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WARNING: There is a reason this fanfic is rated M and the reason starts in this chapter. Please do not read on if adult situations and swearing offends you.

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CHAPTER THREE: ARE YOU TRYING TO GET YOURSELF KILLED?!

Dean woke to the sound of the shower running. Normally, he would have never heard it, but today it seemed as though it were so loud even the neighbors could have heard it through the thin walls. Slowly, he sat up, looking around the room. Sam was nowhere in sight, so Dean figured he was the one in the shower.

Vaguely, he recalled a girl showing up in the backseat of his Impala and telling him that she was sent to make sure that he didn't go to Hell. However, as he looked around the room, there was no sign of her. He lay back down, closing his eyes and smiling at himself. It had all been a dream. Jaimie wasn't real. just a hot fantasy girl you cooked up in that nasty little head of yours, you dog, Dean chuckled to himself. And she was hot. God, was she hot. He wondered if he had seen her in a magazine he had looked at lately.

His thought drifted away as he heard the water turn off. He opened his eyes just in time to see Sam come out of the bathroom, his towel hanging loosely on his hips. Today, however, Dean noticed Sam was a little more cautious about walking around in only his towel. "What's the matter, Sammy?" Dean asked, preparing to make a joke about why Sam was clinging to his towel so desperately.

Before Sam could answer, the door swung open. Dean's mouth dropped open when he saw a beautiful woman slip through, food in hand. Quickly, once he realized his mouth had been hanging open, he slammed it shut with an audible snap! It was her; Jaimie. He hadn't been dreaming. Closing his eyes against the now painful erection that had formed beneath the sheets, Dean bit his lower lip, trying to calm himself down.

"Breakfast, boys?" Jaimie asked, lifting her arms so they could see the bags more clearly. "I have coffee, too." She smiled as she watched Sam grip his towel tighter, turning his knuckles even more white, if that was even possible.

"Uh, sure," Sam stuttered. "Just l-let me get dressed f-first." He hurried to the bathroom, taking a pile of clothing with him as he closed the door.

Once Sam was gone, Jaimie turned her attention to Dean. "So, Winchester, you hungry?"

Dean stood up, feeling like his usual self once again. "Always." He walked over to her and took one of the bags out of her hands, sitting on the table with his breakfast. "Where's that coffee you promised?"

"I believe I said I have coffee. Not I promise coffee," Jaimie corrected. "And it's for me. Get your own coffee."

Dean looked back at her. "So, you're going to down three coffees all by yourself."

Jaimie shrugged. "What can I say? I'm an addict." She smiled. Finally, she handed Dean one of the Styrofoam cups she had been holding. "Careful, it's hot."

Dean looked at her, allowing his eyes to trail up and down her body. "Don't worry, sweetheart," he assured. "It's not the only hot thing in this room I have to worry about." He winked at her.

"Yeah? I know, right? Sam's such a doll." She smiled at him as he frowned. She knew who he had been talking about, but there was no way she was going to allow him to start hitting on her. He was famous where she came from. Everyone up there had wanted his case; only because he was gorgeous and they wanted to see if they could get him to have sex with them. If Jaimie was like her co-workers, she knew she could have had him in the sack already. But she wasn't. To her, this was business and nothing more. Winchester was her last case. Once she sealed the deal with him, she got her wings and became a real angel. Therefore, in her mind, there was no time to play around.

Finally, Sam walked out of the bathroom, fully clothed. He walked over to the table and took his seat opposite Dean. Slowly, he dug into the bag and pulled out his breakfast. Once he was finished, he threw away the bag and the plates the diner had provided them with. Then, he looked at Jaimie. "Thanks for the breakfast. And the coffee. Normally, I have to do all that stuff while Dean sleeps."

"You're welcome, Sam," Jaimie smiled. She turned her attention to Dean. "At least someone appreciates my hospitality."

"I appreciate it. I just don't voice my opinion about it," Dean answered, smiling at Jaimie. What was it about this girl that had him so intrigued. It was because she was showing little interest in him; it had to be the reason. Normally, girls lined up to be with him, but Jaimie, she was different. At that moment, he made it his job to make this girl want him so badly she wouldn't be able to stand it. He smiled to himself as he thought of his victory.

"Dean? Are you going to stand there like an idiot smiling at yourself, or are you going to get dressed, get in that little car of yours and drive to the next hunt?" Jaimie asked, pulling Dean out of his happy place.

Dean shot her an angry look as he walked into the bathroom, taking a quick shower before pulling on clean clothing. He stepped out of the bathroom, rubbing his wet hair with the towel he was using. "So, do we know where this next hunt is, or are we just going to drive around aimlessly until we find something?"

Suddenly, Sam's phone rang. After fishing around in his pocket a few seconds, Sam pulled the device out and flipped it open. "Hello?" There was a pause as the other person spoke. "Oh, hey Bobby, what's going on?" Another pause as Bobby spoke. "Really? How many?" Pause. "That many, huh? Well, yeah, Dean and I are about two hours away, we can swing in and take care of it." Pause. "yeah, no problem, Bobby." Pause. "Uh-huh. Bye."

Sam snapped his phone shut, walking to his duffel and packing his stuff inside. "Bobby picked up a few demons in Pittsburgh. I told him we would go take care of it."

"Yeah, I heard," Dean said, also packing. "How many?"

"About sixty."

"Sixty?! That's a few, Sam?"

Sam shrugged. "Well, I figured we could split up. You know, you take thirty and I'll take thirty?"

Dean smiled. "Yeah. Let's do that, Sammy." He rolled his eyes. "Oh, wait, that's suicide! Sam, where's your head?"

"I just thought you'd want the hunt, is all, Dean. Hey, if you don't want it, I'll call Bobby back and tell him to get someone else."

"No. We'll go. But we're not separating."

"Fine." Sam left the room, thinking that he would get Dean to agree on the way there. Separating and taking the demons on that way was the smartest thing right now. They didn't have time to fight together; these things needed to be taken care of.

Sam tossed his duffel in the trunk, walking up to passenger door and leaning against it, waiting for Dean and Jaimie to come out of the room. Suddenly, a woman was standing in front of him; Ruby. "Jesus, Ruby, you scared the hell out of me! What are you doing here?"

"I came here because I know about the demons you're planning on going to kill," Ruby informed. "You need my help, Sam."

"Well, it would be nice. Are you in?"

"Of course I am. I can't let anything happen to you, now can I?"

Sam smiled. He trusted Ruby, although he probably shouldn't. But he couldn't help it. Time after time, she was becoming a regular part of his life. She had actually saved him from the seven sins he, Dean and Bobby had fought. So, why wouldn't he trust her? Dean, that's why. Dean would never understand; would never try to understand.

Dean was out the door first, followed by Jaimie who pulled the motel room door shut. Casually, Dean threw his duffel in the trunk and slammed it shut. Then, he walked to the driver's side and climbed into his car. "Come on, Sammy, we're wasting daylight."

Sam climbed into the car, glancing in the backseat at Jaimie. He was prepared for a fight as he braced himself for the conversation he was about to have with his brother about separating a taking the demons on.

The car pulled to a stop right in front of the building Bobby had told Sam about. The car ride had been less than pleasant after Dean agreed to split up; there was definite tension between the boys now. Jaimie was actually kind of glad that she was only going to be with Dean in this fight. She was a little worried for Sam since he had to go up against the demons by himself, but it wasn't her job to protect Sam; it was her job to protect Dean. And the job came first.

The boys stepped out of the car, eying the building. They moved to the trunk and pulled out all the vials of holy water they could carry in their pockets. Between the two of them, there had to be about fifty vials. No way the demons would die, but they would be in a lot of pain, at least. Finally, Sam pulled out a couple recorders from his jacket pocket. He handed one to Dean.

Dean looked at the recorder Sam was handing him. "What's this?" he asked, taking it.

"Your weapon. When the demons are all preoccupied, hit 'PLAY', and the incantation to exorcise them will start. Make sure none of them get out, so that means block the exits." Sam smiled at Dean. "Good luck, big brother." With that, Sam turned right, heading to the back of the building to catch the demons by surprise.

Dean wanted to follow Sam, but he knew he had his own work to do. Suddenly, he turned to Jaimie. "Follow Sam," he ordered.

Jaimie shook her head. "I can't. I'm here to protect you."

"I don't need protection. Follow Sam."

"No. Get over it. Now, come on, you have demons to kill."

Shaking his head, he turned to the front door. He threw a bag of rock salt at Jaimie. "Block the exits."

Jaimie caught the bag, rolling her eyes. The smell of sulfur was overpowering as they walked into the building. As soon as the door closed, Jaimie poured rock salt in front of the entrance. Then, she poured it in front of every escape route there was in the building, locking the demons in with them. She looked up at Dean, noticing he was wearing his game face. As she stared at him, she realized that all of her co-workers had been right; he was gorgeous.

Suddenly, Dean was tackled to the ground, fighting the whole way down. As Jaimie watched, she rolled her eyes again, thinking that he was an idiot. Before she knew what was going on, she was tackled, too. Unable to react fast enough, she was backhanded, sending blinding pain shooting through her head. The thing went to throw another punch, but she blocked it, kicking it in the stomach, knocking it off of her.

Dean was up, now, throwing punches left and right. Jaimie saw a demon coming at Dean, but he didn't see it, too busy fighting off another one somewhere. Still on the ground, Jaimie swung her legs out, wrapping her ankles around the demon's, knocking it to the ground. She crawled on top of it, punching it in the face multiple times.

Behind her she heard a grunt, followed by a clatter, and the tape recorder Dean had fell into Jaimie's view. Quickly, she scrambled over to it, grabbing it up as a demon strangled Dean. She slammed her finger on the 'PLAY' button, and Sam's voice instantly ran throughout the building.'

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica

Ergo, draco maledicte et omnis legio diabolica, adjuramus te,
cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque æternæ perditionìs venenum propinare
Vade, satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciæ, hostis humanæ salutis,
Humiliare sub potenti manu Dei, contremisce et effuge, invocato a nobis sancto et terribili Nomini
quem inferi tremunt
Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine.

Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica

Ergo, draco maledicte et omnis legio diabolica, adjuramus te ... cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque æternæ perditionìs venenum propinare

Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos."

As soon as the demons realized what was happening, they threw their hands to their ears and screamed, trying to escape. However, all of the exits had been sealed with rock salt, so they weren't going anywhere. The recording stopped, and all the demons were gone, sent back to Hell where they belonged. Dean let out a sigh of relief, glad that it was over and everything was okay. In the back of his mind, he began to worry about Sam again.

Sam was being straddled by a large man with a goatee. As he felt himself slipping into unconsciousness, Ruby brought the knife down into the man's back and he toppled onto Sam. He pushed the man off of him, grabbing the tape recorder that had been thrown out of his hands in the struggle.

"You better get out of here," he warned Ruby. Once she was gone, he hit the 'PLAY' button, and watched as all of the demons in the room were exorcised. He stood, feeling a little wobbly. He threw his arms out to his sides to balance himself. When he felt steady enough to move, he set off in the direction of the car, knowing that if Dean had made it, that was where he was going to be.

Dean smiled as he saw Sam coming toward the car. "Sammy?" he asked, his smile broadening. He walked over to his little brother, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "Come on, little brother," he said. "Let's get you back to the motel. You like Hell."

Sam chuckled, gasping at the pain that shot through his torso. He had a few broken ribs, he figured, knowing it was going to hurt like a son of a bitch for a few weeks now. But right now, that didn't matter. All that mattered was that he was there, alive, and he was with Dean again.

Jaimie helped Dean place Sam in the car, careful not to jar him too much because of his injuries. He would live, and that was all Dean was worried about. He had already sold his soul to get his brother back, and he didn't think he could offer it to the crossroads demon again if Sam were to drop dead. Therefore, Sam was going to have to be more careful.

By the time they got back to the motel, Dean was beat. Knowing Sam needed his rest, Dean gave him the more comfortable bed, taking his cell phone from his front pocket so it wouldn't bother him as he rested up. "Get some sleep, Sammy," Dean said, throwing a blanket over his legs. "We're leaving first thing in the morning."

As soon as Dean lay his head down on the pillow, Sam's phone rang. Angrily, he answered it. "Bobby, what do you need?" Dean perked up as he listened to Bobby explain the situation. Although he had just come from a fight, this new fight Bobby was describing made him just itch for another. It had been weeks since he had taken out a vampire, and a good beheading sounded like fun right about now. "You got it, Bobby," he answered with a smile on his face. "I'll handle it." He hung up the phone a jumped off the bed, pulling his boots back on.

Jaimie stepped in front of him as he tried to leave the motel. "What do you think you're doing, Winchester?" she asked hotly.

"There's a vamp nest about twenty minutes from here," Dean explained with a grin. "I'm going to take them out. All of them."

"By yourself?"

Dean looked over at Sam. "Well, unless you want to come, Princess, yeah. Sammy's not in any condition to be fighting again."

"And neither are you." She grabbed his wrist and spun him away from the door as he tried to leave again. "Are you trying to get yourself killed?!" she screamed.

"What's your problem?" Dean asked, shrugging her hand off of his wrist. "I'm fine. And I want to kill me some vampires."

"You're not fine! Dean, get some sleep. We can take the vamps in the morning. They're off their game then."

"No!" Dean shot back. "I'm going and you can't stop me."

"Wait!" Seeing that there was nothing else she could do to make him stay, she turned on her charm. "I-I mean, stay here...with me." She looked seductively into his perfect jade green pools, welding their bodies together. "You don't have to sleep. We could...do..." she slowly walked her fingers up his muscular arm, "...other things."

Dean looked down at her, smiling. "Yeah? What did you have in mind?" He bent his head down to kiss her, but she pushed him backwards, onto the bed. He groaned as his aching back hit the mattress, hard. But it was a good kind of pain.

Jaimie cursed herself for what she was about to do. This had not been her original plan. However, boys will be boys, and sometimes, they just don't like to listen. And that makes girl have to kick it up a notch and force boy to listen. Slowly, she crawled on top of Dean, straddling him.

He tried to kiss her again, but she placed one of her delicate hands on his chest and pushed him back down to the bed. Then, he tried to grab her and pull her closer to him, but she moved her hand and captured both of his wrists, pinning them to Dean's pillow; right next to the headboard. Dean moaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain as Jaimie tightened her grip on his wrists. "You're strong."

Jaimie leaned down, breathing into Dean's ear. "I know." Again, she moved so she could stare at his perfect eyes.

"I like that." He smiled, which almost sent Jaimie over the edge. However, she managed to keep her cool. She had to. After all, Dean's life kind of depended on it.

She gave him her most seductive smile. "So, are you going to be a good boy, Dean Winchester?"

Dean closed his eyes and bit his bottom lip as he felt Jaimie's free hand trailing down his chiseled chest, making it's way to his belt. Again, he moaned, more in pleasure this time. "Yeah. Mm-hmm. I promise."

"Good," she breathed, trying not to be turned on by this, however failing miserably. Why did she always have to get the bad cases? "Then, don't move."

Dean held as still as he possibly could, resisting the urge to buck his hips up and feel the friction his aching cock was screaming for. His fists dug into the sheets below him as he fought his body, desperately trying not move as Jaimie pulled his belt from the loops in his pants. Patiently, well, as patiently as his body was allowing him to be, he waited for her to continue.

Only she didn't. He opened his eyes as he felt the belt that was around his waist a second ago being tied around his wrists. He began to struggle under Jaimie. "What-What are you doing?" he asked, wiggling in an attempt to get free. Only it was too late. He was now bound the to the bed with his own belt. "Jaimie!"

She pulled herself from the bed, walking over to the table and sitting in her usual spot. "I'm sorry, Dean. But I can't let you go kill yourself in an attempt to take out the bad guy."

"Jaimie! Let me out!" Dean demanded, pulling at the belt. He hissed as the leather bit into his tender flesh.

"Dean, stop squirming around. You're going to wake up Sam. And I will let you out. Tomorrow morning."

"No! Let me out, now!"

"Struggling is only going to make it worse. Now, I suggest you get some sleep. I'm doing this for your own good."

"Jaimie!" Dean yelled again, continuing to struggle. She ignored him, however. After about an hour, he finally calmed down, allowing sleep to claim him, although his arms were aching from being pinned in the same position for so long.

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A/N: Review please if you want me to continue.