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I woke up with a huge smile and stretched. But when I opened my eyes I couldn't find Dean. My brows furrowed as I sat up. I realized I was in the bed. He must had carried me here. My crutches were resting on my bedside table. I was still naked and a huge smile stretched my face when I remembered last night, my muscles aching in that sweet pleasurable pain. After putting shorts and a huge T-shirt I stole from Dean's clothes, I headed downstairs. The smell of bacon and eggs drew me to the kitchen where I found Dean in front of the cooker, preparing breakfast. He loved taking care of others and cooking… he wouldn't admit it, but he enjoyed it.

"Good morning" I said and entered the kitchen

He turned and a huge bright smile appeared on his face

"Good morning"

I sat on the table, my legs hanging from the edge as I was enjoying the view. Dean was wearing only a T-shirt and boxers, his bare feet were slapping on the floor as he was walking around, cutting the bread and taking plates. I tilted my head and my eyes glued to his ass. He looked over his shoulder, seeing me drooling over him.

"Enjoying the view, huh?" he playfully asked while putting the plates on the table next to me

"Of course!" I pulled him for a kiss and wrapped my hands around his neck

His hands gently caressed my tights and I flinched.

"What?" he asked and pulled back, worry over his face

I looked at him wide eyed and focused on his hand on my left hip. I could feel his warmth; I could feel his fingers tenderly squeezing me.

"I can feel that" I whispered in shock "I can feel your hand!"

"Really?" he looked astonished and amazed

I nodded, not sure I can trust my voice. Dean gently put his palms on my hip and slid them down my leg to the toes. I could feel everything, his warm tender hands, his breath brushing my bare skin, the edge of the table digging into my tight… Tears were filling my eyes and I quickly blinked trying to hide them. This wild hope that was burning inside my chest, it was giving me wings. I had to kill it before I got disappointed. Still, I couldn't resist and the moment Dean's fingers reached my foot I said

"Look" and I moved my toes "I can do that for a while."

Dean looked at me and I could see how some small part of his guilt disappeared, exchanged by hope and happiness.

"That's awesome" he smiled "It's wonderful. Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Dean…" I sighed; hope was dangerous, it cut both ways and I knew that well "This might be the best I could get. So let's not jump into rushed conclusions…"

"You're scared" he said, looking me carefully "You're afraid you might get disappointed"

"Yes" I admitted "I am" I shrugged "I'm used to the crutches and to the thought that I'll never walk again. I don't want that hope when it can kill me"

Dean hugged me and put a gentle kiss on my forehead. Then my stomach chose the perfect moment to roar like a wild beast telling the world I was hungry. Dean chuckled.

"Someone's hungry"

"Well, you exhausted me last night" I teased him and got off the table so we could sit and eat

"I'm not sure I wanted to hear this" voice full of hesitation came from the door

I quickly turned around, my fist around the knife I quickly got from the table. Then I relaxed. I noticed Dean was holding another kitchen knife. We had reacted almost simultaneously. But there was no threat.

"Sam!" I exclaimed "What are you doing here?"

"He didn't tell you I was coming?" the taller Winchester gestured to his brother

"We were kinda busy" Dean grinned, Sam rolled his eyes and I hid my smirk

Dean sat, attacking his breakfast; I followed his example, not bothering to offer Sam; if he was hungry he was going to take a plate and eat

"Sit" I said mouthful and pointed the empty chair to Sam

Sam sighed and sat, pulling his laptop and turning it on while Dean and I were finishing our breakfast. Then he pulled out pile of papers and documents.

"You said you got a lead" Dean stated and took his empty plate to the sink

"Really?" I got exited "That's great! What is it?"

"I connected the victims"

"And?" Dean insisted

"The construction company…" Sam started but Dean interrupted him

"What about it?"

"Show a little patience, Dean" I told him and gave him a sign to be quiet and listen

"Don Epps is the boss now, right?" Sam asked and when Dean and I nodded he continued "This happened after the Davis' death. But guess who was supposed to be promoted for the position"

"Mat Davis" I said and furrowed my brows; the Epps seemed so nice "What else did you find?"

"Obviously Mary and Don Epps wanted to adopt a child. But so were and the Wilsons"

"The first killed couple?" I asked in surprise "And how did you find that?"

"Long story" Sam shrugged "The point is that the Wilsons were going to take the child that Don and Mary Epps wanted"

Dean and I exchanged dark glances. Maybe we weren't the only one who figured out that Don was having an affair with Georgia. Maybe Mary found out.

"And after what you told me about Don Epps and Georgia Donovan… That's when I figured it out" Sam shrugged again

"Yeah" I nodded in agreement "Mary Epps is our witch."

It was kind of sad. For the time I was here I grew attached to these women, including Mary. And now she had to die. But I was a professional and I couldn't let emotions cloud my judgment. After all, because of her people were dead and no matter how nice she seemed she was a killer.

"Great. Let's go gank her" Dean said and I sighed "And you're staying here"

"I know" I barked at him "I'm not that stupid. I can't help you with that"

"Don't pout" Dean teased me and I showed him my middle finger

"You boys have fun, I'll be waiting for you here" I shrugged "And be careful, please"

They both nodded, Dean gave me a quick kiss ignoring Sam who rolled his eyes and both of them left the house, leaving me alone. I locked the door behind them. Then I got a text from Sam saying "It was about time to tell him how you feel about him ;) :D". I was surprised Sam knew I was into his brother but obviously I wasn't as good at hiding my emotions as I thought. I chuckled and sent him a reply "That's not exactly how it happened but I bet you don't want details :D". I tossed my phone on the couch and checked the back door. It was unlocked. It was funny, I could swear that last night I had locked it. I shrugged, probably Dean had left it open for Sam to come. Having the house only for myself for a while was nice. I decided I could have some fun, too. I could take a nice long hot shower without Dean whining on the door I was taking too long. With a huge smirk I locked the back door and hobbled upstairs and went to the bathroom.

Ten minutes after the boys left I was ready to get out of the bathroom, but the nice warm water gently enveloping my body was so tempting that I decided to enjoy it while I can. I leaned my head back letting the spray of water wash my face and sighed. The feeling was so nice and warm and pure…

Suddenly I choked. I jumped in surprise trying to get my face away from the water but I slipped and fell on the floor. I could barely breathe severe coughs tearing my throat. I felt the familiar salty taste of blood in my mouth and soon I coughed out a huge red spot on the green bathroom tiles. This wasn't normal, I was hexed. The unlocked back door, I realized… that's how the bitch got in. And now I was choking in my own blood. I looked around in panic, trying to figure out where she had hidden the hex bag. I crawled to the sink and opened the storage unit beneath it. My hand started searching for the bag and after couple of seconds that felt like ages I found it. I had to burn it. Barely breathing I started crawling to the bathroom door. I needed to get out. The tiles were slippery because of the running water and moving was hard when my chest was aching and I couldn't breathe. Somehow I managed to crawl to the bedroom, clenching my fist around the stupid hex bag. My vision was blurred and I realized I would never get to burn the bag. I felt blood dripping down my lips and leaving red stains on the white carpet that now seemed so comfortable. I tried to fight the mist covering my mind but I was so tired. I couldn't breathe anymore and it was so much easier to stop fighting… I reached my hand trying to get to the bed but finally I gave up. My eyes were closing, everything blurred and darkness was covering me…

So this was bit of a cliffhanger but I believe it worked out well. :) Drop me a review and tell me what you think :) Wish you a nice relaxing weekend! :)