Author's Note: I don't own anything having to do with Supernatural only Katie belongs to me.

Written as a birthday present for my dear Alva Starr. Hope you have a great day doll and HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Wasted Whiskey

The sun rose in the morning and set just before the world was blanketed in stars for the night. Katie would light a few candles, sit by the window of whatever motel she was calling home for that night, and just write. Sometimes it would be song lyrics she had stuck in her head, or what had happened that day, or even the nightmares that plagued her sleep the night before. The notebook was worn, the binding barely holding the pages in anymore, but she'd never get a new one. It was her lifeline, her one true best friend in the cruel world of deception. She'd find the tiniest of empty spaces and fill it in with another secret she just couldn't keep to herself anymore.

This particular night she sat in a secluded booth in a half-full bar, doodling rose pedals as her mind wandered. The ink from the pen bled onto the paper, forever staining the woven pages with her deepest and darkest thoughts. The world had knocked Katie down more times than she could count and it was getting harder to find the strength to pick herself up again. She tried to remember that everything happened for a reason but even that was getting tiring. Alcohol no longer numbed the pain and she went through the motions of the day as if she was on autopilot.

"Katie?"

The pen froze on the paper, her jet black hair falling over her shoulder as she turned to see who it was as she peered up at him through her lashes. Seeing Dean Winchester was the last thing she could have imagined, especially in a suit, but nothing surprised her anymore. "What's up, G-man?"

"Same demons, different town," he responded with his signature smirk as he loosened the tie around his neck. Dean took in every little detail from the way her once pin straight bangs hung uneven to the dark circles under her eyes and the new small frown lines that seemed to be a permanent fixture on her face. If he didn't know better he would have thought she had been to hell in back in the year since he had met her at Bobby's. It was the same far off look he had seen in the mirror one too many times and would kill so he wouldn't have to see it on anyone else. "Refill?" he motioned to the empty tumbler on the table.

She offered him a half smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, "Always."

He came back a few minutes later with whiskey for the both of them and slid into the opposite side of the booth. "Working on something?"

Katie followed his line of sight to her notebook and she shook her head as she safely tucked it away in her bag. "Not exactly." She took a long sip from her glass almost finishing the drink before rolling the glass between her hands. "So, you here on a case or you always go around looking like a salesman?"

She could have sworn he puffed his chest out a bit as he replied, "Thought there was a job here in town. For once it actually turned out to be some freak medical thing." She nodded at his answer and he stared at her as if he was trying to solve some big mystery. "Have to admit this is the last place I thought I'd ever run into you again. Figured you be giving some rabbit the short end of the stick."

"I see Bobby told you," Katie rolled her eyes at his attempt at a joke.

Dean brought his glass up to his lips, "It should have been you. You told me you were a hunter."

"I don't care for labels, Dean."

Dean scoffed, "Says the chick who wears nothing but rocker tees and converse."

She glanced down at her Distillers t-shirt and shrugged her shoulders. Dean hated to admit it but he hadn't thought about Katie recently with everything going on with Sam. It was just how his brain was wired. Sam came before everything, anyone else, but now that he sat in front of her he wished he stayed in contact. He had this overwhelming urge to figure out what was beating her down and protect her from their nightmare of a world. He remembered everything about that night from goose bumps that broke out as his lips came in contact with her skin to the broken look in her eyes as she whispered for him to fix her.

"Well," she finished the last drop of whiskey in her glass and set it back down on the table, getting ready to get up. "It was good to see you-"

"Wait," Dean lightly grabbed her arm and she sat back down for a moment. "That's it? You're just going to leave?"

"Don't see why not."

Dean searched her face, she resembled the Katie he remembered, she even sounded like her but there was something different. He tried to find the words to get her to stay and open up to him but he came up blank until the only question he could think to ask came flowing out of his mouth before he could stop it. "Why do you think you need fixing?"

Katie blinked expecting him to say anything else but that. "What?"

Dean regretted ever opening his mouth but now that the question hung over their booth like a little black rain cloud there was no sweeping it under the rug now. "You heard me. Why do you-"

"I'm not doing this," she cut him off as she slid out of the booth and threw her messenger bag over her shoulder. It didn't matter that the only pure silence she ever had was when they were together in the backseat of his Impala. It didn't matter that she'd do it again in a heartbeat for just a taste or normalcy.

"Katie…" Dean rose to his feet ready to physically block her path if he had to. What was it about this girl that had him ready to lay his own life on the line just to see a genuine smile? There was no denying it though, he was drawn to her unlike any other of his one night stands, this was something more.

"What do you want from me, Dean?"

He had never seen someone look so defeated before and he almost moved to the side to let her pass. Almost. "I want to know what happened to you. This…" he waved his hand from her head to her feet and back again. "Whatever this is, it isn't you."

She smiled sadly, "When everything you touch dies you tend to not make connections with people anymore. It's just easier."

"Does it look like I want easy?"

*SUPERNATURAL*

Clothes couldn't be torn off quick enough as Dean shut the motel room door behind him. Katie made quick work of the buttons on his dress shirt as she toed out of her converse sneakers. There were feverish kisses in between taking off shirts and wiggling out of skin tight jeans. Katie stood in front of him in nothing but her black satin bra and matching panties, the contrast against her snow white skin and the only light in the room coming from the moon, giving the allusion of an angel. If she was an angel her wings were tied and ankles shackled keeping her from escaping her own mind.

She slowly slipped the straps off her shoulders before unhooking her bra and letting it fall to the floor. Dean's callused hands roamed her body until he hooked his thumbs into the top of her panties and slid them down her sleek legs. She stepped out of them and walked backwards toward the bed as rid himself of his boxer briefs. He went to reach for the light but she stopped him, redirecting his hand to her chest instead. She didn't care if the room was dark with the shadows of the night, she didn't need to see him - only feel him.

Dean hovered above Katie, holding himself up by his forearms as he caged her in. He captured her lips before alternating between nips and kisses down the side of her neck. "You're not broken," he whispered in her ear, placing another kiss to the side of her neck. "But if this is what it takes to make you feel whole then I'll never stop."

Katie went to respond to the man that had a way of breaking down the walls she had built years ago but he slipped his hand between her legs. His middle finger teased her entrance while his thumb circled her clit. She arched her back when he slid one then two fingers knuckle deep inside of her and worked up to the point she was ready to tighten around his fingers before she grabbed his wrist and stopped him.

"I need you," she admitted with a plea of longing in her eyes as she bit her bottom lip. "Please. I need you inside of me."

Dean withdrew his fingers and licked her juices from them before silencing her with a kiss. He positioned himself and ran his cock up and down her slit a few times before sliding into her. In that very moment he took control of everything, riding her mind of the constant whispers and her soul of the pain she could never make go away. Katie dug her short finger nails into his muscular arms as she tried not to be pulled over the edge in ecstasy. This needed to last, she needed more than just a Band-Aid over a seeping wound.

"Open your eyes," Dean told her as another moan escaped from her lips.

He wanted to know that she was there with him in the moment and not getting lost by some memory. When her topaz eyes met his emerald green there was no way she could hold on any longer and she tightened around him with him following closely after.

It wasn't just another one night stand in Katie's mind and she hoped that it wasn't for Dean either. Reality would set in tomorrow and she'd probably lose contact with him again until fate brought them back together just when she'd need it the most. Tonight though she was going to drink in every possible second because when she was with Dean Winchester nothing else in the world mattered.

Katie laid with her head resting on Dean's chest, her finger tracing a scar she didn't remember him having last time. She tried not to think about how long it would be until she saw him again and how many more scars they'd both have by then. She pushed the thoughts to the back of her mind though because when she was with Dean there was no murdering past or horrifying future only the present.

"You're thinking again," Dean muttered with his eyes closed getting ready to slip off into a deep sleep.

She smiled and placed a gentle kiss on his chest, "Only of you."

They say you feel most alive in the moments before your death and Katie could only hope that it didn't mean she'd be dead tomorrow because she never felt more alive.