Scar Tissue

by Maggie Valo

With the Apocalypse hanging over the world's head, Danielle returns to her godfather's side, and tries to avoid the world's end. But it'll come with a price. Memories she doesn't wanna relive, explanations she doesn't wanna give. DeanXO.C.

5. Chapter 5: Finding Neverland

A/N: Hi there! Here I am again, and well, I've got somethin' to tell ya. This chapter is off the record, meaning, you'll fins out more here than in the last 4... sorry, I'm a selfish bitch, I like to put teasers too, so, we'll see waht destiny has in store for us later.

Okay, so, here's a sneak peek at Danielle's life, and I think Dean's gonna get lucky ^^... Anyway, hope you like it. Next chapter will be more important than this one, and, if I get at least one review, it'll be posted tomowwor night, I swear, scout word.

Alright Folks, that's all

Song: Right here in my arms- HIM

Peace to all, read and review

Love, Maggie

-Dani, wake up- Sam shook her softly and she groaned in her sleep- Dani!-

-What, what? I'm up, I'm up- she mumbled, opening her eyes. They were in the Impala, already reaching Los Angeles. She could see the long highways, crossing over town, the light of Sunset boulevard blind, since it was around ten in the morning. The city still looked as lovely as ever, the city she loved.

-You'll have to tell us the address- Dean told her, looking at her through the rearview mirror. Danielle sighed and sat up on the back seat. She had fought with them over this many times before, but they just couldn't have it any other way. She had a job to finish there, a normal, regular, modeling job, but they insisted to come, after what happened the last time she was alone there.

They actually had point, but Danielle could never admit it. She didn't want them digging in her life, her own personal and nice life. She still found it hard to accept the fact that some day she would have to tell them, especially Dean, what happened, the pieces of her story he missed over the years. And that was something Danielle hated to even think about.

And now, she was going to have them on her home, her shelter for so many years, and it felt surreal. It felt right and wrong at the same time. Luckily, Anthony had her back on this one, because otherwise she'd be fucked. She told Dean the address of Anthony's loft, on the Hollywood Hills, and saw him grimaced in annoyance. She sighed again. She'd bet her entire shoes collection that Dean meeting Anthony was going to be an entertaining thing to watch.

It was still hard for Dean to accept that Danielle had a life outside the one he knew. It made him feel betrayed, at some point, that she never trusted him enough to let him know her, completely, not just a side of her. But then he thought that knowing one side he lost his mind and was an useless sucker for her, knowing her completely could be a disaster. But that sounded like an excuse even to himself.

He groaned lowly as he drove closer to that guy's house. The guy that lived with Danielle. His Danielle. Even if she wasn't, technically, his, he still felt that way. And he was never known for his patience or politeness. That dude was gonna have one hell of a time gaining his trust. Or avoiding being punched in the face.

-That one over there- Danielle's soft voice said and he shook his head, focusing on the house she was pointing. He groaned again. That guy was rich, and probably a dick, like his fellows Hollywood friends.

-Pull over here, I'll open the gate to let you in- she told him, and got out as he stopped the car.

-Relax, man- Sam murmured- and behave, he's a good guy- Like always, his brother knew exactly where his head was

-How you know?- he retorted. It wasn't that he thought the guy could hurt Danielle, if that was the case; he'd kill him in a heartbeat. No, he thought the guy had an advantage with Danielle, that he was his friend, and confident, and who knew what else. If Danielle was with this man, he wasn't sure she'd tell him.

-Drive in, Winchester- Danielle said from inside the gate, smiling widely. He'd missed how she got in, but started the car and drove down the little path to the garage. Danielle was already there, waiting

-You might wanna leave it here, get our stuffs, and then put it in the garage-

-No problem, she's tough- he said, gesturing for his car. Danielle smirked, oblivious to his mood.

-C'mon, suck it up, she's got a life, don't ruin it for her- Sam told him as Danielle was taking her bags from the car. Dean threw him a dirty look and proceeded to unload his own bags. Once the car locked, they walked to the front door that was actually kinda big. Danielle was used to it, but it caught the guys off guard. They weren't used to be in those kinds of houses.

Danielle took a key from her jean pocket and opened the door, revealing a nice place. It was a loft, everything was almost together, except for the bedrooms, and, it intimidated him. The place was huge, and full of things, like pictures hanging from the wall and little decorations that he knew Danielle had something to do with. Because no man with pride could let those things inside his house.

-Tony, we're here!- Danielle shouted as she dropped the bags on the floor near a sofa. Sam and Dean looked around, taking everything in. They were in some kind of living room, with couches and chairs, a nice wooden table and a big TV.

The sun light was bighting up the entire room through the big windows. Sam left the bags next to Danielle's and looked some more. There was a panel door, leading to a nice looking yard, with green grass, a huge swimming pool and a Jacuzzi.

"No bad, Dani" he thought. No wonder she never wanted to bring them there, that place was worthy being on MTV Cribs. Half a minute maybe had passed when they heard Danielle's little yell of joy and Anthony's deep laugh.

-Tony!- she exclaimed, hugging him tightly, making Dean stiffen in response. Anthony wrapped his arms around her, but not possessively, more like fraternally, like a big brother hugging her little sister. That gave some peace of mind to Dean, but it wasn't near enough. The guy could still be a psycho.

-Dani- he murmured- long time no see- he pulled away, smiling. He checked her up, seeing if she was hurt, and was pretty satisfied when he was sure she wasn't. Then he grimaced- you left hell of a mess behind last time, doll- he told her and Danielle smiled sweetly in apologize

-Yeah…- she muttered- sorry for that. Long story-

-I bet- Anthony nodded and let her go completely, focusing his gaze on the two men standing on his living room- You must be Sam- he said, stretching his hand for Sam to take. He did, and they shook hands politely. Then he turned to Dean- and you must be Dean- he grinned softly, secretly studying him. Dean shook his hand with more force that required, and was surprised as Anthony returned it just as hard.

"Interesting attitude. Defensive- offensive, letting me know who's in charge, and warning me to keep away from Dani" Anthony thought "he's gonna have to chill though"

-Welcome- he said nodding his head- make yourselves comfortable, mi casa es su casa- he smiled briefly- any friends of Dani are welcome here- he turned to Danielle then- you're gonna show them the rooms? I'm making lunch-

-Making lunch?- Danielle asked with a smirk- more like you're re-heating the food Julia brought earlier- she teased, making Anthony chuck and hold his hands up in surrender

-Okay, okay, you got me, doll- he said- She brought Mexican, some fajitas and enchiladas- he spoke with an attempt of Latin accent, then he laughed at his own expense- I'll have them ready in twenty, so you guys can change maybe, get things settle-

-Thanks-Danielle smiled gratefully and Anthony winked at her in return- Okay, let me show you your rooms, gentlemen- she said with a polite nod of her head, causing Sam to chuckle and Dean to raised his eyebrows at her. She led the way upstairs, where the guests rooms where, bags in hand.

Sam and Dean noticed her pictures on the walls. Dean had forgotten how good she looked in photos, although not better than in person. He took special notice of one where she was wearing a white T shirt, her legs bare and beautiful, her hair long and straight, a nice looking car behind her, completing the image. She was absolutely a vision.

-Dean, hurry your pretty ass, c'mon- she urged and he shook his head, following her.

-Here- she opened a door to their left and walked in. It was a normal looking room, light blue walls, a big nice bed, big windows, and a walk-in closet- This is one- she said and got out to open another door. It revealed a similar looking room, but painted in a cream color, with a gold comforter and carpet, again- and this is the other one- she finished- you chose-

-Mmmm- Sam and Dean looked at each other, not knowing what to do. They rarely had the chance to pick between two perfectly good rooms

-I'll take this one- Dean said, pointing to the one with the golden comforter

-Okay- Sam walked in the other room and Danielle stood outside, watching them

-You guys get comfortable, I'm gonna be downstairs in my room- she told them- anything you need, just let me or Tony know-

-Okay- they both nodded and she smiled, walking away. She grabbed her bags, threw them over her shoulder, and went to her room, sighing as she closed the door behind her. She was in her home, her safe place, the only place where she was free to be herself.

Danielle took a deep breath, and opened the windows, letting the warm wind of California blow through the curtains. Then she opened her bags, separating the dirty clothes to wash later, and putting the clean ones away in her closet. They were gonna be there for maybe a week, so, she had time to arrange her room as she liked. The bed was luckily made, her black and red comforter as soft and warm as ever. She sat on the bed, and rested for a minute. She wondered where her dog was, and guessed that Anthony must've put left him on the garden.

She was more relaxed now, a little calmer, more comfortable. Anthony was a sweetheart to her. And Dean behaved pretty well too. A knock on the door made her jump from the bed.

-Dani?- She heard Dean's voice from the other side

-Come in!- she said loudly, not getting up from the bed.

-Hey- he greeted as he entered, closing the door behind him- you think we can talk for a minute?-

She didn't like the sound of that. She frowned, but nodded, knowing they had to get over with it sooner or later. He walked a little closer to her, but still kept his distance. She knew what he was going to ask, she'd been avoiding him since the thing with Gabriel because of that. And, she'd cursed the archangel a few times for his big mouth.

-I've got a question for you- Dean told her

-Okay, shoot- she tried to look at him, but couldn't, so she stared at her own hands, and thought she needed a manicure soon.

-It's about what Gabriel said- he began, waiting to see if she reacted somehow. And she did. She tensed, but never looked up-he said something about your father…-

-Yeah- she muttered- I knew that was gonna come bite me in the ass soon enough-

-It's not like that- he was playing nice, but, honestly, if she kept that up, he was gonna snap soon- I just want to know what he was talking about. Why you lost it back there?- Danielle sighed, and now, she did looked at him. Her ocean blue eyes were shadowed, the golden glitter they usually held gone. That made him shatter in his intent, but he didn't give up. She seemed to be deep in thought, and he decided to sit next to her, maybe try and give her some comfort, who knew.

-My father was a police officer when I was a kid- she admitted. She blinked a few times, her eyes wet with tears. She hated to talk about him, it was never over, someone always had to remind her of him, and she really with all her immortal soul, hated that

-Okay…- Dean said, not understanding- what does it have to do with…?-

-I'm getting' there- she hurried to say and took a deep breath- he was a very devoted man, truly. He made us go to church every Sunday, we spent half Christmas day with the pastor and our congregation. I even went to a religious school for ten years-

-Then what happened?- he sensed something had gone wrong with her and her father, otherwise she wouldn't be so against the idea of talking about him

-Then he died and went to hell- she said simply. Dean's eyes widened in shock.

-What?- he inquired, skeptical

-He died, and went to hell, pretty much like you did- she answered and then chuckled bitterly- he had no angel to get him out- she added and her face shadowed with sadness and hatred- but plenty of demons…-

-What you mean?-

-It's a really long story…-

-You always say that- he interrupted. It was true. Since the first time they met, her stories were always long, and she never shared them.

-Yeah, but this one truly is- she said- I don't really want to tell you all this Dean- she confessed

-Why?- he asked, getting mad- why can't you just tell me?- She didn't reply. She stared at the wooden floor, until he had enough and grabbed her face in his hands, forcing her to look at him.

-Danielle- was the only thing he said. But he said it in a tone that made her insides go soft.

-I'm sorry- she muttered- I'm really are-

-That's not enough- he told her coldly and stood up- it's not nearly enough- he was about to leave when she stopped him

-You wanna know what happened to my father?- she asked, standing up too- he became a demon, Dean. A fuckin' demon!- she shouted. She balled her fists, fighting the rage that came every time she talked about her father.

Dean was froze on the door way. He hadn't had time to actually open the door, and now he was using it as support. Slowly, seeing that Danielle wasn't moving, he turned around to face her. And her expression broke him. Of course she wouldn't want to tell him that. It must've been hell for her, and God only knew what her father did to her.

Danielle was standing there, breathing hard, and looking more beautiful than ever. He couldn't quiet tell why she was, but she was. She was gorgeous, her hair hanging loose around her face, her eyes shining a brighter blue in the sun light, her lips parted, and the pain she felt palpable in the air. He wasn't aware he was moving until he got to her. She looked at him shocked as he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her to him, his other hand going to her neck, keeping her still as he kissed her.

It wasn't like anything she remembered. Danielle closed her eyes as she felt Dean's lips on hers, as soft as ever, but with a desperation that was new to her. It was like he wanted to consume her, to take away everything else to leave her with only her damaged soul. And even that he'd take, if he could. His kiss was overwhelming, he wanted to feel what she was feeling, taste the pain, the rage, the anger.

He opened his mouth, caressing her tongue with his, earning a moan from Danielle. He lowered his hand to her ass, and squeezed hard once, making her jump but moan again. She brought her arms around his neck, entwining her long fingers in his short hair, running them through it, causing him to shiver. She smiled against his mouth in satisfaction. She still knew how to work him and make him go mad with pleasure.

-Dani?- came a voice from outside. Dean groaned loudly, pulling a little away from her, but not letting go of her full bottom lip.

-I should answer that- she whispered and Dean sighed, let go of her lip, and nodded. She grinned and raised her eyebrows at his attitude. Same old Dean, and maybe better in some departments, hope they were the right ones, though she thought he was pretty good before. Age does come with benefit, the experience.

-Yeah, Sam?- she said, opening the door a little, so he couldn't see Dean

-Hey, Anthony said lunch ready- he told her- and that his sister is here?-

-Andy? Oh shit!- she closed the door with a thud that made Sam jump and yelled-I'll be right there!-

-O…kay…- he murmured and walked away to the kitchen.

-She says she's coming- he told Anthony and Andrea, who smirked sensually

-Yeah, bet she is- she muttered- well, till then, cowboy, tell me something- she looked at Sam and smiled- you're "the" Sam? The best friend, tall, gorgeous Sam? My money's on yes- she teased. Sam grinned at her cockiness. She was older than him, but he saw no problem in that. Except maybe that Danielle was gonna tear his eyes out if he made a move on her friend.

-I think I'm that Sam- he answered, taking a seat in front of her at the table

-You're too modest, cherry pie, too modest-

-Cherry pie?- asked a voice from behind her. Sam chuckled under his breath as Andrea turned around to face a smiling Danielle.

-Well, if it isn't other than Danielle Cooper, ladies and gentlemen!- she joked, getting up and hugging her tightly, her feet surprisingly hanging over the floor-Doll, I missed you- she told her seriously, but then cracked a flirty smile as she saw Dean standing behind her. She let go of Danielle and walked to him

-Andrea Cooper, never had the pleasure- she said, grinning seductively. Dean just smiled back at her, not a hint of a response in him. Which made Danielle smirk.

-Not your type, darlin', trust me- she told her friend, who raised a perfect arched eyebrow at that

-Is that so?- she retorted, checking him out

-Hey, a minute ago you were into his brother!- Anthony joked- Slut- he murmured, earning a smack in the head from Andrea.

-Okay, okay people!- Danielle said- enough! Let's eat, I'm starvin'!-

-I second that- Dean agreed and they all sat around the table in the kitchen.

-Alright, nice people, we're gathering here to honor the great model…- Anthony began but Danielle stopped him midsentence, throwing him a piece of bread to his head- Ouch!- he complained. Dean watched the display of friendship with something like awe. She had a great life, and she was still on the road with them, trying to avoid something she had no responsibility over. It was hard to find girls like that anymore.

Suddenly his internal rant was interrupted by the smell of chicken and chilies. Mexican food was great.

-Dig in, guys, and enjoy a good "Corona"- Anthony held his bottle of beer up for a toast, and they all mimicked his actions, standing up and

-Cheers!- Danielle shouted happily, giggling like a school girl.

-Cheers!- they all echoed, Sam and Dean less cheery than the others, a little bit cautious maybe, and took a sip of their beers and sat back down.

-Mmmm….delicious- Danielle murmured through a piece of chicken. Dean looked at her and nodded forcefully in agreement. It was truly delicious.

-So, Dani, what're the plans for the week?- Andrea asked

-Um, whatever you tell me- she answered- We're meeting the people from the editorial tomorrow, right?-

-Yes, tomorrow ten a.m, if I'm correct?- Andrea looked at Anthony, who nodded

-Yeah, downtown, a studio near Beverly Hills- Anthony completed

-Oh, okay- Danielle muttered- you're gonna be the photographer, right?-

-Half-

-Half?-

-Yeah, you see, I was going to wait after lunch, but since you brought it up- he stood up and looked through a folder with papers- here- he handed her what looked like a sketch, or several sketches, 12, to be exactly.

-What are these?- she inquired, as Dean leaned over her shoulder to see, he was curious

-The calendar sketch- Anthony replied- see, 12 months, one different style for each-

-Oh, that's very pin up- she said- what they've got in mind?-

-That's what they want to discuss with you, see if you have any preferences- Andrea explained- they're pretty open minded, and but already have some ideas-

-I don't see a problem with it- Danielle looked at Sam and Dean then- you guys wanna come with me? You'll see how I work, and maybe more naked ladies- she winked and they chuckled once

-Sure, if you don't mind, we'll be there- Dean said without hesitation. After all, that was why they were there.

-Awesome- Danielle said enthusiastically. That was her, that was her life, and it was easier for her to let them see it that way. She was going to let them in her job and maybe, just maybe, they'll see the part of her she was too afraid to tell them about.

After lunch, they talked, and then talked some more. Danielle made coffee; she even made pancakes with chocolate and whipped cream. She was thrilled with that little meeting. She was happy Dean was behaving, and she was happy Anthony and Andrea seemed to get along with Sam and Dean. She never imagined the reasons behind that.

Sam wasn't looking too much into it, Andrea and Anthony were good people, nice, and they loved Danielle and that was all that mattered. Dean, on the other hand, wished that if he played nice with them Danielle could relax a bit and he could get something more. He was partially calmed, because he remembered the conversation with his future self, and he remembered pretty well the fact that Danielle had told him everything. He wasn't a pansy ass guy, who liked to talk about feelings and life's stories, but he needed to know Danielle's past, because it was a part of her. And whatever he could get from her, was good.

-God, I'm tired- Danielle commented, hiding a yawn

-Yes, oh, God, sorry guys, you must be exhausted!- Andrea said, and hit her head with her palm- we're so stupid, keeping you here. Go! Rest, shower, sleep, whatever, but be free, get comfortable!-

-Ooookay, Andy- Danielle told her- relax. We're fine. I just, said that just for the sake of it. Although, thinkin' about it, I need to do some laundry- she grabbed her chin in her hand in a thoughtful gesture that made Dean smile

-Yeah, we could use some clean clothes- Dean said-how about we get to that now?-

-Perfect- Anthony exclaimed- so I can order dinner or something-

-No, Tony, c'mon, I'll cook!- Danielle complained

-Dani, be serious- he replied- you relax tonight and we'll talk tomorrow- he smiled- maybe-

-You're such a lazy ass!- she accused- you spoil me- she pouted and looked pretty damn cute doing so too. Or so thought Dean.

-Guilty- Anthony admitted- now, get the hell outta here!-

-Okay, okay, we're goin'- she turned to Sam- wanna stay here and chat with our lovely partner here? We can take care of the laundry- she asked

-Um…- Sam hesitated. He didn't know she was so willing to let him get close to Andrea like that. But again, most of the time, Danielle was unpredictable.

-C'mon, let the kid stay- Dean said, grabbing her hand and dragging her to the bedroom. He turned to wink at his brother- see ya later, Sammy- he smiled and they disappeared.

-Strange pair- Andrea commented, but he could see she was happy for her friend. And that meant a lot, since Danielle was the only friend he really had and he loved her, he wanted to see her well and surrounded by good people. And Andrea was the coolest woman he ever known, apart from Danielle. If the Apocalypse could wait a week for Danielle, it could wait for him too, right? He smiled as Andrea poured herself a drink.

-Can I give you something?- she asked flirtingly. She went back to that recently, during lunch she was pretty polite but still funny as hell

-Whatever you're having- he answered, grinning too. She poured another glass of rum with coke and decorated with a slice of lemon.

-Here- she handed the glass to him and sat in front of him in the couch- a Cuba Libre- she said. Sam nodded in approval and took a sip. It was good, actually.

-So, Sam, ready to have some Californian fun with a California Girl?- Andrea asked him, smirking sensually. He chuckled once but nodded

-I'm willin' to try- he answered and Andrea's smirk got wider.

-Bring down your clothes; I'm planin' to actually do laundry- Danielle told Dean as they entered her bedroom.

-I can give you something better to do- he murmured, his lips against the skin of her neck, making her shiver.

-Dean…- she scolded as his hands traveled from her hips to her stomach, until they reached her clothed breasts. She was breathing heavily; it'd been a while since she didn't have some healthy fun. And Dean's hands on her, his soft touch, her firm chest pressing against her back, was driving her insane.

-We've got time…- he said, kissing his way to Danielle's jaw, then he went back to her neck, and shoulders. She took a deep breath and sighed, turning around

-No, we're doin' laundry- she told him firmly, pulling away from his embrace. He groaned but let her go. They had all night still, and he could really use a shower right then.

-You're doin' laundry- he corrected- I'm gonna take a shower- he kissed her once more in her full, chocolate flavored lips and then let her go- I'll leave Sam's and mine clothes on the hallway-

-Hallway? No, Dean…- she tried to catch him but he left the room, smiling teasingly. She sighed in frustration but moved to clean the bedroom anyway. She grabbed the dirty clothes and threw them on the floor. Then she changed her current clothes for an old pair of light blue jeans and a black Metallica tank top. She put on some sandals to be comfortable, grabbed the dirty clothes again, and headed to the laundry room.

But before that, she went upstairs to look for the guy's clothes. And just like he said he would, the pill of shirts and jeans with God knew what else was waiting for her on a chair in the hallway. She was so going to get him back for that later. Danielle went into the spacious laundry room and got a full load on the washing machine, then started it. She prepared the next load and went to her room to take a shower too.

But first, she went to let Tyson in. She missed the big guy, and wanted to play a bit with him before she played with Dean.

-Hello, big boy!- she greeted him, and he jumped on top of her, making her stumble back.

-Easy, lover- she murmured, laughing. The dog was so happy to see her. She always loved that about him, that no matter what she'd been doing, where she'd been, he always welcomed her with joy. They played a bit outside, enjoying the early sunset and when the washing machine made the final beep, she went inside to finish her chore. She out the clothes in the dryer and the other load in, sighing at how much she hated to do that.

-No, not now, big boy- she told Tyson, who looked at her with his bright brown eyes begging- I've gotta go shower, c'mon- she went upstairs with her dog tagging along. She grabbed some underwear and two towels, and got inside the bathroom. She wasn't planning on taking too long, she wanted to enjoy the guys company, and the short time they had to have some fun and a little break from reality.

She'd missed her home, honestly. Her bathroom, her bed, her paints on the wall, her pictures, everything. She missed the actual house, so big and beautiful. She got in the huge shower and relaxed under the hot water. It wasn't winter yet, but she disliked low temperatures, though in California it was always warm enough for her. Danielle washed her hair slowly, enjoying the smell of her vanilla scent shampoo, and then took a time to do lady's stuffs, like waxing and all that.

When she was finally ready, she dried her hair, putting it into two pigtails, not braided and got dressed. She wore a pink short T-shirt with an old black jean, and her favorite sandals, that were black and white. When she decided she looked good enough, she went out, Tyson following her closely. She was kinda surprised Dean hadn't knock on her door or look for her. And there was a good reason for that. He was having beers with Anthony on the kitchen, what looked like the leftovers of a round of snacks on the table, lying lazily there.

-You two are like Homer Simpson- she teased as she walked in. Anthony smiled at her childish manner and Dean's mouth hung open in awe. She looked beautiful and sexy on those clothes. And the hair? The hair was a total turn on for him.

-Where're Sam and Andy?- she asked, taking a seat next to Dean, smiling lightly

-Don't actually know- Anthony answered- I think they're outside on the garden, but I'm not sure- Danielle chuckled as she took a sip of Dean's beer, which he didn't even notice since he was too focused on her hair falling exactly in the valley of her breasts that looked amazing with that notched T shirt. And her cherry tattoo on her right breast that always drove him crazy was even more noticeable then, and it tempted him to do things to her she would remember forever.

-Dean, eyes up here- she joked, pointing to her ocean blue eyes that in the night seemed a darker blue. He smiled at her and took his bottle back, taking a sip too.

-So, what now?-

-Now I think I'm gonna order dinner- Anthony replied- Chinese? Or Italian?-

-Mmm, I'm in the mood for some Italian, how about you?- she turned to Dean, who again was staring at her

-Whatever is fine with me- he answered and Anthony nodded, going to the living room to grab the phone.

Sam and Andrea joined them not long after that. They looked pretty good together, and though Danielle wasn't a big fan of seeing her friends doing it, she wasn't anyone to say anything, they were grownups, and they should know what they were doing. And anyway, it was the end of the world, who the fuck cares?

-I'm goin' to bed- Danielle said, after a dinner, dessert, coffee, two Cuba Libres and a match of chess against Anthony. Her mind wasn't working right, so he won. She stood up from the couch but turned around to see Anthony-When're the Lakers playin'?- she asked

-Next Saturday-Anthony smiled- if you stick around, I'll get you tickets-

-Awesome!- she whistled and they all laughed- okay, okay I'm goin'- she muttered- Good night!-

-Good night, Dani- Andrea replied and she walked away. She knew that tomorrow morning she'd seen Andrea in one of Sam's long shirts, making breakfast in Anthony's kitchen. She knew her friend, and she was going to jump Sam as soon as they were alone. But she was beyond caring right then. Because she also knew that Sam wasn't the only one getting lucky tonight.

She felt more than heard Dean walking behind her and when they reached her bedroom, he pushed her inside, closing the door behind them with a thud. As fast as he was able, he wrapped his arms around her slender body, caressing the skin that her short T shirt left uncover. His lips went to her neck, and her hands ghosted to her ass when she stopped him.

-Wait- she said breathlessly

-What?- he groaned in frustration. He'd been thinking about her since he saw her in the hospital and now he couldn't wait any longer

-I want to lock the door- she whispered in his ear, teasingly biting the lobe, making him shiver. Without a word, he turned around a bit, and locked the door, and then his lips were on Danielle's. She moaned in pleasure as his tongue massaged hers and she felt his fingers traveling up her back to unclasp her bra.

She stopped him, wanting him to see the full show she had prepared. She pushed him on the bed with enough force to make the mattress bounce, and Dean smiled in anticipation. He'd forgotten how good Danielle truly was. She walked to him slowly, kicking her sandals off in the way. She straddled his thighs, pulling his shirt down his shoulders, then his gray T shirt over his head. Her hands roamed down and up his chest, feeling the muscles working to stay sit and his arms snaking around her waist to pull her closer.

But she had other plans. She pushed him back on the bed, so he was lying with his head on the pillows and began to unbutton his jeans. He kicked his own shoes off and when he took off his pants he took off his socks too. And now, he was in nothing but his boxers, and Danielle's mouth was watering at the view. It'd been nearly 7 years, that was a long time to spend without Dean.

She grinned mischievously and got away from his embrace. She stood in front of the bed, grinning with her eyebrows raised in a sensual way. Slowly, she pulled her T shirt over her head and tossed it on the couch next to the windows. That were open, by the way, and it was nighttime then. She frowned, and Dean groaned as he saw her intentions. Though he wasn't complaining later when he could enjoy the view as Danielle walked to the windows and closed them.

-Where were we?- she murmured where she got back- oh, yes, this- she began to undo her jeans and slowly pulled them down her long, pale legs. She'd always been pale; the sun didn't mix well with her tattoos. Once her clothes were gone, she stood there in nothing but a set of black underwear. She smirked at the expression in Dean's face and began to move towards the bed.

Dean couldn't take it any longer. She was the worse teaser in the history of forever. That set of lingerie was driving him insane. It was laced, and he could see her nipples hardening as a wave of feelings mixed with anticipation rocked her. He grabbed her by her right wrist, turning it so he could see the tattoo there.

-That's new- he commented, kissing it softly, as she sat in front of him on the bed

-Yeah…- she admitted, her voice husky with desire. He looked into her eyes and his breath caught. They were even darker than before, shining like the ocean under the moon light. That golden glitter they usually held now more present than ever, playful and innocent in a way, though what she was doing was anything but innocent.

She didn't want to tell him the story behind her tattoo. Maybe later, but right then, she didn't want to talk about it. He surprised her by lifting her in his arms and laying her on the bed, her head comfortably resting on the pillows. He smiled at her, unable to help himself. He wanted her so bad right then, but was set on making that moment last as long as possible.

Dean wanted to explore her body, relived the memories he had of her, and make her feel good, so good she was going to pass out of pleasure. He hovered over her and her breath caught in anticipation. He lifted her ankle softly and kissed her foot, from the lotto flower she had tattooed there, going up the tiny cherry flowers around her ankle and then he kissed all the way up her leg, to her inner thigh, only to switch legs when he got close enough to where she desperately wanted him.

He kissed all the way to her left thigh, where she had another tattoo. He knew the story behind that one. It was the Goddess of Love, Venus, or, in Greek mythology, Aphrodite. It was something similar to Botticelli's Venus, but the woman in Danielle's tattoo looked more human, but with an ethereal aura that made her even beautiful. He knew Danielle was a talented artist, and she had designed all of her tattoos herself.

He spent a few minutes staring at that tattoo. Venus was wrapped in a white toga, her hair long and wavy, a brilliant gold and she seemed to be near the beach, with the ocean behind her, reflecting and intensifying her beauty. Danielle stayed still as he studied her. He used to do that often when they were together, he said he liked to remember the stories behind her tattoos, and he enjoyed with her art. She had actually missed that. She felt so loved when he did that, like he truly cared and wanted to know her.

When she felt his hands caressing her right hip her breath caught in surprised. He smiled at the tattoo there. It was Marilyn Monroe, Danielle's personal heroin. It was an uncommon photo of Marilyn, she was lying on a bed, her body covered partially with a white sheet, her expression provocative and sensual, her blonde hair wild, but beautiful. He kissed the inked skin and continued his trip up her body.

-Dean…- Danielle moaned as he took a breast in his hand and massaged it softly. He got rid of her bra quickly and she felt like her skin was on fire. Danielle threw her head back against the pillows as Dean's hot mouth wrapped around her nipple, making it hard to breathe past the pleasure. Her hands entwined in his hair, as much as she could anyway, and held him against her, not wanting to feel lonely without his touch. He pulled himself up and kissed her, kissed her with passion and desire, and she lost her mind right then. She turned them over, getting on top of him, straddling his thighs once again, smiling as he groaned.

-Too much clothes on- she whispered, and immediately, his fingers ghosted to her panties, almost ripping them off her. Next, she lifted herself a bit, allowing him to take his boxer off and, finally, they were flesh to flesh, one to one, alone and together, and they'd missed it so much, it was overwhelming. Danielle's mouth crashed on Dean's, she bit his lower lip a little and he groaned in response, his hands going to her waist and breast, holding her against him.

She was aching for him. She needed him, like a powerful drug she'd been too long away from. Danielle slowly lifted herself again and tried to push him down on the bed, but he wasn't having any of that. He laid her down instead, and settled between her legs, his fingers teasing her sensitive clit, making her moaned out loud almost painfully.

Patiently, he thrust one finger inside her, then circled it, hitting spots she thought forgotten. Her back arched and she let out a sensual hiss of pleasure. Dean worked his hands with talent, pushing her over the edge quickly.

-Dean, oh, God, Dean…- she kept repeating, though after a while, her words were soft whimpers.

-You're feeling good, baby?- he asked in a whisper, and his voice made Danielle's insides go wild as she came down from her high, panting. But he didn't stop. Instead, he curled his finger and pushed a little harder, causing her to scream in surprise. He kissed her then, swallowing her scream and smiling at the fat that he still could drive her crazy. Just like good old times.

-You never answered- he pushed- you're feeling good?- his mouth was at her ear, and he slowly trailed soft kissed along her neck and jaw, but bit down when she didn't answer.

-Dani…- he warned

-Yes!- she moaned- yes, I feel amazing, please, don't stop- she begged. She was totally at his mercy right then, a second orgasm threatening to break through her. Dean's lips traveled down her breasts and nibbled them softly, one by one, making Danielle lost it again. Her chest was almost bouncing as she breathed, eyes closed, lips parted.

He moved up, taking his fingers off her, and kissed her, in a sweet, marvelous way. But she had enough already, now it was her turn to take control. She hooked her ankles under his knees and rolled them over, landing on top of him, legs spread over him, tip almost touching her. She grinned evilly as she took hold of his cock, massaging it softly, making him groan and throw his head back in pleasure.

Danielle let go of him slowly, enjoying the heat of his body against hers. He opened his eyes just in time to see her stare at him with a fond smile. He sat up, his arms around her waist and lower back, holding her against him. They needed that, the feeling of closeness, that nothing could go wrong if they were together. Maybe it wasn't the case, but it sure felt like it.

His lips found hers again and they locked in a kiss, while Danielle lowered herself down on him, taking him in almost completely. She moaned and arched her back as she felt him, it'd been too long, and she missed him. They both stayed still while she adjusted, and after a few seconds, the perfection of the moment was replaced by the search for another type of perfection, and they began to rock together, she thrusting down, and he meeting her movements, hitting a spot inside her that made her see stars.

-Dean…- she moaned weakly, like she was worn out already

-Baby, you're so beautiful…- he murmured back, kissing her neck as they moved together, wrapped in each other's arms.

-Dani, I…- he began, but Danielle cut him off by kissing him. She knew what he was gonna say, and they weren't ready for that. She wasn't ready for that. Feeling was one thing, saying it out loud was completely different. And she didn't wasn't to ruin the perfect moment. He bit down on her full lip a little, and felt her taking him even deeper, her back arching even more and her body shaking with her climax.

Panting, they both laid down, Dean pulled the blankets and comforter over them. Danielle curled up next to him, and rested her head on his shoulder, hearing his heartbeat slowing down. She felt amazing. Totally, and incredibly amazing. It was beyond words. He was just, oh, God, she missed him. And now, now she thought there was no coming back. She was becoming addicted again, and that was it.

Satisfied and happy, she fell into a peaceful sleep. He smiled at the feeling of her in his arms, and kissed her forehead lightly, making her grin in her sleep. She was truly beautiful, and he'd be damned if he let her walk away again. Now she was stuck with him, like it or not. If it was the end of the world, they were going to live it together.

Next morning, Danielle woke up early, showered, got as ready as she could for the photos and then went to the kitchen to make breakfast, since Dean hadn't woken up yet. She smiled at him, sleeping on her bed. She never thought that could happen. She never dreamt that one day she'd be ready to confess and get over with it, but as it turned out, she didn't see any problem in allowing Dean to know a bit more about her. If he didn't like it, then it was a shame, but she was at least going to try.

She was dressed in only her underwear and a silk pink robe, her bunny slippers warm and cozy. Her hair was tied in a bun in the back of her neck, they were sure gonna do something to it later, so, she decided to just be comfortable. She turned on the coffee machine and it came to life, pouring dark, rich smelling coffee down the glass coffee pot. She decided to make waffles, since she didn't know what else to do, and when she was heating up the waffle iron and mixing the ingredients in a bowl she felt a hand on her shoulder and jumped, almost dropping the plastic bowl.

-Jesus fuckin' Christ, Dean!- she complained and he laughed in return. He was only wearing a pair of sweat pants, and his naked chest made her bones turn jelly like. His laugh softened and he just smiled, going to kiss her on the lips once

-I don't wanna mess with the one who's making the food- he told her and leaned over the kitchen island, watching her. She chuckled and continued mixing, but now she didn't truly know what the hell she was doing.

-It's distractin' if you stare at me like that- she commented, pouring some of the mix on the waffle iron.

-I can't help it- he replied and she could almost feel his smirk- you look pretty damn good right now-

-Well, thanks, I guess- she muttered. She never knew how to answer to that kind of compliments and they made her uncomfortable- okay, make yourself useful if you're gonna stay here then- she told him, turning around and handing him a spatula- take the waffles out of the iron and put them- she grabbed a plate from the cupboard- here-

Dean looked at the spatula like it might bite him, which made Danielle smirked

-C'mon, pretty boy, don't have all day- she said and took the waffles out of the iron, putting more mix on it.

-You're gonna pay for this- he murmured and began to work. Danielle chuckled once

-Oh, don't be such a wuss!- she exclaimed- you might actually like it- she winked at him and escaped the spank he was planning to give her thanks to her future sight.

-Helloooooo! Clairvoyant here, cupcake, don't forget- she mocked him and they continued to make breakfast. Around eight o 'clock Sam and Andrea came to the kitchen, looking tired, but happy.

-Morning sunshine- Danielle greeted her friend as she sat on the table, grabbing her head in pain

-Give me coffee, I'd kill for coffee- Andrea said in a tired voice. Sam obediently poured her a cup of coffee and gave it to her- Thanks- she told him smiling like a ten year old. Anthony joined them a few minutes later, and Danielle decided to let Tyson in.

-Wow, who's that?- Dean asked, holding up his hands as the dog sniffed him curiously.

-That's Tyson, my pit-bull –she answered, grinning as she patted Tyson's head lovingly.

-Never knew you had a dog…- Dean murmured, going back to his food

-I don't bring him with me, it's dangerous and I don't have that much space either- she smiled at the dog again and played with her hands, waving them in the air as he tried to catch them- but Tony here takes care of him for me-

-He's pretty- Sam said, watching her playing with him. She looked nice, it seemed a normal thing to do, and that lacked in their lives.

-Yeah, he's the most beautiful dog in the world- she spoke with a sweet voice that made Dean smile even if he didn't like dogs.

After they finished breakfast, cleaned the kitchen, and got ready to meet the editors, they left. The guys took the Impala, against Danielle's advice, and Anthony, Andrea and herself went in Anthony's BMW. Nothing further from the truth that riding in that car for Danielle, but she went along with it, they had to make a good impression, or whatever.

They parked the car inside a pretty nice looking building, modern and nice. They waited for the boys and then went inside. Dean and Sam were going to be Danielle's friends from, somewhere, while Andrea and Anthony, like always, were her brother and sister. That was what people in the business thought, and that was how they rolled it.

-Liam?- Danielle asked surprised as she saw the brunette head in the middle of three other guys.

-Danielle- he replied softly- a pleasure to see you again- he kissed her cheek politely, and Dean looked at him warily, ready to pound of necessary.

-You're one of the editors?- She inquired, still in shock

-Yes, yes I am- he told her- and my partners and I have a few things we'd like to discuss with you for the calendar. We want you to feel comfortable working with us- his voice was calmed as he spoke, and he didn't seem to want Danielle for anything that she was, a model.

-Oh, that's really nice of you. Honestly, most of the editors don't care about the model's feelings- she smiled a bit- that's why I always worked with Anthony and Andrea-

-Oh, yes, the Cooper family together- he smiled politely again, looking at Andrea, who was ready for work- Andrea, as lovely as ever- he greeted her with a kiss on the cheek too, and then he turned to Anthony- Anthony Cooper, the legend, here in our studio- Liam seemed honestly impressed- welcome, I hope you and your family feel comfortable here-

-I'm sure we'll be fine- Anthony answered, not quiet trusting the guy- Liam, these are Danielle's friends, Sam and Dean. They're in town for a job and decided to come along, invited by her, of course- Anthony said- I hope that's okay with you-

-Perfect, not a problem- Liam looked at Sam and Dean and stretched his hand to shake theirs- it's a pleasure to meet you-

-Likewise- Dean replied, smiling forcedly

-Alright, people, if you come with me please, I'll introduce to my partners- Liam led them to the other two guys and they made the proper introductions.

-Lucas Ferguson, nice to meet you- one of the men said, his voice gentle and warm. He was obviously Liam's brother, or cousin maybe, and he was younger than Liam, good looking guy too.

-Julian Strauss- the blond man standing next to Lucas spoke- it's a real pleasure to meet you-

The three of them looked like serious business men, but, they were honest when they said they wanted her to go over the details. They had a few alternatives for the calendar. Each one was already settled, Danielle only had to decide which one she liked best, or felt more comfortable doing. After considering, discussing it with the boys and the Coopers, she went for the third option. It was a 12 months calendar, of course, but she loved the idea of recreating some of the classics pin-up pictures, and for that one, she even had Marilyn at the end of the calendar.

As soon as they arranged the details of sizes and everything, she went to make up for the first set of photos. It was going to take them a few days to finish the photos, and then some more time to choose the right one for each month. But Danielle was okay with it, if she wanted to do a serious job, she had to be responsible and thoughtful. Besides, they were playing her big money for that, so she wasn't complaining. They looked like nice enough people to work with.

The first month was going to be classic stewardess set up. The little dress she was wearing for it was a deep blue, with a black wide belt around her waist, just below her hips. The shoes were a deep blue too, almost black, and her hair was loosen and wavy, a uniformed hat on her hand. She was going to pose like she was walking, her hat waving in an inviting gesture. The idea was from one of Julian's drawings. She recognized him as soon as she saw him. He was a famous pun up artist, and his drawings were one of her favorites.

That set only took her almost an hour. Good luck her hair was simple to comb, it could take her hours to get it ready otherwise. Sam and Dean were very entertained watching her work, posing shot after shot of the camera flash, and still she managed to look as beautiful on the first as she looked on the last.

She did another five months, so, at the end of the day, they had till June ready. For February she had to use a wig, a raven black wig that made her look pretty good. She wore short dark blue shorts, with black tights and garter, black high heel shoes, and a dark blue top. For March, she used another wig, black too, but with another hairstyle. She wore the typical maid clothes, a black short dress and a white apron, high black heels and again, black tights and garter.

By then it was time for lunch, so Liam brought a buffet for them to enjoy, and then continued with the job. April was the nurse month apparently. She wore a white short dress, with little details in red, white garter and tights, and red bright heels. This time she didn't use the wig. Instead they made her blond long hair appear even wavier than it was, and they put a nurse hat on her head.

And Dean had his eyes glued to her all the while. Sam was having fun talking to Andrea and Anthony, especially Andrea. But Dean was too focused on Danielle, smiling at the camera, other times looking seductive, or innocent, though she didn't fool him. He loved that look style she had, so innocent but sexy, and he understood why editors wanted her so much now.

For May, she played naughty housewife in the kitchen. It was amazing how fast they changed the scenery behind her, and how good they were putting it together. She was leaning over a made up stove, a fry pan on hand. She wore a tiny pink dress with an apron over it, black tights and garter, black lustrous looking shoes, and she had her hair loosen, straight, and her cheeks and lips were showing off the typical pin up make up.

Finally, around 4 o'clock, they said they needed to go to the beach to take the shots there. She was going to re do one of Betty Page's famous pictures, with a black bikini nothing else on. They drove the entire equipment to the beach, taking advantage of the warm weather and the sun light. She prepared again with a black wig, she was doing more brunette than her natural color that day, and by the time the sun set, they were done.

-Thanks so much for this, it's been awesome, really- Danielle told Liam, shaking his hand

-My pleasure, Danielle- he replied- and I hope to see you tomorrow morning?-

-Tomorrow morning will be- she smiled at him kindly- Bye, take care-

-You too, good bye- they all said hello, shook hands and then left. Dean was still fascinating with her. Watching her perform he realized how much he'd missed before. He had magazines with her in them, and other pictures, but seeing her like that, running through the studio, getting her hair done, changing clothes, and all in such a calmed way, he really admired her.

He could never have a normal job. It wasn't his thing. He grew up hunting, and was sure he would die hunting as well. But Danielle, Danielle had a life on her won. He wondered as he followed Anthony's car to the loft why she bothered to come back. He was sure it's got something to do with Bobby, after all, he was her godfather, but, that was it? Then why was she with them? The answer was pretty simple, but he didn't want to think about it, because that'd mean she cared about them, him, and that was a shock still. He'd gotten over the whole being a jerk at her part, but he still wanted to know more, needed to know more.

She had secrets, terrible, God awful secrets that she didn't want to admit. But that day as she rode in the back seat of Anthony's comfortable car, she thought she was pretty lucky. The boys had been great, the job was coming out awesome too, and things seemed fairly okay. And that made her feel optimistic about the future. At least her personal future. She was sure now she could tell Dean, eventually maybe, about her story, her whole story if he wanted to hear it. It was time to stop hiding and face reality, even for the last few months on Earth. If the Apocalypse caught her off guard she'd write a confession in her own flesh, but she'd tell Dean the truth, she owned him that.

-I'm exhausted- she commented as Dean's arms wrapped around her, Andrea and Sam off somewhere, and Anthony fixing dinner in the kitchen. Dean and Danielle stood in the middle of the living room, just, enjoying that little moment of peace they had.

-You're awesome, you knew that?- Dean murmured against her skin- I've never seen someone so chill while a guy stares at her, and take pictures too-Danielle laughed softly

-It's my job, I can't complain- she replied- it'd been ten years since I'm in the business, I had to learn somethin' on the way-

-You're awesome- he repeated, kissing her neck, his hands resting on her stomach- and can I keep some of those pictures?- he asked, smirking. Danielle threw her head back and chuckled loudly

-I think you can- she answered- I'll have to ask Liam-

-Don't bring another guy up while I'm kissin' you- Dean complained, making her smile

-My bad, sorry- she said sarcastically- let's get me out of this clothes, I'm tired of 'em already-

-Your wish my command- he replied following her to her bedroom.

While she changed, Dean took a look at the room. It was well decorated, with some weird paintings, but nice. The walls were white, the bed was made from a dark wood, the comforter black with red figures draw on it, and the couch by the window was a crimson red, and it looked like velvet.

She was taking off her shirt when he reached the fireplace next to her library. There were a few pictures there. In one, he could see a younger Danielle, hugging a woman that looked like her sister. Or maybe it was her mother. He supposed it was her mother, since she didn't have any siblings. He was shocked for a moment. He never heard about the woman, Danielle was too reserved back then. But they were too similar. The older woman had the same ocean blue eyes he loved, and that exact golden glitter Danielle had. They were both beautiful. In the picture they were wearing normal clothes, jeans and black and red tank tops, but you could immediately tell they were related. And now he knew where she got her looks from.

He wondered about her father. What had happened to him to go end up in hell. He saw another picture, the same woman and Danielle in it, but with a man. He recognized Bobby as he stood there awkwardly as the photo was being taken. He chuckled once and Danielle turned around.

-What's so funny?- she asked, zipping her denim shorts and walking over to him.

-I never took Bobby for a photogenic guy- he answered and Danielle snickered

-Yeah…- she shook her head fondly- that was my 19 birthday- she explained- we had to beg him to take that picture- she laughed- he still complains about it-

-Is that your mom?- he inquired softly, trying to be sensitive

-Yeah…- Danielle's voice sounded strained, but she kept talking- she was great friends with Bobby, since before I was born. He saved my mom's life too many times-

-How come?-

-My mom wasn't a very thoughtful person- she said, and smiled at the memories- she was 17 when she met my dad, a hippie in Woodstock festival meetin' goin' home with the cop who arrested her- she smirked- that ended up okay, I guess- she moved before him and faced the fireplace, her back to him. He rested his hands on her hips as she kept talking, he listened carefully and fascinated.

-And Bobby, well, Bobby saved my mom's ass from bein' torch alive-

-Wow, why they wanted to torch her?-

-She lived with some Amish people when she ran from home, and, you know, clairvoyance and religious people just don't mix-

-Your mom was a clairvoyant?- he moved a little to see her face as she smirked

-Where did you think I got it from?- she retorted- I got it from my momma- she grinned and looked back at her mother's picture. She didn't have one with her dad, she didn't feel like she should. He was nothing to her after all, not since he died and became what he did.

-So, your mom knew Bobby? That's weird…-

-Yes, it is. But he'd been great to her, to me. He was the one who saved me in the first place…-

-Saved you?- he was trying to wrap his head around the new tips Danielle was giving up, but her being in danger made him lost his focus

-Yeah, long story…- she murmured

-Dani…-

-Okay, fine- she sighed- when I was 18 a demon kidnapped me-

-Why?-

-I'm still not sure about why- she replied- but it was creepy, since he used to be my father-

-Your father kidnapped you?-

-That's the least of it. He held me in an empty dirty warehouse for days, torturing me, tryin' to convince me to go with him-

-Go where?- he was mad as hell, but he felt her stiff under his hands, and tried to relax

-To hell- she answered- he wanted me to join him or somethin'-

-And Bobby saved you?-

-Yeah, he exorcised him- she told him- but that didn't last long-

-He came back-Dean stated

-Yes, he came back- she admitted, and that was her limit right there. Enough sharing for one day. She didn't want to explain the next time he showed, and made her run for her life, promising to herself she'd never put anyone else in danger.

-Dinner must be ready- She said, and turned away, kissing him softly once. He knew she was avoiding him, but it was fine for him. Little by little maybe, she'd come clean.

-Let's go then- he smiled at her and they went downstairs.

After dinner, they were all tired, so they went to sleep no longer after the first drink. Sam was hip to hip with Andrea, and that made Danielle smile. They should enjoy it while it lasted. And she was cool with it, because she knew Andrea could take care of herself after Sam was gone, not like other chicks that would be crying in the corners for the guy.

That night Danielle and Dean "reconnected" again. It was never enough, it seemed, for them. She couldn't get tired of him, and vice versa. It was just the way it used to be. If they were sex addicts, she didn't care. She enjoyed his affection; it was going to come in handy when they were fighting for their lives. The memories always helped her. Except when she refused to remember. Like with her dad. She couldn't give up her stubbornness for nothing in the world, she'd be damned if she thought about that fucker like anything else than that, a fucker. He long ago ruined whatever good he's done to her.

The next day was another sunny day, and they, again, left earlier to work. Danielle finished the next six months a little faster than the previous ones. July was special for Independence's Day. She was dressed as an army girl, short olive green shorts and a tiny olive military shirt that left her belly uncovered. She wore tan high heel shoes that showed off her tattoos. The entire outfit actually let her inked skin be seen.

For August she played the sexy sailor, a classic. She wore white and light blue high shorts and a short shirt, also white and light blue. She even wore a blue tie that hung over the valley of her breasts. She had her hair in curls, a little hat on the top of her head, making her look beautiful and seductive as always. The shoes were something else completely. She had in mind begging for them if necessary, they were gorgeous. They were white, with a strip to wrap around the ankle, and the heels weren't too high, just perfectly so.

In September she was a sexy secretary. Which of course, caused Dean to be turned on madly. She laid on a table, books around her. She wore a white blouse, with a red bra that could be seen as the top buttons weren't done, and a short black skirt, with black tights and garter and black shoes. But the best part were the glasses. And the hair, God the hair, Dean thought. She had that perfect blonde hair in curls again, with a cute fringe that gave her a totally innocent look. The pose screwed the innocent look up, but he didn't care.

October hit and she played mechanic. And then, Dean truly had to take out his cell phone and snap some photos on his own. He was lucky Anthony was the one working with her today, otherwise he'd have to kick some guy's ass. They were outside, an old, beautiful car parking, in which Danielle sit to take the picture. The firsts ones at least. Then she stood up next to it, her denim shorts and stripped shirt tied in a knot over her belly giving her a very southern look. Because, after all, she was from Mississippi.

November came, and again, he thought life couldn't be more perfect. They had lunch before, as Danielle ate a sandwich, a girl did her hair in curls. She wore the usual make up, her lips red and full, begging to be kissed. She wore a black outfit that drove him crazy. Again, they went outside to take the pictures. And he was shocked as she heard that the motorbike that was parked there was in fact, Danielle's.

-This is the only thing from my father that I still keep- she confessed- It's a Duo- Glide Harley Davidson- she told him, as he nodded, impressed. Back to the outfit. She wore a black top, tight and well fit, with black shorts. The shoes were a brilliant red, that matched the color of the bike, black and red. And now he was sure, she was perfect for him. She knew her way under the hood, and had a sarcastic toughness that made her special.

And for last but not least, December. December was a cold month, and she decided to warm it up a bit. She was re doing one of Marilyn's famous pictures. She was laying on a bed, the white sheets accentuating her red lips and blue eyes, and you could only see her face and shoulders. But it was enough. She wore a black baby doll with the strings hanging loose down her arms, in a very sensual way. She had one hand on her head, her smile seductive and relaxed.

-Well done!- Liam complimented- Wonderful, gorgeous, beautiful- he continued as Danielle put on a robe, grinning. It had been one of her best too.

-Dani, dear- Liam told her- I have another offer to make-

-I'm listenin'- she said as she put on her shoes

-My cousin plays for the Lakers, and, I was wondering if you'd like to celebrate in the game this Saturday. Since it's just Thursday, I thought it'd be fair notice-

-I'd love to, but my crowd is, well, crowded- she replied, smiling

-Oh, no, dear- Liam hurried to say- they come along! And maybe later we can have some drinks?-

-It sounds good- she nodded and grinned gratefully at him- Thank you, Liam, for everything-

-Thanks to you, Dani, you're one of the best models I've ever worked with-

-That's sayin' somethin'- she said and smiled- Okay, so, you've got my number, right? Call me and we'll coordinate-

-Perfect- he smiled at her-I'll see you on Saturday, then-

-See ya- she waved and walked over to Sam and Dean, who were waiting by the Impala not very patiently.

-So, we've got tickets to the Lakers' game- she said, grinning- guess I'll tell Tony, he shows more emotion- she turned away but didn't really make it. Dean's hand wrapped possessively around her wrist and pulled her to him, his mouth crashing against hers hard.

Sam sighed. He really didn't want to be around them to see that. He saw Andrea walking out of the building and decided he needed a distraction. It was cold to think of her as that, but, to be totally honest, it was true. She was a nice, hot and cool woman, but, not the type he'd fall for. They were just too different, and in that time of his life, he didn't feel like hiding who he was. It always turned out bad. Like with Jessica. So, better keep it casual.

-Well, I see those two kick you out- Andrea told him smiling teasingly. He couldn't deny it, she was beautiful.

-Yeah, that's too much for anyone, I think-

-Ride with us- she offered- or better yet, let's hit a bar, have some drinks, let the lovebirds and Tony alone-Sam chuckled at her offer

-You sure he can handle them?- he asked

-Yeah…-Andrea grinned, her green eyes on Danielle- we've known her since she was a brat, she's our little sister-

-You love her, and that's great- Sam said, realizing Andrea was being honest. Danielle was her family. And he knew how important family was.

-Yeah, I love that sweet ass, I do- she turned to Sam, shaking her head- but, what you'd say? Hit Sunset Strip and have a good time? It's on me-

-Well, I'm never the one to refuse a free drink- he joked and walked with her as she neared his brother and Danielle

-Dani, honey- Andrea called, making Danielle groan

-You've got the worst timing in the history of forever- Danielle told her, pulling away from Dean. They must've e broken a record or something for the time they spent kissing.

-Sorry to break your bubble sweetheart- Andrea replied- but I need to borrow Lucy- Sam and Dean looked confused as Danielle stared at Andrea trying to see if she was serious

-What for?-

-Fun- Andrea answered simply, which made Danielle raised her eyebrows at her- C'mon, Dani, you I've never hurt her-

-Fine- she finally gave up- but if you even scratch her paint…-

-You'll hang me from my eyelashes, I know- Andrea completed. She took the keys from Danielle's hand- too bad I'm wearing fake ones today- she said quickly and grabbed Sam's hand, running towards the parking lot

-I'm goin' to kill you!- Danielle shouted after her and laughed

-Who's Lucy?- Dean inquired, his hands resting in her hips

-My bike- she answered

-I'm not the one to talk, but…-

-You're right- she said, kissing him lightly once- you're not the one to talk, so, shut up-

-Like that's ever going to happen- he smirked and tried to kiss her again, but she pulled away

-Winchester, I'm warnin' you. I'm not toleratin' bad mouthin' about my Lucy- she stood in front of him, her hands on her hips, like an angry mother- or you can jerk off tonight- she finished and smiled evilly

-You wouldn't...- Dean gasped in fake horror

-Oh, yes, I would, baby- She chuckled once- I would-

-Fine- he held up his hands in surrender- I won't say a word-

-That's my boy- she said smiling at him

-But you do need therapy of you treat your bike like a person- he added

-That's it- she stomped her foot on the hard ground- you're sleepin' alone tonight- she jumped backwards as he tried to reach her- you're a little rusty Winchester-

-Oh, yeah? Wanna oil- me up?-

-Oil-me up?- Danielle laughed- use better pick up lines, Dean. I still have some dignity-

-Get in the car, Danielle, I'll show you my pick up lines-

-Like hell you will- she snorted- don't boss me around, only Bobby can do that-

-Oh, yeah?-

-You need a better…- but she couldn't finish as his mouth on hers shut her up. She didn't even want to anymore.

-Guess you're a little rusty, uh?- Dean smirked

-Shut up- Danielle murmured as she pulled his lips to hers again

-We better finish this somewhere else- Dean whispered in her eat, making her shiver. She pulled away again and jumped in the passenger seat

-Shut up and drive, Blondie- she said and Dean glared at her

-You're so payin' for that later- he told her, starting the car

-Yeah? You're gonna spank me? I miss that- she pouted, and fuck it, it was hard to resist her

-Say the words-

-Oh, be a man and do it by yourself- Danielle challenged

-Your wish is my command, baby- he smirked again and they drove off.

-What is this place?- Dean asked as she led him to a studio looking room

-This is, of course, my studio-

-You've got a studio because…?-

-Well, I do research, I meditate, and most important, I've got my huntin' books here-

-Isn't that dangerous with so many people around?-

-Nah, Tony doesn't let anyone in here-

-How is it so clean then?-

-He cleans it himself- she said, her voice ashamed- I told him not to, let the dust grow plants, but he refused. So, he keeps it clean and tidy for whenever I decide to stop by-

-You've got a great life- Dean told her- why are you with us?-

-Well, the first reason would be the sex...- she joked- no, seriously. I, can't explain it, but I need to stop this-

-What's this? The Apocalypse?- Dean inquired, going to hug her from behind, his hands on her stomach

-Yeah…- she muttered- Remember what your angel said about God, and my mom?-

-Yeah…- he vaguely remembered how upset Danielle had been over Cass telling her that her mother was in a mission from God- what about it?-

-My mother had a vision, before she died- he felt her stiffened behind him, but she continued- she saw what I saw when I went to look for you-

-What was it? You never told me…-

-You were a jackass to me then- she said lightly- she saw Lucifer walkin' free, and I think she saw you two, because I could've sworn I heard Sam's scream in my vision- she paused- her vision-

-Why didn't she warn you?- Dean questioned, turning her around to face him

-She never had time-her voice broke then, and she fought back the tears in her eyes- she died before she could say anythin'-

-How, why…?-

-It's a long story- Danielle told him, gaining control over herself- but sometimes, a clairvoyant can channel energy from other people, beings or things-

-Like?- he asked curious

-Like you, a ghost, a demon, or even the rain or the wind if it's strong enough-

-Wow…why? I mean, what you manage with that?-

-I can control my visions that way. Otherwise I'd be a mess. That's what happened to aunt-

-You've got an aunt?-

-You know, I actually had a family once- she said sarcastically.

-Sorry, I just, it's kinda a little too much-

-You asked- she defended, pulling away from him- I told you I'm a disaster as a person, you just insisted in knowin' about me. So, suck it up-

-C'mon, Dani, don't be such a…-

-Bitch? Sorry can't help it- she replied, turning around to focus on her collection cars.

-I was gonna say don't be such a drama queen, but whatever- He finished- Look, I'm glad you're tellin' me stuffs, I just, give me time to adjust, babe, please-

-It's okay- she murmured, feeling like a spoiled brat for acting like that with him. He slowly walked over to her and put his hands on her shoulders. He felt her relax and smiled in satisfaction

-What are these?-

-Stop askin' stupid questions, Dean- she said softly- those are collection cars-

-I know- he defended- but, are they yours?-

-Yep- she nodded slowly-I collect them since I was 5 years old- she chuckled once- they're damn hard to find too- she grabbed one from the first shelf, an old Cadillac her father had built with her and looked at it- Some I made, some I bought- she explained- I've got 266 of them- she said proudly

Dean nodded in approval. No wonder she was so much into cars. She loved all kinds of them, even small collection ones.

-Sorry for being a jerk before- Dean told her seriously- I just…-

-Can't help it?- she guessed, smiling- it's okay. I'm over sensitive, I know that-

-You're alright- Dean muttered- so, what happened to your aunt? If you still want to tell me-

-It's a long story- she warned- but I know what you're gonna say, so, here it is. My aunt Liv was my mom's sister. And since clairvoyance came from that part of the family, you can guess what she was. And like I said before, we can control our visions, in different ways-

-Like what?- Dean inquired

-Well, I channel energy. My mom taught me that, though she didn't follow her own advice- She turned and saw the look of confusion in Dean's face- Sometimes, you're in danger of channelin' too much energy, and go over load- she explained- that's what happened to my mom when she died. She was obsessed with finding out what my aunt died knowing. It got them both killed, findin' out that Lucifer was going to walk free someday-

-And how it didn't hurt you?-

-I didn't spend any outside energy in findin' that vision, my mom put it in my head. An older clairvoyant can do that sometimes, but she's got to be strong-

-You're mother was strong then? Why she died?-

-Visions can kill even the strongest of us- she said thoughtfully- but my mother did a lot of crazy things in her time-

-Like what?-

-Like havin' Bobby kidnap a demon and use him- she told him- that almost killed her, if it wasn't for Bobby. Who almost killed her himself. After that she didn't try it anymore, but went after other resources-

-Like?-

-Like, ghosts, or even humans. In that time I hunted, so she usually came along-

-Was it good for her? I mean, why did you let her come?-

-Because I couldn't refuse anythin' she said- Danielle admitted- Look, I know I've got mommy issues, and, I think I have the right to, after all. My mom was a remarkable crazy woman, I know, but she was the best mother ever, and I couldn't have asked for anyone else-

The speech had left her tired, emotionally at least. Dean saw her pained expression and kicked himself mentally for bringing that up. Well, now he knew, they could stop the chick flick moments for a while. He didn't like seeing her like that, and thought she had a reason after all for hiding things from him. They hurt her, and now, he was going to do the impossible to keep her safe and make her happy.

Saturday night came too soon for them. Danielle and Dean had an awesome Friday. All day in bed, except when they went to her study, and for meals. It was heaven. She could stay with him in bed forever. But, Saturday came too soon. Because she also was aware that after that, they'd have to take off again, go back to the craziness and despair of avoiding the Apocalypse.

Andrea and Sam spent some quality time together too. But he was positive that after that, he'd never see her again, so, he made the best of it. He never usually found a girl worth spending his time talking with. Andrea was smart, and funny, and, well, great in bed. She'd be an awesome girlfriend, or so he thought, but that dream was dead before it had a chance to live. He couldn't allow that to himself, he could do too much damage to an innocent girl.

And to avoid the wave of depression that hit him on Saturday morning, he went gladly to the Lakers game with Andrea, Dean, Danielle and Anthony. They were supposed to meet Liam there, and they did. He invited them to a private box, one of those that cost a million and were only given to the president. He was one wealthy guy, Sam thought.

Dean was fascinating watching Danielle watch the game. She was such a Lakers fan; every time they scored she jumped of joy. Liam stayed with them, keeping Anthony company, apparently. And Andrea cursed every time the Knicks scored, making Danielle cover her eyes and curse too. It was a very popular game: Lakers-Knicks, and, to be honest, Dean enjoyed watching the game too.

-Man, that was awesome!-Danielle said when the game ended. Dean had an arm wrapped around her, and he could feel the euphoria coming off her in waves. He was amazed at how beautiful and interesting she was. Those little things he ignored before, like she loving basketball and being a Lakers' fan, made him want her even more if possible.

They all went to a bar down town, near Hollywood Boulevard. The place was pretty crowded, but again, Liam worked his magic and they got in the VIP section. They ordered drinks and some food, and continued the talk that had been interrupted as they left the stadium.

-Cheers for the Lakers, people!- Danielle took her shot of tequila and held it up for a toast- for them to keep rockin' and hopefully, they'll win this year!-

-Cheers!- they all repeated laughing. That week in L.A was marked with Mexican food. They had tacos and nachos that night, with guacamole, which Danielle loved. And tequila, the tequila was always present. Andrea and Sam looked pretty entertained in each other, and Danielle smiled, knowing that drunken Andy was pretty fun to be around. And from what she heard from Dean, Sam was a happy drunk too, so, win-win situation there.

And Dean and Danielle were also enjoying themselves. It was pretty hard for Dean to keep his hands to himself, and the black short dress she wore didn't make it any easier. She was showing off tonight, her blonde hair straight and with a red bow that obviously matched the red belt on her dress. It was a simple design, but beautiful and sexy. He thought she could wear a pirate costume and still look good. Well, she could beyond good, and his pants were suddenly very tight around him, so he had to redirect his thoughts someplace else. At least till they were alone.

He was pleased, and sincerely felt a little hopeful, for all Danielle had told him. In that week she learnt as much about her as when they were together. But he couldn't blame her. He knew opening up hurt her, and he didn't want to put her through that. But was glad she did, because he was curious, and wanted to know her fully, as cheesy as it sounded. He now felt good. He felt like all the shit that followed him and Sam around all the time was less hurtful with her around. That maybe, with her at his side, they could pull it off. And he felt like what they'd been through was nothing if the final prize was her. For her, he could climb the Everest, swim an ocean, and kill anyone, anything that threatened her.

He was going to find out how far he'd go right away.

-Baby, I need to go to the rest room- she said as she got up from his lap

-Okay- he let her go, but not without kissing her hard once first. She smiled, feeling light headed from the liquor and Dean's kiss, and walked away

-Wait!- she heard Andrea's voice call- wait, Dani, damn it, my legs are not as long as yours!-

-Alright, shortie, I'm waitin'- she told her friend, who caught up with her and stuck her tongue out

-Goin' to the rest room?-

-Yeah-

-Comin' with you, I need to retouch my makeup-

-Okay, lady, whatever you say- Danielle and Andrea walked in the women restrooms and noticed there was nobody there, when it should be full.

-Uh, lucky us- Andrea commented and got in. But Danielle felt something in the pit of her stomach. Call it sixth sense, or extended clairvoyance, but something felt wrong. She closed the door, and leaned against it. She focused on her near future, any sign of a threat, anything. But as she thought she was getting something, she heard a loud noise, followed by a silent hiss.

-Andy?- she opened her eyes and gasped as she saw the scene in front of her. Andrea was lying on the bathroom floor, semi conscious and bleeding from the head

-I told you to shut up- a man hissed. Danielle didn't recognize him, but he was sure as hell going to pay for what he did to Andy.

-Step away, fucker- Danielle threatened- or you'll be limpin' your way out of here, okay?- she walked closer to him, and the man's eyes locked with hers. She heard Andrea's gasp as she saw the same thing she did. The guy smiled evilly, and his eyes went completely white.

-Oh, shit- she murmured, backing away now

-No, no- the man reached out for her but she moved away- you're gonna be a good girl and come with me, aren't you?- he asked in a sickening sweet voice, his eyes back to normal- you're not gonna make me kill your little friend- his tone changed to one of utter evilness

-You know, my mom always told me not to go with strangers- Danielle replied, begging for Dean to come look for her or something. The demon chuckled once, annoyingly

-Well, I knew your father, does that count?- he replied, smiling again. Danielle's blood felt ice cold in her veins.

-Who, what are you?- Andrea asked, still lying on the floor, looking like a scared girl. The demon turned to her, and stretched his hand for her to take. She just stared at it like it might bite her

-My name is Astaroth, nice to meet you- he said. That did ring a bell in Danielle's mind, and she did what her instincts told her. Run. She reached for the doorknob and tried to open it, but felt suddenly lifted in the air, and she got higher against the wall, like some kind of deranged possessed girl.

-Let me down- she hissed through clenched teeth

-You didn't ask very nicely- the demon mocked her- So, baby doll, you get now that I mean business?-

-Yes- she admitted- but let her go, don't hurt her- The demon shook his head

-Baby doll, you sound so cliché- he told her- I'll let her go, but I don't want a complaint from you, agreed?-

-Agreed- she answered. It made her mad to say that, mad and angry, but she had to save Andrea. If that demon was after her, then she had to deal with it. Like she always did.

-Good girl- Astaroth said. He lowered her to the floor, and picked her up, his arms wrapped around her body easily-If I were you, I'd leave this place and run for help now- he told Andrea, who still was looking like she was going to pass out- I love a good chase- he turned to Danielle again- I heard you're hanging with the Winchesters boys- Danielle looked down, avoiding his gaze. He chuckled

-So it's true then- he murmured- well, the boss was right, I was a fool to doubt him-

The only boss he could be referring to was Lucifer. And she didn't want him near Sam.

-Yes, whatever, now, would we just go?- she asked impatiently

-Yes, yes, dear, we can go- he smiled- say good bye to your friend, sweety-

-Sorry, Andy- she muttered, her friend's eyes locked with hers- I'm sorry. I love you- she mouthed, and, just like that, they were gone, leaving a confused, upset, and scared Andrea behind.