"Wake up Kid." I opened my eyes to Dean standing over me. "Time to hit the road." I tried to stretch but every part of my body ached.

"Always hurts worse the next day. Can you get up by yourself?" He asked. I nodded and slowly lifted my body so I was standing. "Sam's outside. We're all ready to go." I went outside to see Sam loading the last bag in the trunk.

"How you feeling?" He asked me.

"I'll survive."

The ride was uncomfortable. I could still feel the glass embedded in my skin and every bump along the road felt the need to remind me they were there. The ride was silent except for the music and that was fine by me. I had no idea how the hell I was going to earn their trust and used the time to gather my thoughts.

Four hours later I had no ideas and I was staring at a door that seemed to open into a hill. "Where are we?"

"Home sweet bunker." Dean said. I followed him inside and felt as if I were walking backwards in time. The place looked a like a crazy billionaires bomb shelter.

"You guys live here?"

"We sort of inherited it." Said Dean.

"It's safe from pretty much anything supernatural." Sam added.

"Demons?" They both nodded. "Well I guess that's a plus. Is there somewhere I can take a shower?"

"Follow me." Sam answered. As we walked through the hallway I noticed their hideout seemed too big for just them.

"Is it just the two of you here?"

"Yeah. You can shower in here. Towels are on the shelf."

"Thanks. Are you sure it's alright for me to be here? I don't know if it's a good idea."

"Don't worry. We'll figure out why the demons want you and then you'll be back doing whatever it was you were doing before." His face fell a little. "What were you doing in that town?"

"Nothing." I laughed. "Running away from my problems I guess. I'd only been there for a few days."

"Any problems we should know about?"

"Nope, my demons aren't the supernatural kind, or at least they weren't until yesterday. They're the old fashion, I wish I could turn off the crap in my head kind." I was surprised by the sympathetic look on his face, but it quickly changed to concern. "No need to worry, I'm not some insane person who hears voices. I just don't like to be stuck with my own thoughts in one place for too long." We stood there in awkward silence for about a minute before I couldn't take it anymore. "Well, as great as this conversation was I think I'm going to take a shower now."

I went into the bathroom and shut the door. Great, I'm supposed to be gaining their trust and Sam probably thinks I'm crazy now. I undressed and was finally able to get a good look at the damage from the window. I needed to get the glass out. I looked around until I found some tweezers and began the painstaking process of removing the shards. I couldn't reach some of the cuts on my back so I gave up and got in the shower.

The first part of my plan had worked. Which was great, but I didn't have a second part. I needed to come up with a compelling enough reason for them to let me stay. I'm sure it won't take long for them to realize no more demons are after me. The last thing I wanted was a pissed off King of Hell on my ass.

When I made my deal I knew he'd been King of the Crossroads. He had been very proud of the title and made sure I was aware of the fact it was practically an honor to have him there. The second time I encountered him was on the day before my eighteenth birthday. I was holed up in a fancy hotel room. I usually didn't use my deal for things that extravagant, but it was for my birthday. I wasn't going to get many more so I decided to make the most of the ones I would have.

"Are you not a tad young for that?" I was raiding the minibar when I heard him. Even though I hadn't heard his voice since that night it was one I'd never forget.

"I only have seven years left. Might as well make the most of them." I poured the contents of one of the bottles into the glass.

"Darling, that is hardly making the most of them." He snapped and a bottle of dark liquid appeared in his hands. "Try this." I handed him the other empty cup and he poured me glass. I took a hesitant sip, but hummed in approval when it went down smooth. Smoother than anything I'd ever had before.

"What is it?"

"My personal favorite." When I looked up he was lounging on the couch with a glass of his own. "How's your deal treating you?"

"Fine."

"Just fine?"

"Great?" I said unsure of where he was going with this.

"It's been three years, done anything interesting?"

"Nothing comes to mind."

"Really? Because a little black soul in Hell I was torturing mentioned how a dark haired girl trussed him up and did unspeakable things to him for two whole days before finally killing him. I let him speak about it, I do love a good torture story, and he went into quite a lot of detail. I have to admit it sounded bloody brilliant." I couldn't look him in the eye. "So much I wanted to find the perverse little thing that dealt it out and make her a deal. Imagine my surprise when I learned her name." He cleared his throat, the sound was impatient. I looked up, there was genuine fascination in his eyes.

"Is that why you're here?"

"Tell me, why did you do it?"

"I wanted him to be dead."

"If you wanted him dead you would have killed him. It's quite easy, no need for all the fuss. Why'd you go to such great lengths to make sure he suffered. I mean, for a human, the creativity alone was genius. And the patience you must poses to peel him apart like that, piece by piece."

"He deserved it."

Recognition flashed across his face. "Ahh, I see. You were you of the ones –"

"Is there something you wanted?" I didn't want him to finish that thought.

"Not that I haven't already made a deal for." He stood and I looked away. I jumped slightly when I felt his hand on my face. He turned my head so I was looking at him.

"Have a happy birthday love." Then he was gone, the only thing he left behind was the bottle of liquor.

I carefully patted myself dry so I didn't irritate the cuts. Luckily they were all pretty shallow except one on my back. It had reopened in the shower and probably needed a few stitches. I wrapped myself in the towel and went to look for Sam. Maybe he would be willing to stitch me up.

I followed the path back to the library but there was no sign of Sam or Dean. I decided to return to the bathroom and try to bandage it for now. On the way I heard music coming from one of the closed doors. I knocked, but there was no answer so I decided what the hell and went in. As soon as I opened the door a gun was pointed at me.

"Why are you prepared to shoot whatever walks through the door? I thought this place as safe from monsters."

"You can never be too careful."

"Have you seen Sam?" Dean eyed me questioningly. He was probably wondering why I was looking for his brother in nothing but a tiny towel. "The cut on my back still has some glass in it. I was going to see if he could take it out. I think maybe it needs stitches too."

"He went to the store."

"Oh, would you mind?" I lowered the towel covering me so the gash on my back was showing.

"Yeah, come on." I followed him back to the library. He pulled out bag of first aid supplies and handed me a bottle of whiskey. "We don't have any pain killers."

"This will be fine." I opened the bottle and took a few swigs.

I winced a little when he pulled out the tiny pieces of glass but it wasn't that bad. He decided I did need stitches, but only five. When he was finished I had drank most of the bottle. I handed back to him and he frowned.

"Sorry. I'll get some more next time we go out."

"Don't worry about it. There's more in the kitchen. That's one thing we always stay stocked up on." I got up off the chair and Deans eyes took in my barely clothed state. "Why don't you go get dressed and I'll grab another bottle."

"About that, I, uhh, really hate to ask, but I don't have any clothes. Do you have a shirt or something I can wear until I can wash mine?"

I wasn't sure why, but he looked a little uncomfortable with that idea. "Sure. I probably have something."

I watched as Dean went through his dresser eventually pulling out an old red and white flannel shirt. "Do you own anything that isn't flannel?" I asked.

"Beggars shouldn't be choosers."

"Fair point." I motioned with my finger for him to turn around but he didn't get the message. "Do you mind?" I asked.

He spun to face the wall and I removed my towel and put on Deans shirt. It rested about three inches below my butt and pulled apart a little where it went over the swell of my breasts. Not ideal, but all the important parts were covered. "You're the first naked girl that's been in here. It's kind of unfair I don't get at least a peek."

"Sometimes life just isn't fair. Is there somewhere I can wash my clothes?"

"Yeah, I'll show you."

After my clothes were put in the washer, I wanted to start on another bottle of whiskey. Even though it was only noon it wasn't too hard to convince Dean to join me.

"Come on, we can make a game out of it. Two lies and a truth?"

"Isn't that a game for more than two?"

"It'll be a good way to get to know more about each other."

"Fine, I'll go first. If you chose wrong, you drink."

"If I chose correctly, you drink."

"Got it. I was born in Kansas, I can't swim, and my favorite food is pie."

"I think you made that one too easy. No way a hunter can't swim. That's survival skill." Dean drank confirming I was correct.

"I ran away before I was sixteen, I'm allergic to strawberries, and my favorite band is AC/DC." I said.

"No way someone your age has taste that good in music."

"Wrong. I found a bunch of old tapes in the attic when I was a kid and fell in love."

"What's your favorite song?"

"Depends on my mood, right now I'd say Ride On. You're not very good at this game."

"Shut up. I've met an angel, I've come back from the dead, or I've shot a grenade launcher."

"Those all sound ridiculous." I pretended to think hard. I know the first two were true from the books, but if I was going to gain his trust I needed to lose. "People don't come back from the dead."

"One drink to you."

"No way. I don't believe you."

"It's true. The lie was the grenade launcher. I have one, haven't had a chance to use it though."

"I'll drink, but if your brother doesn't back up your story you're finishing the bottle. I can't drive a stick, I've never had a real boyfriend, and I make a mean apple pie."

"Never had a boyfriend? I call BS."

I raised my glass and smiled. "I've never been in a real relationship, drink up." His face was shocked.

"You've never dated anyone?" I shook my head Have you ever…?"

"Have I ever what Dean?"

"You know."

"I'm afraid I don't."

"Sex. You've never had sex?"

"Nope." I pooped the P and even though it wasn't my turn I took a long drink from my glass.

"How is that possible?" The look on his face was hilarious and I couldn't help but laugh.

"You are really quite gullible."

"So it was a lie?"

"Not the boyfriend thing, that was true. Briefly dated a guy in high school but that hardly counts. Of course I've had sex. I think I'd die if I went longer than a day without an orgasm." I laughed a little. "Although I guess I don't necessarily need sex for that. I could always take care of myself. But it's always more fun with a friend, right friend?"

Dean's face was still shocked. "I ugh, I can't." He stammered out.

"Relax Dean."

"What does Dean need to relax about?" Sam asked as he walked into the room.

"Orgasms." He looked back and forth between us confused but didn't say more. "The next time one of you goes out can I come? I need to get some clothes and basic necessities."

"Yeah. I picked you up a toothbrush and a few other things I thought you might need."

"Thanks, but I wish you wouldn't have. I don't have any way to pay you back."

"It's alright. I spent less than ten dollars."

"I appreciate it. My clothes should be ready for the dryer about now." I got up and left the room but stayed in the hall out of sight so I could listen to them talk.

"Why were you guy talking about orgasms?" Sam asked Dean.

"She brought them up."

"I saw how you were looking at her at the bar."

"That was when I thought we were never going to see her again. Now that she's staying here it doesn't have the same appeal." Sam scoffed. "Sammy what are you trying to say? That I'm incapable of not sleeping with her."

"Pretty much."

Sam didn't answer but I heard one of the chairs move across the floor so I tip toed quickly to the room with the laundry.

A few minutes later Dean came in as I was laying my panties on the ironing board to dry. "Are you done with the washer?"

"All yours." I moved out of the way so he could put his clothes in but didn't leave. "Sorry if I made you uncomfortable earlier. I didn't mean to."

"I wasn't."

"I mean, I get it." I smiled as my voice turned teasing. "I'm sure a lot of guys can't give a girl an orgasm. It's nothing to be embarrassed about."

He turned to face me. "What?"

"You know, you said 'I can't' so I assumed you meant make a girl come." He stepped towards me. Even though the look on my face made it clear I was joking, he was not amused. The predatory look in his eyes made me back up until I hit the ironing board.

"You think you're pretty funny don't you?"

"I've been known to make a few people laugh here and there." He was only a few inches in front of me now. I could feel the heat from his body.

"If you would have let me into your room last night you would have seen exactly how capable I am." He leaned against me so the bottom half of our bodies were pressed against each other. The rough material of his jeans were rubbing against the bare skin of my legs.

"Well don't worry, after you left I took care of myself." He was staring at me now, desire evident in his face. When he looked like he was about to give in he turned his head away then inhaled sharply. "What are those?" I glanced over and laughed inwardly.

"They're too delicate for the dryer."

"You're not wearing any..." He said each word slow like it took a great amount of concentration to stay focused.

"I only have the one pair." He groaned and I couldn't keep my giggle inside this time. Until I heard someone clearing their throat from the doorway. Our heads both snapped to see Sam standing in the doorway. Dean jumped back like I'd shocked him.

"I'm going out." He said then left.

"Is there something going on I should know about?" Sam asked.

"Other than me teasing your brother who is quite easy to work up? Nope."

"I don't want anything to get awkward if you guys get too close."

"No worries there Sam." He looked skeptical. "I'm a love 'em and leave 'em kind of girl. Since you guys are keeping me alive the leave 'em part is currently off the table. And I'm sorry, but your brother is way too easy to tease. I got to get my entertainment somewhere. I doubt this place has cable." I tried to walk past him gracefully but stumbled a little.

"How much did you guys drink?"

"Not that much."

"You smell like a like a liquor store."

"You sure know how to make a girl feel special."

"How about we get some food in you."

Dean returned after Sam and I finished eating lunch. Sam called it lunch. I'd liken it more to rabbit food. Don't get me wrong, I love a good salad, but this was an appetite teaser. I needed something with more substance.

"Where'd you get off to?" Sam asked Dean when he walked into the kitchen.

Dean threw a grease stained bag of fast food on the table. "To get lunch."

"Thea and I already ate." Before the words were out of Sam's mouth I had torn into the bag and unwrapped a burger.

"Thanks Dean." I said through a mouthful of food. "What's your guys' deal?" They both looked at me in confusion. "I mean, I thought hunters were old drifters that drove though the country killing things. Not two guys living in a secret underground lair. You guys are like Batman, but without the tech."

"And without the money." Dean added.

"We used to live out of motels, even the car sometimes, but we recently inherited this place. It's perfect for us. Nowhere else would have had built in warding." Sam said.

"Well, in case I didn't say it enough already, thanks for the help. I do appreciate it."

"No problem." Sam said.

"How are you guys going to help? I get that I'm safe in here, but I can't stay locked up forever. How do we get the demons off my trail?"

"We have to figure out why they are attacking you first. Do you have any ideas?" I shook my head.

"Have you noticed anything weird in the past few weeks?" Dean asked.

"Not until the waitress at that diner tried to off me."

"We'll figure it out." Sam assured me.