A/N: All chapter titles are quotes from Dean or Serena that's why they're kind of random.

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Dean pressed the gun firmly against Serena's body, he was too tired and weary to take chances anymore. Sam would tell him he was too jumpy that he needed to relax but it wasn't worth it to take a deep breath or smell the flowers.

"How the hell do you know who I am?" Dean demanded his eyes fierce with rage.

"Why don't you put the gun away so we can talk." Serena suggested matching his fierce gaze with one of her own, Blair would have been so proud.

"Not happening babe." Dean said moving closer to her. Serena rolled her eyes, she should have known he would be a stubborn bastard.

"You're the second most stubborn person I have ever met." Serena practically snarled at him as she lifted the hem of her dress. Dean figured she was trying to distract him so he tried to focus on the wall behind her instead. "Look you moron I'm not what you think I am."

Dean glanced down swiftly and right above her rather flattering black lace panties was a very familiar tattoo, he had an identical one on his shoulder. He slowly lowered the gun, figuring if she wasn't a demon then he'd be able to overpower her easily.

"No wonder everyone stays away from you." Serena said smoothing out her dress and fixing her hair. "Are you usually this trigger happy?"

"I'll be asking the questions here." Dean said replacing his gun in its shoulder holster. Yeah it was a little Law & Order but it beat shoving it down his pants, couldn't take the risk with Little Dean. "Now who the fuck are you and how the fuck do you know who I am?"

"A mutual friend told me where to find you." Serena replied jutting her chin out definitely and giving coy smile. Blair would have been proud.

"Who?" Dean asked consulting the short list of people who would actually know where he was.

"They asked to remain anonymous. Obviously they know about your quick trigger finger."

"Fine, then who are you and what the hell do you want?" Dean demanded still trying to figure out who would have sent him a hot leggy blonde.

"Serena." She hesitated trying to decide on a last name. Hunters talked and most knew the name of the only survivor of the New York Massacre, she couldn't risk Dean getting wise to her ulterior motives. "Archibald and I want to join you." Serena responded and Dean raised an eyebrow, he was partially surprised and partially annoyed. "I thought we could work together."

"I work alone." Dean replied sharply moving past her towards the Impala. Obviously he thought their conversation was over.

"Black River Canyons." Serena called after him. Even though Jo wasn't in support of her plan she had guaranteed her that it would be a success. She'd been sketchy on the details but Jo said that Dean owed her one for something that had gone down in Black River Canyons.

"Fucking Jo." Dean hissed under his breath as he turned around to face her again. "Fine, but this is not fucking Karate Kid I'm not the damn sensei training you to fulfill your destiny. You can't slow me down." He was obviously pissed that she had pulled a trump card on him.

"I can handle myself." Serena assured him confidently. Never underestimate yourself Chuck had told her once then people will see you as weak, confidence is your best weapon.

Dean just shrugged and got into the car. Serena quickly moved to the BMW and got her bags, sliding back into her jacket and scarf as she went. She slid lithely into the passenger seat. Dean barely looked at her as he put the car into gear and drove out of the parking lot and into the night.