Hey guys, I put a bit more effort into the descriptions this time. I'm still working my way around the style of my writting. I haven't come across a steady pace or style yet and I hope I figure it out and get better with time. I hope you're enjoying the story so far ^^


"Chloe…" Kevin said while he was closing in the gap between them.

For a few very long seconds, Chloe forgot how to breathe as he was moving towards her, his breath tickling her temple. Her hunter instincts processed every inch that Kevin was covering through his movements and the soft sounds his clothes were making left her knees unfamiliarly weak. Forcing herself to keep eye contact she resisted the urgent need to swallow, fearing the sound that would come out would give away her nervous state.

The closer he got, the more she realised she's completely useless and helpless. He could do right about just anything and she wouldn't be able to stop him. If this was going to turn out to be a hug or a knife held at her throat, she'd be just as incapable of reacting. She felt all the blood in her veins slowly making it's way to her heart which was now beating painfully against her rib cage. The other organs, mainly the brain, felt dead and empty of any activity. Time was impossible to process and all Chloe could do, was sit in that spot and wait for whatever was going to happen to her.

All the chaos that was going on inside Chloe was invisible to Kevin and all he saw was her patiently waiting for him to continue his phrase. He looked at her and his serious, previously sad expression, turned into a warm smile as he reached for some of the bags in the trunk that were on Chloe's right side and a bit further behind her. If the bags he grabbed didn't make all the noise they did, he could have heard her jaw clenching tightly when their shoulders met and his hair briefly touched her forehead.

"I'll take your offer after all." Kevin said, now moving away from her.

Now that he wasn't leaning against her and she could see him two feet further away in front of her, Chloe's senses slowly started going back to normal. All the blood that forcefully crawled into her heart was now cooling down and making it's way to the rest of her body. Even though she thought she asked 'What?' as an answer to his words, the only reaction her body came up with was a slight raising of her eyebrows.

Kevin grinned, getting her blood all confused about wether to spread to all her organs or go back to her heart.

"Helping you out in the kitchen?" he said still grinning and raising the bags a bit, to get her attention to them. Lowering his arms he turned around and started making his way towards the hallways and further on to the kitchen.

Once he was out of sight, all of Chloe's blood suddenly invaded her brain and she exhaled loudly, almost having asfixiated herself. Sitting down in the opened trunk, she closed her eyes and took in a few breaths to allow her senses to gain normal status. Her heart slowed down, her knees stopped shaking and her instincts were resurrected from the short coma they experienced. She opened her eyes and looked at the two bags that were left sitting next to her. One of them was packed with his new clothes and the other, she happily noticed, was the one that had, among other food products, the two bottles of whiskey she grabbed on her way of out the supermarket.

Sighing heavily and taking a few more breaths to see how she was doing, she opened one bottle and gulped down a mouthful of burning liquid. Not being a heavy drinker like Dean was, it didn't take long for the familiar feeling to settle in, and soon enough Chloe felt a lot more confident and relaxed. She allowed herself a few more minutes of rest alone with her thoughts before she had to follow Kevin to the kitchen.

'What the hell was that?' she wondered as she took another sip of whiskey. From what she could remember, in all her years of hunting, even in the beginning, she never froze to spot like such an idiot. Those times implied serious reasons to do so, when just recently having become a hunter and seeing your bullets miss the werewolf could mean you have 80% more chances of being dead in the next 10 seconds. Still, she always managed to react on time and kill the monsters. Now this dorky prophet shows up and her instincts disappear into the sunset.

'Is this some sort of prophet side-effect?' Chloe almost chocked on her third sip of whiskey after having such a stupid thought and figured it's about time she got up from the trunk. Wondering how obvious the alcohol in her system is, she took the bags, made sure she didn't leave anything important in the car, closed the trunk and started walking towards the exit of the garage.

As she was making her way to the kitchen, Chloe focused on anything else besides her own thoughts. The echo of her footsteps, the ruffle of bags, the buzzing lights on the ceiling. She knew what her reaction to Kevin meant but as long as her mind doesn't put it into exact words and just leaves it as a shapeless, foggy, feeling, somewhere at the far end of her consciousness she's safe. The moment she registered the word 'safe' though, a huge wave of questions and thoughts washed over her and she had to stop from walking to handle the impact and take it all in.

'Safe? Safe from what?' but Chloe already knew the answer to all the questions that revolved around those. What happens when you grow attached to someone? The more people you care for, the more chances you'll get of losing dear ones. She couldn't even imagine losing one of the brothers. Not again, or for good, because she knew how broken and useless she was left feeling those times. At least Sam and Dean can take care of themselves, whereas Kevin…anything could happen to him at any time. 'What are you going to do then Chloe? Especially if you...' She shut her eyes tight and tried to keep her mind from finishing the sentence for her but the more effort she put in it the quicker she was left without any mental energy.

'…fall for him.'

Silence followed those words and her mind was empty of anything else as if it was attending a funeral. Her feet were glued to the floor and she swallowed hard, trying to clear the foggy view in front of her, from having completely spaced out. When her image cleared, she was taken back by the sight of Kevin approaching her.

"Hey..couln't tell those bags were so heavy when I looked at them" he said smiling.

"I…they're now. I remembered I forgot something in the car."

"Oh okay. Well leave these to me and you can go back to the car."

Kevin took the bags from Chloe's hands and left for the kitchen while she was still stuck in place. She wished she had taken one of the bottles from the bag before he left and suddenly felt small and vulnerable standing there in the hallway by herself. Ordering her feet to move, she turned on her heels and ran back to the car, her breath coming out in choked sobs while strands of her got lose from her braid. Abruptly opening the door and getting in the driver's seat, Chloe tightly grabbed the wheel and fought with the urge of turning the engine on and driving away from the bunker.

Whatever tears threatened to come out, were stubbornly kept in place while she calmed her nerves with slow breaths. 'I don't need this. I don't want these feelings. It's all good to enjoy someone's company as long as you don't outlive their horrible death after you've grown feelings for them…Out of the two of us, I have a feeling I'll be around longer. The last one standing will probably be Dean anyway…At least that way I won't have to see both brothers die. Hopefully I'll go before they do.'

The more Chloe's mind focused on the brothers, the more it fought back to get to Kevin and soon enough she gave up and admitted what she chose to ignore for weeks. 'I would've suffered if he died the second I saw him. Somehow I…warmed up to him immediately.' Chuckling at the image of him with that frying pan, Chloe found the strength to get out of the car and slowly walked back to the bunker. The reason she panicked so much for what seemed so little was that she almost forgot what a weakness felt like. Being set on hunter-mode 24/7 left out other worries besides solving the cases.

The only thing she could think of doing regarding Kevin was …nothing. She'll be nice and polite, and they'll discuss cases and another Apocalipse if necessary. That way, when he'll be gone, she won't have any particular memory of him to amplify her sorrow. Every day will be the same.

'You wanted him to kiss you'. "Every day will be the same" Chloe mumbled to herself as she entered the kitchen.

The place was full of random boxes, cans and packages and in the middle of it all a very confused prophet was smiling, relieved to see her.

"I have no idea where to put these things."

Chloe laughed and went to help him place everything in the right cupdoards. They were quiet except the few observations she made regarding this or that item and when they finally finished sighing Kevin broke the silence making them both laugh.

"I knew Dean eats a lot but whoa…that really is a lot of food."

"Well at least we'll be ok for a while. Care for a drink?" Chloe asked, grabbing the opened whiskey bottle and dangling it in the air. Kevin's unsure expression told her he's not one for strong alcohol so she opened the fridge and threw him a can of beer which he accepted gratefully.

Pouring herself a good 3 fingers of whiskey in a glass, Chloe left the kitchen with Kevin and they both settled in the living room to quietly end the day. Each was quiet and lost in his own thoughts, organizing ideas, wondering, remembering or trying to forget certain things. Kevin noticed how Chloe was spacing out again, occasionally sipping her drink and tried to watch for any sign of what sort of thoughts she might have. Her face was always calm or serious, almost bored he could say. She didn't involuntarily smile or furrow her brows when lost in her thoughts to hint of what was keeping her mind busy. He thought of her as a lake that has no stones around it to throw in to provoke a reaction to it's surface. The bottom was more than likely filled with all sorts of lost objects, weeds and deadly traps but the only way to get a glimpse of it was to dive in yourself and Kevin doubted he'd know how to swim once he found himself there. Chloe fascinated him and he was thankful of having her around the bunker to make the place feel more like home.

Chloe's phone started ringing in her pocket and the only change in her expression that Kevin could notice was that her eyes blinked a few times to focuse the image the was lost in. She set the glass on a table next to her elbow and pulled the phone out saying towards him.

"It's Garth. Hey, what's up?"

Kevin watched her nod every now and then and reply to whatever Garth was asking on the other end. She got up from the armchair and sat at the table in front of the laptop, obviously looking for something to help solve the questions she received. Mumbling a bit while sorting the information, Chloe raised her eyes from the laptop and looked at Kevin while asking Garth.

"Forest…the fairy case? Didn't you bump into Sam and Dean there?...What?...No, they didn't. I see…Okay, later Garth."

Kevin watched Chloe go through all those lines on the phone, her voice betraying signs of worry and confusion. He stood quiet hoping she'd say something, but again she spaced out and his curiosity that kept turning into worry, made him ask her what's wrong. For a few seconds he wasn't sure she heard him but then Chloe raised her eyes to his.

"They're not on that case."

"What? Then where are they?"

"I don't know…Garth said Dean called him to give him this case to solve…while they took care of something more important."

"More important…" Kevin's gaze lowered while he thought for a few seconds and when he looked back at Chloe he could already guess what she thought and felt. "You think they…"

"They went to start the trials. That's why Dean insisted I stay home.."