Warnings: BornasagirlDean, mentions of redwings

Pairing: Deanna/Caleb

6 - The arrangement

Deanna Winchester pulled the car into the Bailey drive and looked to her father. He was being a moody little bitch about the whole situation. "Well?"

"Well, what?"

"You cool or do you need me to go in?" She blinked at him.

"Shouldn't that be your call?" John seethed at the dashboard.

"Thing is… I don't care." She cleared her throat. "Caleb and I have an understanding about this. I'm sorry you caught us at it. I'm fine walking in there and walking out. You on the other hand are wound tight. If you can't act like a human being, don't go in. Gimme your grocery list."

"I'm just not sure I like hunters having an understanding with my daughter." John tore the list out of his notebook. His hand froze as his eyes caught something. It was early morning and there was a woman stumbling out of Caleb's front door.

"Ew." Deanna made a face but rolled down her window. "Honey, treat yourself better."

"What?" The woman stopped next to her car.

"I can see that you're an attractive woman under all that mess but treat your body better. Less makeup, more movement. Tone it overall."

"Fuck you." The woman flipped her off and got in her car.

"Just trying to help." Deanna lifted her hands in supplication as the car sped off. She grabbed her father's list and jumped out of the car to lope up the drive. Caleb winced when she stepped in the door as his coffee was hitting his mouth. "Yeah, I saw her. That was gross."

"She was willing." He shrugged.

"You keep bringing home trash like that and my doors are closing." She warned him and handed over the list. "Old man has a laundry list for you and he's waiting in the car."

"Tell him to come in." Caleb set the coffee maker to accommodate his guests while he ran his eyes over the list.

She made a noise to get his attention. "He's not at the right temperature to come in."

"Why not?" Caleb leaned over to look out the window.

"Cause he's still replaying that moment when he opened the door and you had my legs behind my head, just plowing away. Then he saw your trash and thought I was gonna throw a tantrum. He's not a fan of our arrangement." Deanna tilted her head at him. "If you want me to touch you this trip. You're gonna need about seven showers. She was nasty."

"Well, I brushed my teeth." He trapped her against the kitchen counter.

"I didn't." She tilted her head. Her lips parted just a bit. "You wanna taste who I took to bed last night."

"You're disgusting." He laughed.

"So are you. We're perfectly matched." She kissed him anyway. Tasted pussy and iron. "Dude, you're filthy."

"What?"

"Did you seriously just kiss me after eating out a bloody pussy? And strange bloody pussy at that?" She glared at him.

"You could…" He ran his tongue around his mouth when she pushed him away.

"It lingers, you pig." She shoved him away to brush her teeth in the sink. When the coffee maker had four cups in it, she poured out two mugs and left him in his kitchen to go outside. She got back in the car and handed her dad a cup of caffeine and watched the sun rise over the plains. "Pretty morning."

"He got everything?" He grumbled into his cup.

"I don't know yet. I'll go back in… in a bit." She sipped her coffee.

"Getting hungry."

"Okay." She nodded. "Just give me a minute. I'll get you something."

When their cups were empty, she took them back inside. Caleb had showered and gathered a pile of goods on the kitchen table and was still working on the list. She moved past him and turned on the stove. She got a pan out and raided his fridge. He crossed his arms. "Can I help you?"

"Dad's hungry." She answered simply and chopped some ham and onion up to burn while she whipped up some eggs. Then she stole a pepper and tossed that in, too. She had the eggs sizzling a moment later when the pan had smoked up a good deal. "You got bread or tortillas or something?"

"Yeah. I got the big ones in the pantry. Got 'em yesterday." He leaned on the cabinets to watch her move around in his kitchen.

"Sweet." She nodded and started heating up the large flat rounds on an open burner. She got a plate out and made out four burritos, then poured more coffee in a cup. She left a burrito with Caleb and trucked the cup and the other three to the car. She took a burrito and sat back to watch the house.

"Needs cheese." John mumbled around a mouthful.

"He was out." She shoved the burrito in her mouth.

"Why are you out here?" He asked.

"Caleb's working. He needs space to work." She hoped she had too much in her mouth to be a good conversationalist.

"Since when? Caleb's the only person I know can carry four conversations, smelt bullets and shoot a crossbow at the same time."

"Well, then I'm keeping you company." She took another huge bite and nearly coughed when her saliva couldn't keep up with the job she'd put her mouth to.

"What'd he do?"

"You don't want to hear about it." She stole his coffee and took a long drink.

He started his second burrito and motioned to where the other car had been parked. "Is it cause he fucked coyote ugly?"

"It's not cause he fucked coyote ugly. I don't care who he fucks." She took another drink then shoved the end of her burrito in her mouth.

"These… arrangements never work." He told her. "I've had a few."

"Dad." She groaned. "Don't tell me that. I don't want the thought of you having arrangement-sex with anyone."

"But you let me walk in on you."

"That's cause you don't knock." She rubbed her eyes. "Ever. I mean ever. Couldn't even take a piss when I was kid. You just walk right in. Why would you walk into a room when you could hear all that noise? I know I was being loud. Caleb was being loud and you just walk right in."

"How was I supposed to know you guys weren't killing each other?" John polished off his second burrito.

"You knock!" She grabbed the plate and the cup and stormed back into the house. She dropped them into the sink. "I am not getting the image of Dad wearing white socks banging some random barfly on the regular out of my head."

"What?" Caleb howled with laughter.

"I am serious." She pointed to the door. "I know our arrangement is not perfect. I knew he wouldn't be a fan. He just told me that he's had them, too. More than one!" She gagged. "White socks!"

"I'm sure he takes his socks off." Caleb shrugged as he counted silver in cases.

"You're not helping." She groaned and hopped onto the counter. She idly brushed her teeth again. "I mean… it's his own fault that he knows about us. Who doesn't knock in someone else's house?"

"We talking as fuck-buddies or buddies?" Caleb put a check mark on the shopping list and tossed it on top of the pile.

"I don't know." She looked at him. "Are we too old to do this?"

"You're 22." He laughed. "I'm 25. We have not yet hit the age of too old for stupid."

"So, we're being stupid."

He ran his hands up her arms. "Look. He has to accept you're an adult. You gotta keep in mind that he's a man. Okay. He's got a cock and it needs exercise. If he didn't have arrangements, we'd have to be worried. With or without the white socks."

"You're disgusting." She shut her eyes and leaned into him. "I don't wanna do this anymore."

"You… don't want to have mindblowing sex? Or mindblowing sex with strangers? Or mindblowing sex with me?" Caleb straightened up.

"I'm not going to change you." Deanna met his eyes. "I love you. You're my bud. I just… this isn't a good idea anymore. Our arrangement isn't working."

"I didn't know you were going to show up this morning." He sighed and dropped his hands to the counter. "It's not like I got a heads up to clear the place out."

She gripped the end of the counter. "It's not even about that."

"What do you want? You want me to say I'm only going to sleep with you? You wanna move in?"

"No." She made a face at him. "I'm saying the arrangement is over. I'm not interested in moving in or tying you down. I'm just not going to go upstairs anymore."

Caleb sighed heavily. "It's a waste. We have amazing sex together."

"Yeah." She leaned her head on his shoulder. "I couldn't get tied down if I wanted to."

"There you go breaking my heart. I could so tie you down."

"Metaphorically, not literally." She laughed. "Maybe I keep you in the spank bank."

"Deal." He ran his hands up and down her back. "Really? No more?"

"God, Caleb. What's wrong with you?" She shoved him away and hopped down. She started gathering the goods. When he didn't have a ready joke, she turned with an arm full of cartridges. "What?"

"Just like that. You walk in here. Get mad at me cause I'm keeping to our arrangement and you just end things." He leaned on the doorframe. "Just like that. I don't get a say."

"This ain't a chick flick, man. The terms were clear. No one broke 'em. I'm just saying I'm done." She stared at him. 'Why are you so pissed?"

"Forget it." He reached passed her for the guns. He took them out to the car with her trailing behind him. "Hey John." He waited while John unlocked the truck. They traded the guns for cash. Deanna was setting the ammo down when Caleb brushed passed her.

"Why are you being a little bitch?" Deanna yelled at him.

"Deanna." John sighed.

She caught up to him on the porch. "What is your problem?"

"I agreed to our arrangement cause I figured you'd get tired of it and want to make us exclusive… not exclude me." Caleb stared down at her. "Happy?"

"That's what not we were doing. And you know that." Deanna licked her lips and glanced back at her dad. "I'm not the marrying kind, Caleb. I was never going to settle down. That's why we have to end it. I'm not going to be racked with guilt if I fuck some guy after a hunt or pick up a chick cause her eyes remind me of yours. We're in too deep. If I don't get out now… we're going to hate each other forever and I can't have that. You're my boy."

"Then get gone. You send your dad next time."

"You're a pussy, Caleb."

"And you're a bitch. Bye."