***TRIGGER WARNING: the latter half of this chapter depicts attempted kidnapping and attempted sexual assault.***

Vrskaandrea: Well its Monday, tome to get the answer for the will Sam/won't Sam catch them scenario...

Bingos-gal: A one shot of Dean and Megan is in the pipeline but I can't say too much because that will spoil all the fun. And as for Sam...read on and see ;)

Blondie 20000: Hmmmmmm, on a scale of 1 to 1,000,000 how mad do you think Sam would be if he caught them?

CHAPTER 43

***Danas back, just for a little bit.****

Caleb collapsed, panting, against Dana's back.

"Holy shit! This wasn't what I expected when you said 'let's burn of some steam', but it was a good option." Dana said from where she lay with her chest pressed against the hood of the old Dodge Polara.

"I'm not complaining either." Caleb mumbled.

"I am. You have to get off, you're heavy." Dana said as she tried to push up.

"Already got off, now I can't move, you broke me." Caleb said as he let all his weight press down on her.

"Dean!"

And...click!

"Fuck!" Dean said using all her strength to push up. "It's Sam! Get up!"

Caleb hurriedly stood and stepped away from Dean.

"Dean! Caleb!" They could hear Sam calling them

"Ah, fuck!" Caleb cursed as he ripped the condom off and threw it under one of the cars.

"What?" Dean asked as she pulled up her panties and jeans hurriedly tried to get her clothing in order.

"Um, nothing, just get yourself back together." Caleb said as he hurriedly tucked himself away. "We kinda look like guilty teenagers. How are we going to get this past Sam?"

They heard Sam call again, he was getting closer.

"First, I'm going to punch you in the face, then, you're going to throw me onto the trunk of that car." Dean said.

"No, seriously?"

"Seriously!" And with that Dean unleashed a hell of a right hook and caught Caleb square in the jaw.

His hand flew up to his lip and came away covered in blood.

"You bitch! You made me bleed my own blood."

Suddenly he reached out with both hands and grasped the front of Deans shirt. He took a few steps then launched her through the air.

•

"Dean!" Sam called.

He listened for an answer and when he received none he began to follow the scuff marks in the dirt that led further into the yard.

"Dean! Caleb!" He called agin. It's not like they wouldn't be able to hear him. All his childhood Dean had told him he spoke too loud. He was about to call again when a sudden movement brought him to stop. He watched as Dean flew across in front of him, wincing as she landed heavily on the trunk of one of Bobby's old junkers. She quickly repositioned herself as Caleb came stalking into view. Dean managed to get her feet onto his chest and kick out with all her strength. Caleb stumbled backwards and, before he could gain his balance, Dean was on him, driving them both to the ground. Straddling Caleb's chest she drew back for what looked like a powerful strike.

"Dean!" Sam called out, rushing forward.

Dean looked up.

"Oh hey Sammy." She patted Caleb's cheek then popped up to her feet. "Whats up?"

She held out her hand and helped Caleb from the ground.

"Found a case. Bobby wants us to go check it out." Sam said, looking from his brother to their friend. "You guys look like you went three rounds with a swamp demon, and the demon won. You also stink!"

He looked at the pair in front of him. They were panting and flushed and their clothes were all disheveled but Dean was smiling and there was a healthy glow about her that told Sam she was relaxed and happy.

"Yeah we do." Caleb said, sniffing his own pit.

"Any way, this hunt?" Dean said, rolling her eyes.

"Oh, demons in Illinois."

"Cool. You wanna go now?"

"May as well." Sam shrugged.

"Awesome. Dibs first shower!" Dean said then took off at a sprint.

Sam watched her go then turned his gaze on Caleb.

"What?" Caleb asked.

"Nothing, just I haven't seen Dean that...loose...for a while, well at least not unless sex has been involved."

"What're you saying?" Caleb asked, tamping down the slight panic that was threatening to rise. If Sam found out what he had just done to his sibling then no one would ever find his body.

"Nothing. Beating the crap out of you must be better than therapy. Maybe I'll try it one day." Sam said as he walked away. "By the way, your lip is bleeding."

Caleb touched his lip away and saw it was indeed, still bleeding. He just shrugged and followed Sam into the house.

•

Bobby kept in close contact with Sam and Dean. He informed them he was headed to Montana to pick up an Ancient Tome from another hunter but then had to detour to Oregon to help a newbie hunter out of trouble.

"I'm sorry Dean, that means any research is on hold for the time being." Bobby said.

"That's okay Bobby. I understand you gotta keep doing what you do, and if that means a road trip to Oregon to save some poor wannabe hunter, then so be it." Dean said.

"Thats very understanding of you Dean." Bobby said, slightly sarcastically.

"Yeah well, that's me. Mr. Understanding."

"Don't you mean Miss?" Sam said laughing.

"Shut up bitch!"

"Jerk."

"Will you two knock it off!" Bobby yelled down the phone.

"Sorry Bobby." They said in unison.

"Anyway how far are you off from this hunt?"

"We're in Illinois now. We've tracked down the demons and think we could get a clear shot at them tomorrow." Sam said.

"Okay, good. You boys get a good night sleep. Make sure you're good for tomorrow."

"We will Bobby, you take care too." Sam said.

They said their goodbyes and hung up.

"So who's this new hunter Bobby was talking about?" Sam asked.

"Dunno, some guy named Gary, or Gerald or something like that." Dean said putting her feet on the other chair and taking a drink from her beer.

•

The hunt was surprisingly easy. Just a couple of low level demons trying to make a name for themselves with the new King of Hell. The hunters were quick to dispatch them then decided to hang about for the night and enjoy a meal and some drinks at the local bar.

"I'm empty." Dean said shaking her bottle. "You want a refill?"

"Ah, yeah. Why not?" Sam said.

Dean grabbed Sams empty bottle and headed to the bar.

"Hi."

Dean turned to the owner of the voice beside her.

"Hello." She said as she assessed the owner of the voice. Six foot tall, 210 pounds max, dirty blonde hair, muscular but out of shape, the small paunch over his belt attesting to that.

"Stanley." He said, holding out his hand.

"Dana." Dean said, briefly shaking Stanley's hand.

"Been watching you."

"That's not creepy at all, Stanley." Dean said, trying to get the attention of the bartender.

"No, not bein' creepy, just appreciating a beautiful woman."

'Wow!' Dean mouthed to herself.

The bartender finally noticed Dean and took her order, placing two beers on the counter.

"On me." Stanley said as Dean pulled out some notes.

"Thanks, but no thanks. I'm paying for myself tonight." Dean said as she handed the money to the man behind the bar. Dean picked up the bottles and turned to Stanley. "Well it was nice to meet you but I'm going to enjoy the rest of my night with my great, big brother over there." Dean said gesturing to Sam, sitting at their table.

"No worries." Stanley said with a forced smile. He turned to watch Dean as she walked away and sat at the table.

"Who's your friend?" Sam asked, smirking as he drank from his bottle.

"Stanley. He thinks I'm beautiful." Dean laughed.

"Do I need to play over protective brother?"

"No, it's fine. Just ignore him and I'm sure he will move on to someone a bit more desperate."

They ate their meal, Dean had two serves of pie because she couldn't decide between cherry or the banana cream and Sam even had a slice as well. They drank and chatted and relaxed.

Stanley sat in the corner and drank.

•

"You about ready to go?" Sam asked a few hours later.

"Yeah, just let me hit the head first."

"I'll wait here."

Dean stood and walked to the back of the room and through the door that lead to the bathrooms. Walking out of the ladies bathroom she pulled out her phone and checked her messages.

Caleb:

So I'm in Notrees Tx. Thr r literally NO TREES!

It was accompanied by a photo of a dry, flat area of... nothing.

Dean was laughing as she began to type a reply. Suddenly a hand was across her mouth and she was being pulled into a small alcove.

"No one tells me 'no'!" Stanley hissed in her ear, his breath heavy with whiskey.

Dean struggled against him but he tightened his grip around her. He slammed her against the wall, keeping his hand across her mouth, the other grabbing her breast hard as he pushed up against her.

"You an' me are gonna go out side and have a little fun."

Dean trembled as Stanley began to drag her towards the back door. They were getting dangerously close to the exit when she began to struggle against him and he tightened his grip and Dean heard her shirt tear.

The switch in her head clicked and it clicked HARD!

•

Sam looked at his watch. He turned to the door at the back of the room and wondered what was taking Dean so long. He then remembered that he was now a she and it took a bit longer than it used to for her to visit the bathroom. He gave it another minute then decided to go find her. Just as he stood and began to walk back the door exploded, spraying bits of timber around. Sam froze as Dean and Stanley crashed through. Dean was suddenly on top of Stanley. Kneeling with one knee on his thighs, she grabbed a fist full of Stanley's shirt and pulled him partially upright before pummelling his face with her fist.

"You think it's okay to put your hands on me? (Punch) You think it's okay to put your hands (punch) on a woman with out her permission? (Punch)" She screamed, drawing back to hit him again. "Fucking bastard!" (PUNCH!)

"Dean!" Sam yelled as he made his way through the crowd that had formed. He could see the bars security making their way into the melee. They beat him to Dean and tried to drag her off the bloody man lying, groaning, on the floor. She managed to get a few hits in before they dislodged her. It took two of the burly men to drag Dean away and lock her in the storeroom while a few onlookers and bar staff tended to Stanley. Sam pushed his way to the storeroom and tried to get to Dean but the security officer told him no one gets in until the police arrive.