Chapter 7: Bloodstains Lead Me to You

A/N: If you have been following this story before the 17th of October, read this, if you haven't, ignore it: I have made a change in my OC's name, her name is now Katalina instead of Catalina, I hope no one minds but I liked those names better. The reason I changed the 'C' in her name to a 'K' is because many of the Mikaelsons have a 'K' in their name where there is usually a 'C'. For example Rebekah which is usually spelled as Rebecca or Kol which is usually spelled like Cole.

This chapter will just be a chapter that strengthens the relationship between Dean and Katalina.

Title is based off Hoops by The Rubens.

The boys had been gone for about three days now but Katalina wasn't worried. They had told her they would be gone for a while and that meant she would have the bunker all to herself. She'd never had any real peace and quiet in her thousand years of existence so she was going to take advantage of these few days. Not that she would go all crazy, in fact, all she had been doing was sleeping, watching TV, exploring the immensely large bunker and sometimes she ran out to the nearby hospital to get some blood bags, A negative of course, it was the only blood type that tasted sweet but at the same time, there was a tinge of sourness, like lemonade.

She had just been to said hospital and decided to walk back to the residence, taking her time to admire the neighbourhood. As she walked down the tree-lined path that led to the bunker doors, the intoxicating smell of blood hit her. Something was off. Walking a little faster, her eyes landed on the black Impala. The passenger door was left wide open, a blood trail leading away from it towards the bunker.

Rushing in through the fairly large doors, her eyes landed on a concerned Sam looking over a harshly wounded Dean who was placed on the couch, barely moving.

"Oh my god, Dean," she whispered to herself as she used her enhanced speed to rush down and stand next to the taller brother, her expression mirroring his.

"Sam, what happened?" She questioned, the concern in her voice, obvious.

"I, it, the werewolf, we-we had everything prepared, Dean was about to take a shot when another one of those things took the jump on him. It came out of nowhere and then both of them, they just took off," Sam shakily replied, glancing down at his older brother who was sporting a large gash straight across his chest, blood flowing out of it freely.

Katalina was lost for words. The brothers had never failed to impress her, sometimes she forgot they were simply human.

"Here," she said biting into her wrist, offering Dean her vain, "Drink some, it'll help."

"No, I'm fine," Dean muttered his words barely audible, his voice, shaky. He attempted to sit up, only to inflict more pain on himself, eliciting a groan.

"Dean you're clearly not fine, just drink the damn blood," Sam demanded, worrying for his brother's life.

"Sammy, I'm not taking help from a goddamn vampire," Dean attempted to growl, his voice coming out weak. Katalina pretended like that didn't hurt. She always hated it when people thought that just because she was this creature, she was evil. Sometimes she wished she could just help people without them thinking she had wrong intentions in mind.

"For once in your life could you not be so pig-headed," the younger brother almost yelled out, taking a moment to relax, "You know what, fine. I'll just stitch you up.

"No Sammy," Dean objected once more, "You need to go kill those sons of bitches, I'll be fine."

"Dean…"

"Sam, he's right," Katalina jumped in, "I can take care of Dean."

"I already told you, I don't wan–"

"I know what you said," she hissed at him, "Listen Sam, I worked for the ANC in 1941, I'll be able to stitch him up. You go and hunt down those bastards."

A silence enveloped the room as Sam weighed his options.

"Okay," he reluctantly answered, as he grabbed his weapons and headed towards the door, Kat following behind, "But call me if anything happens."

"Will do," she replied as she shut the metal door.

…

Dean groaned outwardly causing Katalina to flinch.

"Sorry," she apologised as she continued to stich up his wound.

After Sam had left, Kat had made a reluctant Dean take off his shirt as she collected the tools she needed before sitting on the couch beside him to begin stitching him up. She was only about halfway done and as she pulled each stitch through, Dean wished more and more that he had taken her vein, only his pride stopping him from asking.

"You sure you were a World War two nurse?" Dean half-teased as he watched her delicate form weaving the thread through his skin. She really was beautiful. No wait, what was he thinking? She's a vampire. Closing his eyes, Dean tried his best to imagine her with veins under her eyes and blooding dripping down her throat as she bore her hole in Sam's neck but her fragile form kept overtaking the gruesome imagery. Giving up, he stared back down at her trying to relish the moment.

"Ha ha very funny, but I was a nurse" she stopped her movements to gaze into the man's green eyes, "I may just have cheated more than a few times," she admitted, a guilty expression crossing her features before continuing with the stitching. As her glasz eyes left his, a strange feeling pulsed through him, but he couldn't quite figure out what it was.

"Well that much is obvious," he jested earning him a not-so-accidental stab in the gut with the small needle, "Ow! Hey, you did that on purpose!"

Her response was to only look back into his eyes, her favourite smirk playing at the corners of her mouth.

The rest of his stitches were completed in silence, Katalina oblivious to the small smile that she brought onto his face and Dean unaware that he was smiling in the first place.

"There, all done," she announced as she cut off the string before marvelling at her impressive handiwork on the man's chest. The loss of her touch brought the strange feeling back to Dean and caused him to groan inwardly.

"So, will I make it doc?" Dean asked, a smirk appearing on his face.

"Was he flirting?" Katalina pondered.

"I think you'll be just fine Mr. Winchester," she replied in a hushed tone, her expression very similar to his, neither breaking eye contact.

"Was I flirting back?"

The two continued to look into each other's eyes like in some sappy rom-com. The sound of rain hitting the ground broke them out of their trance and almost instantaneously, the two realised the awkwardness of the situation, averting their eyes. Katalina was the first to cut through it by clearing her throat.

"Uh, well, you should probably, um, go get some rest," she said as she rubbed the back of her neck, "You wouldn't want that wound opening up on you now."

"Not that I would mind your hands on me again," Dean mumbled to himself, almost inaudible as he carefully stood up.

"What?"

"What?"

"You said something."

"No I didn't."

"Yes, you did."

"You must be imagining things."

"Dean, you definitely said something."

"For the last time, sweetheart, I said nothing."

Neither spoke.

Kat sighed, "Whatever, Dean, just go to bed."

"You're the boss," he replied, brushing past her and walking towards the hallway that lead up to his room, smirking.

She advanced to the now vacant couch and began to clear up the bloody equipment, "Oh, by the way, next time try not to notice my hands on you."

The remark caused Dean to stop dead in his tracks, the smirk disappearing in an instant before continuing to walk, pretending not to take notice. She didn't have to look back to know he was flustered.

"Point to Mikaelson," she boasted to herself.

A/N: So there goes Chapter 7. Hopefully you liked it, I tried to make it flirty without it being too over the top. I'm praying that it worked.