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Description: Spoilers up to Season 2 finale. Sam and Dean run into a mysterious girl on one of their trips. Can they work together? And what is she hiding from them?

Notes: This is my second fic, though it's my first Supernatural one. It will be updated whenever I get a chance, I've got a busy time ahead of me. Schoolwork, life stuff, etc.

A/N: Sorry it took so long guys. Life's been crazy.


Dean sits on the hotel bed as Stacey patches up his wounds, he glances at Sam, amused to see his brother still hadn't moved from where he was on the couch, blushing.

"Ok. All fixed."

Dean smiles at her and pulls his shirt back on.

"So….take it I missed some fun in the queen's lair?"

Stacey drops the bandages she was carrying and picks them up a little, glancing over at Sam. Sam glares at Dean.

"It was the pheromones."

"Sure…for you. But she didn't have to let you."

Stacey swallows and turns around.

"The queen was stronger than I thought….it affected me too."

Dean frowns.

"It did not. You said it yourself, and all those old books said it too. They don't affect women."

Stacey sighs and looks down. Sam stands up and looks at her.

"Is that true?"

Stacey goes back to packing up the first aid kit, turning her back to them. Dean glances at his brother, seeing the confusion on his face. He stands up somewhat carefully.

"Look, it doesn't matter, right? We killed the queen, the job is done. Time to move on."

He knew at once he'd said the wrong thing. Sam frowns at him, and then walks into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

"Ok…"

"You don't get it, Dean. He's mad. Because of what happened. He doesn't like the fact it was because of a powerful influence. Neither do I, really."

"So, you wanted it to happen?"

"Yes. But not like that. And now you guys are moving on."

Dean frowns a little, realizing what she meant. She was staying. They weren't. He looks towards the bathroom, then back at her.

"So come with us."

"I can't. You know that."

"No, I don't. What's so important that you can't keep hunting with us? You don't have a family, or kids that you need to look after. You're alone. But with us, you don't have to be."

Stacey sighs and turns to look at him.

"I just can't. And I'm sorry."

"I'm not the one you need to apologize to, Stace."

ΩΩΩΩΩ

Sam walks along the street several hours later. He'd heard the entire conversation between Stacey and his brother and his mind was reeling. She had wanted to be with him. Just like he'd wanted to be with her. But that stupid job had to mess it all up.

He kicks at a pebble as he walks along, hands in his pockets, staring at the ground. It seemed to be a theme with him. The women he loved leaving. Jess. Madison. He was just glad that Stacey was walking away alive.

He turns into the parking lot of the hotel and stops when he sees Dean and Stacey standing at the car, Dean loading his bags into the trunk. He slowly walks over to them.

"Hey."

"Hey, Sammy. Ready to go?"

He nods and glances at Stacey. Dean seems to get the hint and walks back inside, giving them some space.

"So…"

"Yeah. Sam…I'm really sorry that I can't go with you guys."

"I know. It's ok. It's probably best you don't."

"Why's that?"

"I don't want you getting hurt."

She blushes and looks down. He steps forward and takes her hand into his, looking at her.

"I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too."

She steps forward and hugs him tightly, closing her eyes when his strong arms wrap around her. After a moment he pulls back, looking into her eyes. He slowly moves forward and presses his lips to her. She returns his kiss softly, until finally breaking apart. Sam blinks a little, his eyes burning.

Dean sighs as he steps back outside, knowing it was time to leave.

"C'mon, Sammy. We better hit the road."

He waves to Stacey and gets into the car. Sam kisses her again quickly, whispering a goodbye before climbing into the passenger seat and shutting the door. He stares straight ahead, afraid to look at her for fear of more pain.

Stacey wraps her arms around herself as she watches them back out of the parking spot and drive off. Her eyes water as she walks back into the room to grab her bags.

"You did well."

She spins around, ready to start throwing punches, but relaxes when she sees who it is. She looks down.

"It seemed cruel."

"You needed to gain their trust. You managed to do that. You also got Sam to have a soft spot for you, which is perfect."

"Why does it have to be them?"

"Because they're the Winchesters. They need to be stopped if we have any chance of winning this war."

"We? I told you before I want no part in it."

She shivers as she feels the man get closer to her, whispering in her ear.

"You haven't got a choice."

She swallows, then frowns and looks around. The room was empty.

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