September 22nd 2006, Sioux Falls, South Dakota

Lady met the Winchesters at Bobby's house and then proceeded to complete the same ritual that had cloaked them before.

"Any idea how often we should do this?" Sam asked when they gathered around Bobby's table. "Maybe we..."

"At least once a season," Lady said. "It lasts longer than that, but once a season is good."

Sam met her eyes, he had been about to suggest that maybe they should let the cloaking spell wear off and she had interrupted him rather quick and there was a warning look in her eyes. He nodded in understanding, Dean would probably be pretty pissed if he suggested they let the demons find them.

"How's the ley line search going?" Dean asked. Lady had already given them the quick version of what she had figured out since they last saw each other.

"Well, I know how to find them," she said. "Problem is I have to be on one to follow it, and that means being on foot. There isn't an easy way to map all the lines, even if there was they move. I learned a few tricks that will help, but sort of hit a wall."

"Sorry to hear that," Sam said.

Dean turned the diamond over in his hands, "I can't believe you stole this," Dean muttered. "Actually, I can believe it. I just can't believe you didn't take more than one."

"That is a huge felony," Sam said.

"So is shooting a witch in the head, a lot of them have social security cards which gives them more rights than I do," Lady said. "But come on, story time, what have you guys been up to?"

Sam and Dean gave each other a look and Dean handed the diamond back, "Found two more psychics like Sam," he said in a low voice. "One of them was a homicidal freak…but the other one wasn't."

"We didn't get much information," Sam said. "We just know at least one of them isn't abusing their power…well, at least not abusing it to kill people."

"Thing is we found out not all of their mothers died in nursery fires. The only pattern we had and not all of them fit the mold," Dean said rather bitterly. "But like Sam said, at least we found another one that isn't using their abilities to kill people."

Dean didn't say it with any sort of relief, but Lady imagined there was some there. If that other kid wasn't foaming at the mouth then maybe Sam wouldn't be, either. Maybe whatever that was going on wasn't going to affect Sam like it was the others.

Sam didn't like the grim topic and more happily said, "We got to take down a zombie, too. This Greek ritual was used to raise the girl from the dead."

Dean chuckled, "Yeah, she beat the crap out of Sammy, here. Broke his arm."

Lady knocked on the cast that was on Sam's right arm, "Nice. Makes you look bad ass, Sam."

Sam chuckled, "Does it?"

"No, not really," she grinned. "Was that what you guys found in Montana? Bobby told me you were looking into a satanic cult."

Sam and Dean both exchanged a look before Sam took the lead, "No, actually that was vampires. But, weird vampires. They were feeding off of cattle blood instead of human blood."

"Not Kate?" Lady asked, looking between the two of them quickly.

"No," Sam said.

"Damn," Lady muttered.

"Afraid she's going to come back to reclaim her shoes?" Dean asked with a smirk.

"Well, she can have them back over my dead body, and I think that's how she'd prefer it," Lady said. "All of ours, actually. But at least one less vampire coven to worry about."

"Yeah, well, these vampires weren't killing anyone, so we let them go," Sam said.

Lady stared at him silently for several moments, and then looked at Dean for confirmation. "What?" Sam opened his mouth to repeat what he said and she snapped, "I'm not deaf, Sam. Why would you do that?"

"They were resisting the urge to drink human blood," Sam said. Lady looked away and took a long drink of her beer.

"I would think that was something you'd approve of," Dean said.

"Considering I spent a week penned up with vampires, no, can't say I approve," Lady said. "But you guys did what you had to, I guess."

"Hypocrite," Dean snorted as he got up from the table to get another beer from the fridge.

"Excuse me?"

"Lady, you are a witch," he said flatly. "You don't use black magic. Those people were vampires, they didn't kill people. They didn't deserve to die."

"I get what you are saying. Believe me, I do. But I have no soft spot for Dracula, okay?"

"Neither do we," Dean said in a final tone, wanting the topic of that particular hunt to be over with. If Lady didn't approve of them letting a few vampires with a conscience go then she probably wouldn't like that they had tied up another hunter who felt the same way and left him trapped for several days. "You guys want another one?"

Lady raised her hand but Sam shook his head. Lady switched the topic, "You guys have anything happening now?"

"Actually, yeah. We're heading to Philly," Sam said, sounding relieved to change the topic. "Uh, someone tipped us off to something there."

"You know I tagged a witch there about...jeez, my first one, over seven years ago," she said. "Hey, think you guys can give me a ride there? The Beetle is shelved until Bobby gets a chance to take a look at it. I never found their ritual site, I might be able to now. And if it's still active there might be a job there for me."

Sam and Dean exchanged a glance and they both shrugged, "Yeah, no problem," Sam said.

"One problem," Dean said, and turned his head to Freddie who was lying on the floor. "That thing is not getting in my car again."

"I thought you and Freddie were pals!" Lady said with wide eyes.

Dean raised his eyebrows, "You know how creepy it is to fall asleep next to you, and wake up next to that?"

"You know how messed up it is to go to bed next to him and wake up next to you?" Lady countered.

"Wow, I so don't need to hear this," Sam said, getting up.

"Relax, Sam, its over," Lady chuckled.

"It is? We haven't even gotten to the part where you steal the blankets," Dean added with a smirk, obviously enjoying making his brother uncomfortable.

Lady turned on him, "Me? Oh, hell no. You..." Lady shook her head. "Whatever, doesn't matter. No dog."

"And you can pay for gas," Dean added.

"If you don't want to give me a ride just say so, I can wait until my car is up and running," Lady said.

"Oh, I want to give you a ride, believe me," Dean said with a wag of his eyebrows.

"Yeah, I'm going to bed," Sam said.

"Goodnight, Sam," Lady said, putting her feet up on the empty chair he left behind.

"Let me say the more I find out about this the sicker I feel," Dean said quietly after Sam had retreated into the cot in the back of the house. Sam probably assumed Dean and Lady would be up for a while for one of their frequent bumps, probably even had headphones in to avoid hearing it. "Those guys we found like him, they could control peoples minds. You know how serious that is?"

"The power of persuasion is dangerous," Lady agreed.

"This wasn't some persuasion. These guys told you to shoot yourself in the head, you did it without question," Dean said. "He wants to keep digging into it."

"I know how he feels," Lady said. "You can't imagine the...listen, Dean, I know Sam and I are in completely different boats. But at the same time his situation isn't a whole lot different than mine. When I figured out the ley lines were where my visions came from it was like a huge blind had been lifted. Of course, that blind dropped again because it's just a tiny piece of a puzzle I have no clue how to put together. And you know, having visions can be scary as hell, and he's still a bit new to them."

Dean ground his teeth and dropped his empty beer into the garbage before he could throw it. "It's not...he shouldn't be having them. It's not natural!"

"I agree," Lady said.

"What if finding out is what sets him off?" Dean guessed, looking at Lady for answers. "Makes him go insane, or maybe he's already on the path to going insane. I mean, c'mon, neither of us were ever very sane."

Lady smirked, "You are completely nuts, Dean, but you aren't insane. Sam is more sane than anyone in this house, including my dog." Dean nodded in agreement. "You've been spending time with him, he show any sign that he's being even a bit naughty?"

Dean shook his head, "No. Still the same Sammy."

"That's kind of boring, actually," Lady said. She threw her empty beer across the room and into the garbage with a clang. "You sure you are okay with me riding along to Philly?"

"Yeah, it's cool," Dean said. "I actually want to see that diamond trick. Still don't believe it works, but at least one of us is making some sort of progress."

"Way to stay positive, Dean-o," she said quickly before a yawn could cut off her words. "So I really can't take my dog?"

"No," he said. "I have nothing against him, but no matter how often you shampoo him he reeks like a dog and he drools. All the damn time. No way." Dean gave her a smile, "You, on the other hand, are invited to the backseat of my car right now."

"I'd rather go sleep with my smelly and drooly dog," Lady said, walking to the living room with Freddie beside her. Lady was unfolding a blanket to use when Dean joined her.

"Well, I'm not sleeping in the same room as Sam," Dean said, wrapping an arm around her waist before sitting on couch and pulling her to sit on his lap. "He farts in his sleep and it is toxic."

Lady leaned against him, warm and cozy but there was no way she'd sleep like that. "Yeah, this won't work," she said. For several minutes they fought and wrestled for space on the couch and the blanket until Lady had her back pressed to his front with one of his arms serving as a pillow and the other wrapped around her waist. Lady let one of her arms dangle off the couch to rest on Freddie's back while he slept on the floor next to her. "You drool in my hair and I'll sic Freddie on you," she muttered sleepily.

"Shut up," Dean said in a low voice that vibrated into her back.

Lady closed her eyes as she felt the pull of sleep. She'd never admit it but she rather liked this. Freddie was a giant teddy bear but like Dean said, he smelled like a dog. Dean was just as warm, didn't leave her covered in dog fur and he had the scent of leather and gun smoke that that she liked. She fought the grin as his hand moved up and down her thigh gently and the fatigue was being replaced by the desire he so easily brought out in her. He seemed to know he was getting her attention as he let his fingers slip under her shirt to touch her bare stomach. He chuckled softly in her ear as she squirmed from his touch. "That's it," Lady said, turning in his arms and wrapping her arms around his neck for a kiss that he was ready to receive and return. "You better be quick, though. I'm tired."

"Right here?" he asked, a little surprised.

"Come on," she said, getting off the couch and grabbing the blanket as she led him through the back door. The night was warm and a big muggy from an earlier thunderstorm. The stars were shining brightly but there was no moon and Lady led him away from the lights of Bobby's house until it was so dark he couldn't see his hand in front of his face.

"I like this idea," he said as she threw the blanket into an old pick-up box. "You've done this before, haven't you?"

"Of course not, I respect Bobby too much to bring guys here," Lady said as she climbed in. "But it's a great place to hide from Bobby for a while."

Dean joined her in the back of the truck, using his hands to feel for the blanket she laid out. "This is showing respect?" Dean chuckled as he pulled his boots off.

"I meant strange guys," Lady said brightly, and Dean looked at where her voice came from, barely able to see her outline in the darkness. That made sense, like him she survived on one-night stands. At one time they had been each other's one-nighters, but things didn't stay that way. He moved on his knees and reached for her with his hands.

"Curious," Dean said as he let his hands move up her arms. "When you can't see normally…"

"I can't see the future. I can still hear perfectly fine," she said. "No funny stuff."

"Just thinking I'm on a slightly more even playing field," he said, pulling his shirt off and balling it up to be used for a pillow later. Lady's hands found his bare torso and he was still as the moved up from his abdomen to his chest, finally to his neck so she could guide his face to hers. His hands went to her waist, finding the bottom of her shirt and pulling it up. She raised her arms to let him remove it and he put it next to his own. Underneath there was no bra and his hands felt over her breasts and shoulders while she went straight for his jeans. "Eager?"

"I said we should be quick," Lady chuckled as his zipper loudly fell down.

"You are the one being slow," he said as she tugged his pants down his hips.

Lady's body moved from his hands as she worked on getting rid of her pants. Dean found her again, this time his hands falling on bare legs. He let his hand moved up to her waist, searching for underwear but feeling none. He quickly shimmed the rest of the way out of his jeans to lie next to her and paused as her mouth landed on his chest. Her hand went up his arm as she left a trail of moist kisses up to his mouth. She gently pressed her body against his, feeling how ready he was for her. Lady let out a soft sigh as Dean moved her onto her back and found his way between her legs, rubbing against her hot moisture before gently making his way inside of her. His fingers clenched the blanket they were on as he filled her.

Lady wrapped a leg around his working butt as she gripped his shoulders. Dean's mouth was moving up and down her neck and jaw as she looked at the brilliant stars above them. His movements were strong and deep, hitting her very core and already she was breathing heavily with need.

Lady let out a soft moan as they changed position with her on top. Her hands rested on Dean's stomach as she rolled her hips into him. She grinned as Dean let out a long moan, his hands moving roughly over her skin as she increased her pace. He raised his hips to meet her as they grew nearer to their release, each of them knowing the others sounds and aching for the rush they helped each other receive.

Dean sat up as she moved on top of him, his mouth searching blindly for her until his lips and tongue touched her collarbone. Her hips shuddered and lost their rhythm for a moment as he moved his mouth down to her chest, his hands cupping her breasts as she let out soft moans of pleasure. His tongue licked at one of her sensitive nipples before she grabbed his neck and pulled him in for a passionate kiss that threatened to send him over the edge. Her hands ran through his hair, tugging gently as she tightened around him. She didn't stop moving, grinding against him to hold onto the feeling and bring him with her. Her soft moans and her pulsing wetness around him made his fingers grip at her hips as he came inside her.

Lady let out a final happy moan as she stretched out next to him. She let out a giggle, "That wasn't very quick, but so worth it."

"Mmhm," Dean mumbled happily as his mouth found her for a final kiss.