitlyn, the timing is wrong." I stroke her cheek slightly with my thumb. "After everything that you've been through tonight, it wouldn't be right."

"But Dean-"

"Let's not rush this okay." Dear God, what am I saying?! Am I really about to deny myself of sex?! "We have time, pup, and we can do this under better circumstances." She nods in understanding and sighs. She lies back down as I get off of her and roll to her side. I pull the sheets over us and she snuggles next me.

Soon, she falls asleep. It's probably for the best that we didn't have sex. I already have to explain ditching and a human child to Punk, at least I don't have to explain the smell of sex now too.