Hi all, sorry about the delay- things got a little crazy during my exams but I should be able to update more often now it's summer! Onwards and upwards as the saying goes- enjoy!

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Dean woke up the following morning with a killer headache. At least, he thought it was morning, but one look at the clock told him it was actually nearing three in the afternoon. He tried to recall why he felt so rough, and gradually it came back to him. The bar, the totally HOT chick with long brown hair and large breasts, and those legs…Then he remembered Kerry and sat up with a jump. He couldn't believe that he'd tried to hit on the one woman he considered a sister. He groaned as the inevitable hangover began to kick in, and heard a snort of amusement in the doorway.

He looked up to see Bobby standing there, a glass of water in one hand, a bottle of aspirin in the other. Dean grinned his thanks before taking the items and gulping down two of the little pills. Bobby watched the man he considered as one of his sons carefully. He could tell that the whole deal with the demon thing was just as difficult for Dean as it was for them all, but he also knew Dean well enough to know that he would get through it in his own way, which unfortunately, was by getting himself drunk and sleeping with any woman that happened to cross his path. As he watched Dean struggle to stand, Bobby put a firm hand on the man's shoulder to steady him. Dean looked up to thank him, but stopped when he saw the look Bobby was giving him.

"Please tell me you aren't about to yell at me" he pleaded.

Bobby shook his head.

"Nah. All I will say is that I saw what went on between you and my daughter last night. That girl cares for you more than you even know; do not break her heart or play with her emotions, y'hear me?"

"Yes sir" Dean replied.

Bobby moved back out of the room and Dean ran a hand through his hair.

"What does it all mean?" he mused to himself.

Deciding his best action was to apologise to Kerry, he headed outside, where he saw that she was cleaning the Impala; her own car gleaming as it dried in the sunshine. He watched, transfixed as she danced to the cassette playing, cleaning every inch of the bodywork. As she finished cleaning a particularly greasy piece of metal, she wiped away a trickle of sweat on her forehead, leaving an oily mark behind. Dean found it hard not to laugh at that, but her next move shocked him to the core. She slid into the driver's seat of the car, her legs hanging out the door as she pulled her jeans off, sliding a pair of shorts on instead. Then, she removed the shirt she'd been wearing, revealing a strappy tank top that clung to her every curve. Dean found himself taking a dry swallow, suddenly feeling very hot under the collar whilst trying to tell himself at the same time that this was Kerry he was watching, not just some random chick. Just as he was about to call out to her, she pulled herself back out and returned to inspecting the car, cleaning up any bits she'd missed. As he saw her bend down, he gulped once more as he realised she definitely was not a child any longer. He also contemplated asking Bobby how something with his genes turned out so attractive, but quickly decided that being shot was not on his to-do list today.

Deciding he'd watched Kerry long enough, he coughed loudly and moved towards her. At the sound of his cough, Kerry looked up, and as she saw Dean's sharp eyes watching her, she found herself blushing. She leaned back into the car and switched the music off before grabbing her jeans off the floor and shutting the door. She turned to face him and gave a shy smile.

"Hey." Dean spoke.

"Hey yourself." She responded.

Dean moved over and sat down on the hood. Kerry frowned and pushed him off.

"I just cleaned that so get your dirty butt off it"

Dean chuckled softly before turning serious once more.

"I just wanted to apologise about last night."

Kerry shrugged.

"It's fine. I was drunk, you were drunk, crap like that is bound to happen."

Dean smiled and she winked, causing the pair of them to burst out laughing. They only stopped when Bobby came out and called them, telling them he had a hunt.

"I have a potential witch a few states over. Do you guys want to take it?" he asked.

Kerry nodded immediately and Dean glanced over to Sam, who gave a single nod.

"We're in. Tell us what you know."

An hour later, Kerry found herself sitting in the back of the Impala, a wide smile across her face. The last time she'd been there, it'd been one of her first hunts, watched carefully by John. She smiled as she sank into the seat, the usual smell of worn leather and Dean's cologne filing her nostrils and soothing her. It didn't take long for them to reach the location and book themselves into a motel.

"Hi, do you have any rooms with three beds?" Dean asked.

"I'm sorry, the only room we have available is one with a double and a pull out bed."

Dean looked at both Sam and Kerry and they both nodded.

"Okay, we'll take it, thanks."

They moved their bags into the room, and the brothers immediately started arguing over who got the bed and who got the pull out.

"Guys, I'm happy to take the pull out." Kerry interrupted.

"No way!"

"Absolutely not!" they yelled back unanimously.

Sighing, Kerry shook her head and pulled her laptop out of her bag, letting them argue to themselves while she tried to put the information she had together and work out exactly what was going on. The argument ended with Dean slamming out of the room and Sam shaking his head.

"Typical Dean." He muttered under his breath.

Kerry smirked.

"Hey Sam, how much do you want to bet that he'll come back drunk?" she asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"No way, as soon as I shake on it, the bet is lost"

Kerry raised an eyebrow and despite his better judgement, Sam found himself reaching over and shaking her hand. Before long, the pair were both absorbed in their research. When night fell, Kerry stretched.

"I'm gonna grab a shower and head to bed I think. We've got enough to get started in the morning." she claimed.

Sam nodded in agreement and as she disappeared into the shower, he sat on the pull out bed, pulling John's journal out for more ideas to help them beat the witch. Kerry re-emerged a few moments later and climbed into bed.

"So, since Dean isn't here, do you want to make the most and sleep on the comfortable bed?" she asked.

A teasing look appeared on Sam's face.

"Nah. Wouldn't want you to miss out on an opportunity to share with Dean" he teased.

Kerry simply threw a pillow at him before rolling onto her side and closing her eyes. Sam caught the pillow and smiled, reaching to turn off the light so Kerry could sleep.

Dean came back three hours later and saw immediately that Sam had taken the pull out, letting his older brother have the bed. He frowned slightly to see that Kerry was lying on the side nearest to the door; ever since he could remember, he'd always preferred to be nearest to the door as that way if anything came in to harm them, they'd have to get through him first. Trying not to make noise, he moved to the bed and had to smile at the serene look on Kerry's face as she slept. A piece of hair had fallen across her face and Dean reached down to tuck it behind her ear, freezing when she nuzzled into his hand as soon as the flesh touched her face. He pulled his hand back and turned to pull his shirt off and unbuckled his jeans, choosing to keep them on this time. As he sat on the bed, Kerry moved and sat up, looking at him with tired eyes.

"You drunk?" she asked.

"Unfortunately no."

"Damn, I owe Sam ten bucks" she grumbled.

"You guys bet on me?" Dean asked.

Kerry nodded, a smile on her face.

"All the time. I get in first usually and say you will be drunk; I think I'm up about two hundred bucks to thirty."

Dean smirked and when he came back from the toilet, he nudged Kerry over so that she was next to the wall. She frowned at him.

"I like being on that side." She complained.

"Tough. I always sleep next to the door. End of."

Kerry sighed, knowing she wasn't winning this one and rolled so she was facing him. She gave him a sleepy half-smile.

"You're so bossy." She grumbled.

Dean smiled and pushed the piece of hair off her face again.

"I know, but that's what makes me so adorable though, right?"

"I suppose" she agreed and closed her eyes, ignoring the explosion of butterflies in her stomach at his fleeting touch.

Dean watched as she fell asleep and suddenly realised that he had a soft smile on his face as he looked at her.

"Damnit Dean, you gotta stop doing this" he murmured to himself as he lay on his back and shut his eyes.

At some point during the night, Dean felt something on his chest. He grunted awake and cracked open an eye to see that in her sleep, Kerry had moved closer to him; the movement he felt had been her hand draping across his chest, her head nuzzled into his arm. He smiled, and deciding against moving her, closed his eyes again, his arm moving so that he had it round her.

Sam was the first to wake the following morning. After he sat up and stretched, he looked over at Kerry and Dean and couldn't help but grin. Kerry's head was gently resting on Dean's chest and Dean's arm was tightly wrapped round her. Sam couldn't resist the urge to take a photo of them, knowing that Kerry would probably appreciate the gesture, especially if they were unsuccessful in saving Dean. He put his phone away just as Kerry woke up. She glanced in surprise at her position on Dean and moved away quickly before he woke. Unfortunately her movements did exactly that and she found herself blushing slightly as she avoided his gaze. Sam coughed and the pair both looked up at him.

"Let's get started shall we?" he asked.

The pair nodded and a while later, they were scoping locations they believed a witch would use as a base. Kerry moved into an abandoned warehouse, leaving Dean to check out the building next door. As she moved into one of the rooms, she felt a shiver go up her back. Suddenly, the door slammed shut behind her and she twisted round in shock. A chuckle filled the room and she raised her shotgun.

"Come out witch!" she shouted.

Another chuckle, this time directly behind her. Reacting instinctively, she turned and fired a shot, straight into an empty space.

"Damn it." She cursed

An invisible force hit her hand and she could only watch as her gun went shooting across the room. Her eyes widened in realisation, just as a person stepped out in front of her.

"You're not a witch." She stated.

A cruel smile appeared on the other female's face.

"Oh I was. But I have a new occupation as well now"

Her eyes turned black and Kerry stepped back. Behind her, Kerry heard Dean's voice as he banged on the door.

"Kerry! Open the door!" he yelled.

"I can't!" she called back "it's not a witch, it's…"

Her voice was cut off as the demon moved with inhuman speed and grasped her throat. Kerry immediately tried to break free, but the demon was stronger than Meg had been and no matter what she tried she was unable to break free. Her movements grew more desperate as her lungs screamed for air but she was powerless to help herself. She could hear Dean desperately trying to break into the room but could do nothing to help him. As her vision blurred, her arms dropped; too weak to fight back anymore. Finally, she felt her lungs give out completely and her eyes slid shut as she faded into oblivion.