Three days passed. The bunker was nice; I enjoyed the firing range and gym, working out and cooking in the kitchen. At Sam's request Dean and I had been testing the limits of our bond lately and we discovered that, with practice, we were able to travel farther away from each other than we previously could without causing me pain. I hypothesized that it was because our souls were closer now than ever before which somehow allowed our physical bodies to be farther apart. It was a great improvement in my opinion. We experimented and found we could be a few miles away from each other. Dean traveled all the way into town while I remained in the bunker and our mental bond never weakened or wavered and I felt zero pain. We always knew what the other was doing and where they were but now we could get some distance.

On the fourth day I was standing in the kitchen, arguing with Dean and Sam while Castiel watched with a slightly fearful look on his face. I had started to think of him as a somewhat fluffy kid, or maybe a kitten, in a trench coat. He was a full angel which angelic grace. This distinction was apparently necessary because at one point he had lost his Grace but had recovered it a few months ago. He was sweet and socially awkward, his earnestness and confused demeanor made him endearing in my eyes. But at that moment my attention was solely focused on the two brothers who were thoroughly pissing me off to no end.

"This is fucking sexist, I can't believe you two." I yelled with my fists clenched at my sides.

"No it's smart."

"How is it smart Dean?! I'm a hunter, I can handle one little witch and you're telling me that I have to stay here while you two take care of it yourselves?!"

"A vision could drop you at any time; we can't risk that or you getting hurt," stated a more reasonable tone of voice.

"Shut it Samantha! This is not about my visions, because I can control those now. This about you two not thinking I'm strong enough to hunt with you!"

"We don't need to be in the middle of a hunt and be worrying about you! It will distract us from what we're doing and could get everyone killed!" Dean was scowling and not budging an inch.

"Fuck you! I've been hunting for over a decade and I haven't even died once unlike you two," they looked insulted at my words, "Yeah! I went there! I've been hunting alone for this long with no brother to watch my back or fluffy angel to heal my wounds so you guys can take your worry for me and stick it where the sun don't shine because it's bullshit and you know it!"

"Sammy and I have been hunting together our whole lives. I know he can take care of himself so I don't have to worry about him in the middle of a fight. I'll be worried about you the whole time!"

"I nearly took down your demon ass by myself when Sam and five other hunters barely managed and you think I can't handle myself?!" I was so close to hitting this man that I was gritting my teeth.

Sam tried to reason with me, "Dean's right, we don't know if you can handle yourself, this could get nasty-"

"Yeah, so just stay here and wait for us to get back," Dean had already turned his back to me and spoke as he walked away, "Bake some brownies or something Ally, we'll handle this."

My eyes widened and my jaw dropped, Castiel gave a whispered 'uh oh,' and even Sam was backpedalling fast to get from in between me and Dean's retreating form. Good thing too because the next thing I knew, I had picked up a large knife from the kitchen counter and whipped it through the air at Dean's head. It lodged it's self into the door frame, two inches from his head, the handle waving back and forth, the blade buried deep. Dean looked at the blade and then at me exasperated.

"Ally, you're being ridiculous." He sighed and shook his head.

"Me?! I'm being ridiculous? The witch is in town, killing people, and you want me to stay at the bunker and bake brownies like some good little housewife?!"

"Yes, you are the bitch in this relationship and what I say goes, now come on Sam, we got a witch to burn." He disappeared out the door and Sam hastily followed with an apologetic look in his eye. I gave him a death glare, two seconds from stabbing his ass along with his brother's.

They left a few minutes later. I heard the distant slamming of the bunker door being shut. In my rage, I shut and locked the door between my mind and Dean's, in no mood to hear his thoughts. I started to pace furiously.

"Who the hell does he think he is? He doesn't own me! Oh he is not getting any for a fucking year. He thinks I'm joking but we'll see how funny it his when he's blue-balling with nothing but his hand to keep him company." My fingers clenched, closing around the knife handle that wasn't there, wanting nothing more than to stab his demon ass.

Castiel stepped towards and grabbed my hand lightly, "Dean is just trying to do what he thinks is best. He worries because he cares." His eyes were sympathetic and threatened to drown me in their blue depths.

"That's the thing Cas, I don't think he is doing what's best for me, he's doing what's best for him, he doesn't care that I could be an asset on this hunt and it would go a lot smoother if I was there."

"It is just a witch, I'm sure they can handle it. They'll be alright." Castiel's words cut through my anger to the worry underneath. Dean wanted to protect me but it was my job to protect him as well, that's what a relationship was, give and take on equal grounds. "This witch isn't killing people anyways, they'll be fine."

I put a hand on his shoulder, "What do you mean? People aren't dying?"

He shook his head, "No, the only thing really happening is that people are being turned into animals."

"Oh shit." I ran from the kitchen and into the Men of Letters' library and looked up and down shelves before finally finding what I was looking for and started pulling down books. I took a stack and set them on the table that also held a lap top computer. Castiel popped in next to me while I was looking on the internet with one of the biscuits I had made earlier in hand, biting down on it. He set another next to me. I darted a questioning look up at him.

"You didn't eat breakfast or lunch. Dean is right, you need to eat more. Humans require sustenance to function properly."

"Since when are my eating habits everyone else's business," I groused but took a bite of the pastry anyway.

"What are you looking for," he asked, squinting at the screen.

I replied, eyes moving from the page on the computer to a book which I flipped open and started reading before moving back to the computer, "You said the witch wasn't killing people, that they were just being turned into animals. What kind of witch doesn't leave a bloody trail? Normally people are dying horribly. I ganked a witch three years ago who had lost custody of her daughter in a divorce so she started making people choke to death on doll heads for revenge. The judge, the lawyers, all of them, she was going to do the same to the father when I found her and shot her in the head. Witches always have a messed up sense of humor and they always kill."

"So you don't think it's a witch?"

"No, no I don't, I think it's something worse, and if I'm right, Dean and Sam are going into a fight they are extremely under prepared for. Not that they don't deserve it but I'm not going to put them in danger because of a stupid fight."

He just nodded and sat down, watching me work the next half hour. My mind raced. What creature had the power to turn people into animals? A witch might but they would have to be making deals with demons or something to get that kind of mojo going and the spell wouldn't last long but according to reports, these people were being turned into animals and staying that way. The first one seemed to have happened a week and half ago. No witch could have that kind of juice. Finally, I came across something in the fifth book I read and swore loudly, making Castiel jump.

I snatched my phone out of my pocket and dialed the number Sam had given me a couple days ago.

"Hello?"

"Sam, its Ally. Have you found the witch?"

"We think so. She's holed up in a cabin outside of town, we're heading there now."

"At the crime scenes did you find any hex bags?" I demanded.

"No, we figured the witch was just cleaning up her trail. Ally what is this about?"

"What about the vics that were turned into animals, did you find anything on them?

"Uh, no," I heard Dean's voice saying something in the background and Sam continued, "Well we did find markings, a tattoo that they all had. It was weird, the tattoos were the same for all of the victims, it was-"

I finished for him, "A butterfly."

"Yeah, yeah how'd you know that?"

"Sam, this isn't a witch, okay? It's something worse, you guys need to turn around right now."

"Listen Ally I-" He was interrupted by Dean asking for the phone.

"Ally, I told you to stay out of this, its fine we know what we're doing."

"Dean, no wait," but he'd already hung up. I tried the bond but he had blocked it from his end, "Dammit!"

I vaulted from my chair and started running. I could hear Castiel following me and together we rounded a couple corners until we got to the garage. My car was at the end and when I got to it, I popped the trunk quickly.

"Ally, what is it?"

"It's not a witch Cas!" I pulled out a bronze short sword and dug around for the second one. Damn it, where was it?

"Then what is it?"

I finally found the other, the metal gleamed and the handle was smooth. I turned to Cas and held up the blades, "A goddess."

/

Trees and fields flew by and Castiel spoke from the passenger seat, "A goddess?"

"Yes, the goddess Circe. She was a minor Greek goddess and her stick was turning her enemies into animals. She was also known as the goddess of metamorphosis. She used a butterfly as her symbol which every victim had put onto their skin showing they were touched by her magic."

"And the blades?"

"The only thing that can kill her, a bronze blade dipped in the water of the Aegean Sea. I really don't want to kill her but if she doesn't turn these people back to normal, I will. Sam and Dean have no idea what she is which means they're walking right into a trap."

"Where are you going to get the water?"

"I was actually hoping you could if you don't mind. Can you fly there and dip the blades?"

"Of course. What is the plan?"

"The plan is to find this chick's hide-out and rescue Sam and his idiot of a brother."

Castiel frowned at me but I kept my hands on the wheel, shifting gears occasionally. He spoke again, confused, "You still seem upset with Dean but I can see that you care deeply for him."

I sighed and darted a glance over to the angel, "Of course I care about him Cas, but he is so damn frustrating. He doesn't listen to anything I say, even when I'm right and he underestimates my abilities as a hunter. I've spent years becoming who I am, developing my skills and it hurts my feelings when he writes me off so easily."

"I know Dean can be insensitive but he truly does care."

"I realize that and that is the only reason I didn't kill him in the kitchen. I missed with that knife intentionally Cas. And he is going to realize very soon that I am just as good a hunter as him and Sam. But first we need to pull their asses out of the fire. Are you with me on this?" I looked over at him.

He smiled, "Of course."

I nodded with my own smile and turned back to the road, "Then let's go save those assholes."

/

During the drive, I was able to track Sam's GPS and as well as follow the bond to Dean even though he had it blocked off. We pulled up to a large, ranch style house on the edge of the city. Night time played its song, owls, bats and crickets as Castiel and I exited the car. Before we arrived, he had zapped off to dip the blades in the Aegean and returned right on time. I held my own blade at the ready and gave him the other with the firm instruction of, "Through her heart, nowhere else or she won't die, got it?" At his nod we walked up to the house.

I took the lead and right as we were walking up the porch steps gunshots rang out along with sound of Sam yelling. Castiel grabbed my shoulder and suddenly I didn't exist, well I did but I didn't and then I did again and we were standing in a cozily furnished living room and a large body flew past mine, crashing into a wall.

Sam groaned and got to his feet wobbly and blinked at me in dazed surprised, "Ally? Cas? What the hell are you guys doing here? Oh man, you were right by the way, it isn't a witch." He staggered, using the wall to support his weight so that he wouldn't fall. His eyes were swimming and he looked nauseous. My guess was a concussion.

I snorted, "Of course I'm right, it's a goddess. Cas, get him out of here." The angel nodded and zapped Sam out. I held my sword up and ran into the room Sam had been launched from. Inside, Dean was grappling with a large grizzly bear, dodging swipes of its massive claws while a pretty brunette woman watched on, clapping eagerly.

"Hey you Greek bitch!" I yelled.

She turned around and sneered at me, speaking in Greek, "Oh look, a little rescue party, how cute."

"Yeah, I'm fucking adorable, now call off Winnie the Pooh Circe," I retorted, also in Greek. Yes, I knew a couple other languages; I got bored on the road in between cases.

"Oh," her eyes lit up, "Someone who actually knows me. These two buffoons charged in shouting witch, ha! As if," she snapped her fingers and the bear immediately backed down, leaving Dean gasping and pouring blood from several wounds that were slowly healing.

"Ally! What the hell are you doing here?"

"Saving your ass Dean." I replied, not taking my eyes off Circe. The goddess was smiling, delighted and scratched her pet behind the ears. I directed my question at her, speaking in Greek once again, "Why are you here, turning these people into animals?"

She cocked her head to the side as she looked at me, words switching to English, "Why? Why not? Because it's fun, watching you little humans run around all panicked. You know, so many Gods and Goddesses are angry because they are no longer worshipped and sacrificed too. But you know? I don't really care, I get to run around, do whatever I want, whenever I want, not stuck up on some mountain somewhere bored out of my mind. It's much more fun to come out play with you mortals."

I shrugged, "I sympathize with you, I really do but turning innocent humans into goats and bears, not the best way to have fun. Especially," I waved the sword between me and Dean, "When it brings you to a hunter's attention."

"Ah, yes, you hunters. Not the brightest bunch are you? Well the males aren't at least, but you seem to be different. I'll tell you what," She bounced on the balls of her feet and smiled at me, "you stay here with me as my new companion and pet, and I'll let your friends live, deal?" She winked at me.

"Absolutely not you skanky bitch!" Dean yelled. He was still healing, the severity of his wounds making the process go slow. He was slumped against the wall, breathing heavily.

Circe's head twisted around 180 degrees while her body stayed facing me, "I was not talking to you." Her voice was warped and high pitched, grating. She turned back to me and spoke again, in her original voice, sweet and child-like, "So? How about it little mortal? Would you like to be my new pet?"

I pretended to consider it but finally shook my head, "Sorry, you're a little late, that asshole already owes me a favor and I can't collect on it if I'm with you."

She frowned and pouted then brightened, "He won't owe the favor if he's dead though and then you can play with me."' She turned to Dean and started forward.

"No!" I darted in between them and raised my sword making her frown again.

"Why not you darling child?"

"Because he's mine bitch. I decide when he dies, not you, and I'm not quite finished with him yet." I slashed the sword across her chest and she shrieked, falling backwards, putting a hand to the cut.

She was pissed, voice warped, "How dare you wound me? I am the goddess Circe!" her body started to glow blue and the foundation of the house shook like an earthquake. The blue light increased, she was about to go full-on wrathful, nuclear god-bomb. I reacted on impulse, diving forward and plunged the sword into her heart. I went to draw back but she grabbed my arm and held on, dying, the glowing light growing until it was blinding and it moved from her to envelop my body. The last thing I heard was Dean yelling my name and thinking, 'why the hell does this always happen to me?'

/

I groaned. Oh fuck, everything hurt, like I'd gotten thrown through a wall and I should know seeing as how it's happened more than once. I curled inwards, trying to avoid the pain in my muscles but something poked my side and I swatted at it. I wanted to go back to sleep. Another gentle yet insistent prod to my ribs; this was bullshit I was trying to sleep.

"Ally?" Dean's rough voice. He was probably wanting breakfast. Maybe I should let him suffer and make him fix his own food. But I was hungry too, I realized. I groaned again but forced myself to wake-up and yawned. I stretched, arching my back and curling my toes to hear a satisfying pop. I rubbed a hand on my face and frowned slightly. What? I opened my eyes, still blurry with sleep and looked down at my hand. A small paw with orange red fur greeted me. Whoa. I didn't remember getting drunk. I flexed my fingers and the paw moved in response. I was definitely awake now.

I waved my arm and the whole leg attached to the paw repeated the motion. I glared, irrationally angry. What the hell? Did I smoke something to? I'd heard about bad acid trips but this was ridiculous. Something flicked my back lightly and I looked around, down an orange back, colored with the same fur as the paw, to where a small tail swished back and forth. That…I…huh? I could actually feel the muscle of the tail in my rump when the furry appendage moved.

I hissed in surprise and blinked when the sound came out much more feline than normal. I looked down to the side and all around me, practically chasing my tail in circles, in an effort to see all of myself. I was a kitten, not a cat or a tiger or anything serious like that, but a tiny, I choked on the word, adorable short haired kitten with fur the same color as my hair. Jesus Christ this had better be a dream.

"Ally?" Dean's voice again, humored but wary and I slowly raised my head to find its source and looked up and up. Looking down at me were three familiar faces, Dean, Cas and Sam, looking huge and scary standing over my much now smaller body. I screamed but the sound came out as a screech.

"What is this? What the hell is happening? Why am I a fucking kitten? This had better be a joke or a dream because I am about to maim someone." The words came out as frantic, enraged meows and I blinked. Oh hell no, now I couldn't even talk? This was so messed up on so many levels. I twisted my body around and then found my paws feet were tangled in some blankets and I fell over onto my side. I was on mine and Dean's bed with the three of them standing over me. Castiel was perplexed and squinting, Sam had his arms crossed looking bemused and Dean was reaching down to untangle my feet.

"Dean." I couldn't keep the whine out of my voice and scowled when it came out as a pathetic mewl.

"What's she saying?" Sam asked, frowning down at me perplexed.

"How am I supposed to know? I don't speak cat." Dean retorted, delicate fingers finally freeing me.

"What about the bond? Can't you communicate, you know, telepathically?"

"No, I've tried. The connection is all blurry. I can tell its Ally and that she's still her but we can't communicate. I can feel some emotions though and she's still a human mentally wise."

I stumbled to my feet, still trying to get used to the different body, walking on hands and feet with a tail to keep me balanced. I mewled, not even forming words, just an unhappy sound. Strong fingers rubbed down my spine softly and then up to the spot behind my ears. I purred, leaning into the touch before a deep chuckle had me jerking away with a hiss and a swipe of my claws. Sam got his hand back before I made contact and I glared.

A hand grabbed the scruff of my neck and lifted me off the bed. Instinctively I pulled my limbs in close to my body as my face was put at eye level with Dean's. He had a stern look in his eye, "No scratching Ally." I pouted but nodded my tiny head in response.

He then cuddled me close to his chest with his arms folded under my body and looked back to his brother and angel.

"What are we supposed to do now? The goddess is dead but Ally is a cat, how are we supposed to fix this?" Dean wondered, finger absently stroking down my spine. My tail flicked against his chest and then my stomach grumbled.

I started to say something to Dean but then remembered that he couldn't understand me so I sent thoughts of hunger through the bond but he just shushed me and continued to pet me. Oh I don't think so.

Sam was now speaking, "All the lore I've been able to find said that it should wear off soon but I couldn't find exactly how long it would take-"

"Sonofabitch! Ally! What the hell?!" Dean exploded. I retracted my claws smoothly from his arm and looked up at him pointedly, sending another thought of hunger along with impatience. "You didn't have to claw me!"

Sam was laughing and even Castiel was smiling, Dean leveled them with a glare.

"What?" Castiel asked, "Ally-cat is adorable."

"Yeah and she's still putting you in your place." Sam finished with a laugh. "What did she claw you for? Is she wanting something?"

"She's hungry." Dean grumbled. Castiel suddenly popped out with a flutter of wings. I cocked my head to the side, where was he going?

"What do we even feed her?" Sam wondered. He hesitantly reached a hand out and petted a finger along the top of my head, he looked at me as if asking is it was okay. I allowed the touch without complaint and he smiled, petting me more. "She's soft." He smiled. Dean scowled at him.

Suddenly Castiel appeared again, holding a can in his hand.

"Cas?"

"I found this at the store. It says that it is for kittens." He replied and turned the can so that we could see it. Kibbles 'n' Bits for kittens, chicken flavor.

Dean shrugged and took the can, reading the label before dropping it with a yell. I had dug my claws in and sent firm thoughts of refusal. I was abruptly thrust into Sam's large hands with a growl.

"You're being more of a bitch now that you have claws Ally! What are you going to eat then huh? You're cat, you eat cat food." Dean exclaimed, picking up the can putting it in front of me, I turned my nose up at the small tin. Sam's shoulders were shaking with barely concealed mirth and Dean swore. "Fine, then Sam can find you something to eat because this is too much for me. I'm going to find a way to turn you back into a human." He stomped from the room in a huff.

I looked expectantly up at Sam. He smiled uncertainly and scratched behind my ears. "Well I guess cat food is a no go." Castiel looked slightly disappointed. Well that was just tough, I may be a kitten but I wasn't going to eat like one.

Sam took me to the kitchen and sat me on the table and went to the fridge and started poking around. Castiel sat at the table and continued to stare at me, instead of weirding me out, it made me curious, hadn't he ever seen a kitten before? I walked up to him and batted playfully at the hand he had on the table. When he reached to pet me, I jumped back. He frowned and retracted his hand. I darted forward to bat at him with my tiny paw once more but when he reached again, I leapt away. His frown increased.

"Sam, what is she doing?" Castiel asked. He was still frowning and Sam turned around. Looked at Cas and then at me where I was crouched on the table with my tail waggling in the air. He laughed.

"I think she's trying to play Cas. Kittens like to play, Ally was always joking and playful so it makes sense that she still is in kitten form." He explained, turning back to where he was doing something at the stove.

Cas murmured, "Oh." He thought for a moment. "What do kittens usually play with?"

Sam didn't turn as he responded, "String normally, pipe cleaners, toy mice, little cat toys that you can find at stores. It depends on what she likes."

Castiel nodded and looked at me again. I was sitting on the table, paws in front of me, staring at him, waiting. He turned his head to the side and I repeated the action, making him smile slightly. Hey, I knew I was acting like a kitten but it was fun and I was making Castiel happy. I still kind of thought of him as a little kid in a way so it was fun to play like this.

The angel reached for the tie around his neck and tugged at the fabric until it was unknotted. He dangled it in front of my face and moved it to the right. My head followed it, entranced. He moved it the left, drawing my attention with it. He put it closer to me and I lunged forward, grabbing with my paws. I missed. Unable to regain my footing I tumbled forward and off the table with a gasp. I expected to hit the floor but instead I landed in Castiel's lap in a tangle of limbs.

He was looking down at me and he reached down to gently pick me up and set me back on my feet on the table, "You should be more careful Ally-cat. You could get hurt." I nodded in answer.

A yummy smell caught my attention and my nose twitched. I turned my body around and Sam put a small plated in front of me. Extremely small pieces of diced chicken with a small mound of rice were on the glass surface and it smelled heavenly. I padded forward and sniffed before looking up at the younger Winchester. He sat down at the table and waved his hand slightly, indicating I could eat. I flicked my tail happily and started eating.

When I was full, I sat back and started to lick my paw, using it to clean my face and whiskers. It startled me how quickly I fell into the mannerisms and habits of a cat but I guess it shouldn't. I had always rolled with the punches, taking the hits as they came. So I was a kitten, no point in fighting it, I would give in eventually and would regret all the time I had wasted being miserable.

My eye lids became heavy and I yawned, pink tongue flicking out. I walked to the closest source of heat, Castiel. I rubbed my head against his arm and when he moved it, I jumped into his lap, curling up close to his stomach with my tail over my nose and closed my eyes. Nap time.

/

It had been two days. Two days of having a tail, claws and fur. Two days of being pet by Castiel and Sam and ignored by Dean. I get that he wasn't a cat person but he was just being an asshole now.

I was sitting on Sam's shoulder, curled into his neck while watching The Walking Dead with him. Castiel had zapped off to attend to some business in heaven and Dean was roaming somewhere in the bunker. He had pretty much been avoiding me since this happened. I had refused to even sleep in the same room as him. The first night I had fallen asleep on Castiel's lap and had woken up on Sam's bed, curled on his stomach. Sam was nice about the whole kitten thing, still talking to me as if I were a human, accepting my nods and head shakes as the answers they were. Castiel was more playful, constantly bringing toys for me. Sometimes I didn't feel like playing and just slept but otherwise I humored him and acted like a cat.

A zombie's head went flying off its shoulders and gunshots sang. I purred happily and when the episode ended on a cliff hanger I rubbed my nose against Sam's neck. He laughed and scratched at my ears where I liked it. I leaned into the touch purring and a loud noise had my head jerking up. It was a door and when I heard Dean's muttering I relaxed. I jumped from Sam's shoulder to his lap and stretched. Then I sneezed, a cute sound that made Sam chuckle and then I sneezed again. I rubbed my nose with a paw, frowning inwardly. Four more sneezes occurred in rapid succession.

"You okay Ally-cat?" Sam asked concerned. He had picked up the nickname from Cas and while I found it annoying, I also found it endearing and let it slide, not like I could say anything to stop them anyway.

My body shook and I sneezed again. What the hell? If I had somehow become allergic to myself I was going to be pissed. My head hurt from the sneezing and I curled in on Sam trying to ease the pain. When I sneezed again I couldn't stop. My eyes were screwed up, my tiny body jolting. Sam was smoothing fingers along my spine, a worried look in his eye as he tried to comfort me.

"Dean!" Sam called out, still petting and responding 'what?' yelled out. "I think Ally's sick." I could hear Dean walking towards us from a couple hallways away.

I mewled pitifully in between sneezes. Finally the pain in my head grew and I sneezed once more, violently and there was a loud pop along with a sweet smell crossed with something tangy and sour, magic.

"What the hell?" Dean's voice was an explosion of shock and anger. I blinked. I looked around to find Sam's face looking down at me in astonishment and then his cheeks slowly reddened and his eyes darted away from mine. What the –? I looked down at myself and was excited to find I was human again. The bond was restored and I wiggled my fingers and smiled. But then I noticed something else, I was nude. Completely. And strangely, I wasn't as embarrassed as I should be, maybe because I had been walking around basically naked for almost three days without a thought. That would explain why Sam was blushing though seeing as how I was in my birthday suit and sprawled out on his lap.

"Er…" What could I really say? "Sorry Sam, um, I'll just, uh…" I slid off his lap and onto the floor, scratching the back of my head. Sam stumbled to his feet and walked to where Dean was standing, not looking his older brother in the eye. I looked down at my body to make sure not even one inch was covered in hair and smiled when it wasn't.

I looked up at the brothers. Sam was bright red, avoiding looking at me and Dean had leveled his best 'what the fuck?' glare at me.

"What? It's not like this is my fault." I put hand on my hip and rested my weight on one leg, still completely comfortable just standing in my skin. It actually felt kind of good and Sam's growing blush was frigging hilarious.

"Just go get some clothes on." Dean commanded.

I frowned crossing my arms over my chest, "Why should I? I don't have anything to be embarrassed about do I Dean?" I challenged.

He growled warningly and shoved against my mind, making me scowl heatedly but I started walking towards the doorway from the entertainment room where they were standing. I put an extra sway in my step and grinned as Dean's gaze grew heated. As I passed him, I darted a hand out, grabbed the collar of his shirt and jerked him down for a kiss. He didn't hesitate to kiss me back and when his mind was pleasantly dazed, I slammed a fist into his gut.

Dean's breath wooshed out on a gasp and he hunched over. I drew back and smirked, running a tongue over my top lip, in full bitch mode, "That's for ignoring me for three days you dick." I flipped my hair over one shoulder, winked at Sam who was staring in shock, and strode off.

In the bedroom I started rummaging for clothes, pulling on a pair of boy shorts and tank top when the door crashed open. I didn't even turn around, "Hello Dean. Don't worry, I won't burden you with my presence, I'm sleeping in the living room tonight." I gathered my pillow from the bed and turned to leave. He was there, in front of me, crowding into my space.

"Can I help you with something?" I asked sweetly. His jaw ticked and he grabbed my upper arm, yanking me towards the bed and I dropped the pillow. His thoughts were angry, chaotic with a need to dominate. I jabbed a sharp knuckle into his ribs and shoved him away. He snarled lunging out and instead of skipping away I ducked under his arm and bashed my skull against his. The pain in my head was minor and easily over looked while he staggered away with a curse. I looked at him coldly, a challenge clear in my mind for him to hear. I didn't give him a chance to recover from the blow, marching up to his body, grabbing his shirt collar and yanking him close. "Did you really think I would forget about what you said in the kitchen before the hunt or the fact that after the goddess cursed me, you pretended I didn't exist? Well I didn't, I'm still pissed and there is hell to pay." My eyes glittered dangerously and I shoved him away, turning around and I walked to the door.

Arms latched around my torso, steel bands binding my arms to my sides while he growled in my ear, "You seem to have forgotten how this works. What I say goes, no questions asked. If I tell you to stay in, you stay in!"

"Oh you really don't want to play this game with me big guy." I replied.

"Oh, I really do." His voice was dangerous, sharp and I grinned maliciously. I planted my foot against the dresser and shoved back hard, sending both of us to the floor and Dean's arms loosened. Rolling away and leaping from the floor to land in a crouch, I rose to my feet, arms loose at my sides.

He glared up at me and I smirked, "Then let's play."

/

The next morning found me and Sam sitting at the table, eating French toast, his with fruit and syrup, mine with powdered sugar and peanut butter. He had pretended to gag when he saw my topping choices and I smacked him upside the head playfully. He sipped on coffee, reading through the newspaper. My orange juice swished around the glass as I rocked it in my hand, waiting.

"So, um. You and Dean. What happened last night? It sounded…violent and bloody." Sam grimaced. I wasn't surprised he had heard, the walls of the bunker were thick but when Dean and I engaged in our all-out grudge match, swearing, yelling and we didn't care who heard. I know for a fact the wall rattled more than once when I'd slammed him against it.

I looked up with an easy going smile, "I just needed to show him that he didn't own me. So I beat the ever loving shit out of him, kicked him out of the room and slept alone. Not sure what he did afterward. It's a good thing we have the Mark's healing properties or I'm pretty sure we would have killed each other, multiple times." And since I slept in the room and he wasn't able to get me on my back even once I had won.

The smugness in my smile increased when I heard Dean walking to the kitchen. I had blocked off our connection last night and couldn't hear a peep from him but the black-eyed death glare he was sporting was enough to know that he was a very unhappy camper. He was still wearing the clothes from yesterday, now covered in spots of blood.

Sam was hesitant in his morning greeting, wary of Dean's apparent bad mood, "Morning Dean, how'd you sleep?"

"Shitty," was Dean's bitten out response. He was standing stock still, black orbs on me while I leaned back in my chair, a half smirk playing with my lips. We both knew who won last night.

I set my orange juice down and propped my head up on my fist with my elbow on the table, "Yes Dean, how was the couch last night?" His eyelid twitched. I was rubbing it in and enjoying every minute of it even though I knew there would be almost literal hell to pay later.

The intensity in the room amplified. Sam was nervous, Dean was pissed and downright murderous while I remained calm and amused. Dean suddenly moved towards me and I shot to my feet and fell into a ready fight stance.

Abruptly, Sam was in between us, hands half raised in a soothing manner, "Guys look, whatever the problem is, I'm sure we can figure it out without leveling the kitchen okay. Everyone just calm down; what is the problem Dean?"

"She," he jabbed a finger at where I was standing behind Sam, "is being a total bitch."

"I told you to stop calling me that!" I snapped. I moved around Sam, putting the table in between me and Dean. "You are a self-centered, misogynistic asshole. You want everything your way. You say jump and expect me to ask how high. You want a perfect little house-wife, obedient and waiting on you hand and foot. Well you know what? Tough shit, you got me and 'obedient,' is never going to happen."

"You are the bitch in this situation whether you like it or not. Your job is to do what I say and not complain."

"Since when do I ever do what you say Dean? I've been challenging you and fighting you the entire time. All you've been doing is barking out orders and treating me equally when it's convenient."

"There is no equal here. I'm on top. That's how it's always been."

I slammed my palms down on the table angrily, "And that's the problem. You think I'm some weak little civilian girl and I'm not. I am a hunter and you are going to have to treat me equally or this is never going to work."

"I know you're hunter and honestly, I'm not impressed. You were cursed by a goddess-"

"Only because I had to save your ass because you were too stupid to listen to me when I told you that it wasn't a witch. It was your fault I got turned into a cat. At least I was able to kill her and didn't get beat up by a Care Bear."

He snarled and was about to lunge over the table to get at me but Sam held him back, "Dean, stop! Ally is right, we should have listened to her, she knew what she was doing and if we had brought her on the hunt in the first place then no one would have gotten hurt."

"You're defending her?! Sam, she isn't strong enough to go on a hunt and I wasn't about to let her get hurt."

I had been relatively calm up and until that point but then oh boy, I was a redhead for a reason. What right did Dean have to call me weak? I would have jumped over the table to continue the battle from last night but Sam was right, we couldn't do this in the kitchen so I turned and marched out the door.

My shoulders were square and my back straight when I turned to look at the two brothers but directed what I said at Dean alone, speaking softly but clearly, "You have the nerve to call me weak, you try to keep me from hunting, you treat me as a lesser being, you don't even say thank you when I save your life and you ignore me right when I need you the most. You may have saved my life Dean Winchester but you do not own me and you do not have the right to tell me what to do. I am strong and I am a survivor so you can take your macho, domineering attitude and shove it up your ass because I'm done."

"Done?"

"Yes Dean, done. I'm sick of being treated like I'm worthless and weak. I have fought you and won. I have fought you at your full demon strength and nearly over powered you. If you had been human, I would have kicked your ass. I'm done with you and your arrogance. Goodbye Dean Winchester. Come find me when you're ready to treat me the way I deserve." At that I walked out of kitchen.

I leaned against a wall outside the door out of sight and took several silent breaths, holding back angry tears and I heard Sam say, "Dean, you're my brother and I love you, but you are a dick and you definitely don't deserve that woman." Then the younger brother exited the kitchen, walking in the opposite direction of me. I sighed quietly and started walking through the bunker and to the bedroom.

Several outfits along with my jacket and my bathroom necessities went to a duffel bag and I left, shutting the door behind me, car keys in hand. The R/T rumbled to life beneath me and I left the bunker, getting out onto the road and driving into town. The place was fairly large city and I knew I could hide out here as long as I kept our bond shut off and Dean wouldn't be able to find me. As a hunter, my talents lay in tracking and leaving no trail, I couldn't be found unless I wanted to be. So I did what I do best, I disappeared.