AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I can't actually tell you how much I love where this is going.

Hope you enjoy this.

Lord knows I need to make myself feel better since Dean girl or no I'm pissed at him S5 atm…lol.

WARNING: Rated "M" for language, dirty thoughts, sex, innuendo, blood, violence and dark themes.

So ENJOY!

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Being away from the boys was actually really hard, I have to admit it. Now that everything was out in the open all I wanted was to talk to Sam and Dean and hunt with them but I had to look up things on Annie. I really wanted to look up some things on our parents too, but everything was cut short when Dean called me on my cell phone. If I told you I was expecting to hear from him first I would be lying—and I'd be lying even more if I told you that my heart didn't skip a beat when I looked at the cover of my phone and saw that it was in fact him calling me.

"Hey, Dean—what's new?" I asked him, trying to sound cool even though just knowing he was on the other line was making my stomach do belly flops.

Dean took a deep breath. "How quickly can you get to Hibbing, Minnesota?"

I swallowed and suddenly my whole demeanor had changed. "What's wrong, Dean?"

"It's Sam—he's been kidnapped and for some reason the first person I thought of was you. If you were here it would make this easier and I'm sure we could find him faster." Dean explained to me.

I smiled a little and nodded. "I'm coming straight there."

I thought it was kind of adorable that Dean was trying to be really strong and tough by pretending he just needed me there to help him find Sam. Obviously Dean could get it done by himself, but it was nice to feel needed even if he was pretending he didn't need me just to be by his side and reassure him. So I got there as soon as I could by plane and when he opened up the motel room door for me that night I smiled at him and he ushered me in and locked the door before coming over to me and hugging me tight.

He leaned his head against mine and then pulled away and though I wished he'd held on longer, I knew I needed to be caught up on what had happened exactly. While I was researching for the last couple of days and hitting dead ends, Sam and Dean had come to Minnesota to look in on some kidnappings. Now Sam had been kidnapped and Dean wasn't sure what to do, but wanted to go to the sheriff station in the morning to check in on things since he was pretty sure whatever had happened was caught on one of the surveillance cameras.

"We should both get a little sleep and then be up right when the sheriff station opens, all right?" I suggested and nodded when he did, shrugging off my jacket and tossing it onto the motel room couch.

He got into his bed after taking off his shoes and his jeans and his jacket and I stripped down to my tank and my panties, sliding into bed with Dean and smiling when he slipped his arm under my neck. I snuggled my body into his warm one, and the two of us laid there for a moment or two, my forehead in the crook of his neck as his other arm wrapped around me as well. I knew it was one of those rare Dean Winchester moments to cherish, so I simply kissed his chest softly and slipped my arm in between his and his side, because I knew he needed the closeness since Sam was missing and he was worried.

I hadn't been expecting him to start stroking my hair though and I had to get a grip on myself because the closeness was definitely something that I had been lacking and I needed him but this would be taking advantage of him. He was worried about Sam, I was worried about Sam, and the two of us desperately needed to sleep and then get up in the morning and find him. Still, his lips pressing against my temple as his fingers ran through my dark locks was starting to make me crave more closeness, so I simply closed my eyes and pressed my body against his a little more and whispered, "Goodnight, Dean", which seemed to make him understand—he just nodded and we drifted off to sleep.

The following morning I woke up to breathing on my face, but kept my eyes closed as Dean stroked my hair and then kissed my lips ever so softly before getting out of the bed. He was thankful for me and he knew where I stood with him now, and that changed our entire 'relationship' with each other because now he knew that I was falling for him and with no Sam as an excuse not to face it, Dean had to deal with it. Believe me I still wasn't sure what all of this kissing me while I was 'sleeping' stuff was, but I could certainly get used to it and that was what truly mattered to me right now…besides finding Sam.

"Good morning." I let out lazily, stretching and opening my eyes as Dean changed.

He smiled at me. "Get up and get dressed."

"How direct and forceful." I replied playfully since the tone he had used for me hadn't been harsh in the slightest. "I'll be ready in five minutes."

I got out of the bed and grabbed some clothes to change into to, then I went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth before I ran a comb through my hair and then pulled my hair back. Then I joined Dean in the main part of the motel room and with a smile and wave of his head, the two of us were out of the room and headed towards the sheriff station. Dean explained to me that he had taken the name, "Gregory Washington" because of the mishap in Saint Louis with the shapeshifter when I was off doing my thing and he had been framed for murder and then the shapeshifter died in his form and I simply nodded.

When we got in there, however, I took on the persona of his wife and though confused at first, I was rewarded by the glint of satisfaction in his eyes. We met with Deputy Kathleen Hudak, and asked her to search the missing persons. At first she thought we were covering the Jenkins case which was odd because the State Police weren't doing that to her knowledge, but Dean replied that he was looking for his cousin.

"We were having a few last night at this bar down by the highway and I haven't seen him since." Dean explained.

"Does your cousin have a drinking problem?" She asked Dean.

"Sam? 2 beers and he's doing Karaoke." Dean answered, a slight smile on his face when she smiled at him. "He wasn't drunk, he was taken."

She nodded at him. "Alright. What's his name?"

"Winchester. Sam Winchester." I replied, feeling slightly jealous even though I knew I shouldn't be.

"Like the rifle?" She asked, slightly amused.

Dean nodded. "Yeah, like the rifle."

She ran a search for him and came up with quite a lot of information about him.

Name: Samuel Winchester

Born: May 2, 1983

Place of birth: Lawrence, Kansas

Physical description: 6'4'' Height 180-190 lbs Brown Hair, Brown Eyes

No distinctive markings or tattoos

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Dean Winchester (deceased) - brother of the subject

The woman clicked on Dean's file and some more information was displayed on the screen.

Name: Dean Winchester

Born: January 24, 1979

Died: March 7, 2006

Place of birth: Lawrence, Kansas

Place of death: St. Louis, Missouri

Physical description: 6'4'' Height 175 lbs Brown Hair, Green Eyes

No distinctive markings or tattoos

Subject was prime suspect in multiple homicide investigation in St. Louis area prior to his death

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Samuel Winchester - brother of the subject

"Samuel Winchester." She said out loud. "So, you know that his brother Dean died in St. Louis? That he was suspected of murder?"

"Yeah, Dean…kinda the black sheep in the Winchester family—damn he was good looking though." I replied with a smile. "Is there anything on Sam though?"

Dean rested his hand on the hip of mine farthest from him and pulled me close to him, noting the care in my voice—and maybe rather happy with me that I thought he was good looking. Kathleen checked for Sam and told us he wasn't showing up in any current field reports or hospital records. I nodded slowly and then looked at Dean, who looked directly at Kathleen and decided to go for a completely different approach—mention the surveillance cameras outside the bar.

"I'm thinking the cam would pick up whatever took him—or whoever—" Dean immediately corrected himself.

Turned out that Kathleen had access to the traffic cams but to have things done the right way, Dean and I had to fill out a missing person's report about Sam. It was annoying but seemed like it absolutely had to be done, and so we filled it out and then we handed the report over to her.

"Officer, look, he's family. I kinda…I kinda look out for the kid. You have to let me go with you." Dean pleaded with her.

"I'm sorry, I can't do that." She replied and Dean looked a little upset.

"Well, tell me something. Your county has its fair share of missing persons, any of them come back?" He asked her when she didn't answer he nodded. "Sam is my responsibility and he's coming back, I'm bringing him back."

She nodded and went to go and get the two of us the images from the traffic cameras and I set to rubbing Dean's shoulders as he sat down. He was surprisingly rather relaxed given what was going on and when Kathleen got back with the images, she let Dean and I looked at them. There wasn't anything really interesting in them, but she showed us a van that was probably stolen and told us that it was most likely involved with Sam's disappearance—which meant an actual kidnapping…no demons or ghosts or anything supernatural…just humans.

"So you're pretty sure he was kidnapped by the people driving this van?" I asked her.

She nodded and we started searching for the van in the police car—however the vehicle didn't pass the next traffic cameras so the driver turned off somewhere. Add on that there was no road on the map but according to Kathleen and that spelled out trouble…especially when she explained that there were private roads allowing access to backwoods properties. Then her computer beeped and she explained that she ran our badge numbers just to be thorough and they had come up stolen. Not to mention I was a man with a unisex name and Dean was apparently an over weight black man.

"I lost some weight and I got that Michael Jackson skin disease." He told her with a small smile on his face.

She didn't believe him and I just sighed and she asked us to step out of the car but we really needed to find Sam and this was starting to make everything harder. Dean and I both knew that even though we were probably getting arrested when this was done Sam was the top priority and we had to fight to keep looking for him. Neither of us were about to give up on him, and we knew that we needed Kathleen's help whether she wanted to give it to us or not.

"Look, you want to arrest us? That's fine, we'll cooperate I swear but first please, let us find Sam." Dean explained to her.

I nodded and looked at her. "Sam is important to us and we need to find him."

"I don't even know who you are or if this Sam person's missing." She told us.

"Look into my eyes and tell me if I'm lying about this." Dean said firmly, pleading with her without actually pleading.

She gave him a look. "Identity theft—you two are impersonating officers."

"Here is the thing. When…when we were young, I pretty much pulled him from a fire and ever since then I've felt responsible for him—you know, like it's my job to keep him safe. I'm just afraid if we don't find him fast…please, he's my family." Dean explained to her.

"He's the only family that we have and we have to make sure he's safe." I added, grasping Dean's hand.

"I'm sorry; you've given me no choice. I have to take you in…" She told us, looking at a picture of a man and herself. "After we find Sam Winchester."

It made us feel rather thankful for her when she didn't arrest us because she needed our help, but it confused Dean and I little bit too. It was pretty late and it was best to keep us together, and by morning we were trying to find where the van had veered off and I was trying to rely on my instincts while Dean talked to Kathleen. Turned out the man in the picture with her was her brother, Riley, who had disappeared under the same conditions and despite all the research, they never found anything.

"I know what it's like to feel responsible for someone." She told us.

Dean and I nodded and sat in the back of the police car until I pointed out a road and Dean asked Kathleen to pull over. She did and then got out of the car and told us to stay back while she went to take a look, but we refused. Sam was our responsibility and neither of us were completely convinced that it was just a run of the mill kidnapping—of course we weren't going to tell her we thought it was demon related but come on…could it really just be some messed up human beings?

"You're civilians…and felons I think—I'm not taking you with me." She told us firmly.

Dean nodded. "You're not going without us."

"Alright, you promise you won't get involved; you'll let me handle it?" She asked us.

"Yeah, we promise." I piped up, really needing to save Sam.

She nodded slowly. "Shake on it."

Dean reached out to shake her hand, and she took the opportunity to handcuff him to the car door handle. Part of me was going to fight back but she could take me so I simply let her handcuff me to the handle as well and Dean made a disgruntled noise. He was pissed I just gave in so easy, but he was going to have to start giving me the benefit of the doubt—maybe even trusting me a little more.

"Kathleen, I really think you're gonna need our help." Dean told her.

"I'll manage, thank you." She told him and then headed off.

Dean sighed and gave me a look before looking at the cuffs. "I gotta start carrying paperclips."

"You think bobby pins will do?" I asked him with a smile.

I reached up with my free hand and got one out of my hair, handing it over to him as he beamed at me—apparently a bobby pin would do. He didn't say anything to me, but I knew by the cheeky grin on his face that he had something to say but he was keeping it to himself while he concentrated on picking the lock. We both heard an engine so he tried to be quicker about it, getting his off and then mine before he handed it back and I put it in my pocket and followed him as we followed Kathleen's path.

The two of us were dead set on getting in, freeing Sam and then punishing whomever or whatever had taken him. It was in that moment as we got to the barn where they were holding Sam that I realized I hated being away from Sam and Dean—I hated not being here to have their backs. Jen would always be my family and I would always love her more than life itself, but Sam and Dean were my family too and I couldn't leave them out here to simply fend for themselves. They meant everything to me and it was my job to stick by them and to make sure that neither of them would die—I could keep them safe and that was what I should have been doing.

"Sam, are you hurt?" Dean asked him.

Sam shook his head. "No."

"Damn, it's good to see you!" Dean exclaimed and I rested my hand on the cage.

"I leave you two alone and you get yourself kidnapped?" I asked Sam, and he smiled at me.

Kathleen spoke up though. "How did you get out of the cuffs?"

"Oh, I know a trick or two." Dean replied.

I smiled at him as I kissed Sam's hand through the gate and then Dean and I looked over the locks but they were complicated. Sam explained to us that they were controlled by a box and showed us there it was which was very helpful. At the same time, we were still kind of iffy about what or who had actually done this, and it wasn't so straight forward—but our lives weren't, so it was kind of expected.

"Have you seen them?" Dean asked Sam.

Sam nodded to us. "Yeah. Guys, they're just people."

"And they jumped you? You must be getting a little rusty there, kiddo. What do they want?" Dean asked as he headed for the control box.

"I don't know. They let Jenkins go, but that was some sort of trap." Sam explained. "It really doesn't make any sense."

"Yes well they don't have to play by any rules, do they? I mean normally what we look for is kind of straight forward—they follow a pattern." I said with a shrug.

Dean nodded. "She's right—people are just plain crazy."

"Did you guys see anything else on the way in?" Sam asked.

"There were a lot of cars and in case you didn't know, you're in a barn." I replied with a small smile. "I'm pretty sure they take the cars when they take the people."

That little bit of knowledge seemed to appeal to Kathleen and she looked at us as Dean tried to find the key to the cages. I was pretty sure they were inside but my attention was focused on Kathleen when she opened up her mouth to ask me a question that burning inside of her.

"Did you…did you see an old black Mustang?" She asked me.

I nodded slowly. "Yeah…yeah I did."

We all felt pretty bad when we realized that she was asking about a car that belonged to her brother, and Dean mentioned that the key had to be inside the house. I wasn't about to let him go search by himself, so the two of us headed into the basement of the house with flashlights, and found all sorts of collections of pictures. Then we headed upstairs as quiet as we could and we found some jars—one of which Dean picked up and I made a face…it had human teeth in it.

"Did you hear something?" I asked Dean softly.

He nodded and we turned around, facing a little girl and Dean said, "It's okay, I'm not gonna hurt you."

She nodded. "I know."

Then before I knew what was going on she threw a knife at Dean, pinning his jacket to the wall, then when I went to stop her from calling her father, she stabbed me with another one. I paused a second when Dean cried out my name and then looked down at my wound and the blood on my hands before the two other Benders showed up and Dean went to fight them. He was actually doing pretty well, and I sat down because I was starting to feel a little lightheaded.

"I'm gonna kick your ass first, and then yours." Dean told them, but the father knocked him unconscious with a frying pan and then knocked me out too, Dean regaining consciousness before me. "Oh you gotta be kidding me? That's what this is about? You…you yahoos hunt people?"

"You ever killed before?" The father asked Dean.

Dean paused a moment. "Well, it depends on what you mean."

"I've hunted all my life, just like my father and his before him. I've hunted deer and bear; I even got a cougar once. But the best hunt is human. Oh, there's nothing like it. Holding their life in your hands, seeing the fear in their eyes just before they go dark makes you feel powerful alive." The father replied.

"You're a sick puppy." Dean told him softly.

The father kept going. "We give him a weapon, give him a fighting chance. It's kinda like our tradition passed down, father to son. Of course, only one or two a year, never enough to bring the law down. We've never been that sloppy."

"Don't sell yourself short, you're plenty sloppy." I told them, wishing I didn't feel a tad dizzy.

Father Bender went up to Dean and looked him in the eye. "So what, you're with that pretty cop? You're a cop?"

"If I tell you, you promise not to make me into an ashtray?" Dean answered, and one of the sons hit him in the face.

"The only reason I don't let my boys take you right here and now is that there's something I need to know." Father Bender explained.

Dean scoffed a little. "How about "it's not nice to marry your sister?"

The man grabbed a heated up poker and asked Dean if there were more cops on the way looking for them and I swallowed. I was in a lot of pain and pretty sure Dean still had something cheeky left in him to say, and I wanted him to be careful because I didn't want him hurt. Maybe he didn't remember, but I couldn't lose him—he meant far too much to me and now I was starting to freak out because the knife had obviously hit something semi-serious.

"Eat me! Oh no, no, no, wait, wait… you actually might." Dean said, and the son that had hit him before made a face.

"Stop playing games and answer the question—you play games and we'll play games." The son threatened Dean and Dean made a noise when I opened my mouth to speak, and so I shut my mouth. "Looks like there's gonna be a hunt tonight after all, boy and you get to pick the animal: the boy or the cop?"

I shook my head. "No one else is coming, all right?"

"I will stick this in your eye." The son holding the poker to Dean's face explained.

"The boy!" Dean said suddenly. "I pick the boy."

We were both aware that Sam was the one that could actually take care of himself out of the two of them—Sam or Kathleen—and yet I felt bad about it. These were hunters and as much as they wanted a game, they didn't want any trouble and we had brought a cop with us. Blame my feelings, but I knew that this really wasn't going to end well, and I needed to get untied.

"Lee, go do it." The father said, handing his son the key that Dean and I had come in to search for to free Kathleen and Sam. "Don't let him out though. Shoot him in the cage."

"What? I thought you said you're gonna hunt him, you're gonna give him a chance." Dean said suddenly.

The father looked at Dean. "Lee, when you're done with the boy, shoot the bitch too. We'll clean up this mess before any more cops come running around here."

The moment we heard a shot Dean yelled, "You hurt my brother I'll kill you, I swear. I'll kill you all, I WILL KILL YOU ALL!"

Father Bender called out for Lee but when he didn't answer he told his other son, Jerry to go with him to check, and left us with Missy—the little girl. It was actually kind of embarrassing that I had been stabbed by a 13 year-old girl, but I was trying not to dwell on it when Sam came in and got Dean and I untied as she ran off. I went after her even though I was bleeding and managed to lock her up in a closet before going back downstairs and trying to explain to Sam and Dean that I was fine.

"You need to have that looked at." Sam told me and Dean made a face and then cleared his throat a little which made Sam smirk. "Dean would you like to check her over and see if I missed something?"

"I believe Kathleen is still out there." Dean said and I nodded so we headed out to find her.

When we got outside she was coming out of the barn and when she asked where Missy was we explained where she was and I told her that I locked her in a closet. Then Dean wanted to know where Father Bender was and she said she shot him while he was trying to escape but I was pretty sure it was revenge. All I wanted to do was get to a hospital and I smiled at Dean when he let me lean on him for support…for some reason I was seriously falling for him.

"So, the State Police and the FBI are gonna be here within the hour, they're gonna want to talk to you…I suggest that you're both long gone by then." Kathleen explained after she talked to the sheriff station.

"Thanks." Dean replied. "Listen, I don't mean to press our luck but we're kinda in the middle of nowhere and she's been stabbed…think we could catch a ride?"

Kathleen nodded. "Start walking… duck if you see a squad car."

"Sounds great to me, thanks." Sam told her.

I smiled at her. "Don't worry I get it and there's honestly no hard feelings."

"Listen, huh…I'm sorry about your brother." Dean said slowly.

Kathleen smiled and nodded. "Thank you. It was really hard not knowing what happened to him, I thought it would be easier once I knew the truth, but… it isn't really. Anyway, you should go."

The three of us nodded and moved away from her, and Dean opened up my jacket and looked over my wound and I pushed his hand away when he got a worried look on his face. He sighed loudly and told me to stop, and I rolled my eyes and shook my head and then he gave me a look and I pointed to Sam—there was no way I was going to let him carry me when we had found Sam and Sam was all right.

"Don't ever do that again!" Dean scolded Sam.

Sam laughed a little. "Do what?"

"Go missing like that." Dean replied.

"You were worried about me." Sam told him happily.

Dean gave him a look. "All I'm saying is that you vanish like that again, I'm not looking for you."

"Sure you will." Sam told him.

"I'm not." Dean protested, but the three of us knew he really would.

It was actually kind of adorable the looks the two were giving each other and I wanted more than anything for them to stay this way forever. I envied their relationship—mostly because I missed Annie and the two of them seemed so close and so willing to do absolutely anything for each other.

"So, you got sidelined by a 13 year-old girl, huh?" Sam asked Dean with a laugh.

Dean gave him a look. "Oh shut up."

"Just saying you're getting rusty there, kiddo." Sam replied.

"Shut up." Dean told him laughing.

I smiled at them and then stopped and Dean turned around as we walked. "You know speaking of the creepy girl can you please carry me before I pass out?"

Dean smiled too as Sam reached out to stroke my hair and he picked me up, making a joke about how heavy I was that made me hit him in the shoulder, but we knew it was a joke…we knew that there was something about the moment that was bringing us closer together.

Note: Next chapter very soon. I'm pretty much trying to work on all of my SPN stories because the new season though making me upset mostly, is giving me soooooo much inspiration. The other stories will get updated too though.