So I was studying and then a plot bunny decided to sit on my brain and just kept hopping up and down on it until I opened up my laptop and started to type, and then I just couldn't stop and well, you can guess the rest. ..

Angel, Spike, Ron or Draco?

Sam and Wendy heard a loud shout and a snarl and looked at each other. Dean had told them to circle the area whilst he checked the alley. They sprinted towards the sound and saw Dean flying through the air, slamming into a wall. Sam was ahead of Wendy and aimed his gun at the werewolf. He fired a shot grazing the werewolf's shoulder as it moved before it grabbed the dumpster and threw it at him forcing him to roll to the side dropping his gun in the process.

The werewolf turned back to Dean and raised it's arm over it's head preparing to swipe it's claws across him.

"Hey Baldy!" yelled Wendy. "You don't want him, he's all tough meat, get stuck in your teeth, nice and juicy over here." she said her gun drawn as she tried to get a clear shot to the creature's heart not wanting to shoot and miss, she only had 3 bullets. The creature turned towards her and snarled. "That's it buddy, come and get it." she said quietly taking aim as Sam scrambled in the dim light trying to find his gun. Suddenly the creature charged towards Wendy before leaping into the air. As it reared over her, she squeezed the trigger 3 times in rapid succession shooting it square in the chest.

The werewolf whined as it crashed into her knocking her flat on her back squeezing all the air out of her. She vaguely heard someone yelling her name as she tried to push the dead weight off of her. Suddenly the werewolf was being pulled off of her and she grabbed the outstretched hand in front of her face. She felt herself being pulled to her feet and found that the hand belonged to Sam. Dean walked up to them rubbing his back. "Baldy? That was one of the hairiest sum-bitches I've ever seen." said Dean with a chuckle that quickly turned into a groan as the pain in his back worsened with the movement.

"I was . .. you see. .. it was the first thing that popped in my head ok." said Wendy with a playful pout as the trio walked out of the alleyway, the boys congratulated her on taking down her first werewolf. "Though I softened him up for you first, Miss Nice and juicy." teased Dean earning himself a soft punch on the shoulder.

None of them saw Uriel stepping out of the shadows as they left the alley. "Soon you'll be out of my way little witch." he muttered before he disappeared.

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Dean sat on the motel bed twisting side to side as he tried to make the pain in his back go away, it was close to midnight and rain was pouring outside. Wendy walked out of the bathroom dressed in a black t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants rubbing a towel on her damp hair. It had taken almost a whole bar of soap to get the werewolf guts off of her but she finally felt clean. She chuckled as she watched Dean twist, his arms bent at his sides.

"What's the matter Dean, can't find your tail?" she asked. Dean looked up at her prepared to give her a witty comeback but they all flew out of his head as he caught sight of her. Her skin had that fresh, open, just washed look and the way her damp hair fell about her shoulders, the complete picture was mesmerizing. Wendy plopped down on the bed next to him, still drying her hair, not catching the dazed look he was giving her.

Sam walked into the room and saw his brother staring at Wendy. "Dude close your mouth, you'll catch flies." he said with a laugh.

"This is me ignoring you." said Dean as he turned away from Sam and resumed twisting. Sam lay on his stomach on his bed and turned on the TV. Wendy saw Dean twisting and turning and felt the pain in his back like it was her own. She'd tried to get her most recent power under control but no orb of light had appeared so she couldn't put it in a ball.

"Lie down." she said motioning with her hands as she stood up.

"Come again." asked Dean as he looked at her quizically.

"Your back is killing me and I think I can fix it." she said as she grabbed a bottle of lotion off the nightstand. Dean shook his head but lay down on his stomach as she instructed.

"lose the shirt." she said as she pulled her hair into a ponytail.

"Bossy aren't we." said Dean as he pulled his shirt over his head, making her stick her tongue out at him as she squirted lotion into her hand.

"Do you guys want me to leave?" asked Sam with an amused grin before Dean threw his balled up shirt at him and Wendy stuck her tongue out at him as she rubbed her palms together.

"Shouldn't you at least buy me din. . . .oh dear Lord." burst out Dean as Wendy's hands made contact with his skin.

"What was that?" asked Wendy as she firmly kneaded his back enjoying the feel of his firm muscles under her hands, she had to focus really hard to keep herself from drooling all over the masterpiece in front of her.

"Nothing." said Dean was he folded his arms under his head doing his best to stay quiet and avoiding the amused looks he knew Sam was shooting him, her hands on his back were damn near magic. She moved closer to the bed as she dug in a little deeper making small firm circles with her hands. She knew it was working because she could feel the pain slowly edging away. She ran her fingertips up his back before kneading her way back down to his lower back then up again. Dean fought back a moan as her hands did their work. "Damn Wendy, you've got magic hands."

"Well I am a witch after all." Wendy chuckled as she gradually slowed her movements feeling that the pain was completely gone. She stopped and sat on the bed next to him. Dean couldn't hold back the groan that escaped as her hands stopped. "Why'd you stop?" he asked moving to sit up.

"Pain's gone." she replied grinning at him before leaning back against the headboard checking out what Sam was watching. "The notebook? seriously?" she asked Sam as Dean pulled his shirt back on after a few experimental twists delighted to find the pain was gone.

"What can I say, it's a classic." said Sam as Wendy rolled her eyes and laughed. "No chickflicks tonight Sammy." said Dean grabbing the remote from Sam before sitting next to Wendy as he changed the channel settling on reruns of Buffy.

"Thanks for fixing my back." said Dean as he handed the remote back to Sam.

"Anytime." she said shooting him a grin.

They watched the show whilst Dean rooted for Angel and Wendy and Sam rooted for Spike. Dean and Sam got into an argument over which one was better for Buffy. Wendy couldn't help but laugh, two badass hunters arguing over which vampire better suited the slayer. "Gotta love the irony in that." she thought to herself as she stifled a yawn.

After a few minutes Dean felt pressure on his right arm and looked down to see that a sleeping Wendy had fallen on him. He smiled as he gently fixed her on the bed so she was lying down. He pulled the blanket over her shoulders then heard a soft snore. He realised Sam was fast asleep too. Dean grinned down at his brother's sleeping form before grabbing a permanent marker from his bag. Payback for Sam's smug looks earlier, there'd be hell to pay when Sam saw his face, but it was worth it thought Dean to himself with a grin as he took a picture with his phone.

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Dean stuffed the marker back in his bag then took a step back to admire his handiwork. Sam would think twice before looking at him smugly again. He turned off the lights and went over to his bed. Wendy had already rolled about in her sleep and both her right arm and leg were hanging off the bed. Dean gently fixed her on the bed and slid into it next to her. She unconsciously reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck pulling herself closer to him burying her face in his chest.

He looked down at her as he curled his arms about her, he loved falling asleep with her in his arms, it felt so . . . right. Whenever she looked at him, her eyes were always filled with trust, there was never any judgement, even though she knew the things he'd done. She made him feel like he wasn't a monster, the hole inside him always felt a lot smaller when she was around. She shifted in her sleep and murmured something incoherent that sounded a little bit like kangaroo making him break into a smile. He remembered her singing the kangaroo song as she bounced on the couch. He flashed back to the kiss that had followed and he sighed softly, it had been one of the best kisses in his life and if she'd been just another nameless girl he would have let things progress, spiral out of control right there on the couch, but this was Wendy, sweet, innocent Wendy who trusted him, believed he was a good guy. She deserved better than that, he would do his best to live up to the image she had of him.

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The next morning Sam stomped into the motel room and slammed the door. Wendy sat up rubbing her eyes as she felt Dean leap out of the bed and take off running.

"S' being attacked?" asked Wendy groggily as she blinked trying to clear her vision, hearing the bathroom door slam. "Whoa Sam, I didn't think you were such a hardcore Harry Potter fan." said Wendy doing her best not to burst out laughing. Sam was livid with anger, Dean had drawn round glasses on Sam's face, a lightning scar on his forhead and on his cheeks were the words "I love Draco." Sam strode over to the bathroom and began to bang on the door. "Dean open this door right now."

"Lighten up Sammy." came the yell from the bathroom.

"I don't believe you Dean, you know how many Harry potter jokes I had thrown at me before I realised what was going on? A little girl in pigtails walked up to me and kicked me in the shin because according to her Ron would be better than Draco for Harry." yelled Sam as he continued to bang on the door.

"It's not my fault you didn't look in a mirror before you left the room." yelled Dean in between bursts of laughter.

"Dean I swear, I'm gonna skin you alive, right after I stick that marker up your . .. .."

Wendy got out of bed and walked over to the table picking up one of the cups of coffee Sam had brought back. She sat at the table sipping it as she listened to the boys yell back and forth through the bathroom door. She opened her notebook on the table and sketched angry Sam banging on the bathroom door as he yelled at Dean and a laughing Dean on the other side of the door. She smiled as she drew, there was never a dull moment with the boys.

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