1Disclaimer: I unfortunately don't own anything resembling Supernatural. Just Montana, Adyn, and Michael (kinda) are mine.

Sarah the mutant farm girl: I'm glad I brightened you day by several hundred, I mean, by several watts. Yeah I know. I really didn't intend on dean and Adyn getting interrupted. But Montana had other plans. Dern you Montana.

Preciously:

Adyn put another pancake on the griddle before launching an MnM at Dean. "Dean! Get out from behind the refrigerator; the bacon's burning!" But as Dean made no move to come out of the safety of his position, Adyn was forced to multitask between the pancakes and the bacon. Dean of course took the opportunity to pour ice down her back. Which caused Adyn to jerk and send hot, dripping bacon flying onto his arm. Adyn died laughing.

"Fuck! That hurt!" Dean exclaimed.

"S... S... Sorry." Adyn stuttered out. She wiped the tears of laughter from her eyes, succeeding in only smearing pancake batter and bacon grease on her face. When Dean looked up and saw that sight he burst out laughing.

Adyn was attempting to remove the bacon from Deans bare arm, and check to make sure he wasn't hurt to badly, but her attempts were hindered by Dean's attempt to wipe the batter and grease from her face, which were hindered by Adyn's attempts on his arm. Which only caused both of them to laugh harder.

"What the hell is going on here?" An angry voice demanded causing Adyn and Dean to cease what they were doing and look quickly to the kitchen doorway.

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"Uhh, hi Monti." Adyn said, conversationally , as if World War III wasn't about to break out in their kitchen.

"Don't hi me. Why is the kitchen a mess? And what did I just interrupt? I swear to God, Dean. If you hurt my sister, I'll castrate you on the spot. You know they say it only take nine- ten pounds of pull to rip your junk off. I'm willing to test the theory." Montana spat out in reply.

Dean looked down at his pants and squeezed his legs together. "Dude! I don't think you have to worry about Adie getting hurt. She's deadly with a set of bacon."

Montana glared at Dean. Prompting Adyn to say, "Monti. Seriously. First, I'm an adult, and older than you by four years, I might add. Second, we were just making breakfast, and some bacon landed on his arm. I was making sure he was ok. " Adyn said as she stepped in front of Dean.

"How the HELL did bacon land on his arm?" Montana was livid.

"How did the bacon land on my arm? Is that even physically possible considering angles, velocities and such?" Dean mused out loud.

'Shut up, Dean. You're not helping.' Adyn whispered in his mind, causing Dean to jump and look around.

"ADIE! Quit talking to him telepathically. If you are gonna say it, say it where I can hear it too."

"I wasn't." She lied.

"Bullshit! People only jump like that when you do it for the first time," Montana pointed out.

'So we can hold conversations like this?' Dean 'asked'.

'Yes, but if you're not careful, Monti might pick up some of your answers.' "Fine, Monti. Have it your way." 'Uh, yeah, don't mention the whole mom, dad, demonic plane thing to him.' She 'said' to Dean.

Dean mentally nodded and then pondered the possibilities of mentally nodding and whether that was oxymoronical or not.

Adyn sniggered at the thoughts Dean was mulling over. "We were talking while we were cooking and I handed him the batter spoon to lick, and some of it accidentally got on his nose..."

Dean snorted. "Accident my ass."

Adyn shot him a look, Monti just stood there clenching his hands. "Anyway, it sort of led to a small fight with certain food substances, and ended with Dean hiding behind the refrigerator, which meant he wasn't watching the bacon, meaning it started to burn. So while I was taking care of the bacon, he dumped some ice down the back of my shirt. Brilliant move by the way, Dean."

Dean beamed and bowed.

"Adie..." Montana half growled, half barked.

"Sorry, Fido. Have you had your rabies shots? 'Cause I'd hate to have to put you down." She rolled her eyes. "The shock of the ice caused me to jerk around, propelling the bacon I was flipping onto his arm."

Montana tossed her a hand towel. "Wipe your face, Adie. I want to have a chat with Dean." He spat out Dean's name with has much venom as he could manage.

Adyn caught the towel and used it to pop Montana's inner thigh. "You will do no such thing. You are gonna go for your morning run like you always do while Dean and I clean up and finish breakfast." Montana opened his mouth to protest. "And when you get back you're going to sit down and have a civil breakfast with all of us because by then your panties should be sufficiently untwisted. Got it?"

"I'm not leaving you here with him!" Montana exploded.

"Your confidence in me is astounding." Dean stated.

"Stay out of this, Dean," Montana forced out through clenched teeth.

"Dude, she is old enough to take care of herself. That and I find it hard to keep my nose out of things that involve me. Hell, I have trouble staying out of things that don't involve me."

"I know. That's what I'm afraid of," Montana stated coldly.

"JAMES MONTANA MCKENZIE! Out! Now! Go run off this misplaced steam before I do some serious damage to your person. Honestly, I thought you knew me better than that, Monti." By which she really meant 'I'm not leaving you, you asshole' but she couldn't say that to him.

Montana looked like he was going to say something but thought better of it after one look at Adyn. Maybe it was the fire, literally, in her eyes that made him back off. Whatever it was, he sharply turned and went to his room, only to reappear moments later in running clothes.

"Breakfast will be ready when you get back." Adyn said stalely. Dean was going to say something, but Adyn stopped him with one word, 'Don't.'

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Montana was mad. Couldn't she see what Dean really was? He was a player, he was only after one thing. Montana would shoot his own foot off before he let anyone hurt his sister. Or take her away. Se was the one person who had been there for him no matter what. She shouldn't even be alive, but she had fought off death for him. He wasn't about to let some punk-ass hunter ruin what she had fought for.

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Adyn swatted at her ears, hoping to swat away whatever was causing the buzzing that was resounding in her head. She was pissed. She knew Montana thought he was helping, but why couldn't he just see Dean as he truly was? A hurting, lost, lonely little boy... man. Who happened to be dealing with it the only way he knew how, the only way one could when there was someone depending on you. Bury it deep and keep yourself busy so you don't have time to think about it. You throw yourself into making sure that your brother doesn't have to deal with the same thing. There was that damn buzzing again. It was hard enough walking through life with insurmountable and unshareable burdens, if she could catch a small reprieve and not have to think about Monti, Baal, and everything else, then why shouldn't she be allowed a reprieve? 'God! Would that incessant buzzing ever stop?!'

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Dean watched Adyn storm about the kitchen, flipping pancakes, throwing dishes around, cooking the bacon and the sausage, the job he'd been given, and hadn't really minded doing, but something told him that interrupting might be hazardous to his health. He honestly didn't know what Montana was so upset over. Sure, Adyn was very attractive, and she had, well a great asset, Dean thought as he watched said 'asset' move angrily around the kitchen. But, then again, Adyn wasn't the 'wham, bam, thank you ma'am' type, and he didn't need a relationship. A girl might get to close to his carefully manufactured walls. While Dean desperately wanted someone to know him, truly see and understand him, the thought honestly scared the shit out of him. So Adyn was safe. No worries. He thought about saying something to Adyn, to comfort her or calm her down, but the flare ups of the gas stove told him he would do better to wait.

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Montana's feet continued to pound the pavement beneath his feet. His body pulsed in time to the anger surging through his body. As he finished the two miles to the little park that was situated near their subdivision, he pulled up and went to sit on the swings, knowing full well that going back home right now would end badly for him. Adie wasn't above using whatever necessary to kick his ass. Not to mention that he really really wanted to give Dean a new one, and Adyn was quite sure to enjoy stopping him from ripping into Dean. Montana kicked at the sand at his feet.

"You know, another mile or so might have helped get some of that anger out."

"Fuck off, Michael."

"Such tempers you McKenzies have." Michael said as he shook his head.

"Yes well, that's what happens when you mix fire and ice. Steam is inevitably involved."

"But you two do make an amazing team." Michael pointed out.

"Teams only work if both of them are present. When she finally gets married, we won't be a team any more." Montana said broodingly.

"Oh, Montana. You really should give your sister more credit. I can almost guarantee you that she will not marry 'til you do."

"I won't marry. I couldn't do that to an innocent girl."

"Nonsense. You'll find a nice girl, who either is a hunter, knows of hunters, or comes from a family of hunters. You'll be most happy I'm sure. "

Montana just stared at him.

"Listen. Your sister lives and breaths for you. Quite literally, seeing as how you are the reason, she is alive."

"I'm also the reason she almost died." He said gloomily.

"Oh, for crying out loud! You know that you had nothing to do with that. That had everything to do with Baal."

Montana grumbled.

"Montana, cut your sister some slack. She and Dean share some personality and quality traits. They understand each other in some ways that you and she don't. It's good for both of them to have this camaraderie."

"What if he hurts her?"

"Do you honestly believe he will? Or can?" Michael shook his head. "Adyn won't be so easily won. She can see the way Dean is with ladies. She won't fall so quickly for his charms. If she falls at all, it will take Dean coming to terms with himself."

"I suppose you're right. But I don't like it."

"You don't have to. Just accept it. Get to know Dean and Sam, and help them on this hunt. You might be surprised at what you learn. Now, get your hind end back home and try something new. Like ENJOY breakfast with your sister and the boys. It will make your sisters day if she sees you actively trying to get along with Dean. Catch you later."

Montana watched Michael dissipate, slowly got to his feet, and began the two-mile run back home.

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Adyn screamed. She was so frustrated, and that damn buzzing was only helping fuel the frustrations. If Adyn was honest, it was the buzzing that was really pissing her off. Couldn't she be alone with her thoughts in peace? There. It stopped, leaving Adyn once again in blesseded silence with her own thoughts. 'Damnit! When I find out what that buzzing is, I swear I'm gonna shoot it.'

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Dean jumped. Adyn's scream was not only terrifying, but it also eerily reminded him of the old tales about banshees. He could only sit in silence and watch, highly unsure of what to do. Really, it wasn't surprising, seeing as he didn't normally have to deal with females and all their different emotions for extended periods of time. Well, there was Sam, but considering he had raised him and knew very well he wasn't really a girl, it didn't count, he supposed. The scariest thing about Adyn, Dean decided, was that she got quieter and more apt to answer in short, curt answers. Hell, more likely to tell you fuck off than answer period. It wasn't the curt answers or even the fuck off attitude that scared Dean the most, it was the quietness that screamed of, 'watch out I'm gonna cap somebody if they tread wrong around me'. The stony set of her jaw, and her entire body language reminded it him so much of himself when he was mad, that he was quite surprised she hadn't jumped into her mustang and driven off. 'I wonder if she does drive when she gets mad... And should I get up and wake-up Sam, or just sit her till she notices me...?'

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'Notices me...' What the hell? Where did that come from? Adyn wondered. Then it hit her. Dean. That would explain the buzzing. He had been broadcasting his thoughts, either subconsciously trying to reach her or just completely unaware of what he was doing. Maybe both. She sighed, grabbed some Tylenol out of the cabinet, and popped a few. "I'm sorry, Dean. I forgot you were there."

Dean startled. It was like she heard him think... oh. She probably did. "Uhhh no problem. I wasn't, you know... I mean, uh, I was just getting up to check on Sam; I figured you could use some time with your thoughts." 'Smooth ,Dean, real smooth.'

Adyn smiled. "Which is why you've sat there for the past five minutes wondering, I'm guessing, if you should say something, or if you could sneak out before I noticed."

Dean flashed her a smile. "Are you sure you weren't reading my thoughts?"

"If I had been reading your thoughts, I wouldn't have had this monstrous headache. Speaking of which, I need to give you and Sam a crash course in how to keep your thoughts to yourself."

"So somebody evil can't pick up on them?"

"No. Not that pure a motive; more so you don't give me any more headaches."

Dean looked at her quizzically. Adyn sighed. "Just then, you weren't guarding your thoughts, or you were subconsciously trying to get my attention. Either way, I wasn't paying attention so they just kept hitting around my head, causing the most annoying buzzing sound and giving me a headache. It takes a lot to block someone who is actively trying to reach you."

"So by learning to guard my thoughts, no one will be able to read them?"

"Sorta. More like it keeps them safe from glancing intrusions and keeps you from actively broadcasting them. Since you aren't telepathically inclined, the odds of you being able to keep something out completely without outside help is pretty much nonexistent. Shit, I'm telepathically inclined, and I'm not sure I could keep someone out forever. It takes a lot of energy and power to keep that up."

Dean suddenly felt that being 'special' was a lot more work than he thought. "All right. What do I have to do?"

"First, you should know that this is all done mentally and can be quite taxing. Especially if you're not use to meditating. Or just using your 'upstairs' brain in general." Adyn said teasingly.

"Well, that would not be Dean." Sam said as he walked into the kitchen. Adyn smiled, while Dean just scowled.

"Hey, I think with my 'upstairs' brain. It takes a lot of thought to snag the girl." Dean grumbled

Adyn rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Glad you're up Sam. It will save me from having to repeat myself." 'How did you sleep?'

Sam jumped, causing Dean to laugh. "Bit of a shock isn't it Sammy-boy?"

"Fine," Sam replied.

"Good. But you could have just thought it. I would have gotten it. I'm teaching your brother to mentally block his thoughts. That way I don't get a headache, and it will help slow down some of the spirits you guys face. You guys will have to practice it a lot at first, but soon it will be second nature. We'll start easy. Picture a lockbox. Now picture yourself putting all your thoughts into it and locking it."

"This isn't going to be all yoga-y, self-help crap, is it?" Dean asked.

"Dean, shut up and just do it." Sam sighed. Sometimes his brother was such an ass. Why couldn't he just do this without the sarcasm? While Sam would never admit it, the idea of telepathy intrigued him, and he really did want to learn more about it, only it would help if Dean cut back on the snide remarks.

Dean glared at Sam, but screwed his face up in thought. ' lockbox...lockbox... I wonder if this is working.'

"No. Dean it isn't. Try not to just think about it. Follow through with your thoughts," Adyn said as she probed Sam's mind. After several moments she finally ran across a thought: 'I hope those are chocolate chips and not blueberries...' "Yes they are chocolate-chip, and wow, Sam. I think you might have undeveloped telepathic tendencies. You not only mastered the lockbox, but you naturally build walls and partitions throughout you mind, closing off some thoughts. You also naturally enforce the areas touched that you don't want people to know about. It's weak, but the fact you are doing it with no training speaks of strong abilities."

"Really? Great. Chalk up another one to the weird list." Sam replied bitterly, although secretly he was kind of happy about, and that scared him.

"Sammy, we've been over this," Dean scolded.

"Sam, it's ok." Adyn spoke up, " It will actually help you if you develop it. You would be able to 'talk' to Dean on hunts without vocal interactions. You can also send false images and instructions to any spirits you run across that read minds. But you'll have to develop it to get that far."

Dean hadn't thought of that. Neither had Sam, by the look on his face. Adyn continued to work with the boys as she finished breakfast. By the time Montana got back, the table was set, and everyone was ready for a break and some good food. After an apology on Montana's part to both Adyn and Dean, everyone sat down to a civil and rather enjoyable breakfast.

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A/N: Ok so there it is. Let me know what you think. I'm going out of town this weekend, but I'll actually have access to internet, so if I get the chapter finished (which isn't a guarantee since I'm seeing my family) then I'll post it.