Electric Woman

by Aegix21

Sienna Gold is a powerful Godling who uses her Godly lineage to seek out and destroy evil when she meets Sam and Dean Winchester. They combine forces to try to put a stop to Lilith and the apocalypse. During their journeys, Dean and Sienna make a connection neither of them can deny. Starts in between the 2nd and 3rd seasons! Anything you recognize I don't own!

22. In Another Life

Ohhh, guys. I just...do I even need an excuse? I live in the US...in 2020. I feel like that is explanation enough as to why I haven't been here lol. BUT bc I miss this story (I still think about it, ESPECIALLY the parts I haven't written yet) I'm going to try my best to keep going, but, like... gimme a break. 2020 is a shitshow. ANYWAY, bc I have been gone for soooooo long, here is a SUPER LONG and and ACTUALLY EXPLICIT! chapter. I love you babes. Pleeeease R&R and let me know how you like it. Hope you're all healthy and safe!

The day Dean Smith's life changed forever started out as normal as ever.

He showered, dressed in one of his favorite suits, including fat red suspenders, drank his coffee, and was off to work by seven-thirty in the morning. When he started the Prius, loud rock music blasted through the speakers, startling him- he switched it back to NPR and drove into the city.

Dean grabbed a quick donut on the way in and took the elevator proclaimed Sandover Bridge & Iron Inc. He sighed, content, as he gently shoved open his office door and went to take his usual seat at his desk. The office was familiar to him- Dean had been the Director of Sales and Marketing at his company for a few weeks now.

He went through his day like usual, meeting with clients over headset, making sales, and chatting with his co-workers. His boss, a balding middle-aged man who was not one for open discussion, peeked his head into the office.

"Dean."

Dean quickly ended the call he was on and clicked the headset off.

"Mr. Adler."

"Good stuff." The man encouraged, a slight smile to his thin lips.

"Good stuff?" Dean confirmed, his brows raised.

"Big things. Good stuff." Mr. Adler trailed off while he left Dean's office for his own across the hall.

The rest of his day passed in the same fashion- taking calls, making sales. When quitting time finally rolled around, he packed up his briefcase and headed for the elevator. Still staring at his phone, he heard the elevator ding and he stepped into the car.

He got a quick glimpse of another man in the elevator before his gaze went back to his phone. An itchy feeling made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He looked up- and the other man was staring intently at him. He had sandy blonde hair, wore khakis and a canary yellow polo that read IT, and was at least a solid half a foot taller than him.

The other man's forehead was scrunched in contemplation, his eyes narrowed. Dean raised a brow.

"Do I know you?" The other man asked.

Dean, very uncomfortable, shook his head. "I don't think so."

He went back to his phone to give himself an excuse to ignore the curious guy. He looked up when the elevator dinged again, assuming it was the ground floor.

And then he saw her.

He almost ran smack into her as she stepped into the car, and she raised her brows in surprise. She put up a hand, a few inches from his chest, to stop him. "Woah there."

He blinked, dazed, and stepped back to his position. She fit herself in between the two men in the car, and Dean studied her through stolen glances. Next to the other guy, she looked tiny. Probably barely five foot. She had heaps of gorgeous vibrant red hair that naturally curled to the middle of her back. Her face was perfectly symmetrical- high cheekbones, a small nose that turned up slightly like a Dr. Suess who- all of it splattered with golden-tan freckles.

And when he'd looked into her eyes...Dean couldn't explain it.

Yes, the dark green rings, immediately followed by another warm brown ring, were beautiful- but they were missing something. He knew those eyes. The feeling of deja vu was so overpowering Dean could feel his heart thumping away desperately in his chest like it was trying to escape. She reached across him to press the floor she needed.

He knew damn well he'd never seen this woman- he would've remembered her, but...why did she seem so familiar? Like he knew how it would feel to run his hands through her mountain of soft, shiny hair? Why did he inhale the sweet, flowery scent that surrounded her like it was a drug he was addicted to? He caught himself leaning towards her and stood up straight.

He'd made all these observations within the tiny space of time it took the elevator doors to close and start moving down again. In the midst of the quiet, she leaned over to the man who'd spoken to him, and bumped his side with her shoulder.

He turned his head toward her with an eyebrow cocked. "C?"

"We still going out later, Sammy?"

They both faced forward still, as if they weren't engaged in a conversation. The man half-smiled.

"Is it Tuesday?"

She sighed. "Good. I've got some...new developments to share with you."

He turned toward her this time. Dean could see the bright curiosity in his gaze. The fact that the man's gaze was trained on the redhead forced an irrational surge of jealousy to choke Dean. Why should he be jealous of two people he'd never even met? Maybe he dismissed the man too soon…

"Do you just want to go now?" He murmured, obviously excited.

"Can't." She checked her watch- worn on the inside of her wrist. Dean was going to go crazy thinking he recognized the things this peculiar little woman did. "I've still got twenty minutes here."

The elevator dinged again and she took a step forward. When it opened, she turned back to her apparent...friend? Boyfriend? Why did that idea flush him in rage?

"I'll just meet you at our spot in...an hour?"

The other man shrugged and nodded. Before she stepped out, though, she leaned back toward him, glaring daggers.

"And don't you dare bring Ian."

The guy grimaced back at her, rolling his eyes. "Fine." He dragged the word out. She flashed a breathtaking grin at him, it seemed to light her face with a brilliance Dean couldn't ignore.

"See you there, bitch." She called over her shoulder.

Before the door shut, the man-Sam, called back. "Whatever, jerk!"

Dean stood in silence for a moment. He could still smell the flowery scent of her skin and he inhaled deeply once, and again, before turning back to the other man in the car.

"Who was that?"

Brows raised, Sam met his gaze and pursed his lips.

"Sienna?"

Intuition fluttered in his mind, but it was gone too quickly for him to understand it.

"Her name is Sienna?"

Sam rolled his eyes to the ceiling and shook his head, a small smile pulling up his lips. He sighed before speaking again. Dean was getting irritated with him.

"Sienna Gold. And before you ask, no, she's not my girlfriend."

That felt good. His jealousy was beaten back- at least he had a shot now.

"She works here, right?"

He sighed again. "PR. Public Relations."

"Twelfth floor." Dean confirmed. Now he could set a plan of attack. Sam laughed at his look and tone.

"Look, dude, I have been down this road before with people just like you." He shook his head at him in pity, his brows pulling together. "You're just a little too...buttoned-down for Sienna's taste. Don't take it personally."

Dean gazed down at himself- the suit, briefcase; and he felt defensive. Dean grimaced. "What do you know?" He grumbled.

Sam laughed again as the elevator dinged, finally, for the ground floor.

"I'm her best friend." He smiled smugly. "Sienna is into danger, man, and there is nothin' dangerous about you."

Dean watched him go silently.

….

Sam hated his job.

He worked tech support for some big company in Manhattan. The only upside was when he'd met Sienna. His dreams and instincts were finally confirmed.

As he talked another elderly person through how to use a printer, he mindlessly poked a vampire bobblehead Sienna'd gotten him a week ago- a reminder of the life he wanted. The call ended, and he tore off his headset and got off the call line. He spun in his uncomfortable computer chair and met gazes with one of his IT co-workers- Ian. Ian didn't wear the uniform or follow the company policies.

He was a good guy, but Sam couldn't trust him with the things he trusted Sienna with. They chatted idly until he caught sight of her red curls bouncing through the rows of cubicles. He sat up, and Ian took notice.

"Oh God, here she comes, an HR report just waiting to happen."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Yeah, because she'll assault you if you even think about it."

Ian stared at her dreamily. Sam watched her glare at Ian when she caught his look.

"Worth it." Ian muttered, spinning in his chair back to his cubicle.

"Coffee break?" She asked as she came to a stop, smiling at him.

"Yeah." He stretched out of his chair, walking by her side to the break room. On the way, he stopped at another cubicle. "Paul, buddy, time for a refuel."

Sienna and Sam shared a confused look when their regular coffee-buddy refused.

"Since when?" He asked. "Dude, we get paid by the hour."

When he refused again, they reluctantly stepped away from him and continued down the hall.

"He seems stressed." Sienna remarked.

Sam shrugged. "He got sent up to HR yesterday. Guess they put the fear of God in him."

Sienna snorted at his half-joke.

Holding the door open for her, Sam waited as Sienna walked into the break room ahead of him and went for the coffee pot, pouring them both a cup.

"So, you had any of those dreams lately?"

He sighed. "You know, we wouldn't have to discuss my dreams if you'd just let me come with you."

She glanced around fleetingly and took a step closer to him.

"You know why I don't let you come with me."

"Sienna-" He complained.

"It is a dangerous world out there for you." She enuciated each word. "It's not the same for me, Sam."

"Not if you taught me what you do!"

"You can't do what I do!"

They were yelling in whispers. It was a fight they had often. Sam had been dreaming of the life Sienna led since he could remember. He finally found proof of it- and she wouldn't let him in. It was all very frustrating.

She took a deep breath. "Just tell me the latest. Come on." She coerced. He narrowed his eyes at her, but spilled it anyways.

"I dreamt that I saved a grim reaper named Tessa from demons."

She pursed her lips.

"Hmm. I've never come in contact with a reaper. I can't really confirm that one for you."

Sam's brow furrowed. So far, Sienna had been able to legitimize every monster he'd ever dreamt up- even a four-headed dragon looking thing she called a hydra. The only thing she didn't understand was what she'd been doing in those dreams for months.

Sienna shrugged, and then two more people walked in. She and Sam took their leave now that they weren't alone. She stopped at his desk and he plopped down unhappily.

"Look," Sam whispered. She bent her head down to him. "I haven't told you everything about the dreams. Can I come over tonight?"

She raised her eyebrows and nodded before walking off, aiming another hateful glare at Ian.

Sam tried to concentrate on his work but it was so mindless that he found himself back in his action-packed, gritty dreams.

He awoke with a start, still at his desk, and half-gasped. He knew he'd recognized that guy in the elevator! But why he'd be dreaming the director of Sales and Marketing killed monsters along side he and Sienna, he couldn't begin to guess.

Sam surged out of his seat suddenly. He had to tell Sienna. He couldn't explain the feeling in his gut, but his feet carried him down the hall regardless. Sienna would take it seriously. He pressed the call button for the elevator and waited. When it came down, it was packed full of people- including Dean Smith.

Sam couldn't help but glance at Dean's face every few moments to be sure. He was sure. It was him. There was no doubt about it. Another ding and all of the remaining people flooded out, leaving him alone with Dean. He could tell the other man was trying his best to ignore him, but Sam couldn't help himself. He turned and spoke.

"Can I ask you something?"

Dean huffed and turned on him, exasperated. "Look, man, I told you, I'm not into the-"

"Oh, dude, come on, I'm not either." Sam argued, rolling his eyes. Like Dean hadn't made it perfectly clear he was attracted to Sienna the day before. "I just want to ask you one question."

The poshly dressed man glanced around the car, realized he was trapped, and gave in.

"Sure."

Now that Sam could actually pose the question, it wouldn't come out. He opened his mouth twice, and then laughed nervously at his own stupidity. This was going to go so badly.

"What do you think about ghosts?"

Dean Smith's head rocked back like he'd slapped him. He opened his mouth a couple times to respond and didn't get the words out- much like Sam had just been.

"Ghosts?" He asked in obvious disbelief.

"Do you believe in them?"

Dean chuckled uncomfortably and kept his gaze averted. "Uh, to tell you the truth, I've never given it much thought."

Sam continued to stare, unblinkingly, at the Director.

"Vampires?"

"What?" Dean finally looked at him and laughed in what sounded like astonishment mixed with humor. "Why?"

Sam pursed his lips, but decided that to get to the bottom of these dreams, he'd have to be honest.

"Well...because I've been, uh...having some weird dreams lately. You know what I mean?"

Mr. Smith quickly turned his head away from him, his eyes wide and his jaw clenched. Sam could hear Sienna in his head, telling him to shut up.

"No, not really."

But, still, Sam pushed on. "So…you've never had any...weird dreams?"

Dean sighed and shook his head, pulling his briefcase up over his shoulder, and clutching a file folder in one hand. "Alright, look man, uh...I don't know you, okay? But I'm going to do a public service and, uh, let you know that-that you overshare."

As he spoke, Sam watched him repeatedly press the floor he needed. He tried to hide his smile.

"Twelfth floor?" Sam could hear the humor in his voice. "Me too."

The elevator dinged and Dean halted suddenly, holding a hand out so the door wouldn't close on him. He glared as black as Sienna did at Ian, but Sam had the upper hand here.

"Need me to show you where you're going?" Sam teased when they started to walk in the same direction.

Dean stayed silent, but Sam could see the effort it took him to keep on the charming face he wanted to show Sienna. He held back a laugh. She was going to eat him alive. Sam slowed to a stop a few feet from her office door. The walls were glass, but soundproof. They congregated there to swap supernatural stories sometimes.

He could see her behind her desk, marking something with a red pen. He turned back towards Mr. Smith. "Well, there she is."

Dean narrowed his eyes and took a step toward him in intimidation. At half a head shorter than him, it was laughable.

"This is for work, all right? It's confidential. I can't let you in this meeting."

Sam couldn't help the smile on his face. He tried pressing his lips into a straight line when the glare on the other man's face intensified.

"Oh, I'm just fine waiting out here."

And Sam knocked on her window. She looked up, met his gaze, and smiled, waving him in. Sam pointed to Dean. The smile slipped off her face and she stood, smoothing her pencil skirt and walking around her desk to open the door.

"Hey, what can I do for you?" She asked Dean.

"S-Sienna Gold?" Dean acknowledged in a slight stutter.

Sienna glanced meaningfully at her name, written in bold black letters, on the door and back at him. "Yes?"

Sam chuckled and she glared at him over Dean's head.

"Oh, uh, I've just got something for you to look over and approve." He handed her the folder. "Can I come in?"

She glanced at Sam again before nodding. "Yeah, sure."

He passed by her body and Sam watched as all the hairs on the back of Dean's neck rose and goosebumps peppered his skin. Sam's brows pulled together as he stared. Sure, most normal humans found Sienna dazzling, but she didn't have such a visceral effect on anyone else. Sienna leaned against the glass door toward him.

"Just hang on. This can't take that long."

Sam braced himself against one of the glass walls, and watched nonchalantly as these two figures, who almost always showed up in his dreams, interacted in real life. Sienna saw him across the room and made a movement with her hand he barely caught. Suddenly, he could hear their conversation.

He peeked at the door- it was just barely cracked open. He grinned at her and she winked. Tricky little demigod.

Dean looked up at the ceiling suddenly. Sienna looked up from the report he'd brought her, and raised an eyebrow.

"Sorry, I thought I felt a breeze, but the vent is across the room."

She pursed her lips, the tips pulling up in a suppressed smile.

"It does get drafty sometimes." She agreed.

She went back to the report, and her attention was, again, diverted by Mr. Smith. He was sniffing the air pointedly, his eyes fluttering closed. Sam pressed his face closer. Sienna had scrunched her eyebrows and her mouth drooped open slightly at Dean's peculiar behavior, but not in anger...it looked more like- recognition?

Dean opened his eyes and their gazes met.

Sam sucked in an apprehensive breath- Sienna's eyes had started to shine out a low gold. He didn't know what to do, how to warn her. The two just continued to gape at each other. Sienna fluttered her eyelashes and finally looked away. Sam waved a hand once, trying to get her attention- she looked up, her expression flustered.

Sam pointed to his own eyes and hers widened imperceptibly. She kept her gaze away from Dean's face, refocusing back on the form.

"I think you just need my signature here and-"

She was cut off, once again, by his insistent sniffing. He must have caught on because Sam could see his ears and the back of his neck turning red.

"Oh, I-I'm, uh, sorry. I just…" He inhaled in her direction. "What is that smell? It's intoxicating. Is it your perfume or something in here because-" He inhaled again. "I think I'm addicted to it."

Sienna giggled- she actually giggled. Sam's mouth dropped to the floor. Sienna's official nickname around the office was The Siren because she was absolutely beautiful and she attracted every man within the building- but she'd ripped out all their hearts. Sam thought he may be the only man in the office who hadn't tried. Not one man in the office had even been able to get a date with the girl, much less make her giggle. Then again, Sam was the only one who knew what she was. Sienna's soft, charming voice brought him back to reality and he peeked back through the glass at them again.

"It's not exactly something that can be bought."

Was she flirting? Sam was totally floored. He knocked a knuckle on the glass wall. She met his gaze again, the gold not bright enough for him to see clearly- but was there a small haze there? Sienna seemed to come back to her senses. She turned back to the papers in front of her, her pen running over multiple spots. She gathered them up and handed them back over.

"All good to go." She smiled and stood dismissively.

Dean Smith hadn't moved. He turned his head nonchalantly, saw Sam, and leaned forward in his chair until his arms rested on her desk.

"You know, Geek Squad over there isn't the only one who would come down here to chat."

She snorted a laugh and bit her bottom lip, slowly walking around her desk to stand in front of him.

"He's the only one I want to chat with, typically."

He pulled himself straighter in the chair, his face turned up to hers. "Typically? Can I ask...why?"

She laughed, throwing her head back. Sam begrudgingly smiled at the little scene- Dean's face was radiant when she laughed. And he'd never seen Sienna smile so big, not unless she was recapping her latest hunt, that is.

"Sam's a good guy. He's...different."

He raised his brow at her expression and she shrugged and explained.

"The kind of people who work at a place like this...they hold no interest for me. But Sam- Sam is different. He's perceptive and intelligent and...like me, I guess. He's the only one who...gets it."

"But you don't date?" Dean pried.

She rolled her eyes to the ceiling the same time Sam did. "Oh, Gods, is that what you want to know?" She snorted. "No, I don't date him."

"I hear you don't...date anyone?"

She met his gaze silently for a few moments, her lips twisting up into a smile despite her efforts at professionalism. "Not typically, no."

He turned to where Sam could see his face. A crooked smile pulled up one side of his mouth. His voice came out low and rough.

"Typically. There's that word again."

She looked down at her shoes. Sam watched her chest rise and fall as she exhaled a big breath and when she grabbed for the folder on her desk, her fingers shook just the tiniest bit. Only someone who knew her as well as he did could pick it out.

She took a step past Dean and he got up to follow her as if he was chained to her by the neck. She wrapped a hand around the door handle, but before hauling it open, she let him close the space between them. Less than a foot separated their bodies- she pressed the folder to his chest.

"I think it's been much longer than the time it takes to get a few signatures, Mr. Smith."

Her tone was low and deliberate.

Mr. Smith held onto the folder on his chest, staring into her eyes, an almost hungry look on his face. "I'm sure I can find something else you need to sign, Ms. Gold."

She grinned, chuckling and finally opening the door.

"Well if you do, you know where to find me."

Dean walked out of the glass-walled office blinking rapidly. His gaze settled on Sam and instantly soured. Sam stepped up, about to walk in the office, when Sienna's hand savagely wrapped around his forearm and, still making eye contact with Dean, she roughly pulled him in.

She shut the door and Sam heard the lock click.

When he looked back, Dean was still staring at them with a furrowed brow. Sienna was trying not to pay attention to him. She calmly walked to the chair behind her desk and flopped into it. Sam took a seat on the side that had just been vacated by Dean.

"What just happened?" Sam immediately dove in.

Sienna tried to form a response but ended up leaning her forehead against her hands, her elbows resting on the desk, and closing her eyes.

"I don't know." She wailed finally, holding out the 'O' in know.

"You were literally giggling and blushing!" He practically exclaimed- it was just so weird!

"Shhh!" She chastised him. "I. Don't. Know. It was...He was…"

"It was like you've met him before." Sam answered for her.

Her head snapped up. He had her full attention. "How do you know that?"

"Because he's there, too. In my dreams, it's you, me, and Dean. And he's always weirdly protective of you." Sam's forehead scrunched as he thought about it.

"Protective? Of the demigod in a group of mortals?" Her voice was laced with skepticism.

"But you felt it too!" He leaned closer to her, his elbows on the desk. "You know I'm not makin' this up."

She bit her thumb nail in anxiety, mulling it over.

"But him, Sam? Him? He drives a Prius for Gods' sakes. I'm pretty sure I saw him drinking a fruit smoothie this morning and he- he's the one you think is supposed to live a life of hunting and killing?"

Sam threw up his hands. Hell, he didn't know what any of this meant. But Sienna's reaction to Dean had solidified his suspicions. There was certainly something up with Dean Smith.

"You're the one with the crush." He reminded her.

She glared daggers at him and when she spoke her tone was dismissive.

"Look, how are we going to convince him monsters are real in the first place? It's a tough enough job training you and you believe me! He'd get himself killed in a day."

Sam sighed. "Okay, I'll give you that." Then Sam perked up. "Hey, maybe if you just show him-"

Her sharp look cut him off. "Sienna, he told me he'd never thought of it. Well, maybe if he thinks of it…"

She narrowed her eyes at him, tapping a finger on the desk nervously.

"When and why were you talking about the supernatural with Dean Smith, one of the top people at this company?"

Sam cringed. Sienna had a problem with him blabbing to the world that ghosts, vampires, and monsters of the like did truly exist. Maybe it was because she was supernatural, too.

"...Alone in the elevator?" He tried in a small voice.

Her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open, Sienna gaped in horror. Sam's tone got higher and faster, trying to explain his bad decision.

"I-I just asked if he believed in ghosts...and vampires...and if he'd had any weird dreams-"

"You did WHAT?! Sam!" She shouted.

Sam put his hands up placatedly and shushed her urgently. Her eyes were glowing gold now and he looked around guilty to make sure no one was close enough to see. He thought he saw a movement against a file cabinet pressed against the outside of one of the glass walls, but when he focused, he saw nothing.

"C! Your eyes!" He hissed.

She closed them, covering her eyes with a hand like she was angry. Maybe she was- he couldn't always tell.

"I cannot believe you! What are we going to do now? He probably thinks you're crazy!"

An idea occurred to Sam.

"Then I'll leave him alone. You do it."

She blinked. "Do what?"

"Convince him! He's already super into you." He chuckled. "He'll listen to you!"

Sam gagged and gasped in surprise. She'd grabbed him by the collar of his polo and pulled his face across the desk. She spoke through clenched teeth.

"I am not about to out myself as a demigod to the Director of Sales and Marketing."

She let go and he rubbed at his chest, pouting. She sighed, checking her watch.

"You've got to get back. We'll talk about this later, my place, right?"

"As long as you promise not to fry me." He grumbled.

She smirked and put on a mocking tone. "I promise."

Sam shook his head as he took his leave- then froze. About ten feet ahead of him, striding purposefully away, was Dean Smith.

….

Dean hadn't made a sale in two days.

After his meeting with Sienna Gold in her office, he stuck around and- he admitted with embarrassment, spied on her and the geek guy- Sam. There was something not quite right about them both.

Somehow, that didn't impede his desire for her. In fact, it had made it much, much worse.

In that office, he felt something...intuition? Instinct? Deja Vu? He couldn't decide whether he thought they'd met in another life or if he was certifiably crazy, but he knew Sienna Gold. And she knew him. The more he thought about her, the more he was around her, the more sure he became. He knew her, and he loved her.

There was no other word to describe the way he felt about her. It had to be love. He'd never felt anything so powerful in his life.

And then she happened to only talk to the one guy in this whole building who acted as if he...knew Dean? The whole situation was giving him a migraine. When he closed his eyes, he could almost imagine all the weird feelings he'd had, the weird things that had happened to him, were a dream or his imagination.

But not Sienna. He couldn't make her up. His imagination wasn't powerful enough to fabricate the way his heartbeat doubled in speed when he saw her, the way he recognized the expressions on her face and the way he could remember what she felt like. Her curly, copper hair running through his fingers, her soft, full lips on his, her pale, freckled bare skin sliding against him... And then he would remember her eyes. That's what had been missing! His mind screamed. The gold! It always shone when her heart raced- whether she was fighting, or angry, or staring nervously into his eyes…

His mind recoiled.

How would he know that? How would he know any of it?

Dean's thoughts were racing, so when he walked into the office, he hadn't noticed all the congregated people. He almost ran into a wall of IT polos and suits outside of the break room. Then he saw the EMTs.

His heart flipped and picked up in double time; he couldn't tell you why he was searching the crowd for her face. He let out an audible sigh when he found her- and his forehead furrowed in concentration. He couldn't understand her expression. Sienna wasn't gawking at the black bag- a dead body undoubtedly inside, instead she looked almost suspicious...and pleading?

Covertly, he searched the room for the focus of her attention. As if he couldn't have guessed.

Sam.

Swiveling his gaze from her to him and back, he could tell they were having a silent conversation. He concentrated on Sienna for a moment- she widened her eyes at Sam and mouthed No! angrily. Dean turned to look back at Sam, and instantly looked away. The IT geek was staring at him meaningfully.

Sam knew that Dean was suspicious of them. He leaned to the suit next to him.

"Something about this not feel right to you?" He asked.

"Uh, try the whole thing. I'm telling you, man...I'll never eat popcorn again."

"Yeah, right." Dean replied distractedly.

Sienna and Sam had both started nonchalantly moving for the door. Dean watched them go, and followed from a safe distance. The couple turned a corner and Dean braced against the wall and listened to their whispered argument.

"Sam-"

"No, no, no. You are not going to make light of this! It's happening right here, in this office, and you're still going to argue?" Sam made it sound like this was an argument they'd had before.

"We don't know-" She tried.

"Don't lie to me! I know what that was!" Sam insisted.

Sienna sighed. "I'm not gonna lie. But this doesn't mean you need to investigate like the freakin' Crimestoppers, okay? It happens all the time and people are never the wiser."

Sam snorted. "But I am."

"I told you, you didn't want anything to do with this weeks ago! You don't listen to me!" Sienna half-shouted.

Sam grabbed her shoulders and half-shook her. Dean puffed up defensively- he almost marched over there and ripped his hands off her.

"Because I do want it, Sienna! I can't just have this information and sit at my desk and do meaningless work!"

Dean peeked around the corner to see her face soften at his plea. Sam's voice was gentle.

"What you do, C…" He sighed. "You help people. You save them. Please...that's who I want to be, too."

Sienna's head lolled forward in defeat, her voice so quiet Dean had to strain to hear. "I just don't want you to get hurt."

Sam laughed quietly. "And I didn't want to pop your shoulder back into socket last week, but here we are."

She laughed, too- though Dean was floored. Her shoulder out of the socket?! What could such a small person do to cause that? Why wouldn't she have just gone to the doctor?!

"Fine." Sienna sighed heavily. "Go research your first case, kid."

He half-gasped, wrapped his arms around her middle and lifted her off her feet. She laughed and hugged him back tightly.

"Just promise me if you think you're in serious danger you'll call for me immediately, okay?"

"I promise!" He agreed enthusiastically.

He set her down and took off to his cubicle. She fixed her ruffled clothes. Dean didn't realize until too late that she would need the elevators- and would run smack into him. And before he could even move, she strolled around the corner, halting so suddenly that her hair flew up around her face, framing those pretty green-gold eyes he swore he recognized, in coppery-red. Her eyes were wide with surprise, her mouth trying to form words.

"Wh-what are you doin' down here?" She stuttered.

Her flustered look sent a surge of pleasure rushing through his veins. Maybe she was as affected by him as he was by her. He hoped, anyway. He smiled his crooked grin at her.

"I could ask you the same thing."

She narrowed her eyes and smiled playfully. "I have a friend in IT. You?"

He shrugged with aloof, took a step into her personal space, and let his voice drop low. "Oh, you know, there's this girl…"

She smiled without meeting his eyes and stalked past him towards the elevators. Her voice was still light and playful- which surprised him. From all the information he could gather from the men in the office, Sienna wasn't prone to flirting, or even smiling, for that matter. Every one of their interactions left Dean more and more convinced they knew each other, somehow, and they were crazy for one another.

"Isn't there always a girl?" She mused.

He bit his bottom lip and grinned. As if attached to her, he turned the direction she walked and followed her. He had to go back up to his floor, anyway. The car arrived and- yes! It was empty.

Dean watched Sienna take a big breath from the corner of his eye and they both stepped in. The doors closed and Sienna pushed the buttons they needed- pressing his without asking, probably in the hope that he wouldn't follow her to her office. He wasn't sure whether he would or not yet. It was like she was the sun, and he was the Earth- he couldn't help but revolve around her.

"So, it looked like a pretty heated argument." He intentionally provoked.

Sienna glared sideways at him.

"What did you hear?" She cringed.

He laughed. "Nothing that made any sense, whatsoever."

She breathed a sigh of obvious relief. He pulled his brows together and pursed his lips. He didn't know what he'd been expecting...but it wasn't that. She caught his look, bit her lip, and carefully explained.

"If you'd have...understood or recognized anything, well...that would make things much more complicated."

"You don't like complicated?" He wondered.

She barked out a laugh that had him smiling with her.

"My life is too complicated."

He thought about that for a moment and all the strange things that had happened since he met Sam in the elevator two days ago. He glanced at her sideways, narrowing his eyes.

"Does this have anything to do with the weird questions Sam asked me in the elevator yesterday?"

She froze- and then the elevator dinged.

"Wait-" He tried.

"No." She cut him off. "You didn't understand anything we said, remember?"

She met his gaze fleetingly- he knew it wasn't his imagination! The gold in her irises shone lightly out at him. And then she stepped out of the car, pressing the door close symbol so he couldn't follow.

After his talk with Sienna, Dean was more convinced than ever.

Maybe that Sam guy wasn't as crazy as he thought he was. He glanced back at his computer. He'd pulled up the employee file on Paul- the body found downstairs. Paul was due for retirement in two weeks...and the guy commits suicide? Exhausted by his whirlwind thoughts, he laid his head on the desk, propped on his arms. His eyes fluttered closed briefly, just to rest…

His dreams flashed behind his eyelids in confusing, overlapping fashion. The only thing he recognized was himself, Sienna, and IT Sam.

Sienna lying, half-dead and covered in blood on a dirty, stripped mattress; Sam and Sienna screaming at him angrily for being reckless; a deal with a black-eyed woman to save Sam; him beheading a four-headed dragon while Sienna shot gold out of the palms of her hands; Sam dying in his arms; Sienna singing to him in a royal blue sequined dress; rabid massive black dogs tearing his body to shreds while Sam and Sienna screamed and sobbed in agony; Sienna asleep and curled around his body in bed; Sienna sprinting and hurling herself into his arms; Sienna's hands on his face, tears in her eyes; Sienna's lips moving against his; the feeling of Sienna's bare skin; Dean's own voice snaking down to her..."Sienna...I love you."

He sat up abruptly, panting, his heart pounding away in his chest.

A noise from his desktop pulled his attention away from the images still flashing in his mind's eye. A notification had woken him. He was supposed to call an IT kid into his office to fix a small error in a document. He sent a message to the kid- Ian, and waited.

A few short moments later he minimized Paul's employment file and welcomed Ian into his office.

"Ian, is it? Yeah, come on in."

The IT guy crept in nervously. Dean got straight to the point. He had too much to think about to focus on his job today.

"Yesterday, you filled out a 445-T. And uh, no problems, just a- just a few errors. I mean, we did just switch over to Vista, so I'm sure you're used to filling out the Dash-R's, am I right?"

"Oh no." Ian whimpered. Dean's eyes widened in semi-shock.

"No, no, no. It's fine. It's fine. I just need you to redo one today so I can get the show on the road with the invoicing."

Dean smiled- and it slipped off his face. Ian's face had crumpled, his lip quivering. Dean opened his mouth twice without saying anything- he hadn't expected this response at all.

"Oh my God."

"No, it's fine! Just re-file it and we're square."

Ian squinched his eyes shut and clenched his fists. "I can't believe I did this. I can't-I can't believe it. I...can't believe I did this."

Dean stared at the techie in astonishment. Surely what he'd said wasn't that bad? He hadn't been angry or mean...He put his hands up in an effort to placate him.

"Hey, guy, come on-"

"No, no." Ian cut him off, his voice wavering. "It affected profits. It-I screwed up. I-I can't-I am so sorry. How could I do that? I failed Sandover. I failed the company."

Completely shocked, while the guy had a literal break down, Dean noticed a flash of coppery red through the glass window on the side of the door. He leaned over to peer around Ian- and there was Sienna. She was supposedly talking to one of the other sales reps, but her gaze was trained on him and Ian.

The apprehension in her stance had his nerves bristling: her clenched fists, the tapping foot, the wide, attentive gaze.

Something was wrong.

Dean stood swiftly, grabbing for one of the chairs on the other side of the desk.

"Uh, why don't you sit down, Ian?"

The IT guy backed away from him, almost hyperventilating, and ran out of his office and down the hall. Dean hesitated for only a moment in the hallway, and Sienna was by his side, surging ahead and leading him quickly in the direction Ian ran.

"There's something very wrong." She murmured.

"I believe you." He breathed.

They followed Ian to the men's bathroom on that floor. Sienna hesitated with her fingers wrapped around the door handle. Dean took a step closer, so their bodies brushed lightly, and then angled himself so that his body shielded her from any passerbys.

"Go." He whispered.

She looked around fleetingly and slipped in. Dean followed her almost immediately. She had her hands up, and was calling Ian's name gently, trying to get him to look at her. Ian was panting, eyes locked on his own in one of the mirrors above the sinks.

Sienna exhaled a slow breath and then inhaled sharply. She whirled around to face him.

"Dean, get out of here."

His brows pulled together and he huffed. Though he couldn't feel the chill, his breath was visible in the air like being outside in the winter. Sienna's eyes widened.

"Dean, go! Please!"

She twisted back around to Ian.

"Ian? It's Sienna. I need you to look at me. Okay, Ian? Just look at me."

The sinks whirred to life and the soap dispensers began dispensing automatically, leaving fat globs of pink soap spilling over the counters onto the floor. Dean's eyes widened and his heart started pounding in fear. He strode over to Sienna, his hand out to catch her up against him and bolt- and she swatted him away, ducking under his arm to get closer to Ian.

"H-Hey, maybe we should get out of here, huh?" He pleaded with them both.

"Ian?" She insisted.

Dean's heart was racing, but he still shadowed Sienna as she drew closer to Ian. I mean, what was she thinking? He screamed in his head. She was tiny! Even this drumstick of a guy could potentially hurt her, especially if he was having some sort of mental break.

"Look at me!" She finally broke through to him. Ian turned and regarded her with terror. She held her hands up and took a step closer.

"Ian?" Her voice was soft, pleading. "Do you remember me?"

He pulled a pencil out of his pocket and gripped it in his clenched fist. Dean slid up to Sienna's side, shielding her body with his as much as she'd let him. Ian stared down at the pencil.

"Wait! No!" She begged, her hands stretching toward the tech supporter. Sienna surged forward too late- Ian plunged the sharp point into his jugular.

Blood poured from the hole in his neck, pushing the pencil back out of his skin grotesquely. Dean was gaping at the scene, horror-struck, but Sienna immediately jumped into action. She kicked off her low heels, tugged Dean over with her, and collapsed by Ian's side.

Dean glanced up and froze. There was the reflection of an old man on the steel bathroom door behind Sienna. He turned to look behind him and tell the man to run for help. There was no one there.

He could hear the dying Ian trying to breathe. Possibly in shock, Dean numbly watched as Sienna tore her shirt over her head, leaving her in a bloodied black skirt and navy blue tank top. His gaze caught on the top of a gray-gold scar poking out from the top of her chest. A flush of heat forced beads of sweat to develop on his brow. Where had he seen that scar before? Why was it making his stomach clench? She pressed the fabric into the wound as tightly as she could without choking Ian.

It wasn't enough.

Ian's breathing ceased and his eyes stared unseeingly upward. Sienna sighed, her head hanging over the dead man with her eyes closed. She held her hands out away from her body. They were covered in Ian's blood.

"Sam's going to be so upset." She cried, her eyes opening to gaze at Ian in sorrow. She tried to pull her hair back from her face with her wrists. It wasn't going well. Dean leaned over and did it for her, his fingers grazing her cheekbones, her temples. She looked up at him nervously, her eyelashes fluttered and her eyes burned gold. They were so bright he almost had to squint to look at her.

"What just happened?" He breathed.

Her face was split. Her eyes yearned to tell him the truth- he could see the desire there. But her mouth pressed into a straight line and she stayed silent. Then they heard voices. She stood so quickly it startled him, and quickly scanned the room.

She moved to dart around Dean, but he caught her under the elbow.

"Wait! What are you doing?"

He didn't want her to leave, not yet, not before she explained any of the crazy things they'd just experienced together. Maybe it would help him understand the magnetic energy surrounding her that was convincing him he'd known her before.

She stomped to one sink and he watched the water stain red, until it faded to a light pink and then clear. She stopped right in front of him again, her eyes still yearning to be honest. She grabbed both his hands and squeezed.

"I cannot be here when they come. I was never here, okay? Never here, Dean. Please."

He pursed his lips.

"If I'm going to lie for you, I want the truth."

She opened her mouth to reply twice and finally groaned, practically growling in frustration.

"I don't have time to tell you everything!"

He squeezed her hands back and appealed to her.

"Fine. Tonight, after work. My place. You can even bring your geek."

The voices were very close now. She squeezed her eyes shut.

"Fine!"

She went to move and he pulled her back to his body from their still-joined hands. She huffed in exasperation.

"Dean! I don't-"

"Just tell me one thing." He interrupted. "You know what's happening here and how to stop it?"

"Yes." She grumbled.

She pulled away, and this time he let her. She pushed through one of the stall doors and stood on the toilet, climbing up the wall of the bathroom stall, knocking aside the vent covering in the ceiling and, somehow, hoisting herself up.

She'd already replaced the vent by the time the first person burst in the room.

….

As soon as the commotion was broken up, Dean retreated back to his office, away from the prying eyes of his co-workers. He hadn't caught another glimpse of Sienna, and she wasn't answering the phone in her office. Deciding on another line of attack, Dean called up a certain tech supporter.

"This is Sam. Tech Support."

"Hi, I need to see you in my office...now."

He changed out of his bloody clothes- now minus his suspenders. A knock sounded on his door.

"Come on in. Shut the door."

Dean stood behind his chair, leaning on the back of it for support. He regarded Sam, who was clutching his work bag to his chest, suspiciously. Funny how when Sienna did and said strange things, he liked her more. He liked Sam less when he did it.

"Who the hell are you?" He demanded.

Sam scoffed. "I'm not sure I know."

That wasn't the answer Dean was looking for. "What the hell does that mean?"

"Sam Wesson. I started here three weeks ago."

Dean's heart picked up speed. He'd also started at Sandover three weeks ago...the conversation was making him feel crazy- but not crazier than all the other things that'd been happening.

"Look, man, you cornered me in the elevator, talking about ghosts, and now…"

Sam raised his brows and leaned forward excitedly, taking two steps closer to him.

"And now what?" He inquired.

Dean looked at the floor. It was hard for him to admit what he was thinking. "Now, nothing...uh, you started working here three weeks ago?"

Sam nodded and chuckled.

"Same day Sienna started, I remember. Also probably why she's my only friend."

Dean had stopped pacing.

"Both of you? I did too…"

There was an awkward silence. Sam broke it first, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.

"When you were in that bathroom with Ian…did you see something?"

"I don't know." Dean closed his eyes, shaking his head. "I don't know what I saw."

"Wait." Sam swallowed hard and met his distressed look.. "Are you saying that- Did you see a ghost?" He exclaimed.

Dean looked around nervously, but no one had bothered his office all day.

"I was freaking out." He rationalized. "The guy penciled his damn neck!"

"You did, didn't you?!" Sam seemed genuinely excited about this prospect. "Okay listen, what if these suicides, aren't suicides? I mean, what if there's something...not natural?"

Dean stood straight, an eyebrow cocked in skepticism.

"So what, ghosts are real? And they're responsible for all the dead bodies around here? Is that what you're telling me?"

Sam tugged over one of the chairs outside his desk, and Dean sat heavily in his own.

"Look…I know it sounds crazy. But yes- that's what I'm telling you."

Dean looked up in alarm when his door opened for the breath of a moment. Sienna slid through the small crack and silently closed the door behind her back. She was still dressed in the bloody skirt and tank top. Dean wondered how she'd gotten all the way to his office without being seen. Sam shot to his feet.

"Sienna! Where have you been?! Ian-"

"I know." She murmured at the same time that Dean commented. "She knows."

Sam's brow furrowed and his gaze flitted between the two apprehensively.

Dean's eyes went, guiltily, to Sienna. She sighed and stepped in front of the tech supporter holding her hands out sadly. He furrowed his brow at first, and then relaxed it, coming to understand.

"I tried to stop him." She comforted.

"Which you wouldn't have needed to do, if I could do anything." He growled, crossing his arms.

Sienna groaned and pulled on his arms. Dean watched with a clinical sort of interest. Sam had been telling the truth that first day in the elevator. They seemed more like siblings than anything.

"It's your first time, Sam! You did the right thing. You noticed something wrong and you took action."

His expression was miserably blank. "That's taking action? Calling you?"

"Saaaaaam." She drew out his name in a sort of wail.

Dean stepped up beside Sienna, squelching a strange urge to tuck her into his side and wrap his arm around her neck.

"Look, buddy, you couldn't have stopped him. No one could. Hell, Sienna knew what was happening, and she couldn't either. Let's just figure out what's happening here, okay? One foot in front of the other."

Sienna was side-glancing him inquisitively.

"What?" He mumbled for her ears only. "Did I say something wrong?"

She faced him, her brows pulling together slightly like she was studying him.

"N-No, not at all. I just…" She shook herself like a wet cat. "It's nothing. Nevermind."

She sighed and sat on his desk, crossing her legs so that her feet hovered a foot above the ground. He could really get used to that view. He leaned against the desk next to her.

"It's most definitely a spirit, though, Sammy." She explained. "Every sign and symptom."

Sam looked back up at Dean, a smug look plastered to his face. Dean stammered stupidly until his thoughts could realign.

"You guys are talking about ghosts, okay? With what proof?"

Sam glanced at Sienna, flopping back down in the chair. She threw a wall up at Dean's words, staring blankly at the floor in stark silence. Dean took the opportunity to sit back in his own seat as he watched the silent stare down between Sam and Sienna.

"C…" Sam pleaded.

She clenched her jaw and glared at the wall. Sam shook his head and huffed, clearly irritated.

"Do you remember those dreams I was telling you about?" He appealed to Dean.

Sienna's head whipped back around and she skewered him in her gaze. Sam pushed off the ground with a foot, scooching his chair four feet away from her.

"I was dreaming about ghosts. And then it turns out, there's a real ghost!"

Dean stared blankly at him.

"So, you're telling me that your dreams are special visions, and you're some kind of psychic?"

It was clear Dean didn't believe him. Sam glared at Sienna's back. She was facing Dean, but her expression was still carefully blank and she refused to speak. The only outward sign of her anxiety was the foot tapping on the side of his desk.

"No." Sam half-laughed with clenched teeth. "I mean, that would be nuts."

Dean glanced at Sienna. Sam opened his mouth to say something- then growled instead.

"You're being a jerk right now, and you know it." He spat at her. "You just going to let me flounder around up here until they commit me to a mental institution?"

She spun around and glared at him, her hands clasping the edge of the wood desk tightly.

"This wasn't my idea." She hissed.

Dean's brows shot up. He'd never seen them actually fight. But it was clear where the argument lie: including Dean. As crazy as all of this was, he wanted Sienna to include him. He wanted her to trust him. Before Sam could yell back at her, Dean's hand came down on Sienna's and he squeezed her fingers lightly as he spoke.

"Hey." He murmured. She turned back toward him reluctantly. "You promised me the truth."

With a certain amount of grace, she leaned toward him, propping herself up with the hand he still held, his fingers wrapped around hers. Her eyes were shining lowly- it was still dazzling. The gold ring looped around her pupil felt right, though, anatomically, it obviously wasn't.

Her expression and her words didn't match. She looked miserable, her mouth set in a permanent frown, and her tone was soft and persuasive. It took him a minute to realize that she was begging him.

"You don't have anything to do with this, Dean. You can walk away." She squeezed his hand tighter. "Please, just walk away."

He continued to stare into her eyes, feeling vulnerable. "You want me to leave?" He whispered.

She closed her eyes and inhaled through her nose. Her head drooping close enough that he could smell the exquisite scent of her skin again. He inhaled sharply.

"It's not...about what I want." She whispered, her face still hidden. "It's about what you want."

"And if I want to be here? Be with you...guys?"

He was glad she wasn't looking at him as he said that last tidbit. Embarrassment flooded his cheeks hot. Sienna only put her head in her hands, still averting her eyes.

"Well, then I would advise against that." She snapped irritably.

Dean furrowed his brow. He thought she was being unnecessarily difficult.

"Why?"

"Because she likes you." Sam confessed in an annoyed groan.

"SAM!" She wailed, whipping her head up to scowl at him. "I will smite you if you do not stop talking."

Dean stood suddenly, rounding the side of his desk, and leaning against it in front of Sienna with his hands. She scooched back half a foot, inhaling sharply, and he only leaned into her further. Her eyes were blazing gold like honey. Her kneecaps rested just below his belly button. There was something more to the desire he felt for Sienna. He knew it had to be true. There was a reason why he'd felt like he'd known her, loved her, from the moment he laid eyes on her. And he hoped that if Sienna would just be honest with him, he could figure it out.

"Please. Why does your interest in me mean you want me to go away?"

He heard her breathing pick up speed from the proximity of their bodies, from his touch, and the words flooded out.

"Because humans can't get attached to me." She breathed.

He blinked once and furrowed his brow. She was frozen in what he assumed was shock that she'd been honest. She spun her legs out from in front of him, but he wasn't losing her now. Not when she'd finally started answering his questions. He caught her before she could jump down.

"No way, lady." He pulled her knees back in front of him, holding her there. "Why do you say humans?"

He could tell this was the question she'd tried to avoid. Eyes closed and teeth clenched, Sienna wasn't giving anything up. He brushed her hair back from her shoulders in a move that felt natural. Goosebumps rose where his fingers touched her bare skin. She barked out a laugh without humor and spoke through her clenched teeth.

"You won't believe me."

She opened her eyes to stare into his. He kept her eye contact, murmuring in a low voice.

"Well, I've started believin' in a whole mess of things this week, so why don't you try me?"

She remained silent, staring into Dean's eyes like a cornered animal. Sam's voice broke through their concentration. Dean had almost forgotten he was there altogether. It was so easy for him to become completely preoccupied with the redhead.

"Sienna, you've got to be honest with someone besides me. I know you hate the lying and the running."

Still staring into her eyes, Dean grabbed for her hand again.

"I won't hurt you." He promised.

She grimaced as if she were in pain and nodded like she'd heard it before.

"You can't promise me that."

He squeezed her hand again. "I can try my damnedest to."

She sighed and laughed sarcastically. "I'm a demigod."

When he didn't reply, she went on ruthlessly, her tone as bleak as the look on her face.

"You know, half human and half God. My dad is Zeus, King of the Greek Gods, no big D. That means I have all these crazy powers and I use them to hunt down and kill monsters, ghosts, demons. You name it. So, to recap, not only are monsters real, but Gods are, too. Ya feel enlightened?" She snapped at the end.

Dean continued to gape at her as if she had a third arm. He was aware he was doing it, but unable to stop.

She snorted. "And now, you think I should be locked up."

Biting the inside of her cheek, she slipped her legs out from in front of him and hopped off the desk. He held his hand out to catch at her, but she had already breezed past him.

"Let's go, Sam, before the cops show up." She ordered bitterly.

Her hand was on the doorknob of his office door before he could make his body work. He dashed across the room and shoved himself against the door, closing it with a loud crack. Sienna had only gotten the door open half a foot before he'd closed it again and she stared at him with her brows raised in surprise. He appealed only to her.

"Don't." He whispered. "Don't leave."

All of her muscles froze rigid. Her eyelashes fluttered dreamily. Then, as if Dean imagined the look of recognition in her eyes, Sienna shook herself and glared at his stricken look. "Why?" She snarled.

"Because I believe you!" He blurted. Sienna's eyes widened and she stumbled a step backwards.

"You what?" She breathed, incredulous.

He thrust a hand toward Sam desperately. She had to believe him. Sam had been observing their argument from his seat, keeping his eyes down in an effort to give them some sense of privacy.

"You said you had dreams about ghosts. Well, right before Ian offed himself…"

His gaze went back to Sienna of its own volition. The longing in his expression couldn't be helped. He didn't try. How could he, when he could still feel the memory of her touch and her lips? For only a moment, Sienna held his gaze. Then she turned her face to the ground, her cheeks blushed.

"And what?" Sam's incredulous voice demanded.

Still staring longingly after Sienna, Dean answered him, hoping she'd believe him.

"There were ghosts, and monsters, and demons and all of that. And there was you..and there was Sienna."

She didn't move, but her eyes had come up to search for his face.

"And that makes you believe her?" Sam asked for confirmation.

"I believe her because I watched her." Sienna stared at him, her mouth barely open in astonishment. He spoke directly to her. "I saw you fly, and control the wind. I saw you shoot lightning out of your body. You're incredible." He ended in an awed murmur.

Her cheeks flushed pink again.

"C…" Sam prodded.

"I know." She sighed. "Go ahead."

"You and Sienna are in my dreams, too. She didn't want me to say anything."

Sam said the words so quickly, like he couldn't wait to get them out, that Dean had to process them for a moment to understand. He looked back at Sienna for answers.

"What's going on?" He asked in a half-accusing tone.

She shook her head, shrugging. "I don't know. Really."

In the silence, Dean took a huge breath. At least it appeared as if Sienna was staying. Sam tapped something on the wood of the desk, calling their attention back to him.

"Well, then maybe we should just take it one step at a time, and solve the ghost problem here."

Sienna scowled and glared at Sam, but he only smiled and shook the file in his hand. She rolled her eyes and stomped over, gesturing that he should hand it over. She sat back in her spot on the desk and started rifling through the papers.

Sam saw Dean's confused look and explained.

"I think I found a connection between the two guys."

Dean strode across the room to read over Sienna's shoulder. He suppressed a smile when his breath caused a shudder to run down her back. She didn't look up- acting like she wasn't affected. He raised an eyebrow at the IT geek.

"You broke into their email accounts?"

Sam stuttered. "I used...some skills that I happen to have to…"

"Research." Sienna finished from behind the file. She gave Sam a prideful look. "And I never could have done this. Good job, Sammy."

Sam smiled and chuckled, before diving back into what he found.

"So, it turns out Ian and Paul both got the same email telling them to report to HR, room 1444."

With a furrowed brow, Dean pointed out the issue. "HR's on seven."

"Exactly!" Sam exclaimed.

Sienna threw the file down on Dean's desk. "Well, let's go check it out."

Sam stood so fast Dean almost yelped. They both made for the door.

"Woah, there!" Dean called when her hand clutched the doorknob. She turned and lifted her eyebrows, smirking.

"You can stay here if you want."

Dean narrowed his eyes back at her, glaring. As he did so, he hauled open one of the cabinets behind his desk, pulling out a crisp blue and white striped button-up shirt.

"Oh, I'm coming with you, Princess. I just thought you might need this."

He handed her the shirt. She took it sheepishly. Her black skirt had dried of Ian's blood and was no longer showing it- her tank top, on the other hand, was a dead give away for any suspicious onlookers.

After sliding it on, Sienna turned for the door again and Dean followed her. Hiding another smile, he could have sworn she inhaled at the collar of his shirt a few times as they maneuvered to the elevators.

Once they'd finally dropped onto the fourteenth floor, they were alone. It was deathly quiet, and Sienna held a finger to her lips to keep them quiet, too. Halfway through the halls, Sienna's head snapped up and she darted around the next corner.

Sam and Dean followed her, Dean complaining. Sam defended Sienna's bizarre behaviors as they ran. "She's got better eyesight, hearing, and smell. She must have heard…"

Screaming and the crashing of metal could be heard from room 1444 now. The boys put on a burst of speed. Sienna had just stopped at the door, wiggling the doorknob, when they came around the corner.

Obviously locked, the door only rattled. She pushed them both back with the back of her hands on their chests, and to Dean's immense surprise, she kicked off her heels and leaned sideways to kick the door open. The lock burst apart, splintering the ancient wood, and it swung open. He stared at Sienna with new eyes. The girl was a badass!

Heart thumping from anticipation, Dean shoved into the room and hesitated.

"Woah."

The room was full of old model computers and ancient office supplies sitting on eight or nine foot metal shelving. Sienna had already rushed into the room ahead of them and was talking to a man in a canary yellow IT shirt. One of the metal shelves had tipped onto him, pinning his body to the floor and surrounding him with fallen computers and keyboards.

Without saying a word, he and Sam each took a side and began lifting the metal off of him. Dean gasped- and then yelped when his body collided with another one of the metal shelves. He scrambled onto his back when he heard Sienna yell for him.

She held herself under one of the top rungs of the shelf pinning the IT geek to the ground. The IT guy had stopped screaming in pain, but cringed again when the same old man Dean had seen in the bathroom reflection appeared and slowly reached out a hand toward him. Both of Sienna's hands were on the shelving- the only thing keeping her and the victim from being smashed.

"You need iron!" She screamed, pointing with her chin to a bundle of metal next to him.

Dean seized up a heavy, old wrench from a box off the metal shelving and swung it through the apparition. It immediately disappeared.

He and Sam made eye contact- the only two who hadn't seen a ghost, or fought one before. Dean knew the shock and adrenaline were showing on his own face, too.

"Uh, guys?" Sienna prompted.

They both made yelps of apology and, once again, grabbed each side of the shelving and propped it back up. Sienna scooted herself far enough away that she wouldn't be hurt if it fell. Sam helped the other IT guy up and Dean held out a hand to Sienna.

She gripped it tight and pulled herself up. She practically grinned at his deer-in-the-headlights look.

"You definitely believe me now, huh?"

….

Sienna was looking around Dean's apartment in wonder from her perch on the back of his leather couch. She wanted to search it, if she was being honest.

There was something fishy going on where Dean Smith was involved. She couldn't explain it- certainly didn't want to voice it, but she knew this man. He was as familiar as her own face in the mirror. The gravelly voice he used when he flirted with her, the precise shade of green his eyes were, even the way he smelled, like fresh pine as if he had materialized here from the forest behind her house in Idaho- she swore she recognized them. But she had no memory of having met him.

"Man, I could go for a beer." Sam complained.

Dean stuck his head in the fridge. "Yeah, sorry, I got all the carbs out of the house."

She and Sam shared a look, trying not to laugh, and Sienna hopped off her perch.

"I'll be right back." She laughed.

She slipped out the door and trotted down the stairs to her vintage purple bug. She opened the car door and slid in, closing it behind her. Leaning over the driver's seat, she grabbed for the bag of extra clothes she kept, pulling out a pair of soft, worn jeans.

She flipped back around and kicked off her heels, pulling the jeans on under her skirt, in case anyone was spying on her- say, from Dean's windows.

She threw the skirt off, shoved on her hunting boots, tugged the twelve pack of beer she had stashed in the backseat into her arms, and strolled back to the posh apartment. When she walked in, Sam grinned and held out a hand. She handed him the twelve pack with a smirk. Dean raised an eyebrow, an impressed smile tugging his lips up flirtatiously, as he turned to address Sienna.

"What are you, like a black belt or something? Kicking the door down- that was very Jet Li. And how did you know about the iron?"

She laughed and took a swig of beer. "I've been doin' this a real long time, Dean."

He raised his brows at that. "How long?"

"Hmm." She looked at the ceiling as she thought about it. "I wanna say I killed my first monster when I was...eleven?" She wondered.

She turned her head back to the boys. Dean's jaw was dropped. He stuttered while Sienna took another nonchalant swig of her beer.

"You were- you did this when you were a child?!"

She chuckled again and grinned at his incredulous look. "Look, it's probably not the same for humans as it is for demigods. It's natural for me to have started so young. Demigods have a lifespan of, like, thirty-two."

He gaped at her again, but Sam spoke up in a longing tone before either of them could respond.

"See, but tell me why it feels natural to me." She turned toward him, her brow furrowing. He kept going. "Like, I don't belong here." He pointed to his IT polo. "Like I should do something more than sit in a cubicle."

Sienna scrunched her nose up sympathetically. "I think most people who work in a cubicle feel that way."

Sam huffed and half-groaned. "No, look, it...it's more than that. I hate my job. I hate this town. I hate these clothes. I don't like my own last name. I-I don't know how else to explain it except that...it feels like I should be doing something else. There's just..."

"Somethin' in your blood." Sienna murmured in agreement.

"What about you?" Sam asked Dean abruptly. "You ever feel that way?"

Sienna and Dean were both perched on the top of his couch, watching Sam pace. When he asked, Sienna watched Dean glance at her sideways and purse his lips.

"I don't think I believe in destiny. I do believe in dealing with what's right in front of us, though."

Sam sighed and turned to Sienna. "Okay. So, what do we do now?"

"We do what you do best, Sammy." She hopped off the couch. "Research."

…

Sienna and the boys had been researching for a couple hours when Sam eventually nodded off, leaned over on the couch in front of his laptop. Sienna and Dean were still hunkered down in front of their computers across the room from each other. The silence between them was comfortable. Sienna didn't feel the need to fill the air with words.

Dean suddenly got out of his seat, stretching- a few of his joints popped. He casually strolled to her side of the room, grabbed one of her beers, and popped it open. Her heart picked up speed- gods, she thought, get a grip! She didn't react until he scooted the other chair at the table back and sat in it across from her. Why did just his presence cause her pulse to thud in her ears and her skin to prickle, like if she didn't touch him soon she'd explode? She looked up at him through her lashes.

He was leaning, one hand on his chin, staring at her like she was a science experiment.

"Tell me something." He prompted in that same sexy gravelly voice she swore she recognized.

She lifted a brow. "What do you want to know?"

He kept his eyes trained on the tabletop and spoke carefully, as if he were thinking very hard about the words he said. "You didn't want to tell me that you're a demigod...because you like me and you didn't think I'd believe you." He met her gaze. "But that wasn't all, was it?"

She narrowed her eyes, but her lips remained shut. She couldn't get past it. Yes, she felt like she'd known him her whole life- and that made it all the more necessary to run the other way as fast as possible. Dean sighed, pushing the laptop out from between them. When she looked into his eyes she thought she could see raw pain.

"Aren't we past the evasiveness?" He pleaded.

She took a deep breath, biting her lip for only a moment. She gave up. It hardly mattered anyway.

"Okay." She breathed, resting back against her chair, her hands flat on the table. "I didn't want you to know because I didn't want you to get attached to me. I don't want you to like me."

"Because humans can't get attached to demigods?"

"It's not that they can't. It's that they shouldn't." She leered at him meaningfully. He narrowed his eyes.

"Tough luck, Princess." He grumbled.

"Deeeean." She groaned, rubbing her temple with a hand. She felt his hand lightly grip hers on the tabletop and twine his fingers through. She'd closed her eyes at his touch. She did this every time he touched her, trying to keep herself from giving in to the electric current coming from his body. His voice came out rough and pleading.

"Why, then? Why are you pushing me away? Why do you hold everyone but Sam at arm's length?"

A lump was forming in Sienna's throat.

She'd never said these words out loud. She'd never had to. Her standoffish attitude usually kept people away, but not Dean. Dean was more interested. Explaining herself was the only thing that might keep him away. Eyes trained on her lap, she forced the words through her raw throat. It was barely a whisper.

"My life is very dangerous, Dean." She let out a shuttery breath. "I can survive things that you can't. Any human involved with me is at, at least, three times the risk I am, at all times of the day, and it's difficult to get out of this kind of life. I didn't want you to start in the first place."

He raised a brow. "So, you're scared? For me?" When she didn't respond, he went on. "Then why don't you just quit fighting?"

She snorted. "You make that sound so easy. There is no getting out, Dean. Not for me. A human, sure it's difficult, but it could be done. A demigod? It's impossible."

His brow furrowed and he scooted his chair around the table to sit in front of her. He still held her hand in his. She suppressed a smile- she could feel his pulse hammer harder the closer he drew to her.

"If you want out, then there's nothing anyone can make you do." The intensity in his voice warmed her chest. She smiled sadly, almost grimacing, and covered his cheek with her palm.

"You don't understand." She whispered, shaking her head. "I couldn't get away from the supernatural world, even if I wanted to. I am of that world, Dean. It's in my blood, my lineage. I didn't get into this just because I'm brave, or have powers. I'm honor-bound. 'Hero' is a job title in my world."

His hand came up to cover hers on his face. "Then, we'll get you a job with the fire department."

She laughed, leaning her head forward as she did so. She looked back up at him, smiling, though she knew she couldn't get the look of misery out of her eyes.

"If only it was that easy."

He pulled her towards him by her knees with one hand, the chair scraping along the floor as he did so, until her kneecaps knocked against his. "Why isn't it that easy?"

Sienna sighed breathily when he pulled her hand off his face, kissing the back of her fingers first. He was still holding her other hand, his fingers squeezing hers at random intervals. She used the one he'd just released to trace patterns on the back of his hand while she spoke. She wanted to touch him, even if it was something as trivial as drawing circles along his skin with a finger. Even that small contact relieved the anxious feeling pricking goosebumps on the back of her neck.

"You know I hunt monsters. Well, they hunt me, too. I've tried to get out of this life, Dean…" Her voice was weary. "...but they always find me."

She laughed lightly. "You said you didn't believe in destiny. Humans can afford not to, but in my world fate is a person. Well, three people, really…" She trailed off momentarily. Sighing, she picked it back up, possibly squeezing his hand harder than necessary. "I'm the only daughter of Zeus in over a thousand years. I'm more powerful than Hercules himself, Dean. I don't have...control of my life the way most people do. My path was chosen before I was even born."

He blinked a few times, and then brought the hand he held to his lips again, murmuring against her knuckles. "If your whole life is controlled by fate...then you and I are supposed to meet."

Sienna squeezed her eyes closed at his words. A white hot throb of pain enveloped her heart. From his heavy sigh, she thought he must have understood.

"Why does that upset you?" He cried.

"Because, Dean-" She inhaled sharply through her nose, trying to compose herself. "The Greeks invented tragedy. I'm practically a reality TV show to the Gods!" She threw her hand up. "Sure, they're all rooting for me, but they'll get bored unless they throw in a few tragic twists and turns. And there's no in between! You're either with me, and you'll never be safe, or...you're not with me."

Dean bit the inside of his cheek, but kept barreling through relentlessly.

"If you're so afraid of someone getting hurt because of you...why tell Sam the truth?"

She pursed her lips- this was an easy one to answer, at least. She didn't feel like a rock was lodged in her throat when she tried to speak.

"The dreams he was having. The Gods will send demigods visions of the future through their dreams, and when he'd seen me, I just figured…" The conversation had turned back to her and Dean without her realization. She was afraid to make eye contact with him.

Dean pulled her chin up to look at him.

"You figured it would happen whether you tried to stop it or not." He answered, blinking from the blinding gold shining from her irises. His face broke out into a radiant grin. To her surprise, Dean dropped her hands and clutched her waist in one hand, her opposite knee in the other, and tugged her onto his lap. Her legs straddled his hips. She gasped when he touched her unexpectedly, her hands gripping his shoulders to keep her balance. Her heart thundered in her chest, making her breath catch.

"Dean…" She warned. And then she almost moaned.

He pulled her into his body, so close their chests pressed together, his hands running up her neck and into her hair. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her muscles relaxed, her head lolling the direction he shifted it. Gods, that feels amazing. She thought. She felt his lips on her hair. Deja vu made her dizzy- her brain was screaming; this was right, natural, one of her favorite things that he did.

She shuddered, gasping, when she felt his lips at her ear.

"Well, in my dreams, sure we all three hunt ghosts and monsters, but that's not what I cared about. I cared about you. I just wanted to protect you. I've done this exact thing so many times it blurred…" Dean whispered, snuggling his hands deeper in her hair. Sienna sighed breathily. She was completely at his mercy. "I've held you, I've kissed you, I've woken up with you so many times, Sienna."

She was pressed so close to him that her lips moved against his skin when she spoke. Her next words hurt her so much she had to cringe just to say them. With him so close, she doubted it would go unnoticed.

"We've only known each other for three days." She tried sounding practical.

"No." He breathed, pulling her back from his chest to press his forehead to hers. She stared up into his eyes like it was a compulsion she couldn't control. "Don't make me feel like I'm crazy, Sienna. I know you feel what I do. It feels like you're apart of me I didn't know I'd lost."

She bit her bottom lip to keep it from trembling. Of course she knew what he was talking about! There was a spark between them that threatened to flame out of control. And then Dean would do things, say things, that she knew. When he'd given Sammy a pep talk, the feel of his fingers tangled in her curls, or when he'd begged her not to leave- those things sent a shiver of recognition through her that she couldn't shake, no matter how much she rationalized and told herself it didn't matter. She hadn't said anything, but Dean still understood.

He bumped her nose with his, smiling. "I knew you felt it."

Her heart began thumping even faster when his hungry gaze trailed down to her lips. Butterflies erupted in her stomach and she almost squirmed at the amount of nervous energy flowing through her.

"Dean, it-it'll only hurt m-more when I leave…"

His lips pulled up at one corner, and he tilted his head, moving a couple centimeters closer.

"I'll just follow you, babe." He moved even closer. She was practically panting. "Besides, it's gonna happen eventually, isn't it?"

He bit his bottom lip at her silence, staring into her eyes. He pulled her face, somehow, even closer. At this point, Sienna was staring at his lips, too.

"If you don't want me to kiss you, pull away." He ordered, so close their lips brushed.

She didn't. She couldn't. She was like a fly in a spiderweb. Her resolve broke completely, and she fluttered her eyes closed as his lips came down on hers.

He'd tried to kiss her softly. She could tell. But it couldn't remain soft, not when they were both on fire. She wasn't thinking anymore, only reacting- to the burn of his skin, his lips like hot silk, soft and fiery.

As soon as Dean's lips touched hers, she kissed him back. She couldn't imagine doing anything different. These were the lips she kissed every day, the lips that constantly brushed her hair, her cheeks, her forehead. Throwing logic to the wind, she gave over to the instinct deep inside her. Sienna threw herself into him, wrapping her legs around his waist and her hands around his neck, gripping tightly.

Dean groaned against her mouth and parted her lips with his, sliding the edge of his tongue along her bottom lip. She was panting along in time with him. One of his hands stayed nestled in her hair, keeping her face close, and the other slid down her body to her hips. He looked for the edge of the shirt she'd borrowed from him, found it, and traced halfway up her bare back before splaying his fingers across her skin and pressing her up against his body.

She moaned and her fingers left his neck to undo the buttons of his shirt, the small shake in her fingers making it difficult. She pulled away to use both hands and Dean's lips traced their way up and down her neck, pausing to nibble the sensitive spot behind her ear. She let out a little whimper of pleasure and his hand on her back slid under the material of her bra. Once all his buttons were undone, she slid the shirt off his shoulders. Stark muscle stood out under his undershirt and she dipped her hands underneath the cotton to run her fingers over them. She felt him shiver and his lips became hungrier, more urgent. Dean used the hand in her hair to pull her face back to his and meet her lips passionately. Sienna met his enthusiasm with her own. She wanted him to pick her up by her thighs and carry her to a bed, a couch, the bathtub- she didn't care.

He gripped her waist suddenly, both hands sliding around her curves, down her butt, and grasping her under the thighs. She gasped and moaned, a deep tingling erupting in her pelvis. How'd he read her mind like that?

He stood to pick her up- and both of the chairs hit the floor with echoing bangs. Dean broke the kiss abruptly, tucking her in his chest in alarm. Sam surged to his feet- catching them in a very compromising position.

Her hands were gripping Dean's neck, and her ankles were locked behind the small of his back. His hands held her by the backs of her thighs, and she was sure their lips were swollen. They were panting in time together, Dean staring into her eyes.

Sam's eyes almost popped out of his head.

"Wow, you really warmed up to him, didn't you?"

She death glared him over Dean's shoulder. Dean laughed and leaned forward, nuzzling her neck with his nose, running his lips the same route, as he set her back on her feet.

"We've only known each other three days, huh?" He murmured against her ear.

She nudged his chest with an elbow and pouted. "Shut up."

He grinned, kissed her temple, and moved to stand the chairs back up. He held hers out and she tried to squelch a love-drunk smile while she sat.

"Well," She addressed Sammy. "While you were snoozing, I found our ghost."

Dean raised an eyebrow and half-laughed. "Why didn't you tell me?"

She shrugged innocently. "It wasn't what you wanted to talk about."

"Sure." He mocked, grinning at her with an accusatory tone. "Or you were still trying to keep me out of it."

She glanced up at him, but stayed silent. He chuckled and kissed her hair- she ignored the goosebumps that rose on her neck. Tugging the laptop in front of her, she flipped it open and the screen lit up on a historical article on the history of Sandover, and the original founder of the company, P.T. Sandover. "Is this who you saw?"

She pointed to the picture of the old man and Dean leaned toward the screen, squinting.

"That's him. That's the ghost."

She squinted along with him and read through one of the passages. Still rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Sam bumbled over to the table to read along.

"P.T. Sandover, died 1916. Devoted his life to his work. No wife, no kids. He used to say he was the company and his very blood pumped through the building." She ended in a half-disgusted tone. She hoped he wasn't literal with all that. Dean leaned away from the screen, letting one of his hands brace on the back of her chair.

"Wow. Okay, so slight workaholic. So, what, he's still here, watching over the company- even killing to protect it?"

Sam pointed to a specific part of the screen. "Plus, it says here this isn't the first time people started killing themselves in the building. 1929- the stock market crash."

Sienna shook her head. "Yeah, but lots of guys jumped off lots of high rises that year."

"How many companies had seventeen suicides?" Sam asked smugly.

Sienna scrunched her forehead and squinted to read the article again. She couldn't believe that! Seventeen deaths and no one thought something fishy was going on?

Dean started pacing behind her, and she turned in her chair, her feet dangling off the side, to watch him. "So P.T. Sandover- Protector of the company. His ghost wakes up and becomes active during times of grave economic distress."

Sam stood straight to bounce ideas off of Dean. "Well, I mean, the worst time we've seen since the great depression…"

"Is now." Dean answered. He was the one in sales, afterall. "Yeah, now sucks. My portfolio is in the sewer. I don't even wanna talk about it."

Sienna chuckled at his comment. "So, Sandover's helping the bottom line…"

"By zapping some models employees." Dean had made it back to her chair, and he ran a quick hand down her back nonchalantly. Butterflies flew around her stomach and her pulse picked up speed. Sam cringed a little, shaking his head in pity, and looking over the article again.

"Yeah, I mean Ian and Paul- it was like he turned them into different people."

"Perfect worker bees, exactly." Dean agreed. "So devoted to the company that they would commit hara-kiri if they failed it."

Sam made a noise of shock. "One more interesting fact- The building wasn't always that high. It used to be fourteen floors, and the room where the ghost attacked, 1444? Once upon a time, that was the old man's office."

"Does it say where he's buried, Sammy?" Sienna asked. She squelched a laugh at the look on Dean's face.

Sam was squinting, scanning the article quickly. "Says he was cremated."

Sienna growled and stood from her seat, stretching her joints with a couple pops. "That makes this muuuch harder."

"Well, what do we do now?" Dean asked. They both turned to her with their brows raised.

She chuckled. They reminded her of meerkats, all still and alert. She tilted her head at Dean.

"Got any salt?"

….

On the way back to Sandover, Sienna caught the boys up on the task at hand. They'd already packed a bag of salt, rock salt, an assortment of iron weapons, a few lighters, and Sienna's sawed off shotgun- currently full of rocksalt rounds. Dean was driving, she was in the front seat and Sam in the back. She turned sideways to speak to them both, and Dean rested the hand he wasn't using to drive, on her knee.

"Okay, so since Sandover is still walkin' through walls, there has to be something keeping him here. We find that thing, salt and burn it, and he's done for."

"What do you mean by thing? What are we lookin' for?" Dean asked, pulling up to the building.

Sienna hesitated. "It's usually something...you know, of him. Hair, teeth- somethin' with his DNA."

Dean scrunched his nose in disgust. She grinned. "It's not a glamourous life." She sang.

He narrowed his eyes at her, but ignored her words and hopped out of the front seat. Sienna did the same, and met the boys on the curb. They had the bag of weapons between them. Dean grabbed the handles and they walked to the door.

Being Director of Sales, Dean had a key to the building, so Sienna didn't have to pick the lock. Yet another criminal skill I could show off, she thought with amusement. Fists and jaw clenched, Sienna was incredibly anxious to be hunting with them. She'd been alone for a solid five years now, and she would prefer to keep it that way.

Or, at least, she thought she did.

She couldn't help but admit how much more fun the whole ordeal was, having the boys with her, solving hunts like detectives. But how much pain would she feel if, on one of these 'fun' hunts, Dean or Sam were killed? Could she stand to let it happen?

In the hunting world, death was a matter of time and occasion. No one retired. They all got taken down by something eventually.

Pulled back to reality by the bright lights of Sandover, Sienna stepped in the lobby and immediately headed for the lift. Dean set down the bag in the middle of the elevator and held out his phone to her. She raised a brow. "In case we get separated." He winked.

She smiled knowingly, despite her constant efforts not to, and put her number in it before pulling out her own and letting him do the same. Dean and Sam exchanged numbers, too, and then they focused on the task at hand.

"How the hell are we going to find some ancient speck of DNA in a skyscraper?" Sam questioned. Before Sienna could say anything, Dean spoke up. She was surprised she didn't have to run every piece of the hunt- a good surprised. Dean seemed naturally good at hunting- researching and fighting, which drove Sienna half-crazy. She was supposed to be staying away from him, but she couldn't help but encourage him. She liked watching him help solve the case. Really liked it. She swore in her head, trying to remind herself why she stayed alone in the first place and tuned back into what he was saying.

"Well, that creepy storeroom place used to be Sandover's office, right?"

He pressed floor fourteen and the elevator began it's ascent.

They'd been searching for about twenty minutes in Sandover's old office. She and Dean were systematically searching the metal shelving lining the room and Sam was rifling through the only desk in the room. Sienna snapped to attention suddenly, her heading whipping towards the door. Dean was at her side in half a breath.

"What is it?" He whispered.

But it was too late. She put her finger to her lips and ducked behind one of the shelves, pulling him behind her. Sam hadn't noticed a thing and she couldn't tell him now.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

The person Sienna heard had apparently been a security guard. Dressed in uniform, the chubby rent-a-cop beared down on Sam with a narrowed gaze. Sam stood awkwardly, stuttering.

"Uh...nothing. I just-"

"Yeah." The guard replied dismissively. "Come with me."

The guard grabbed Sam by the arm, and hauled him out of the room, closing the door behind him. She and Dean met eyes and swore together. "Shit."

"What do we do?" Dean asked.

She hesitated, her gaze swinging around the room. Exhaling a sigh, she resumed her search. "We find the thing. This building is dangerous to everyone, including that security guard, until we find it and destroy it."

Dean nodded and they started tearing the place apart. Sienna had read files, flipped through books, emptied boxes, kicked around anything on the floor. She didn't see anything that could possibly be keeping Sandover earthbound.

Another couple of minutes of futile searching, and Dean stood up to his full height, catching her eye. She tiptoed around the debris littering the floor and ducked under his arm to study the framed picture in his hand. It was a yellowed newspaper article commemorating the completion of the Lincoln Memorial Bridge by Sandover Bridge and Iron.

They made eye contact again. She could tell he already knew what they had to do.

Dean called Sam, and told him to meet them on the twenty-second floor. The bag of weapons- the arsenal, as Dean called it, in his hand.

Rushing out the door, Dean pulled her in the direction of the stairs. She supposed it would be faster. As they climbed, his other hand nonchalantly wrapped around hers, and twined his fingers through. She raised an eyebrow and glared at him sideways.

"Now?"

One side of his mouth tugged into his crooked smile. "Always, baby."

A laugh escaped her before she could stop it. She didn't pull her hand out of his. They'd gotten to the twenty-second floor and were waiting on Sam, studying the mural built to commemorate Sandover's humble beginnings. Dean tugged her into his body by their joined hands, placing a barrage of kisses along her cheekbone, temple, and forehead. His arm curled around her shoulders.

Sam appeared from the stairs landing they'd taken, his shirt gruesomely splattered with blood.

"Woah. Lot of blood." Dean commented, his brows raised.

"What happened?" Sienna immediately demanded, pulling away from Dean to flutter her hands anxiously around him. Sam retold the series of events unwillingly. He obviously didn't want to relive it.

"Anyway- there." Dean pointed to one of the glass cases. "Sandover's gloves."

"How much you wanna bet there's a little smidgen of DNA in there, a fingernail clipping, a hair or something." Sienna murmured, examining the hundred-year old gloves.

She leaned down, grabbed one of the crowbars, and looked up to meet their gazes warningly. "You ready?"

They both nodded and she sighed- she had hoped someone would've left, but they were both stubbornly holding on. She tossed them each a crowbar and bent to inspect the pane of glass holding the gloves. It wasn't priceless jewelry, she reminded herself. There would be no alarms when she did it. She sighed again and shoved the sharp end of the crowbar into the glass abruptly. The glass shattered instantly, and she exhaled a breath. A breath she could see. Before she could even grab the gloves, she was lifted off her feet and thrown straight back until she collided with the other wall, grunting in pain.

"Sienna!" She heard Dean's cry.

As she rolled over, she heard the boys' grunts of pain and the whoosh of displaced wind as they were thrown to either side of the room. A drip of blood traced its way down her face from somewhere above her eyes. She wiped at it impatiently, turning back to the fight. Sandover was lurching toward Sam, who pressed his back to the wall, caught up the can of salt next to him, and threw the granules at the specter.

She breathed a sigh when the ghost disappeared and turned to find Dean. He was scrambling back onto his feet, throwing a lopsided grin to Sam. "Nice!"

She rolled her eyes, an exasperated smile tugging up her lips. Her joy was short lived- Sandover appeared, angrier than ever, behind a weaponless Dean.

"Dean!" She warned. Grabbing up the closest crowbar, she tossed it his way and he caught it expertly, swinging the opposite side through Sandover. They all stood frozen for a moment, waiting for him to appear again. When he didn't, Sam and Sienna descended on the weapons bag. Sam grabbed the other crowbar and Sienna went down on her knees, pulling the bag into her lap.

She flinched when the apparition appeared between the boys for only a moment, and they both swung their weapons in sync.

She cried out happily when her fingers finally closed around one of the lighters. Out of nowhere, icy hands clamped on her shoulders and began pulling her away from the bag of weapons, the boys, and the gloves.

"Hey!" She complained, kicking her feet out and thrashing, trying to release his hold on her.

"Sienna, duck!"

The lighter still clutched in her fingers, she heeded Dean's warning and wrapped her arms around her head to protect herself. She heard the whistle of wind above her head, and the freezing cold hands on her shoulders lifted. A metal clatter caused her to flinch again, and she turned to see one of the crowbars on the ground behind her.

Panting, she looked up at Dean, who half-smiled and winked. He bent to offer her his hand, but before she could take it, they were both thrust backward again. Sienna called out for Dean when he hit the wall- she could tell it was a hard hit. Humans were so fragile.

She rolled off her butt, and onto her feet in only a few moments. Sam was scrambling on his knees to the gloves. "Sam!" She called.

He looked over his shoulder at her and she tossed the lighter in her hand. He caught it and immediately set the flame to the gloves. They went up in the nick of time and Sandover's ghost dissolved in a quick inferno. Dean sat staring at the space Sandover had been with wide eyes.

Sienna took a step towards Sam, pulling him down to her height and prodding a shallow cut on his forehead. "I'm fine." He panted out.

"Fine? Kid, you're a natural!" She boasted, grinning.

He laughed and half-shook her. "That was amazing!"

Before they'd gotten all the way to Dean, he leaned down to speak to her privately.

"So…?" He asked. She knew he was wondering whether she'd take him with her when she left. Let him hunt with her, show him the life. She pursed her lips. He did show promise.
"Okay." She nodded once, a begrudging smile lighting her face. "We'll go to work tomorrow, and it'll be our last day."

He grinned, made a suppressed noise of excitement, and picked her up around the waist, tugging her around in a circle, while she giggled. Dean had finally made it to them and he cocked an eyebrow in suspicion, eyeing Sam's arms around her waist. He dropped his arms abruptly. Sienna sighed at the small traces of blood marking both boys.

"You got a first aid kit?" She asked Dean.

"In my office." He answered.

Sienna wrapped an arm through each of their arms and pulled them after her.

….

She'd sent the boys off to start fixing themselves up while she'd gone to the bathroom. She wiped the blood on her face and examined the small gash in her left eyebrow. It would be healed by the morning. She didn't bother touching it.

She was strolling back to the boys, in no rush, when she heard them talking excitedly about the hunt. She smiled- they were so cute, she couldn't help it. Sam's next words froze her outside the door. She ducked behind it to listen.

"We should keep doing this." Sam had started with.

Sienna's heart pounded. What was he doing? She'd just agreed to let him come along.

Dean laughed. "I know." But she could tell he wasn't serious.

"I mean it." Sam insisted. "I mean, there have got to be other ghosts out there. Sienna said so herself. We could help a lot of people. I mean...for real."

Dean snorted out a laugh. "What? Quit our jobs and hit the road?"

"Exactly!" Sam encouraged.

She could practically hear the gears grinding in Dean's head. It hurt her heart to think it, but she had to leave him behind. Like he'd give up his whole life to hunt monsters?

"How would we live?" Dean asked.

"How does Sienna?" Sam countered.

She'd heard enough. She opened the door abruptly and interrupted Sam before he could continue his encouragement. They were both seated on the edge of Dean's desk, Dean dabbing at one of the cuts on his face.

"Sam." Her tone was light, but final. He looked up into her eyes, grimaced, and then nodded once before slouching off Dean's desk. He took the door from her, grabbing the handle of their bag of weapons.

"I'll go...take this to the car." He made eye contact with her the whole time, communicating a completely different conversation with his eyes.

She watched him go silently, dreading the moment she'd have to turn around. It came much faster than she would have liked. She turned back to Dean and immediately met eye contact. He'd been staring at her. As she strolled to stand in front of him, she smirked at the badly-cleaned cuts on his forehead and hands.

"You're awful at that." She murmured.

He pouted and quit trying. She chuckled, squirting hydrogen peroxide on a clean gauze pad. She cleaned his hands first. Her nerves slowly jacked up higher- she could feel his eyes on her and he wasn't looking away any time soon.

"What was that about?" He asked.

"What was what?" She played clueless. She wanted to delay this conversation as much as possible.

"C…" He pleaded, his voice strained.

She sighed through her nose.

"That was Sam trying to convince you to hunt monsters with him."

"Just...him?"

She dropped his hands and met his gaze. Her words were soft. The pain she knew was coming was just starting to tear into her chest.

"If you're asking if I told Sam to try to convince you...the answer is no."

He flinched minutely and bit the inside of his cheek. "Oh."

She didn't know what to say. She grabbed another peroxide soaked gauze and took a step closer to him. Her body brushed against his when she moved to clean the cut on his face. He closed his eyes and she tilted his head down by his chin. Because he wasn't looking at her, she let her gaze soak in his un-lined face.

He looked so peaceful. She could only see him this way when he was sleeping, now that their lives had exploded into chaos.

She blinked as she came back down to Earth. What the hell was her mind telling her? Why would she have thought that? When she refocused, she realized Dean's eyes were open and watching her. She hastily looked back up at the gash on his forehead, focusing on it while she tried to slow her heartbeat.

"Sienna?" Dean implored.

She bit her bottom lip and kept her gaze away from his face. Two of his fingers gently grabbed the point of her chin and forced her to look at him. Dean's brows had pulled together in a mixture of confusion and grief.

"Are you leaving?"

Her throat felt clogged with emotion. Instead of trying to speak, she maintained his eye contact and nodded her head in sorrow. Dean's shoulders drooped, his jaw clenched, and he let his head fall forward so he was staring at the floor. His voice came out muffled when he spoke again.

"Remind me again, why?" He picked his head back up and let one of his hands grip her waist. "Why can't you stay here? We could ditch the monsters and the Gods. I could make you happy."

He ended with his voice barely a whisper. Sienna grimaced, but let him pull her a step closer to him so that she stood in between his legs.

"Do you know what I was even doing here, Dean? Why I came to Sandover?"

He shook his head mutely.

"I wanted a break." She snorted. "To feel normal for a week. And then I met Sam my first day. He told me about his dreams...and then the random business I chose is haunted." She laughed bleakly. "I have a feeling that no matter what I do, it'll always come back to that, Dean. I told you. I can't run away."

Dean pulled her closer, one of his hands snaked up her neck and into her hair. Her eyelashes fluttered at the feeling. "When?" He whispered.

She knew what he was asking. "Tomorrow."

He pulled her back abruptly, his face a mask of shock. "Tomorrow?! But I only just…" He trailed off.

"I know." She murmured, cupping his cheek with one hand. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. Deciding she didn't care how it would hurt later, she slid in closer to his body. Dean's hand on her waist tightened, pulling her in until she had to look straight up to see his face.

He peered down at her- Sienna could see the grief in his eyes. She stood up on her tiptoes, bracing her hands on his chest, and pulled his lips down on hers. Dean kissed her back instantly, but, instead of the wildfire they'd let loose in each other the last time their lips met, this kiss ignited a slow, heavy passion Sienna had never felt before. It was something more than desire.

She felt Dean's gasp, and then his hand on her waist slid up to the middle of her back and he pressed her closer. Her hands bunched his shirt up, and his hand in her hair clenched tighter. They pulled away in sync, gasping. Their chests heaved against each other and Sienna could see the sheen of gold on his face, reflected from the gold in her eyes.

Somehow, this one single kiss was more painful than their desperate makeout at his apartment. Dean pulled her back against his chest, his face pressed to her hair. She could hear his deep inhales. She closed her eyes and let herself rest against him. Why were the Gods so cruel? She wondered bitterly.

"Come home with me." Dean whispered against her curls.

Her cheeks flooded with blood. She was glad her face was hidden. Not that she didn't want to go to bed with Dean- she'd been thinking about it for two days now. She was used to one-night stands. It was really the only way for her to satisfy her needs, but...she didn't want Dean to be another one night stand.

If she felt this strongly about him now, how would she feel after?

Her silence forced Dean to pull her back from his chest, and look in her eyes. He ran a thumb from the apple of her cheek to the tip of her chin. His heavy-lidded gaze studied every inch of her face: her eyes, the curve of her nose, her freckles, her full, pink lips, the shape of her jaw, the rise of her cheekbone. It seemed as if he was trying to memorize every line of her before she was gone.

"We'll have to say goodbye eventually, Dean." She whispered, a crease of worry between her brows. He pressed his forehead to hers and closed his eyes.

"Please." He begged in a strained murmur. "I just found you, Sienna. Please give me just one night before I never see you again."

He opened his eyes, and Sienna stared up into his, the 'no' already on her lips. It died there. She couldn't say it, not while staring at him in all his pain. She could use his feelings as her excuse to stay but if she was honest...she couldn't leave him yet. She didn't want the feeling of her heart lurching to go away.

"Okay."

She hadn't even meant it to come out. But Dean had heard it, and she wasn't going to take it away from him now. Dean pulled her closer again and pressed multiple light kisses to her lips over and over. She giggled and he kissed her harder.

….

In another twenty minutes, Sienna was walking through Dean's apartment door. Her stomach was rolling in excitement and anxiety. She couldn't deny her anticipation at some quality alone time with Dean Smith.

Not only was he gorgeous, but Sienna felt things for him she'd never felt for anybody. Which made no sense, considering she'd met him approximately three days ago. Her flustered brain wished one of the Gods would poof into existence and explain what the hell was happening.

The door opened and shut and she looked up from her seat on the back of Dean's couch.

"Sam says he'll see you tomorrow." Dean murmured. He held up three different take-out menus. "And pizza, chinese, or thai?"

She smiled and held out her hand for a menu. "Chinese."

They ordered their food and Dean escaped to change out of his business clothes. He came out in a pair of loose flannel pajama pants and the white undershirt she'd slipped her fingers under earlier. The muscles in his chest stood out- she wanted to trace them.

He plopped roughly on the couch next to her, bouncing her on the cushion. She met his gaze, and he closed the distance between them abruptly. She raised her eyebrows, her mouth pulling up at the corner. Centimeters from her lips, the doorbell rang.

He growled and rolled off the couch. She figured he'd walked off, so she was pleasantly surprised when his arms suddenly caged her and he captured her lips, pushing her head into the couch. Dean slowly pulled back, and she opened her eyes to stare up at him, smiling. He grinned cheekily back at her and planted two more sweet kisses to her lips before finally answering the delivery boy.

When he'd actually walked away, Sienna bit her lip, grinning. Why, oh why, did she have to leave him behind?

Dean came back and they curled up on his couch, a blanket thrown over Sienna's legs, while they ate Chinese take-out, drank beer, and watched a random sitcom. When the Chinese food had been devoured, Sienna found butterflies filling the extra space in her stomach. Taking a small chance, she sat her take-out boxes on the coffee table in front of them and leaned back, snuggling herself into Dean.

He threw his arm up so she could get closer, and wrapped it around her. With the tip of a finger, Dean traced down her arms, her hands, her thighs, her chest, her neck- anywhere he could reach. She fluttered her eyes closed at the feeling. She felt his nose run along her neck, and she tilted her head so he could get closer.

"Whatcha thinkin' about?" He breathed.

She stuttered out a breath. "How much tomorrow will suck." She whispered.

Opening her eyes just enough to see him, she turned in his arms, so that she faced him.

"What are you thinkin' about?" She asked.

Stalling, Dean ran both thumbs down her cheeks, tracing her nose and her lips lightly- once again, like he was memorizing it.

"Any possible way I can keep you in my life." He murmured.

She pouted her lips at him. "Think of any solutions?"

He sighed and bit his lip, pulling her further onto his lap. She still faced him, but Dean had curled her legs up so they hung off his lap, where she sat. He pressed his forehead to hers, nuzzling her neck with his nose- she swore she felt his lips there, too. Finally, she thought, I get to touch him!

Her fingers slowly followed along the lines of muscles in his chest and abdomen. She felt his shiver, and the goosebumps that'd risen on his arms. Drawing her closer, Dean kissed the sensitive spot behind her ear, and then pulled back just far enough for him to murmur in her ear.

"You could limit yourself to the Northeast. Do what you have to. And then come home...here."

Shocked, Sienna pulled away to stare up at him. She could tell he was embarrassed, but he met her gaze with a pleading look anyway. "You want me to live here?"

Dean didn't answer, he only kept staring. She swallowed.

"It won't work." Her voice was soft.

"Why?" He cried, burying his face in her neck. Sienna let her fingers caress the back of his neck.

"Because people will try to hurt you to get to me. I can't be with you unless I'm actually physically with you, Dean. Or else you'll be hurt...killed, maybe."

She felt him huff and she squeezed him tighter.

"Why are you letting Sam go, then?" He asked, a little suspicion to his tone.

She leaned forward and kissed his neck and he groaned like he was in pain.

"Because I think he'll honestly just do it anyway. If he's with me, at least I can teach him how to protect himself. I can have his back."

She could still feel his tension. She groaned and half-laughed.

"Dean, I'm not interested in Sam."

He pulled back, his lips pursed. "Then why didn't you ask me to come, too?"

The question caught Sienna off guard. Why would he ask that? She floundered, her mouth opening to respond twice without actually doing it.

"I...didn't ask Sam to come. He wanted to from the moment he saw me in real life."

Sienna had backed away from Dean until they were no longer touching. She couldn't help it. Dean was making it sound as if he wanted to join her as a hunter...and she couldn't afford that kind of hope.

"I know you didn't ask him. But why haven't you asked me?" He slid half a foot closer to her on the couch. "I know you feel what I do, Sienna. I see it on your face every time I touch you. If the only way we can be together is-"

"Dean." She interrupted, surging to her feet, her hands up like stop signs. "I didn't ask you because it's ridiculous! You realize you'd have to give up your entire life? You're not moving states for me, Dean. You're doing a complete three-sixty. You've only really known me for three days. Why would you give up so much?"

He was still seated on the couch, watching her through half-lidded eyes.

"I'd give up more." He murmured.

Sienna stared at him in half-horror, her heart thumping at twice the normal pace. She wanted to throw herself into his arms and never leave. And for that precise reason, she had to get the hell out of there. She grabbed her shoes and turned for the door, shaking her head neurotically. Dean sat up so quick he might have gotten whiplash.

"Wait, Sienna! Where are you going?"

"I can't- I can't do this." She shook her head again, fighting back emotions that may threaten to turn to tears. Dean grabbed her gently, but firmly, by the elbow, turning her back toward him.

"Wait, please! What did I say?" He tried.

Sienna clenched her teeth. "What'll happen, Dean? I tell you I want you to come with me, we pack all night, and in the morning you'll be nowhere to be found?!"

She stomped back towards the door. He didn't follow her, but she could feel his eyes on the back of her neck. Her hand grasped the handle, but Dean's next words rooted her to her spot.

"Sienna Delone, I'm begging you, don't walk out that door!"

She heard him closing the distance between them, but she was still frozen. Dean turned her around by the shoulders, holding her in place. Her eyes were wide and blinking.

"How-how do you know my middle name?" She breathed.

Completely stumped, he only shrugged pitifully. His voice was the same sexy gravel he'd used earlier that night. "Maybe the same way I know you have a scar right here." He traced the place where a fat pink scar marked her ribs. "Or that this one ends...all the way down here." He traced the eight inch long scar that bisected her breasts. She let her shoes slip through her fingers and fall to the floor with a thud.

"Or how I know you got the first one from centaur's blood and the second one fighting some goddess I don't know."

She tried to speak, but no words would come out. How could he know these things? She hadn't even told those stories to Sam! Dean cupped her cheeks in both hands, pulling her into his body before his hands nestled in her thick curls.

"Sienna, I am not lying. About any of this. I don't know how I know it. I don't know when we met. But I know you. I can give up my life because it doesn't feel real. You do."

She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to shake her head back and forth. He wouldn't let her.

"Please, C. Say something."

She opened her eyes, her lip quivering.

"I'm terrified." She breathed.

Dean pressed their foreheads together again.

"That makes two of us."

The phrase had Sienna dizzy from deja vu again. What was she going to do now? Let Dean come with her...actually be with him? Her heart thundered in her chest.

"Dean…"

"Nooo." He groaned. "Don't talk yourself out of it."

She grimaced at him. His eyes were scrunched closed in grief. Emotion threatened to make her eyes wet. She didn't want to cause him pain. He opened his eyes and gazed down at her. He covered her cheek with a palm, his gaze turning heavy-lidded.

"Sienna Delone Gold, I don't know how we met or how we got separated, but I do know that I know you almost as well as I know myself. And...I'm in love with you."

Her eyes popped wide, but Dean didn't stop there. "I knew it from the moment I saw you in that elevator. And if you can look me in the eyes and tell me you don't love me, then I'll let you leave with Sam, no complaints. But if you can't do it babe...I'll follow you to the ends of the Earth."

Sienna gaped, her mouth hanging open. She couldn't think of a thing to say. She should just say she didn't love him. Why couldn't she say it? Dean used the hands in her hair to pull her body closer. Their noses grazed and he stared deeply into her eyes- she was trapped there.

"Tell me that you don't love me." He murmured, barely a whisper.

Sienna let out a shaky breath and her mouth tried to form words. One of Dean's hands trailed from her hair to pinch her chin between his forefinger and thumb.

She knew he saw the defeat in her expression. He exhaled a breath and grinned before leaning down and brushing his lips along hers lightly. Butterflies erupting in her stomach, she leaned into him and slowly pressed her lips to his. Dean kissed her with just as much passion, taking his time. But Sienna couldn't stand it any longer- she stood on her tiptoes, pressing their chests together, and wrapped a hand around his neck. Her other trailed down the front of his chest until she reached the hem, and her fingers slowly traced the contours of his muscles. She felt Dean shiver.

At her touch his kisses deepened, his lips parting hers. They'd only been touching for a couple minutes and they were already panting. Dean walked forward until he pressed her into the door. She moaned- one of his hands held her in place by her hip.

Sienna pulled away from him to strip off his shirt. Her fingers spread across his abs and caressed up his chest. Dean let out a shuttery breath. He pulled her off the door and slowly brushed her hair off her bare shoulder.

She closed her eyes at the electrical sensation of his skin against hers. Caught by surprise, she gasped when she felt his lips against her neck, her jaw, her earlobe, the sensitive spot behind her ear.

"Dean…" She begged.

He pulled back, smirking. "Tell me what you want, C." His voice came out low and gravelly, his gaze heavy-lidded.

She stepped into his chest, wrapping his free arm around her and kissing his neck.

"Take me to bed." She breathed against his skin.

He growled and pulled her lips back to his, pressing her back into the door again. Sienna moaned.

His hands dropped to her waist, trailing both sides of her stomach, cupping her butt and then gripping her under the thighs and lifting her legs to his waist. Sienna locked her ankles behind the small of his back and gripped his neck with both hands.

Dean whirled around and carried her through the hall until he could collapse on the bed. As soon as they hit the sheet, Dean's hands were slowly pushing her shirt higher, kissing his way to her chest. Her fingers ran up his neck and into his hair, tugging on the strands lightly. He pulled the shirt all the way off and ducked to admire her chest, tugging at the straps of her bra.

Arching her back, she lifted herself off the mattress and Dean slid his hand up her bare back to unhook her bra. She laid flat and pulled it off- Dean grabbed it and tossed it with a lopsided grin. He slipped down her body, his hands brushing the most intimate parts of her while he nibbled her nipples gently.

She squirmed once, letting out a little yelp of pleasure and sat up to feel him through his pajama pants, running her fingers slowly up and down over the lump.

"Fuck…" Dean groaned, willing her to do whatever she wanted. She tugged on his pants and he moved to stand and pull them off. Once he had, he crawled back on top of her like a wild cat. She bit her bottom lip, her thighs tingling. Dean tore open the button on her jeans and began kissing his way down.

She held back her moans as much as she could. Her noises only spurred him on. He tugged her pants all the way off leaving them both in their underwear.

He climbed back on top of her, capturing her lips abruptly, running his tongue along and nibbling her bottom lip. Sienna gasped against his mouth as a sudden spark of pure pleasure jolted through her. Dean had let one hand trail down her body, moving her panties to the side and gently rubbing her clit with his thumb.

Acting on pure instinct, she threw her head back into the sheet and moaned. Dean bit his lip as he watched her. Sienna wanted some control though, so she sat up and pulled his boxers down roughly grabbing him by the base. Dean leaned into her, his knees buckling and a groan escaping his lips.

"God, Sienna…"

Before she could do anything else, he pulled away from her, gliding down her body again. With the forefinger of each hand, he hooked the hem of her panties and slipped them slowly down, until they no longer touched her at all.

She watched, her lip bitten, as he kicked his the rest of the way off, too. He crawled back up her, his skin never leaving hers. She reached for him and he caught her arms, tracing them gently with the tips of his fingers.

Without warning, Dean clutched both of her fists in one hand, pushing her to the bed and trapping her there. His other hand massaged her clit again.

Sienna threw her head back into the mattress and moaned. She gasped when his lips met her neck, planting lingering kisses wherever he could reach. He nibbled her earlobe and pulled back just enough to look into her eyes.

His eyes raked over her body slowly, from the crown of her hair to the tips of her toes. The look in his eye forced another wave of pleasure to rock through her. He leaned down and kissed her lips softly, lovingly. When he pulled away, he turned her head so he could murmur in her ear. Sienna had her eyes closed in bliss.

"I know you don't believe me," He whispered, nipping her earlobe. "But I love you."

He pulled her back in front of him. She couldn't believe the words she was saying even as they were leaving her mouth.

"I don't know how, or why, but...I think I might love you, too."

Dean's answering smile was so breathtaking, she couldn't help but smile back. She bit her lip and let her voice drop lower to a sultry tone.

"Now stop teasing me." She begged.

His hand tightened on her trapped wrists, earning another moan from her, and she could feel his crooked smile through his kiss.

….

Dean sat behind his desk, the phone ringing. He didn't answer. Instead, he stayed leaning against his hand, daydreaming about his morning.

Dean woke naturally- no alarms, or blinding sunlight. He kept his eyes closed, hoping he could get back to sleep. Before he could even try, the most heavenly smell drifted through his nostrils. A mixture of vanilla...flowers...citrus...he inhaled deeply.

A small creak and the tiniest shift of the mattress alerted him to the other person in the room- the memory of the night before slammed into him.

He peeked one eye open. Sienna, still completely naked, was slowly trying to creep off the bed without waking him up. He smiled and rolled his eyes to the ceiling. He already knew what she was trying to do. He snaked an arm out soundlessly, and wrapped it around her bare waist, pulling her back until she collided with his body.

She let out a surprised squeak.

Dean snuggled his face into the crook of her neck, trapping her with his legs wrapped around hers. Sienna faced the other way, so he could lean down and plant kisses on her cheek and jaw easily. She giggled and murmured. "Morning."

"Mmmm, mornin'." He murmured against her neck. "Tryin' to escape before I can go with you?"

He thought her pause was super obvious. "No." She lied.

Dean chuckled and kissed her jaw. She turned in his arms to face him, her face drawn in worry.

"Are you sure?" She whispered. "You don't think this is crazy?"

He chuckled, holding her face with one hand. "I absolutely think this is crazy. But you're gonna go and risk your life every day and I won't be able to live without knowing if you're safe."

She gazed up at him with a small smile on her face. Dean leaned into her, lightly grazing her lips with his own, and trapping her to the bed with his body. She let out a breathless giggle and traced a finger down his chest. Dean let his hands roam-

His daydream shattered when his boss, Mr. Adler, knocked on his office door and let himself in.

"Got a minute?" He asked.

"Sure, of course." Dean answered good naturedly.

Adler closed the door and shot him a slit-eyed look of concern. "How you feeling, Dean?"

"Uh...great." Dean wondered if the change in his life was that obvious.

"You look a little tired. Been working hard, I gather."

Dean chuckled, trying to laugh the praise off.

"Oh, don't be modest. I hear everything. And I'm pleased with what I'm hearing. That's why it's important to me that you're happy."

Mr. Adler took one of the business cards on Dean's desk and wrote something on the back of it. He slid the paper over to him.

"How's that for your bonus?"

Dean picked up the card and his brows lifted to his hair line.

"Very generous." Dean replied curtly. He knew he couldn't take it.

"Purely selfish." Adler smiled charmingly. "I want to make sure you're not going anywhere."

Dean let out a puff of air nervously. "Wow. Are you sure?"

"Positive. You're Sandover material, son- real go-getter, carving your own way. I see big things in your future. Maybe even- Senior VP, Eastern Great Lakes Division. Don't get me wrong you'll have to work for it. Seven days a week, lunch at your desk. But in eight to ten short years, that could be you."

Dean's gut twisted. Before meeting Sienna, he would've been psyched for this conversation. But now...that future, the one he'd careful planned, sounded like Hell. Dean pulled off his headset.

"Well, uh, thank you, sir. It's, um, but...I am giving my notice."

Adler sat forward, his face a mask of surprise. "This is a joke. You're kidding me, right?"

Dean licked his bottom lip nervously, and replied honestly.

"No, I, uh-I recently, very recently, realized that I have some other work to do. It's...very important to me." He could see her behind his lids when he closed his eyes.

"Other work? Another company?" Adler questioned.

"No. I-uh, it's hard to explain. It's just that this- this is, uh, just not who I'm supposed to be."

Adler stared at him for a moment, dumbfounded. Then his mouth broke out into a wide grin, laughing merrily. Dean stared, a little wary- did Adler's brain short out?

"What?" He asked.

Adler shook his head. "Dean, Dean, Dean." He stood. "Finally."

Adler leaned forward and pressed a finger to his forehead. Dean blinked, wondering what the hell- and then he remembered. He looked around.

"What in the hell? Why am I in a suit? And my God, I am hungry." He complained.

The bald man- who he'd thought was Mr. Adler, smiled.

"Welcome back."

Dean stood, anxiety rushing through his veins. "Wait, wait was I just touched by-" He gestured angrily. "You're an angel, aren't you?"

"I'm Zachariah." The angel replied, a smug smile pulling up his lips.

"Oh, great. That's all I need. Another one of you guys."

Zachariah chuckled and meandered toward Dean- he took a step away.

"I'm hardly 'another one,' Dean. I'm Castiel's superior. Believe me, I have no interest in popping down here and into one of these smelly things. But after the unfortunate...situation, with Uriel, I felt it necessary to pay a visit. Get my ducks in a row."

Dean almost lunged for his throat. "I am not one of your ducks!"

"Starting with your attitude." Zachariah's tone had soured.

Dean clenched his teeth. "And so what, this- this was all some sort of test? Is that what you're telling me? Well. Very creative." He seethed.

"You should see my decoupage."

Dean scrunched his nose. "Gross. No, thank you. So, what, I'm- I'm just hallucinating all of this? Is that it?

"Not at all. Real place, real haunting. Just plunked you in the middle without the benefit of your memories."

"Just to shake things up? Hmm?" Dean replied sarcastically. "So you guys can have fun watching us run around like ass clowns in- in monkey suits?"

"To prove to you that the path you are on is truly in your blood. You're a hunter. Not because your dad made you. Not because God called you back from Hell. But because it is what you are. And you love it. You'll find your way to it in the dark every single time, and you're miserable without it. Dean- let's be real, here. You're good at this. You'll be successful, you will stop it."

"Stop what? Huh? The apocalypse? Lucifer? What? Be specific, man!"

"You'll do everything you're destined to do. All of it. Which, in case you missed it, includes a life with that redheaded little spitfire. You don't get the girl without the hunt, Dean. But I know, I know, you're not strong enough. You're scared. You got daddy issues. You can't do it, right?"

"Angel or not, I will stab you in your face."

The angel smiled in amusement.

"All I'm saying is...it's how you look at it. Most folks live and die without moving anything more than the dirt it takes to bury them. You and that girl...will get to change things...save people. Maybe even the world."

Dean turned his back on him, closing his eyes. He had no idea how this all made him feel. The only part he could remotely focus on was Sienna. A life with her…Zachariah droned on in the background.

"All the while, you drive a classic car and fornicate with a half-goddess. This isn't a curse- it's a gift. So, for God's sake Dean, quit whining about it."

Dean had turned back towards him.

"Look around. There are plenty of fates worse than yours. So, you with me? Want to go steam yourself another latte? Or are you ready to stand up...and be who you really are."

Dean didn't answer, only stared at the angel, a look of contemplation schooling his features.

….

And then he was opening his eyes to a semi-dark room. By the look of the sun coming in the windows, it was barely dawn. He caught glimpses of the mirror that hung in front of Sienna's bed in Bobby's house, dark lumps he guessed were their clothes, piled on the ground. A breathy sigh alerted him to her presence.

Dean reached out blindly, and found himself gripping her waist and pulling her into his arms. She groaned lightly, at being woken up, and raised her head sluggishly.

"Babe? Are you okay?" Her concerned tone reminded him of the version of her the angels had given him. He'd love her always, no matter what lifetime.

He pulled her all the way up to him and kissed her hard, all of the passion he'd felt for the Other Sienna pouring out of him. She let out a small gasp and kissed him back, just as hard. He pulled back and her eyelids fluttered open. She smiled crookedly.

"Well, good morning to you, too." She murmured, biting her lip.

Dean smiled back at her, kissing her softly one more time. He cupped her cheeks, his nose nudging hers.

"As long as I am on this planet, Sienna Gold, I will be by your side."