Dancing Butterflies

Summary: Dean and Sam meet a mysterious young woman with unusual gifts. Together they experience many adventures while continuing the search to reunite John Winchester with his family.

It wasn't the little splash into the lake that had stirred up her anger, it wasn't even the fact he had been able to figure her out so easily. No it was the way he made her feel. The air seemed energized when he walked in the room, her heart sped up just a little when he looked at her, when he touched her; butterfly fluttered within, when his hot breath caressed her face; her knees grew week and when his lips nearly touched hers; she nearly drown in the heat of them.

Ciaryn stood in the shower letting the hot water cascade over her, the sweet hot heat of the memories engulfing her. This wasn't how it was suppose to be. She came here to help them, maybe even join them. They were as different as she was. Well maybe not quite as different, but they understood that there were things in this world that didn't belong here. That evil was among them.

Resting her head against the shower wall, she sighed. Missouri had told her all about Sam, about his dreams and his ability to sense the supernatural, even about his girlfriend Jessica. Missouri sent Ciaryn here to help Sam understand his gift, how to focus and use it to their advantage. But about Dean she had said next to nothing except, 'Sam is the seer, but that boy… that boy… he's a warrior.'

A slight giggle escaped her lips as the image of Dean flashed through her thoughts. He stood six feet tall, darkly tanned and glistening under the hot Roman sun. His gladiator outfit barely covering his incredible body. The heavy shield and sword making him look as dangerous as he was sexy.

Shaking the enticing image out of her head, Ciaryn tried to focus on what Missouri's last word to her. "Don't you go letting them push you away now you hear. Those boys they need you, they need your help and guidance; even if they don't want it." As Ciaryn walked away she thought she heard Missouri quietly say, "They need you as much as you need them." But that couldn't have been what she said because Ciaryn had learned long ago not to need anyone.

That why she was so mad at Dean she realized with that last thought, Dean made her need.

Ciaryn had just finished showering and had wrapped herself in a thick white towel when a knock on the door startled her. Opening the door she came face to face with the object of her recent little fantasy. Dean, recently showered himself and already dressed caught her eyes and held them briefly before taking a long slow linger look down her body. Ciaryn silently cursed those little butterflies dancing within her, swearing to pin them one by one if they didn't soon stop.

The sound of someone clearing their throat behind Dean caught her attention. Looking over Dean's shoulder she spotted Sam standing there, a slight blush on his face. With a wicked grin that matched her intentions, Ciaryn posed against the doorframe, the towel slipping slightly. "What can I do for you boys?" She asked in her most come hither voice. Dean's eyes shot back up to hers, with the look on his face it was easy to read what he'd like her to do for him.

"Uhh, well the thing is, Dean told me about what you said. About Beka and Thomas." He clarified. "And we were about to go down and explain things to Dorothy."

"We thought you should come along incase she has any questions or would like you to communicate with the kids." Dean interrupted, finally finding his voice.

"I'm not really dressed for the occasion." She sighed, shifting her body. Giving Dean a better glimpse. If he could tease and get her all hot and bothered, she thought to herself, then so was she!

"How about we meet you download stairs in 15 minutes?" Sam asked already working at pulling Dean back away from the door.

"Kay." She smiled and waved her fingers bye as Sam pulled Dean down the hall towards the stairs. Leaning against the closed door she let out a small laugh.

"Boy has she got your number." Sam laughed.

"What are you talking about, I don't have a number to 'get'".

Sam just laughed "Please, a little skin, that tone of voice… you were about to fall all over yourself, and her."

"A little skin, man you need to get your eyes checked. Seriously dude, there was a lot of skin, and it was hot." Dean shook his head, "I know you're still hung up on Jess, but man..." His baby brother was hopeless, yet a small seed of jealousy spurted at the thought of Sam enjoying the same view and look that Dean had gotten.

To be continued….