Chapter 6: I'm a One Night Stand

A/N: Firstly, I rewrote the previous chapter a couple of hours ago so if you haven't read the new version I recommend you do so now.

So as I began writing this chapter I realized that I have certain points I want to get to in this story but have no idea on how to get there. I am trying my best here but chapters could possibly be delayed. Anyways here we go.

The title for this chapter is inspired by Hurricane by Halsey. I know there are a lot of Halsey songs mentioned in this fic so far and there is probably going to be more, sorry.

"Good morning," Sam looked up from his research to greet Katalina as she walked into the study of the bunker.

"Are you guys always up this early?" Katalina asked the sleep in her voice still evident as she scrunched a section of her hair.

"It's 11 a.m."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Ugh, I could still be in bed," she complained as she took a seat adjacent to the older Winchester at the large wooden table.

She really appreciated the generosity the two had shown her. She didn't expect it that's for sure, usually when people found out she was immortal, they left her or tried to kill her which left her with no choice but to compel them or kill them and she hated it. Never once had she enjoyed taking away a life, especially ones of the innocent and in her mind humans were the most innocent beings out there. She still wasn't sure if she could fully trust the Winchesters considering they had also tried to kill her on more than one occasion. The only difference between them and anyone else was that they chose to trust her even though she's seen as one of the most dangerous creatures in existence.

"Anyway, what are you guys doing?" She broke out of her thoughts changing the subject, looking over Dean's shoulder, a little too close for comfort.

"Could you maybe not do that?" Dean snapped, the irritation in his voice obvious.

"Sorry, geez."

"We're just looking for a job. It's been sort of quiet lately," Sam said, breaking through the awkward atmosphere.

Katalina made a sound of approval as she stood up, making her way back to her room.

"Oh, by the way, you know those anti-possession marks you have tattooed on your chests?"

"Yea?" Dean allowed her to continue, not bothering to look up from his research.

"I was thinking that maybe you two should get them redone but with vervain mixed with the ink."

"Why?"

"I thought it was obvious? It's so that vampires can't compel you."

"It'll be fine," Dean began to argue, finally meeting the girl's gaze.

"Really? Because it was super easy for me to compel you two the other day in Mystic Falls."

This statement caused both brothers to look at her in disbelief.

"What? I did what I had to do."

"You do know that that means you won't be able to compel us either, right?" Dean questioned, raising a single brow.

"Yea, I know."

It's not like she wanted to compel them. As of right now, they didn't seem to give her a reason to.

Dean let out a breath, "Fine."

"Good," she replied with a smile as she turned back around and slowly walked away.

This made her happy. The two may have tried to kill her, they may have tortured her and then actually killed her, but they were human and no matter what the cost, she protected human life.

"Hey, wait," Sam's voice stopped her in her tracks, "How do you know about our tattoos?"

"I slept with your brother, remember?" She responded, looking at Dean before going back to her room.

An uncomfortable silence was set in the room.

…

"Dude, do you mind telling Kat that we'll be leaving soon?" Sam asked Dean, his gaze fixed on the gun he was loading with silver bullets. The two brothers had caught a case in the next town where people had been mysteriously dying with their hearts viciously ripped out their chest cavity. They knew straight away that this was no doubt a werewolf hence the silver weapons.

Dean made a sound of disapproval, "Why me?" He whined.

"I'm sorta busy right now," Sam argued, holding up the gun he was loading.

"I really don't want to deal with her, Sammy."

"Come on Dean, she's not going to bite you."

"She might," he growled, eyes widening, the comment earning him a look from Sam, "Ugh, fine."

Dean reluctantly walked down the all too familiar hallway of the bunker and turned right at the end stopping at the third door on the left. It was ajar. Knocking on the door, he cleared his throat before calling out to her, "Kat?"

"Yeah?" A muted voice came from the bathroom.

"We're going to leave soon," Dean stated simply, hoping he could leave after that. Boy, was he wrong.

"Where are you going?" She questioned, stepping out of the bathroom wrapped in only a towel, using another towel to dry her hair.

Dean's breath hitched in his throat as he admired the woman standing before him, immensely grateful that she couldn't see him due to the long, wet hair in her face. He must've gotten lost in his thoughts because next thing he knew she was standing closer than before, her small hand waving over his face.

"Dean, hello?" Katalina sing-songed, snapping him out of his gaze.

"Um, what?" Dean queried, a confused look appearing on his face to disguise the fact that he was eyeing her up and down.

"Where are you and Sam going?" She repeated once more, her expression now mirroring his.

"Uh, the next town over. Werewolf case," he replied finally, trying to say as little as possible so he could get out of there before he got himself into an uncomfortable position.

"Ah."

"Yeah, um, well, we should, we should probably get going so…"

"Okay. Don't die on me now," she teased, her signature smirk playing on her lips.

Dean chuckled, pleased she lightened the mood, "Yeah, I'll try," he said as he gladly exited the room.

'Did she look that good when we slept together?' Dean thought trying to imagine her that night in Mystic Falls, unable to conjure up the image to his dismay.

A/N: So I felt like I should end it there on an interesting note which is why I stopped it there, hope you enjoyed.