Sariel led the way into the local police station. She hadn't said much to either brother, just got right to the job. The hunters walked up to the front desk.

"Hello, I'm Agent Jet. This is Agent Vedder and Agent Bowie,"Sariel said, motioning to Dean then Sam.

"What can I do for you, agents?" the deputy behind the desk asked.

"We're here to look at the body of Carl Ferris," Sam explained. The deputy scratched his head.

"But this was just a local animal attack. Why does the FBI want to get involved?" Dean and Sariel rolled their eyes.

"We're not at liberty to explain," Dean replied. "We need to see the body. Unless you'd like to have the whole bureau on your ass." The deputy got a panicked look on his face and had them follow him to the morgue.

"Here's the official police report and the official M.E.'s report." Dean took the first one while Sariel took the other and Sam put on gloves.

"Thank you for your cooperation," Sariel said. The deputy nodded and hurried out of the room. Sariel started flipping through the M.E. report as Sam pulled the sheet away from the body.

"Missing heart, drained of blood...Sound like a friggin' nachzehrer," the nephilim mumbled. Both Winchesters shot her a confused look.

"A what?" Dean asked.

"Nachzehrer," she replied without looking at him. "A combination of a ghoul and a vampire. Nasty sons of bitches." Sam examined the body.

"Definitely looks like a vampire," he murmured.

"Do you know how to kill it?" Dean asked. Sariel snapped the folder closed.

"Nope. Never actually killed one. Chopped one's head off once, though."

"And that didn't kill it?" Sam asked in disbelief. Sariel shook her head.

"Silver didn't kill it either. Just slowed it down a little."

"What good are you then?" Dean grumbled. He hadn't really mean anything by it. He was still just pissed about earlier. Sariel glared.

"At least I know what we're hunting. That's more than you've got," she snarled. Sam frowned.

"Both of you, go wait in the hall," he said. "I'm sick of you guys arguing." He momentarily felt like an admonishing parent. Sariel and Dean walked outside as Sam examined the body a bit more. Sariel refused to even look at Dean. He'd really pissed her off. She was a good hunter whether he thought so or not. Dean leaned against the wall, arms crossed. He felt bad but he wasn't going to apologize.

"I think I need to leave once we've finished this case," she said softly. Dean's head snapped over to look at her.

"Why?"

"This hunting together thing just isn't working. And I don't want any of us getting killed because of something stupid," she sighed. Sariel didn't really want to leave the Winchesters. They were as close to family as she'd ever had. But it would be safer for all of them if she left. They wouldn't have the fated mates thing hanging over their heads and she and Dean wouldn't be fighting. The thought of leaving Dean almost caused Sariel physical pain.

"You think I'd let you or Sammy get hurt?" Dean asked. He couldn't let her leave. It didn't matter that they'd been fighting. He couldn't let her walk out. Something wouldn't let him.

"I know you wouldn't let something happen to Sam but I don't want that to even be an option," she said sadly. If Dean kept this up, there was no way she'd be able to leave him.

"I wouldn't let anything happen to you either," he stressed. "Just don't make any big decisions until we've finished the case."

"Fine. I do need to be more focused. Do you think we should call Bobby to see if he can find a way to kill it?" she asked. Dean sighed. At least he'd gotten her to postpone making a decision. He didn't get why he was trying so hard to keep her around. It wasn't like him. Sam's fated mates theory was seeming more and more likely all the time.

"Yeah. I'll call him now," Dean replied. He turned his back to Sariel and dialed Bobby's number.

"Hey, Dean. Everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything's fine. We think we have an idea of what we're hunting."

"Already? Good work." Dean flushed at bit.

"Actually, Sariel was the one who figured out what it is. It's called a nachzehrer. But Sariel doesn't know how to actually gank the thing," Dean explains.

"Well, knowing what it is makes my job a lot easier. I'll call as soon as I have something," Bobby replied. Dean thanked him and hung up. He turned back to Sariel.

"Bobby said he'll call when he has something."

"Cool," Sariel replied. Hopefully, Bobby would call back soon. Then, she could make her decision and get on with her life.


The three hunters were back at the motel and sitting in silence around the table in Sam and Dean's room. They'd gotten some take-out and ate it silence, the only sound was the sound of chewing. It was driving Dean nuts. He didn't do well with silence.

"So..." he said awkwardly. He then made a weird squelching noise. Sariel tried not to laugh as Sam shot his brother a bitchface.

"Really, Dean?" the younger Winchester asked. Dean rolled his eyes.

"I don't do silence. Not like this anyway. I can't help it," he grumbled. Sariel smiled at the brothers.

"I actually need to talk to Dean and then I'm gonna go back to my room." She stood up and motioned for Dean to follow her. He shot Sam a confused look before he followed Sariel out the door. Once the door was closed, she turned to him and gave him a shy smile. "I wanted to thank you. I know I haven't been super nice or anything, but I really do appreciate you taking care of me during my heat. Especially through your rut. Before I started my suppressants, I had to hide during my heat and there were a few times when I was almost mated by force." Dean growled angrily at that. "And you've seen how weak I get. Apparently, the omega side beats out my nephilim strength. So...having someone to help me made things a lot easier. You're a good Alpha. And some Beta or Omega will be really lucky to have you for a mate someday." That was all Dean could take. He cupped his hands around the back of her neck and pulled her into a deep kiss. Her lips were just as soft as he'd imagined. He felt her body melt against his own. The kiss was slow and the heat built and built until they had to pull apart to breathe. "Damn..."

"Yeah," Dean chuckled. He stepped back and scratched the back of his neck nervously. "Sorry about that." He felt his face getting warm.

"I-it's okay," Sariel whispered. Her fingers lightly touched her lips.

"I...just...I think Sammy's fated mates theory might actually have some merit." He saw Sariel's body stiffen. "Don't run again. I'm not good at this emotional crap either. I actually hate it, but I think we'll be better off if we just face it."

"I think so, too," she replied. Dean could see the determination in her eyes. She wasn't backing down this time. "But we need to finish the case first. I don't want this to distract us." Dean nodded and gave her a big goofy grin.

"Okay," he said. Sariel leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.

"Goodnight, Dean." She turned and went back to her own room. Dean went back to his and Sam's room. Sam looked up and noticed the cocky grin on his older brother's face.

"What happened?" he asked. Dean swaggered over to the table.

"Sariel and I are gonna work this thing out. And...I kissed her," Dean replied. Sam smirked.

"You didn't force a kiss on her, did you?" the younger Winchester teased. Dean's face turned pink. "You did!"

"It wasn't forced! If she would have pushed me away, I would have backed off," Dean replied. "It was a surprise for her but she kissed me back. Because I'm the man." He sat across from Sam and smirked.

"So you think I was right?" Sam asked. He had a smug smile on his face.

"Yeah yeah. Don't gloat, bitch."

"Try and stop me, jerk."


Sariel motioned to Sam and Dean to follow her. She was an excellent tracker and her skills had helped them to find the nachzehrer pack. And a lot quicker than Sam and Dean would have, which embarrassed the hell out of the brothers.

"The pack should be nearby," she whispered. She held out some pennies. Bobby had call them the day before to tell them how to kill the nachzehrer. A copper coin in their mouth and then cut off their head. And if they killed the maker...everyone that had been turned would become human again. Each hunter had a handful of pennies and machete. Dean was ready to get this over with so that he could find out if he had a mate or not. Sariel was feeling the same. She wouldn't admit that she really wanted Dean but she wanted to be able to stop worrying about this.

"Be careful," Dean said firmly. He looked at both Sariel and Sam. He didn't want either of them getting hurt. They nodded and the three hunters snuck their way into the camp. Sariel went one way, Sam went another, and Dean went his own way. Sariel managed to sneak into a hut and grab a nachzehrer's throat. He snapped fangs at her but she didn't let go. Being a nephilim really came in handy.

"Alright, you ugly piece of shit. You're gonna answer a couple of questions for me," she hissed.

"Says who?" he snarled back. She rolled eyes. She really hated the stupid monsters who were cocky. Her eyes glowed silver as her hand tightened around his throat.

"My angel half says so." He glared back as he tried to breathe. "Where's your maker?"

"Why...should I...tell an...omega?" the nachzehrer got out. He tried to laugh through the grip on his throat. Sariel faltered for a second. She wasn't used to monsters being able to tell that she was an omega. "You reek of an alpha but you don't have a claiming mark. Maybe I shiould claim you for myself. My kind has alphas, betas, and omegas too, you know." The ugly bastard just kept smirking. The idea of this...thing being her alpha made her feel sick. She tightened her grip on his throat again.

"I don't need an alpha. I'm fine on my own," she growled.

"Then, why do you smell like an alpha?" Sariel's grip faltered again. She should have know that she'd smell like Dean. The nachzehrer took the opportunity to pin her to the ground. "Nice try, omega. But you're mine now."

"Get off!" she yelled. The nachzehrer ran his teeth along the skin between her shoulder and neck.

"I don't think so. I'll claim you and you'll be mine forever. It'll be fun. Maybe I can share you with my friends. As long as you remember who your alpha is. I'd pound you into oblivion if you had to much fun with another alpha. You'd beg me to stop," he hissed.

"I don't beg," she spat. The nachzehrer smirked.

"I bet you do in heat. Bet you beg like a horny little slut," he sneered. "Where's that angel strength now, bitch?" Sariel was struggling as much as she could. She'd forgotten that her strength varied right after a heat. No way she was going to end up as a monster's omega. Right as the nachzehrer started undoing her jeans, the door to the hut burst open. An extremely pissed off Dean stood in the doorway. He emptied an entire clip of silver bullets into the nachzehrer. The monster let out a howl and fell off of Sariel. It passed out from the pain. Dean immediately scooped Sariel up in his arms and moved her as far from the nachzehrer as he could in the room.

"The bastard didn't do anything, did he?" Dean was looking over her entire body to make sure she wasn't hurt.

"Dean, I'm fine," she told him. He frowned before slamming his lips to hers. She melted instantly. He wasn't sure how he'd known that she was in trouble but he did. And the mix of her scent and his own helped him to find her. He was completely convinced that they were fated mates now. How else would he have been able to find her so easily? His nostrils were filled with the stink of the nachzehrer. It made his blood boil.

"Mine," he growled. Sariel stiffened.

"Dean, you need to back off," Sariel said softly. He pulled back and looked into eyes that had gone Omega gold. He could see himself reflected in them and his eyes were Alpha red. "We need to wait until we're done with the hunt." Dean let out a groan and dropped his face to her shoulder. He was surprised when he felt a hand in his hair.

"This is killing me," he grumbled. Sariel laughed quietly.

"The quicker we get this case done, the quicker we can work this out," she told him. He brought his head up, kissed her, and stood up. She laughed softly when he held out his hand. "Let's get a move on, sweetheart." She followed Dean out of the hut and they made their way across the camp.

"Did you find the maker?" Sariel whispered. Dean nodded.

"Sam texted me right before I found you. He's waiting for us," he replied. They continued to sneak through the camp until they found Sam. They managed to bust in and found the maker waiting for them with a gun.

"I wondered how long it would take you to find me. I could smell the omega the minute you entered our camp," he said with a smirk. Sariel's face flushed. This had never happened before. She should have just stayed at the motel. "You smell delicious, by the way." The maker leered at her.

"Back off, dickbag," Dean growled. He moved between the maker and Sariel.

"Are you her alpha? Because I don't see a claiming mark. And her scent isn't that of a claimed omega," the maker sneered. Dean's eyes went red. Sariel glared and stepped around Dean. "Well, look at the little omega being brave."

"I don't need an alpha to protect me. I'll kick your ass on my own!" she snarled. She took that moment to lunge at the nachzehrer. He fired the gun and got Sariel in the shoulder. It felt like she was moving through syrup but she managed to get the penny crammed into the creature's mouth. The maker somehow shot her in the thigh. She cried out in pain as she swung the machete. The maker's head rolled across the floor. Dean looked at Sariel and swallowed hard. The omega's eyes were glowing silver, there was blood splattered across her face, and blood dripping out of her wounds. Dean willed himself not to get hard. All of that, plus the fact that she was breathing heavily just made her look so hot...

"Dean, snap out of it! We need to get her back to the motel and get those bullets out of her," Sam said. Dean shook his head to clear it and moved to gather Sariel into his arms bridal-style. She whined softly when he accidentally bumped her shoulder.

"You smell awesome," she whispered. "Why are you releasing your alpha scent?" She buried her nose behind his ear where his scent gland was. He smelled super good.

"Sariel...Please," Dean groaned. His body was starting to react. Sariel was breathing in deep. He could feel her hot breath on his neck. He jumped when her tongue licked a wet stripe up his neck.

"Taste good, too. Think we can go to my room when we get back to the motel?" she whispered. She let out a quiet pained groan. Dean gave a strained chuckle.

"I thought you were out of your heat," he teased.

"The scent of a fated mate can...trigger heat/rut symptoms," she breathed. Dean looked down at her.

"Fated mates, huh?" he asked with a smirk. She rolled her eyes.

"Just get me to the motel, hot shot."