During the next week they did several things in preparation for the final meeting with Jack. The first was to research the fact that Prince Eddie was in fact buried in the hallowed halls of the royal palace in London. A quick phone call to Bobby, a friend of their fathers, opened the doors to possibly contacting a hunter or two in England who could help them, but that seemed a long shot since any English hunter they could get in touch with would be just as much a rogue as they were and most likely not in the area or position to help them.

Dean made the reference that made the most sense which was that he and Sam where from Kansas but if someone from London called and asked them to burn some bones there they wouldn't even know how to laugh hard enough since they hardly ever went back there. So trying to find what linked the spirit here took a back seat to making sure Vivian, the only other Irish girl left at the Diamond Club besides Rachel, was safe. The next part of the case came crashing down on them unexpectedly as the took care of that.

Dean insisted Rachel bunk with them so she wouldn't be left alone. Sam joined in on the petition so she had little choice but to agree. A phone call from Max told her that the club wouldn't be open for 3 days due to the killing of two of his girls so she had time to move her stuff in one hot afternoon. He also asked her if she was one of the girls who wanted to call it quits at the club after all that had happened.

She told him that she would be back to work in three days no matter what. He informed her that she was one of only 12 girls that decided to stay on. To her dismay he informed her that Vivian was of them. She didn't want to do what she had to do to keep the girl safe but if that's what had to be done then so be it.

Three days with Dean sharing the same room was a sort of torture. The three of them took turns sleeping on the thick sleeping bag she had on the floor. The first night Sam gave his bed up to her and slept on floor, which wasn't so bad. The next night it was Dean's turn and she slept in his bed, surrounded by his masculine scent on his pillow and the intimacy of her body stretched out in on his mattress was enough to plague her with erotic dreams of his hands and mouth all night. Which cured her of a fear that she would have the recurring nightmare of her sister drowning with them to witness her night terrors. The last night she slept on the sleeping bag and actually had a peaceful, dreamless sleep.

Being in such close quarters with him during the day was heard enough though, several times she caught glimpses of him pulling a shirt over his head after a shower, or going down to an under shirt when they where just settling in for the night, hence glimpses of beautiful bare skin and toned biceps, or outlines of shoulder blades that made her imagine a well defined back that tapered down to a slim waist and a gorgeous butt.

She tried not to stare, but damn it was hard. If she had been a guy she would have been walking around with a constant hard on. Sam too was nothing to squawk at, she found that the younger Winchester had just as much a beautiful body as his brother, even more well defined actually, with harder planes and sharper angles from what she could tell. But Sam was not the problem. As much as she enjoyed the presence of both of the handsome brothers and their very sensual male bodies it was Dean that had her in a constant state of horny arousal. Sam was her friend and as beautiful as he was it was Dean that was more to her taste, in sex appeal and body. Sam was too sweet to think about like that.

She wondered at one point if Dean thought the same about her. She tried to be as discreet as possible and not be sexy at all around him but she was sure she had seen him staring just a bit too long when she was in her pajama bottoms that hung low on her hips with her tank top. She kept her bra on all the times to avoid giving him a peek at hard nipples or heavy breasts.

One such moment came while they where getting ready for bed and she was in such pajamas and tank top. Sam was in the shower, it was just her and Dean in the room. It was his turn to sleep on the sleeping bag so he. also in sleeping clothes of pajama bottoms, a white t-shirt and bare feet, was setting it up between the two twin beds, she had just climbed into his bed and was picking at a hang nail while watching the news when she heard him speak.

"When'd you get that?" He asked.

She looked up to see him staring at her chest right under her collar bone. She glanced down and saw what he was referring to which was the 1 inch star she had tattooed there.

"Oh this?" She said running her fingertips shape done in black ink. "Me and Kelly had the same one done about three years ago in LA it's actually a pentagram."

He squinted his eyes at it. At a glance it looked just to be an ordinary star in done in black ink with the points shaded just a bit at the tips and fading inward to her skin color. He sat on the bed facing her and leaned in for a closer look. She watched him and tried not to notice her heart beating a little faster at his proximity or his close inspection of her.

"Oh yeah. I see it now." He said noticing the very faint lines across the inside of the star that connected the points and made it not a star but an actual pentagram.

"Did you get that because of Justice Hannagan or just because you like looking like a pagan?" He asked leaning back and looking up into her eyes.

She smiled at him. A little surprised.

"You know the legend?" She asked.

"Sure do. First hunter ever made, told by Pagan witches about all things supernatural and how to hunt them after his family was murdered by Werewolves."

She nodded.

"They marked him with their symbol so other pagans around the world would know who he was and help him in his travels." She finished.

"You know part of that legends says that they MADE the first werewolves to kill his family so they would have a wounded soul to go after all the other nasty things out there?" He said.

"Part of that legend also says that the mark was protection against anything. Spells, rites, possession."

"So you never answered my question. Why did you get it and why not the full pentagram? Why hide it?" He asked.

"I got it because 1-" She counted her finger. "I think it's a cool legend about where our kind possibly came from. 2-"

She counted her next finger. "I think me and Kelly where trying to start a trend where all hunters get the same tattoo so that we can all recognize eachother." She said as they both began chuckling at the ridiculous idea. "And 3, I didn't get the full pentagram because people see it as demonic."

"Totally unrealistic. Not a sign of the Devil at all." He said with a shake of his head and a slight purse of his full lips that made her think again about kissing them.

"I know that. But the masses don't. I didn't think it was a good idea to call attention to myself by walking around with a 'Mark Of Satan' etched into my skin. So I hid it." She said making quotation marks with her fingers. "You or Sam got any?" She asked before she could stop herself. Hoping to maybe see some of his beautiful skin.

He shook his head. "Sam would cry too much and I didn't think messing with perfection was necessary." He said with a snooty lift of his chin.

She couldn't help but laugh. Or agree with him more.

"That your only one?" He asked.

She felt the urge to say no and not show him the other one but she felt his proximity in the form of slight prickling of her skin and a warm feeling in her stomach. Not unpleasant. In her other life before losing Kelly she had been a bit of a wild child. She'd had a healthy sexual appetite and took pride in being a cock tease. She knew that men loved her curves and long hair and loved to bat her eyelashes and sit just a little too close.

She hadn't felt that way in months. Grief had consumed almost every thought, even the ones that where about something else were always kissed by the little butterflies of what had happened and that she was now alone. Always just behind her awareness. She'd never felt the need to be that girl again.

Until right now. Sitting here facing Dean Winchester. She felt a little naughty and just couldn't resist.

"Yeah. I got one more but it's just a regualr tattoo. Something I saw and wanted. But it's kinda low, not sure if I should show you." She said and then waited for him to ask.

The hot silence between them was thick. As was his hazel gaze on her. The obvious flirtation now was something she knew he wouldn't back away from and that sudden thought sent a slight pang of Dred through her. Why was she doing this? Was she crazy? She couldn't go through with this so way start? What if she couldn't stop herself? The running of the water in the bathroom reminded her that Sam was there too. So nothing she did now would go very far anyway. She felt a little better at the thought.

"Show me." He said. His voice just a little deeper than usual.

The wash of heat that shot through her made her nipples begin to harden. His voice saying something so intimate to her, as if it was a challenge was maddening. As she stared back at him she imagined what his hands and mouth could do if his voice and eyes could have such an effect on her.

Not about to back down, and slightly enjoying their little game, she got to her knees on the bed, he looked up at her and she looked down at him, her hair falling over her shoulder in a shiny black wave, she only broke eye contact when she turned around to face the wall behind her, still kneeling on the bed.

She reached across the nape of her neck and pulled the rest of her hair over her shoulder so that it wouldn't fall down her back anymore, then raised the back of her shirt just a bit as she pulled down the waist of her pajama pants in inch or so to reveal tribal Indian scroll work tattooed in black just below the small of her back and fanning out toward her hips.

She heard the soft intake of his breath and smiled to herself as she pictured in her mind the sight of the thin black lines etched into her smooth skin and accenting the flare of her hips and narrowness of her back.

"Wow." He said.

She smiled to herself.

"We got drunk one night and each picked out a tattoo for the other. She picked this one out for me and I picked out a purple butterfly for the back of her shoulder." She said recalling the memory of how much her little sister had loved the tiny little winged thing she'd picked out.

"It's beautiful." She heard him say but then he did something she didn't expect.

She felt the lightest brush of his fingertips across her skin against the ink. Her whole body stiffened and her heart began to pound. His touch was not unwelcome, but very unexpected. She relaxed and tried to think of her next move. She'd been out of the game for a long time, what had she been thinking about to start playing with Dean?

"Very sexy." He almost whispered as his fingers moved with a little more pressure, making her skin react with goosebumps.

Did she really think she could do this? He was a master at this game. Not intimidated by her at all, he'd extended her challenge.

"Thank you." She said back more huskily than she'd intended and closed her eyes to enjoy his touch for just a micro second longer before pulling her shirt down.

She turned back around and sat again facing him, pushing her hair back over her shoulder to fall behind her once again.

"Kelly had great taste." She said because it was the only thing she could think of.

They were silent for a second before she saw him give the tiniest smile. Just a slight upturn of one corner of his mouth accompanied by the slightest rise in one of his eyebrows. A mini version of his trade mark smirk which still held the same mind numbing sexiness of the full version.

"What?" She asked with a smile of her own.

"Are you TRYING to make me crazy or what?" He asked.

Stunned by the bluntness of his question, she felt her eyes widen a bit and her heart pick up just a little more speed. Those nine words spoken with such blaten meaning put it all on the table. Finally put into words the awkwardness they'd tiptoed around since the last job, which was that they were attracted to eachother. Looking at him with his intense gaze locked on her and his blazing question still ringing in her ears she decided not to play dumb. Her answer wasn't much of an answer as much as it was a plea.

"Don't." She said with a small head shake.

Her tone asking for mercy more than giving a warning. Asking him to please not make her admit it. To please just let this all go unsaid as it had thus far until she could get away from him.

"No. Seriously." He went on showing her not a bit of the mercy she asked for. "You show me tattoo's-"

"You asked."

"We sit under trees in the middle of the night-"

"YOU followed ME."

"You slow dance with me-"

"YOU made me." She said, trying to stop his blunt assault by pointing out his role in it all. "You said that you weren't going to let me make you the biggest looser in the bar next to the guy in the hat. Remember?"

She could just slap the cocky look right off his face. She was uncomfortable and he was enjoying it. Or was it something else? She thought as they sat in silence again for another agonizing second before he gave a slight shrug, nodded his head and turned his gaze down to his fingers interlaced in his lap.

"Your right." He said. But when he looked back up at her his expression had changed. His eyes turned into hot missiles that shot through her with the sexiest hazel intensity.

"So I guess the real question is am I trying to make you crazy?" He said with another slight raise of his eyebrow.

BASTARD. She thought as soon as she had taken in his question.

Fighting the urge to look away from him, she didn't answer but held his gaze. The excitement grew inside her to maddening heights. It was a long time since she had played like this with a guy. Or been played with the way he was playing with her. Yet she sensed it was more than a game. He wanted her. She wanted him. This was all that coming to a head of sorts.

"Is it working?" He asked when she remained silent.

Once again she held her tongue. What could she say? She didn't want to lead him on and let him think that she was emotionally available for this right now. She wasn't. She was way too fucked up in her head to consider it. Yet she couldn't help the fact that she was very attracted to him. In the end, her common sense won out and she took the safe road.

"No." She said. Hoping to shut him down with that one word and be done with it. But once again, Dean Winchester was not to be underestimated. A fact she fully understood with his one word response.

"Liar."

He almost whispered the word, calling her bluff with heat and intensity and desire shining in his eyes. She held his gaze and wondered if she stood a chance.

Sam saved her at that moment by walking into the room fully dressed for bed and running a towel through his damp hair. She looked away from Dean at the same time he looked away from her. She silently thanked Sam for his presence and cursed him for not being done sooner.

She looked to see his step falter at the sight of them sitting together face to face on the bed. His brow furrowing slightly. Then Dean opened his mouth before Sam could ask if he had interrupted something.

"Thank God, Sam!" Dean said dramatically as he stood. "I thought you had drowned in there!"

With that Dean went back to making his bed on the floor.

"Um...No." Sam said trying not be awkward. But clearly realizing that he had walked into a private moment between the two of them. "No drowning. The water just felt really good is all."

With that Sam sat on his bed and continued to dry his floppy brown hair.

She settled back into bed and tried to avoid Deans eyes. But at the last second before he laid down on the sleeping bag she caught his glance and locked with it knowingly for a second. The look said that the conversation wasn't finished, just delayed.

She turned her back to him and faced the window as Sam turned out the lights for the night, his hot gaze still fresh in her mind as she drifted to sleep.