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Beautiful pain

"I-I just can't believe this, Dean," Sam whispered as they stood outside of the motel room so Darcy – no, wait, Kerry – couldn't hear them. "What if it's just coincidence? Maybe it is a fake I.D and-"

"There's no point in 'ifs' and 'buts', Sammy," Dean sighed heavily, one arm leaning against the brick wall. "Only one way to find out…I just needed you to know so you can prepare yourself for the worse." He knew his brother had grown fond of the little huntress. "And I need you to have my back on this, Sammy," he hated the way his voice broke but this situation wasn't an easy one. Darcy had become a good friend. Hell, a few more days and Dean knew she'd have been family.

Sam nodded, his expression changing as he stood up straighter. He knew Dean needed support with this, and there was no way in hell Sam was gonna let him down. "I'm here for you, Dean."

Dean gave him a grateful look.

Kerry couldn't help the way her guard was automatically up when she exited the bathroom. There was something about the atmosphere…even though Sam and Dean smiled at her like they usually did. Dean even checked her out. But it was just…different.

"You guys okay?" she questioned cautiously with a frown, rubbing a towel against her wet hair as she sat down on the motel bed. Maybe Sam's hangover was catching up with him, and maybe Dean never really recovered from his…

There was a bang from underneath the table and Sam winced before nodding and giving her a smile. If she didn't know better, she'd say that Dean just kicked him. But why? "Yeah, everything's fine, Kerry." Sam assured her.

She gave them a small smile and a nod before concentrating on drying her hair. There was something off about what he said…she couldn't quite put her finger on it but until she could figure out what it was, there was no point in calling them out on it. Maybe she was just being paranoid. Almost a year of running could do that to you.

Dean stared at Sam with wide eyes when Kerry looked away from them. 'What the hell, man?' he mouthed, wondering how the hell Sam could slip up so quickly and call her by her real name, the one they weren't supposed to know about.

Sam grimaced, knowing he'd messed up. 'I'm sorry.' He mouthed back with a shrug, his face guilty and saddened by the simple fact that – she didn't even blink when he'd said it. It wasn't looking good.

Dean knew this too and gave Sam a heartbreaking look. He didn't have good luck with chicks. Well, he did when it came to sex. He probably had better luck than most men, but when it came to ones he liked – really liked, liked – something always went wrong. Winchesters seemed to be cursed that way.

Dean let out a quiet sigh before flicking his head to the motel door. He knew what he had to do now.

Sam quirked an eyebrow at him, silently asking, 'You sure?'

Dean nodded and repeated the action, rolling his eyes and mouthing 'Just go.'

"Well," Sam stood up, making Kerry glance over at him as she continued to rub her hair. "I'm gonna, uh, go and…look at the vending machine outside." He said, almost in a mumble before heading towards the door and stepping outside.

Kerry waited until the door was closed and Sam was gone before snorting. "He's a weird one, isn't he?" she questioned, trying to keep her voice from sounding suspicious. She definitely knew something was up now.

"Sammy? Oh, uh, yeah." Dean nodded, scratching the back of his neck with a nervous chuckle, hoping that Sam hadn't just blown it. Dammit, Sammy. Clearing his throat, he stood up, his eyes catching the weapons bag which sat behind her on the bed. A idea formed in his head as he headed towards her.

She watched him cautiously as he approached and her body stiffened when he knelt down in front of her. What was he playing at? Having him so close made her heart speed up and palms sweat. Not to mention, heat filled her stomach. Was this why Sammy was acting weird? Why the atmosphere was different? Had Dean wanted a chance to make a move on her before they went their separate ways? Butteries fluttered in her belly at the idea and she knew that if he came onto her right now, her body was more than ready for it.

He was nervous. He didn't want to do this, and could probably go about this is a completely different way but for a moment, he just wanted to pretend that he didn't find out that information. That she was the same girl they'd hunted with, drank with and laughed with. "Hey there," he said quietly, his eyes searching hers with a sad smile on his lips.

She swallowed thickly. "Hey." Her voice was just as quiet and she didn't even notice that she'd stopped drying her hair and had dropped the towel.

Lifting one hand, he tucked some damp strands of her behind her ears, the same sad smile lifting his lips. "You're really beautiful, you know that?" he was being honest.

She took a shaky breath, feeling her heart jump at his words. Licking her lips, she looked down shyly, "Thanks," she told him, glancing up and looking at him from under her eyelashes. "You are too."

He thought the movement was adorable and couldn't help himself any longer. Leaning forward, his nose brushed hers and he stared into her eyes questioningly, giving her a chance to back out.

She nodded, giving him her answer as her eyes fluttered closed.

When his lips touched hers, he waited for a few moments, just enjoying the feeling before pulling back, licking his lips and going in again – this time deeper, longer and harder.

Her hands rested on top of his shoulders, squeezing them as her body reacted. Her panties were getting wetter by the second and she could feel her nipples hardening in her bra. He was good – very good.

His own hands wrapped around her lower back, pulling her closer to him as he deepened the kiss even more. He got lost in it for a few moments, almost forgetting what he was meant to be doing. It was nice to pretend but he couldn't live in his little fantasy forever.

Anger filled him as he remembered what she'd done; who she really was. This wasn't Darcy. This was Kerry. A murderer. Someone who murdered their own father and probably wouldn't hesitate to do the same to him and Sammy. No way in hell would he let that happen.

He moved one hand to her thigh where he slowly started to lip it upwards, keeping her distracted as the other hand reached into the weapons bag behind her and pulled out a gun.

Her breath hitched when he touched her thigh and she held her breath, wanting to feel him touch her so badly. She didn't know the next time she would get one of her 'episodes' where touch repulsed her so she wanted to do this desperately, knowing they might not get another chance. "Dean…" she breathed against his lips, hands pulling him closer, desperate to feel him-

A pain went through her head and then everything went black.

Dean caught her before she hit the floor. He'd hit her with the butt of his gun, knocking her out so he'd be able to tie her up. He laid her on the bed for a moment, needing to wait for the tent in his pants to go down. She may be a murderer but he was Dean, and she was hot.

Standing over her, he looked down at her with mixed feelings. He couldn't stop seeing her as Darcy but he was supposed to believe that she was a murderer? This wasn't gonna be easy.

With a heavy sigh, he reached into the same bag as before and pulled out some rope.

The first thing she noticed was that the room was spinning and there was a feeling of dry liquid down the back of her neck, as well as a throbbing pain in her head. The next thing she noticed was how tightly her hands and feet were bound, and that she was in a sitting position. It was that moment when she realized that she was tied to a chair.

A pang of hurt shot through her. She may not have known them for that long but they were the first people she had considered her friends in a long time.

Lifting her head was a struggle since she was still hazy with unconsciousness. Squinting her eyes, she could just about make out a figure sitting on the bed opposite her, just to the right. She didn't need to see properly to know who it was. "Dean..." She called weakly, shaking her head. "It's not-"

"Shut it." He ordered angrily the second he heard her voice. He felt hurt; betrayed. From the time they worked together on the hunt he had grown quite fond of the pretty little hunter only to discover that she was a enemy. "No more, alright Darcy?" He paused for a moment before letting out a humorless laugh and shaking his head as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. "Hell, Darcy ain't even your name is it, Kerry?"

She swallowed thickly and lowered her head in defeat. "I couldn't tell you my real name. Just in case." She whispered brokenly.

"Just in case..." He laughed again. "Just in case we found out 'bout how you killed those men in cold blood?" He questioned angrily, standing up and walking over to her. He stopped just before he reached her and knelt down, his fingers going to her chin as he forced her to look at him. "You're' a helluva an actress. Anyone tell you that before?" Hurt shone in his eyes. "Bet you coulda won awards for your performance. A freakin'Oscar." Shaking his head, he roughly let go of her chin, making her eyes go to the floor again. "Certainly had me n' Sammy fooled."

Kerry swallowed back her tears. "I wasn't acting." She argued back at him. "I swear, I wasn't."

Rolling his eyes, he stood back up and made his way over to the dining table. "Sure, sweetheart."

A wave of panic hit her. "I wasn't Dean! You have to believe me!" She begged as her tears won the battle and began to form in her eyes. Shit, he wasn't going to believe her, was he?

He scoffed as he sat down at the table. "So you didn't kill those hunters?"

She held back a sob and couldn't bring herself to reply to him.

End

Just in case you didn't notice, the last bit was from the first half of chapter 1. The sequel will be about her, what she did, and what Sam and Dean are gonna do about it. It will have all your answers, a lot of angst, plenty of action, sexual tension and maybe even more romance!

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