Serena was 99% sure that Dean Winchester was the most infuriating man she had ever met in her entire life.

Dean was 100% sure that his plan was working and Serena would give up on her stupid quest to join him by the end of the week.

"Do you do anything besides sit around drinking beer and watch baseball?" Serena yelled at him as he burped loudly and turned up the T.V.

"Yeah sometimes I watch porn too." Dean shot back loudly." Maybe you'd like to join me sometime." He gave her a leering smile and Serena wrinkled her nose in absolute disgust as she stomped to the bathroom.

"Fuck you!" She shouted as she slammed the bathroom door.

"If only you would!"

Serena leaned against the sink and stared at herself in the mirror. She tied her long golden hair in a loose bun and splashed water on her face. She had to stick it out; she had to get him to trust her otherwise all of this shit would be for nothing. He was the best, or at least that was what everyone told her, and she needed him in order to find the bastards that had killed everyone and everything she loved.

Dean glanced at the closed bathroom door and hoped that she was planning how to find a ride home. He didn't know where she was from, Serena was a mystery to him, but he didn't really care. He worked alone and that was final. He really didn't need some leggy blonde slowing him down.

Serena came storming out of the bedroom. "I'm going to bed." She announced unplugging the T.V. forcefully and stomping to her bed.

Dean rolled his eyes with a smirk and settled into his own bed, quickly drifting off to sleep.

Serena waited for him to start snoring before she too drifted off to sleep.

"I hate the end of summer." Nate told her as the watched the sunset.

"That's because it means fall is coming and school's starting." Serena teased running her hands through his hair.

"Summer makes me think of you." He told her as he pulled her off the blanket, running towards the ocean. "You are my sunshine." She squealed as he picked her up and twirled her in the surf.

"I love you Nathaniel Archibald." She said as he set her feet firmly back on the ground. He winked at her as he slowly lowered himself onto one knee and reached into his pocket reveling a tiny blue box. Serena gasped.

"Serena Cecilia van der Woodsen will you marry me?" He asked. Serena could barely speak as joy overwhelmed her.

"Yes! Oh Natie yes!" She said jumping into his arms and he slid the ring onto her finger. It had a sapphire in the center with diamonds on either side. She kissed him and laughed, deliriously happy.

Suddenly his eyes went dead and his head snapped around until his neck broke. His body fell into the water in front of her and Serena began to scream.

"Nate! Nate! No!" She screamed over and over again.

Serena woke tangled in her sweat soaked sheets. Her face was pressed against Dean's chest as he softly stroked her hair. "Nate. Nate." She whispered as tears rolled down her cheeks. Suddenly she remembered where she was and pushed Dean away before hurrying to the bathroom.

He watched her go. Her tears had stained his shirt and he couldn't help but want to make sure she was okay. He'd heard her screams and instinctively gone to comfort her, to protect her she sounded so afraid.

When Serena came back out of the bathroom he looked at her, really looked at her for the first time. He'd been trying to ignore her, pretend she didn't exist but now he saw her the pain in her eyes, the tension in her shoulders, and he wanted to help her.

"Bad dream?" Dean asked. He remembered the nightmares Sam used to have about Jessica after she was murdered and he wondered what had happened to Nate.

"Just…it was nothing." She said climbing back into bed.

"Who's Nate?" Dean asked pressing further, he was curious. She visibly flinched at the mention of his name.

"Just a guy I used to know." She replied before rolling over and pulling the covers up to her chin. Dean paused for a moment before returning to his own bed. Starting to wonder if maybe it was something more than thrill seeking that had caused Serena to seek him out.

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They were hunting a shape shifter. An old friend of Bobby's had called to ask for help and after meeting with her Dean was sure that they were dealing with a shape shifter, or a fucking identity stealer as Dean called them, it was obvious that one had wronged him in the past.

So here they were sitting in the Impala outside the biggest house in Charlotte, Vermont where a party for the new mayor was in full swing. Bobby's friend was sure that the shifter was going to choose his next victim at the bash, so they had to act fast.

"Here." Dean said handing her a handheld video camera. "Mingle, pretend to tape a video tribute for the mayor, watch for laser eyes it's the only way to spot a shifter." Serena nodded as she took the camera from him.

"Where'd you get this?" She asked recognizing a top of the line camera when she saw one.

"Ghostfacers." He replied shortly obviously not willing to elaborate further.

"And what are you going to do rub one out?" She asked with a glare.

"Oh baby I don't have to take care of myself, if you know what I mean." He winked at her and she shot him a look of disgust. "I'll be watching for the signal. Close the camera, work some charm on the old boy, then get him outside so that we can ice the fucker. Unless of course you can't handle it." He offered the last sentence as a challenge.

"I can handle it." Serena assured him with a final glare she slid out of the car. She paused to smooth down her red Herve Leger dress in the doorway, mostly for Dean's benefit. The dress was tight and clung to her every curve, the back was open and Serena knew she looked hot. Blair had picked it out for her and she'd never had a chance to wear it before. She flicked her high ponytail and moved swiftly to the door.

Dean leaned forward and watched her hips swing as she walked. He had to admit the girl was hot as hell. That dress was amazing on her and her black three inch "Fuck me now" heels made her legs look miles long. "Damn girl." He mumbled to himself as he waited another two minutes before following her into the party.

As soon as she entered the party Serena felt her old mask slide back into place. She was once again the smiling, Golden Princess of the Upper East Side. She moved seamlessly from group to group asking or people to record personal messages while checking for batshit crazy laser eyes on the screen.

Dean entered and moved toward the bar. He ordered a whiskey as he watched Serena glide through the party. It was like watching an entirely different person then the one who had he'd been sharing a motel room with for the past two weeks. Dean was suddenly curious about where she came from and who she'd been. All eyes in the room were on her and it wasn't just because of her dress. Serena seemed to have a natural light that he'd never seen before, like she'd kept it hidden until now.

Serena approached the next group and smiled her mega watt smile at the man in the center. He was surrounded by a gaggle of women who all seemed to be fawning over him.

"Care to record a message for the new mayor?" She asked the man with her sexiest smile making sure to angle her body just right.

"Arthur." The man said raising his glass, Serena's smile broadened as she noticed the laser like eyes. "Great party." He smiled and took a sip of his drink while leering at Serena.

"Thanks." She said before turning to move away, a hand on her arm stopped her.

"Have a drink with me?" He asked and the women began to drift away obviously noticing that the shifter's attention had shifted to Serena. "Here Cheri." He said handing her a glass of champagne from a nearby tray.

"How kind." Serena said giving him an innocent look from behind her lashes. He was eating it up. She softly closed the camera and moved closer to him. Adrenaline began pumping through her veins at being so close to a dangerous creature.

Dean downed his second drink as a woman sidled up to him. He smiled at her in a disinterested way. Her makeup was too thick and her breasts to fake for his taste but he figured a little flirtation might help pass the time.

"Would you like to join me outside for a walk?" The shifter asked Serena. She glanced at Dean who appeared to be engrossed in talking to some cheap looking cougar. She smiled at the man and nodded her assent. She could more than handle herself and she was going to prove it to Dean. The shifter placed a hand on the small of her back to lead her outside.

Dean was seriously considering shooting himself after listening to his admirer prattle on for the last ten minutes. He glanced up to check on Serena and scanned the room twice before realizing that she wasn't there. "Fuck" He exclaimed pushing past the cougar and making a beeline for the patio door. He had to find her before anything happened to her, he couldn't handle the guilt of more blood on his hands.

Serena and the shifter moved away from the house and she pretended to listen to him prattle on about his business in town and his boat on the Atlantic by his beach house. She didn't have a weapon, there was nowhere to hide it in this outfit but she figured that surprise would be on her side if she could just get the upper hand on him.

"Ow!" She exclaimed suddenly. "I think my shoe's stuck." Serena grabbed her ankle and pretended to pull on it. The shifter leaned down to help her and Serena waited until his head was even with her knee before she smashed it into his face. The shifter staggered slightly and pressed his hand against the bleeding gash.

"Bitch!" He yelped and Serena smiled. She drew back her arm and punched him the face, he fell to the ground and she kicked him in the gut. Her knuckles were bleeding but she didn't care, she felt alive and powerful. She punched the shifter again before he jumped up and grabbed her. Serena lifted her knee and hit him in the gut but he barely flinched this time as he pulled a knife from his jacket pocket and moved it to her neck. A thrill went through and Serena couldn't help but smile.

"Let her go." Dean's voice cut across the dark lawn and Serena saw him standing ten yards, his gun pointed at the shifter. His eyes were as cold as steel.

"And why would I do that?" The shifter asked pressing the knife harder against Serena's skin and she closed her eyes, contemplating her options.

"Because I'll blow your fucking brains out." Dean replied coolly, cocking the gun.

"But you might hit her." The shifter teased leaning his face against Serena's.

"Collateral damage." Dean replied with a steely coldness to his voice that sent shivers up Serena's spine. She decided it was now or never and she thrust her elbow hard against the shifter's stomach. His hold on her loosened in the shock of the blow and she stumbled away as Dean leveled a shot at the shifter's head. The bullet entered cleanly and he fell to the ground, lifeless.

"What the fucking hell were you thinking?" Dean asked as he grabbed her arm, sure that someone had heard the gunshot and called 911. He knew better then to stick around for the police to show up.

"Well maybe if you hadn't been so busy trying to get some skanky cougar to help you rub one out then you would have noticed the signal." Serena shot back running after him across the lawn. Her knuckles were bleeding, her dress was torn, and her muscles were sore. She hadn't felt this alive in years.

"Fuck." Dean said as he saw police cars pull up in front of the house. He pushed Serena into the shadows, up against the house. "Next time try not to fuck things up." He said and Serena just glared at him, adrenaline still coursing through her veins.

Dean was pressed up against her body and Serena felt the adrenaline begin to pool between her thighs. She hadn't been with anyone since Nate's murder and now it seemed that her body was demanding to get some, blow off some steam.

Dean could feel Serena's breasts pressing against his chest. Her breathing was heavy and his hands were on her slim waist. Normally after icing a bad guy Dean had to relax with a cold beer and some tunes as the adrenaline pumped out of his veins. Tonight however his brain seemed to have other ideas about how to blow off some steam.

Serena slowly slid her hands up Dean's chest, feeling his hard muscles ripple underneath her hands. Dean moved in closer to her and his hands pressing her firmly against the wall. Serena could fell the hard bricks scratching her back and the pain was only making the ache she felt worse.

Her hands were on his face now and his body was flush against her. Serena found herself staring at his full lips. She imagined how they would feel all over her. In the background there was a woman screaming, obviously they'd found the body.

"We should get out of here." Dean said his eyes glued to her soft mouth and his hands sliding up towards her breasts.

"Yeah." Serena agreed as his hands pressed against her hard nipples and she could feel his hardness pressed against her leg. "They might find us."

Dean didn't know who moved first but suddenly his mouth crashed against hers. The kiss was frantic and hot. Any second the police officers could come around the corner and find them hiding in the bushes but neither one cared.

Dean's hands slid down to the backs of Serena's knees and pulled them up, wrapping her legs around his waist. He imagined those damn heels pressed against his ass and he groaned as he felt her wet panties rub against his hard length. He pushed the hem of her dress higher so that it was bunched around her hips.

Serena's hands moved to his belt undoing it quickly. Dean slid a finger against her wet folds and Serena let out a low moan. Her deft fingers undid the fly of his jeans and she slid her fingers underneath the waistband of his boxers. Her small hand circled his length moving slowly up and down. She moved her hands back to his hips and started to push his boxers down. Dean pressed himself against her and Serena moaned again. She slid his boxers down far enough to let his hard cock out and Dean poised himself at her entrance. Just as he was about to thrust into her, a bright light being shone on them rudely interrupted Dean's movement.

"What the?" Dean asked, as he turned slightly glad that Serena's legs were covering him.

The police office holding the flashlight cleared his throat and the other one gave Dean an impressed nod. Serena buried her face in Dean's shoulder and he couldn't tell if she was embarrassed or disappointed.

"Sorry folks, we just heard some, ah noises coming from over here and well, we…" The flashlight-wielding officer was obviously embarrassed.

"Well, could you maybe give us a minute?" Dean snapped, pissed about being interrupted.

"Come on." The other officer said dragged his partner away and Serena let out a soft giggle. Dean quickly lowered her to the ground and refastened his pants.

"We really do have to go now." He said and grabbed her hand making a beeline for the Impala and quickly driving to the motel where they grabbed their shit and disappeared into the night.