11

Dean woke me up. I sat up and looked around, we were back at Bobby's. It was sometime before noon. We were greeted by Castiel and the two woman who I assumed were Jo and Ellen.

Dean took my hand and led me forward. "Dee, this is Ellen and Jo. Guys this is Dee." The way he had announced it was like he was showing me off, in a good way.

Ellen held her hand out and I shook it. "I've heard a lot about you. Especially your dagger and gun skills. Among other whispers from an angel." she smiled warmly.

Jo held her hand out next, "Maybe you could show us some of these dagger skills?"

I shrugged, "Sure." We all headed inside.

I excused myself and went to shower and changed into jeans and a simple t-shirt. I headed downstairs. Dean and Sam were at Bobby's desk. They were talking and didn't look like they wanted to be disturbed so I headed into the kitchen. Castiel was sitting at the table with a line of shots in front of him. He downed them all without flinching.

"Can angels even get drunk?" I asked.

"I don't know." Castiel said.

"That's what we wanna know." Jo replied.

"Mind if I have one." I asked.

Jo filled a shot glass and handed it to me and I downed it and held it out for her and she refilled it. I downed it again.

"Damn!" Ellen and Jo said together. "I did not see that coming!" Jo added.

"Why?" I snickered as she refilled the glass and I downed it again.

"No offense, hun, but you look like a cute little college girl who got lost, not like a girl who can throw daggers shoot guns, and drink." Jo replied.

I shrugged and took the beer that Ellen handed me. "I'm full of surprises."

"You have no idea." Dean, Sam, and Castiel said all at the same time.

Ellen and Jo busted out laughing, I blushed and walked out the back door.

I walked to the impala and grabbed my gun, bullets, and my practice daggers out of Aphrodite. I headed into the back where I had practiced before. I set up the gun and bullets.

"I'm sorry if we offended you." I heard Jo said softly as she approached me.

I took a sip from my beer and set it down on the makeshift table I used to hold my things when I practiced. "It wasn't you, or Ellen… or anyone really. Just me."

"Are you sure you should be doing that after those shots?" She asked

"I'm fine." Which I was.

"Okay… so… you and Dean, huh?"

"Yeah." I said quietly.

"Bobby said you fix that mustang out there yourself, that true?"

"Yup, rebuilt the engine twice."

"That's impressive. And you have a college degree?"

"Uh, yeah, psychology and english."

"And you started a charity after making bank in the stock market?"

I set my daggers down, which I had been checking. "Yes." I turned to her, picking up my beer.

"That's a lot of accomplishments." She said.

"I would say thank you, but I have a feeling this isn't you complimenting me." I said, not unkindly.

"I just think it's a bit much for someone like you. A bit hard to believe." She said, in a tone that challenged me.

"Dean's seen the pictures of both the rebuilds of my car, I also showed him my skills when I help him with the impala. I can bring out my laptop and show you my degrees, my accounts, and my licenses for my foundation. Just as easily as I pick up these daggers or that gun and hit a target. Which one do you want me to prove?"

She downed her beer then flipped it in her hand, holding the neck. I eyed her then turned picked up my bottle, downed my beer in a few swigs and tossed it gently to her. I turned around quickly picked up my revolver in one my left hand, already loaded, and a dagger in my right.

I didn't even turn around fully before she tossed both as hard in the air as she could. I aimed the gun at one and fired, aiming and fling my dagger in my right hand at the other bottle. Both bottles shattered to the ground upon impact.

I set the revolver down and turned back to face her. Everyone was now outside watching what had transpired. Had they seen everything before the bottles? I didn't know.

They all clapped, including Jo… and Castiel who looked a bit confused as to why.

Jo stepped forward, "I apologize, I was being rude. But you have to admit it is a bit hard to believe." She smiled kindly.

"you're not just saying that because my skills scare you?" I said in a joking tone.

"Maybe a little." She said holding her forefinger and thumb a little bit a part.

"I admit, it is hard to believe, but it's all true." I said with a shrug.

Ellen came forward, "That was some nice shooting. You fire with both hands just as well?"

"Guns yes, but daggers I'm better with my right, I can still throw with my left, just not as well." I said.

"I'd like to go ahead and note, that that's like her first and probably only flaw." Sam said.

Jo nodded, "Good to know that she's not entirely perfect than."

Dean stepped around them and wrapped an arm around my waist, "I beg to differ that!" he said with a smirk as he kissed my cheek.

I rolled my eyes playfully. Ellen and Jo turned to grab more bottles and cans. Sam and Dean were nominated to run and get us food. The girls stayed out back and shot guns.

They kept trying to throw something that I would miss. Then when that didn't work, they brought out more whiskey.

"Maybe you'll stop being so good, if you drink." Jo said handing me a shot.

I downed the shot and she refilled it. I downed it again and took a third as the guys returned. I was barely feeling the first shots I had taken, so I wasn't worried. Plus I had gone inside and had some water when I had used the bathroom.

I picked up my revolver and flicked it open and reloaded it.

Ellen stepped up, "Can I see that?" I handed it to her and she studied the detail work like everyone else always did.

It had been a collectors design and it was beautiful, but for me, it was just a part of me.

"This is a beautiful gun. Can I?" She asked about shooting it and I nodded.

She took aim at a can sitting on top of a junk pile. She fired, but hadn't expected the kick as they never did. "Wow, some power." She aimed again and hit it dead on.

I took the gun from her and Jo stepped up for it next, jumping excitedly. "Can I? I've been dying to hold it since I saw you with it!"

I handed it to her and she admired it, "It's stunning!"

"It's gotta kick, Jo," Ellen said to her.

Jo aimed at another can a bit closer, expecting the kick she hit her target. She handed the gun back. "Don't think I could do it easily with one hand, if at all. How do you manage? No offense, just asking."

"None taken." I took aim at the last three cans individually and hit all three target with one hand. "Everyone has their gun that they prefer to fire, one they're better at firing. This revolver is mine."

"Darlin'," Ellen said with a hand on my shoulder, "That's true, but you truly make it look easy with that revolver. And it ain't easy."

"And don't even get me started on your skills with a dagger." Jo said with a wave of her hand.

Castiel stepped forward, "Daggers have always been her prefered weapon of choice, since guns were not available for centuries. It would make sense that she is better with daggers."

"Okay, that's like the third strangest thing he's said about you, Dee." Jo said. "I don't really make sense of most of what he says about you, but that one to me…"

Sam shook his head as he approached, to indicate for Jo to stop. "How about food, now?"

We headed into the kitchen, Dean saw me and headed over wrapping me into his arms and kissing me gently.

"Alright. Everybody get in here! It's time for the lineup. Usual suspects in the corner." Bobby said wheeling his chair to the living room.

"Oh come on Bobby. Nobody wants their picture taken." Ellen said as we all headed in the living room.

"Hear, hear." Sam said.

"Shut up. You're drinking my beer." Bobby said. "Anyway, I'm gonna need something to remember your sorry asses by."

Dean keep his arm around my waist. Sam stood on my other side. We were all smiling as Bobby got into place.

"Ha! Always good to have an optimist around." Ellen said with a chuckle.

"Bobby's right. Tomorrow we hunt the devil. This is our last night on earth." Castiel added.

The smiles all seemed to fade. Sam's hand slipped into mine, his doing. The surge that flowed within me as he took my hand was almost instantly overwhelming. It was the combination of Dean's arm around my waist and Sam's hand in mine.

The camera flashed. Sam's hand slipped away as we all dispersed.

Most went into the kitchen for food and more drinks. Dean kissed my cheek and followed into the kitchen. I stayed in the living room, walking to look out the window. Castiel followed me.

"Why both of them?" I asked him quietly.

"Because for you they each offer a different source. Different energies. They each have different qualities, but more than that… because they both need you." He answered.

"You know Dean, you think he's just going to accept that?"

"This is not just about Dean."

"You think either of them would easily accept this?"

"If they love you, then yes. And since your fates have already been crossed for a reason… why do you doubt that which is already your fate?"

I swallowed hard, "Because I'm not the type of person to purposely put herself between two brothers, who by the way have had a hard enough time in their relationship."

"Did you ever stop to wonder, if maybe, you being in the middle is exactly what keeps them together?"

I froze, that thought had never occurred to me and I couldn't think why it would.

"Why would it matter, if tonight is our last night on earth?"

"Our chances are low, without you, they would be lower. If you were better… prepared, they would be higher, but now is not the time for that."

"So, there's nothing that I can do now to help us now?"

"Correct, but if we survive this, it will be up to you to survive yourself." Castiel walked away.

Sam was there, holding a beer out to me. I took it and he stood beside me. "It would make Dean and I feel better if you didn't go with us."

I sipped my beer, "What happened to being a team?"

"I said it would make us feel better I didn't say anything about you actually staying behind. We have been told by too many sources not to let you out of our sight, so, you're stuck with us."

I smiled, "I can live with that." not that I had a choice.

His smile faltered and his brow furrowed, "What's so hard for you to accept that you aren't willing to even tells us what it is?"

"Sam…"

"I'm serious, Dee."

I sighed softly, but didn't say anything.

He put his hand gently on my arm, "Dee, come on, you should know by now that you can tell us anything."

"Right now it doesn't matter. Let's live through this first." I replied and walked away out the front door.

Sam followed me, "Dee, please?"

I stopped and turned around, "Sam, please. Can we just focus on what we're doing tomorrow."

Sam put his hands in his pockets, "Then you'll tell me?"

I swallowed hard and nodded.

"Alright." He turned and walked back into the house.

I walked to my car and sat on the hood. Knowing she had a steel frame, meant not having to worry about sitting on her, which was something I really enjoyed. I bent one leg and rested my arm on my knee as I held my beer and sipped from it. It was quieter outside. And since my head was already loud enough, I needed the silence around me.

A few minutes later, Dean came out. "Why are you out here alone, love?" he asked softly as he sat on the hood beside me.

"It's quieter." I wasn't wearing my coat, there was a chill in the air, but it didn't bother me.

"Aren't you hungry?"

I shook my head.

"Anything I can do?"

I turned and looked at him, "Stay with me?" I asked softly.

He smiled lovingly at me, "Always." He moved around me, sitting behind me, one leg bent beside my bent leg and the other draped off the left side of the hood.

His arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me back against him. I leaned into him happily, my head resting against his right shoulder and his head over my left shoulder.

"Did you have fun shooting with Jo and Ellen?"

"Yeah, they kept trying to get me to miss."

"And did you?"

"No."

"That's my girl." He kissed my temple which was lined up with his jawline.

I smiled.

"You're really freaked out by all of this that you're finding out about yourself, aren't you?"

"Why do you say that?"

"I have seen you face so much already, and not bat an eye. Not once. But this… this scares you." He rested his head against mine and held me tighter. "I just wish there was something I could do to help. I hate seeing you like this."

I wrapped my left arm up and around his neck, his left hand covered mine on his neck, his lips grazing against my wrist, sending a wave through me.

I turned slightly in his arm, angling my body so that I could gently pull his lips down to meet mine. His left hand sliding to my waist. I still held my beer and he quickly remedied that by taking it and putting it behind him on the roof, far enough back.

He wrapped me back up in his arms, his lips meeting mine eagerly as he turned me to face him fully. He leaned back against the window and gently pulled me down with him. I laid down his middle.

His hands brushed my hair behind my ears as his lips ignited desire against mine. A breeze blew by and made me shiver. He pulled away and sat me up. He pulled his jacket off and draped it over my shoulders.

"Come on, let's get inside." He said rubbing my arms over the jacket.

I nodded and we headed back in.

Jo immediately ran to me, "There she is!" clearly a bit buzzed. "Come do a shot with me!"

She took my arm and pulled me from Dean's arm and he chuckled as he took the jacket before it hit the floor. In the kitchen Jo handed me a shot and took one for herself. We downed them together and then she made me do one more.

"Alright, I'm done!" I said. I was fine for now, but the last rounds were beginning to hit me, thankfully silencing my many thoughts.

"One more!" She shoved one in my hand and I downed it.

She picked up her beer and handed me a new one. I took it and thanked then headed into the living room. Dean was sitting in a chair talking to Bobby who smiled warmly at as I approached.

Dean pulled me onto his lap gently and I draped my legs over the side of the chair. Bobby rolled his eyes with a smile and rolled away.

Dean's hand behind my back was already under my shirt, caressing my back. His other hand slid up the outside of my leg and wrapped around me. I had one arm draped around his shoulders, my other hand holding the deer.

He kissed my cheek. "Had enough shots yet?"

I nodded, "More than enough."

His lips grazed my neck and I bit my lower lip as more desire flowed through me. "Still not hungry?"

"Not for food," I whispered seductively.

He pulled away and smirked at me and motioned with his head toward the stairs. I slid off his lap and his hand slid into my free one as we headed toward the stairs.

I had already been told to put my things in the room we had used last time. I opened the door and set the bottle on a shelf near the door. Dean closed the door behind him and I turned and face him.

His hand went straight to my hips and pulled me to him as our lips met eagerly. I unbuttoned his outer shirt and pulled off his arms. His hands quickly returning to slip my shirt over my head.

His hands devouring me into him as his lips found mine again. I embraced the flow of energy and tried to capture it and release it back to Dean.

I pulled his shirt over his head and then turned him around me and pushed him lightly to the bed. I crawled on the bed between his legs, leaning over him. I kissed him teasingly and pulled away. I brought my lips tenderly to his neck and trailed my hands over his bare chest, focusing the flow of energy wherever I touched him. Pulsing through my kisses down his chest.

My hands went to his belt buckle as I kneeled and undid it. I stood back up and undid my pants and took my boots and jeans off quickly. Dean had discarded his jeans and boots. Sitting on the end of the bed, he pulled me toward him as he stood up.

He lifted me into his arms and turned around and laid me on my back. He kissed me deeply and I continued to freely let the energy flow through both of us. It seemed like it kept growing in strength.

He unhooked my bra and tossed it aside, one hand trailing down my chest as he lips chased after.

My underwear were slid down my legs. Dean trailing kisses over one leg and back up the other and over my stomach.

His body was hot against mine. The desire and passion palpable in the air around us. He had one arm cradled under my head while his other one ran wildly up and down my body.

I had one hand on his back, my other hand caressed his cheek tenderly. I bent my head back as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm me. His lips trailed down my neck. With a final thrust our bodies quivered together.

A final wave of energy vibrated through us as Dean looked at me then kissed me lightly. He pulled away and slip off me. I rolled my back against him and he pulled me against him and kissed my shoulder.

"I love you." He whispered softly, his breath tickling my cheek slightly.

"I love you, too." I replied before we both fell asleep.