A/N: So... I was thinking about how glorious it is to write fanfiction, because you can change the story if you want to. Not too much, but... enough. Because I had an idea :) Something that bothered me XD I hope you like it because I'm addressing it in this chapter. Also... Sorry it's been so long. I'll do better XD Your patience is appreciated though. You're the best.

Chapter 11:

Candy stepped out of the shower, wringing her hair of water, and wrapped herself up in a fluffy white towel. For a moment, she just stared at herself in the mirror. She kept wondering if she wasn't the person that she once thought she was. The kind of person that sleeps with two people at once, that can't choose between them. That wasn't completely true, though. She had chosen; she chose Dean. If she hadn't have made a choice when Sam left, then she never would have gotten with Dean.

Still, she couldn't help but be frustrated with the brothers and with herself. Yes, she made a mistake while she was drunk and let Sam and Dean share her, but Sam had not helped the situation after they woke up. Candy didn't want to cause conflict with the brothers, especially after Sam just returned from the cage. She wanted them to be reunited and happy. They couldn't, though, not while she was around. It almost made her want to remove herself from the situation completely.

Dean came into the bathroom, which yanked her out of her thoughts. She looked into his eyes through the mirror, watching him curiously as he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her lovingly. He placed a long, soft kiss on her bare shoulder, then squeezed her tightly.

"I don't mean to blame you or Sammy," he told her, staring into the relection of her eyes. "I let it happen, too. I just... You don't understand yet, but you will. I've never let myself get as close to someone as I am to you. I've never loved someone like I do you. I didn't think it was possible. You proved me wrong. Candy, I want you to do whatever makes you happy, but I don't want to lose you. If you want to go back to Sam-"

"Stop, Dean," she sighed, turning around to face him. "Don't even say it, okay? I won't leave you for Sam. I don't want to lose you either. I love you, Dean. More than... More than I've ever loved anyone. Even Sam... I know that's an awful thing to say, but what you give to me is more than what Sam could give to me. It's comfort and safety and passion... It goes so much deeper. I wouldn't give it up for anything."

"I hope so, Candy."

"No need to hope," Candy smiled at him. "I love you, Dean Winchester, and you alone. Like I've said before, I love Sam, just in a different way. He's family. Like Bobby's family. Like Cas is family."

"I don't know if you've noticed or not," Dean chuckled, "but Cas kind of has a crush on you, Candy. He thinks your just the best thing ever." Candy laughed with him, then pulled him closer to her and kissed him passionately. Her hands snaked around his neck, and his hands rested on her hips.

"I love you," she reminded him after she pulled away. "Now, we have a job to do, and we're going to do it together. All three of us. Because we are a family. We need to go talk to Hayden."

"Maybe... Maybe just me and Sammy should go. We could try and talk things out. I really want a moment alone with my brother. If that's alright with you," Dean searched her eyes for protest, but she just nodded.

"I understand. Tell Vera that I got food poisoning or something. Ask to interview him by yourselves. See what he says."

"Yes, ma'am," Dean smirked down at her playfully. "I'm going to go get Sam. Hopefully he doesn't hate me again."

"He doesn't. He never could."

Candy got dressed once Dean was gone, putting on a tight tank top and a pair of shorts that she could go jogging in. It was important for her to keep in shape while helping Sam and Dean hunt, because she needed to prove that she was just as fast and strong as they were, even if she wasn't. Although Sam was back, Candy wanted to continue to stay involved in the business of hunting with the brothers. She had gotten used to it, had learned to enjoy saving people.

With her room key in her back pocket beside her Ipod, Candy left the motel room and started jogging towards the woods behind the building. There was a small, barely visible trail cut out through the foliage that she had noticed before. It was perfect for jogging. Hidden and close to the place she had to return to.

She had been jogging for a long time before she finally paused for a moment to take a deep breath and rest her tired legs. Candy yanked her headphones out of her ears, then bent over to rest her hands on her knees while she tried to catch her breath.

A rustle in the bushes caught her attention, and she snapped up in alert. Idiot, she scolded herself. Didn't stop to think that a jog in the woods might be a bad idea while working a werewolf case. Rolling her eyes at herself, she tucked away her earbuds and waited patiently for another sound. A twig snapped behind her and she whipped around.

A man stood there, holding a gun in his hand by his side. His shirt was full of holes that were circled by scorched fabric, black and frayed, and his jeans were dirty and torn. Soot and blood stained his face and his clothes, covering various burns all over his body. His blonde hair was long, shaggy, and dirtied by ashes.

"Candy...," he groaned her name, taking a painful step forward. His arm raised with the gun, and he aimed it at her with a trembling hand. "I need your help, but I'm not asking for it. Come with me."

"How do you know my name?" She asked him. "Who are you?"

"Do what I say!" He snapped, shaking the gun at her. "Please..." His voice dropped to a desperate plea, so Candy reluctantly obeyed. She took a few cautious steps towards him.

"Where to?"

"I have a car," he sighed, his hand reaching over to clutch his side. "Follow me to it. Then, I'll tell you where to drive to." The hand with the gun motioned towards the trail behind him. "Move quickly."

"Sure."

Candy walked behind the man slowly, her face stoic. They reached the car quickly, and Candy climbed into the driver's seat just as she was told to do. The man jammed the key into the ignition, then told her exactly where he wanted her to go. She pulled away from the woods and sped off down the road. A million and one ideas on how to escape ran through her mind. Each one was shot down by the gun that was resting in his hand, still aimed directly at her.

"I'll be at the end of a dirt road," he grunted in pain. "It's a little shack. I didn't have the money for a motel room, so... I got stuck with the first abandoned building I could find. Well, someone else showed it to me."

"Yeah?" She questioned. "Who?"

"Shut up and drive faster," he grumbled, leaning his head against the window tiredly. He stayed there, eyes closed, until she found the dirt road that he mentioned. Following it all the way to the end, Candy halted the car outside of an old rundown little house with broken windows and plants threatening to consume it from all sides. The man forced himself out of the car, "Come on. I need your help." She followed him inside, then to the kitchen.

"What do you need my help with?"

"You're going to clean me up," he told her, tossing a rag to her from the kitchen counter. It was already wet, she discovered that when it smacked against her hand with a watery slap. The man flopped down in the chairs closest to him.

"Tell me who you are, first," she let her hands fall to her sides. "I've done everything you've asked of me, so now it's time you give me some answers. Who are you?"

"My name is Adam Winchester. I was in the cage with Sam."