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A Hunting Trip (Part 5)

pairing: dean winchester x reader, damon salvatore x reader

synopsis: a surprise invitation - dean, sam and *yn* enjoy one last dinner together before they go their separate ways, with an unexpected guest. dean and *yn* have trouble sleeping. damon reveals his plan to finally put a stop to klaus.

warnings: swearing, fluff

notes: so so so happy to be back with one of my fave series ever <3

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"This place is jumping." Dean observed as they pulled into a car space in front of the diner.

Inside the impala fell silent as he flicked the engine off, cutting the fourth ACDC song in a row short just before the chorus. Sam breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's the only half decent place in town." *yn* shrugged. They all turned to study the Mystic Grill, watching as people swarmed around it like ants.

The red neon sign winked back at them. The 'G' was holding on for dear life.

"Hey as long as they've got the burger deal you were talking about, I'll be sweet." Dean remarked.

*yn* led the way into the grill. The sound of music and chatter increased ten fold as she pushed open the door.

Her eyes scanned the crowded room. Not a single vampire in sight. Perfect.

"Reckon we'll even get a table?"

*yn* had barely parted her lips to answer Sam when she spotted a familiar blonde coming out of the back room.

Matt turned around at the sound of his name leaving her lips. His eyes lit up, a smile curving onto his mouth as he approached her.

"*yn*, hey."

"Hey, oh-" She began when she saw Matt glance warily over her shoulder. "This is Sam, and you remember Dean from this morning right?"

She turned around to see them jerk their heads in greeting, both simultaneously stuffing their thumbs into their pockets as they hovered behind her.

"Yeah... kinda hard to forget."

"So..." She cleared her throat, forcing Matt to jerk his eyes away from the brothers.

"Any chance you'd have a table for us?" She clasped her hands together and fluttered her lashes at him.

Matt chuckled, "You're not going to take no for an answer, are you?"

"Of course not." She smiled sweetly.

"Alright c'mon, I think I've got a booth Jack just cleared."

"I knew there was a reason I kept you around Donovan." She grinned as she followed after him, motioning for Dean and Sam to follow.

They exchanged glances before following after her, weaving through the Saturday night crowd.

"Here's some menus." He handed them to her once the three slid into the booth.

"Oh no need." She waved her hand dismissively. "We'll get one cheeseburger minus the bun- this one's enemy has been carbs since he was like 13-" She gestured to Sam.

"And your deluxe burger with fries, oh and extra bacon andddd..." Her eyes glanced over at the specials board.

"I will have my usual morning special."

Matt raised a brow. "It's 7 pm."

*yn* raised a brow back. "And?"

Matt shook his head as he began to scrawl down their order, "I'm guessing you'll want the usual extras?"

She shot him a dazzling smile, "yes please.... oh! and we will also have three beers please."

Matt glared at her from over his notepad.

"Fine, two beers and a coke." She grumbled.

"Alright, won't be too long."

"Thank you Matty." She cooed.

He rolled his eyes, the faint hint of a smile still on his lips as he made his way towards the kitchen.

Once he was out of sight *yn* turned her attention back to the brothers in front of her.

"What?" She asked when she saw the bewildered looks on their features.

"You know how many times you two made me order takeaway for us? The orders are practically seared into my brain."

"And you think we still have the same orders like 7 years later?"

A smirk twisted itself onto her lips at Dean's words.

"Well given Sam's practically just a walking muscle and you look like... well you, yeah I'd say it's a pretty safe bet."

Dean's eyes narrowed. Sam covered his mouth to stifle his snort.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

*yn* shrugged.

"It means what it means."

"Are you calling me fat?"

"Alright, I've got the two beers and the coke."

Saved by the blonde haired bell, Matt appeared at their booth and placed their drinks in front of them.

"Talk to Jack if you want free refills." Matt spoke to her as he placed her coke in front of her.

She thanked him before wrapping her lips around the straw and taking a big gulp of the soda. She watched as Sam and Dean's eyes followed Matt's body intently.

"Relax." She spoke. "He's human."

The pair exchanged another glance causing her to roll her eyes. "And can you two stop giving each other those weird little looks, I feel like I'm missing out on an entire conversation."

"Maybe that's the whole point sweetheart." Dean shot back, a mocking smile on his features as he downed his beer.

She opened her mouth to retort when a figure entering through the front door caught her eye.

"I'll be right back."

Without another word she was up and out of the booth.

"Bon!"

Bonnie turned around at the sound of her name.

"Hey." Her smile didn't reach her eyes.

*yn* frowned and touched her forearm. "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing."

"Did something happen with your mum?"

Bonnie's brow narrowed, "you haven't talked to Elena about what happened?"

"No I haven't had a chance I've been kind of um-" She cut herself off as she glanced over at her booth. "Preoccupied."

She turned back to study Bonnie. Dark circles rimmed her eyes, the same eyes that were usually bright with life now dull and drained.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"I think-" Bonnie cut herself off as tears began to pool in the corners of her eyes. "I'm afraid if I talk about it I-"

*yn* placed a hand over Bonnie's trembling one. She knew exactly what she meant. If she started talking, she'd start crying. And if she started crying, she might not be able to stop.

"Whatever happened, I'm sure it can wait till tomorrow." *yn* smiled softly. "Why don't you come grab something to eat with us?"

"Us...?" Bonnie raised a brow. *yn* shifted her body to allow Bonnie to see Dean and Sam in the booth behind them.

"They're good guys, I promise. I know. It's a rarity in Mystic Falls."

"Oh."

"Good oh, or bad oh?" *yn* asked lightly which made a small smile crack Bonnie's stern expression.

"Definitely a good oh. Although, is it a good idea that I talk to them?"

"Since when did that stop us doing something?"

This time a real laugh broke through.

"Say less, lead the way."

*yn* grinned mischievously and grabbed Bonnie's hand.

"Matty, Bon will have her usual!" *yn* called out over her shoulder as they passed the bar.

"Boys."

Dean and Sam looked up from their conversation.

"This is Bonnie, Bonnie - Sam and Dean. She'll be joining us for dinner."

*yn* let Bonnie slide into the booth first so she was sitting across from Sam before sliding in beside her to sit opposite Dean. Sam pressed the beer bottle to his lips as he watched Bonnie, her eyes locking with his.

"Hi." Bonnie smiled awkwardly.

"Hey." Sam responded, shooting her an equally awkward smile.

"Oh I remember you." Dean's gruff voice made them look away from each other. "You helped lock me up in the cellar." Dean drank deeply from his beer.

"Yeah... sorry about that." Bonnie winced.

"Don't be, he needed it. Gave him some well needed reflection time."

Dean turned to *yn*, "you just can't help yourself, can you?"

"Nope. Gotta take the opportunity while I can."

Dean shook his head, unable to hide his amusement as he studied her, "Someone's got to straighten you out, Kit."

She grinned as a response jumped to the forefront of her mind. She spent about half a second debating if she should say it but then she realised, with all the shit that was going on in her life right now, why shouldn't she have a little fun? And what was more fun than flirting with a hot guy that was her childhood crush.

"You offering?" She looked at him through her lashes as she took another sip of her drink.

Dean cocked a brow, a smirk on his lips. "Don't tempt me sweetheart."

The look he was currently giving her created a wave of confidence that crashed over her. She wasn't a child with a fantastical crush pining for an older guy anymore. They were both adults. And after years of seeing a teenage Dean shamelessly flirt with any attractive woman that crossed his path, his attention was finally being directed towards her.

A throat being cleared made their eyes finally pull away from each other.

Despite having only just met, Sam and Bonnie exchanged looks that could only aptly be described as a mixture of amusement, confusion and ‘what the fuck are we witnessing’.

“Anyway… Bonnie.”

Dean and *yn* swapped one final glance before finally remembering there were other people at the table.

“What is it that you-" Sam cut himself off. "What are you- uh what I mean to say is-“

*yn* snorted as she watched Sam stumble over his words and his cheeks grow pink.

“She’s a witch.”

“What did you just call me?"

Bonnie and *yn* giggled. The boys exchanged another look.

"No, I am actually a witch. Runs in the family."

"But she's like a good witch. A really insanely powerful, good witch."

"Really? That's pretty awesome." Sam complimented, studying Bonnie intently. *yn* didn't miss the way Bonnie grinned shyly as she looked away from him.

"She's saved our asses more times than I can count."

"Oh c'mon like you can talk." Bonnie scoffed as she lightly flicked *yn*'s shoulder.

"She's literally always saving the day and she never takes credit."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh please." Bonnie huffed dramatically. "You think I haven't noticed the way you randomly disappear in the middle of a crisis and then suddenly everything is under control."

*yn*'s cheeks grew warm. She really had thought that she'd been getting away with it all this time.

"She's also constantly throwing herself in harms way, it drives all of us crazy, especially Damon who- ow!" Bonnie let out a yelp as *yn* dug her elbow into her ribs.

"Oh shit sorry Bon, they really need to make these booths bigger." *yn* apologised, shooting her an innocent smile.

She dared to steal a glance at Dean to see him eyeing her intently, his expression unreadable.

"Anyway, enough about me. New topic please." She joked lightly.

Thankfully, Matt appeared in that moment with his arms full of food. "Alright here we go guys."

Dean and Sam's brows simultaneoulsy shut up to their hairlines as Matt placed a plate piled high with pancakes, bacon and ice-cream in front of *yn*.

"Thanks Matty."

"No problem, just let me know if you need anything else."

"Thanks dude." Dean muttered, his eyes never leaving *yn*'s food.

The boys both glanced at Bonnie who looked completely unphased, which appeared to indicate this was not the first time this had occurred.

"What?" She queried indignantly at the sight of their dumbfounded expressions.

"I've had quite the 24 hours. God forbid a girl has some comfort food."

"We didn't say anything." Dean held his hands up in mock defence. "I just think it's funny you made fun of my order when you're sitting here eating pancakes at 7pm."

"And the amount of sugar in that would be... I mean-" Sam chuckled as he spoke, "it's pretty much just a plate of sugar."

*yn* grabbed a berry and pegged it at the two brothers, unable to wipe the grin off her face despite her best efforts to look stern. Sam and Dean dodged it with ease, breaking into laughter as she threw a chocolate chip at them.

"You two are jerks." The four of them broke into a fit of laughter at her feeble attempt to sound annoyed.

After that, the group settled into a comfortable atmosphere. Bonnie fit into the dynamic perfectly, and soon the four of them were laughing and talking as they ate like they were old friends.

They exchanged war stories about the Winchester and Kitson's childhood and Bonnie's life growing up in Mystic Falls. Thankfully, Bonnie seemed to have the good sense to omit any details of stories that were particularly heinous or that painted the Salvatore's in too bad of a light, which proved to be quite a struggle.

*yn* didn’t miss the way Bonnie giggled extra hard when Sam attempted to make a joke, or the way Sam’s eyes kept lingering on Bonnie’s mouth every time she spoke.

Bonnie, on the other hand, didn't miss the way Dean's eyes almost never left *yn*'s face, like he was trying to commit every detail to memory. Or the way *yn* kept stealing glances at him when she thought no one was looking. Or the fact both of them were doing a terrible job at trying to pretend they were annoyed everytime the other one would make a sarcastic comment or dig.

"Alright, it's getting late. I should probably get going." Bonnie finally announced, long after their plates had been cleared.

“Let us drop you home.” *yn* offered.

“After all those stories you’ve just told, we won’t take no for an answer.” Sam insisted when Bonnie opened her mouth to object.

Bonnie closed her mouth in defeat and nodded. “Sure, that’d be great. I’ll just duck to the bathroom first.”

“I’ll come with you.” *yn* instantly offered.

"Is it physically impossible for chicks to go to the bathroom and not take their friends?" Dean remarked as the pair slid out of the booth.

"It is when they have two knuckleheads to gossip about."

"Ha. That was a good one." He shot her a sarcastic smile and gave her a thumbs up.

*yn* simply gave him the middle finger and gave him an equally sarcastic grin back.

Her and Bonnie giggled as they made their way to the bathroom.

"God he's such an idiot." *yn* laughed as Bonnie made her way into a cubicle.

"Yeah, you seem like you absolutely hate being around him."

*yn* smiled to herself. "He's an entertaining idiot." She clarified as she began to fix her hair. "But still an idiot."

*yn* gave herself a once over in the mirror, wiping away the mascara that was beginning to smudge under her eyes.

"Did you have fun tonight?"

"Yeah. I did, I needed it. Thank you."

*yn* smiled softly, "of course Bon. You know you can always count on me for a fun distraction."

"That is very true. Although, I'm sad they're leaving town tomorrow. They might be the best distraction you've come up with so far."

*yn* felt her smile falter. The more time she spent with the brothers, the more she was realising how much she didn't want them to go. How much it meant to her to be around people who understood what her childhood had been like.

"You guys are like three peas in a pod." Bonnie continued, breaking *yn* out of her thoughts. "It's like you all raised eachother."

*yn* felt her heart ache, memories of her childhood bubbling to the surface. "We pretty much did."

*yn* locked eyes with Bonnie in the mirror as the cubicle door swung open.

If Bonnie noticed the glimmer of sadness in her features, much to *yn*'s relief she elected not to say anything as she came to stand beside her at the sink.

"So." *yn* began, forcing a teasing lilt into her tone. She unscrewed the cap on her lipgloss. "Are we going to talk about the fact that you and Sam are totally crushing on eachother."

"What ever do you mean?" Bonnie asked innocently.

"I mean you being all giggly anytime he uttered a word and Sam being even more awkward than he usually is every time he looked in your direction." *yn* stated matter-of-factly as she applied the lipgloss to her lips.

There was a pause as Bonnie contemplated her words, her lips twisting as she mulled over what to say, before she finally let out a sigh, "he is really cute." She admitted as she turned to *yn*.

"I mean the scruffy hair? he's like a puppy dog. But a totally sexy puppy dog."

*yn* burst into giggles. "Oh Bon."

"Please do not tell anyone, the last thing I need is Jeremy finding out"

*yn* turned to face Bonnie, an unamused expression on her features.

"Jeremy cheated on you with a ghost. You're very much entitled to some harmless flirting."

"You have a point." Bonnie huffed out a laugh, plucking the gloss from her outstretched hand.

"Now that we've discussed Sam and I. What about you and Dean?"

"What about me and Dean?"

This time it was Bonnie's turn to shoot *yn* a pointed look.

"I had a crush on him growing up." She shrugged innocently.

"You guys were basically eye fucking eachother all night."

"Please." *yn* scoffed.

"He couldn't keep his eyes off you." She handed the gloss back. "And I don't think that crush was only when you were a kid."

".... maybe not."

"That's what I thought." Bonnie smirked smugly. "Looks like Damon's got some competition."

*yn* groaned, "don't start with that." She stuffed the lipgloss back into her purse.

"All I'm saying is I know who I'd pick."

*yn* raised a brow, "Not that you're biased." Bonne didn't exactly try to hide her distain for the older Salvatore.

"Not just for that reason." Bonnie shook her head. "If we both marry a Winchester, we could be sisters-in-law."

The pair broke out into giggles. "I like the sound of that." *yn* grinned. "Come on, let's not leave those two waiting any longer."

*yn* moved to open the bathroom door.

"Hey." Bonnie's voice made her turn just as her hand landed on the handle.

"When you feel ready, I'd love to hear about your dad and your life before us. If you want to talk about it."

*yn*'s heart warmed. She smiled and nodded, "I'd like that."

The ride to Bonnie's from the Mystic Grill was short, much to the relief of Sam and Bonnie. The pair had been shoved in the back and were subjected to listening to Dean and *yn* scream along to the ACDC blaring through the speakers.

"I'm just up here." Bonnie shouted to Dean over the music, pointing to her house over his shoulder.

Dean swung into her driveway sharply. The car abruptly fell silent as he flicked the engine off.

"Thanks for dropping me home."

"No worries, it was nice meeting you." Dean shot her a tight lipped smile through the rear view mirror.

"Talk tomorrow, Bon?" *yn* asked as she twisted around in the passenger seat.

"Definitely." Bonnie nodded as she began to open the car door.

"I'll walk you to the door." Sam announced, scrambling to get out of his side.

*yn* and Dean smirked at each other.

"Oh ok, thanks Sam."

*yn* didn't need to look at Bonnie to know she had just tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and was smiling shyly.

Sam and Bonnie walked around to meet up at the front of the car.

"Is the music always like.... that?" Bonnie asked Sam.

"Pretty much all day, everyday."

Bonnie glanced over her shoulder to see Dean grinning at them. She turned back to Sam, a grimace on her face.

"I am so sorry."

Dean and *yn* watched Sam and Bonnie laughing at something as they made their way up to her front porch.

Dean had left the music off, the pair now sitting in comfortable silence in the impala.

"I think Sammy's smitten."

"Doesn't take much. He's always been a romantic."

*yn* smiled at Dean's words. It was true, Sam had always been such a sensitive and gentle kid.

"I'm glad. I haven't seen him like this since- well since Jess."

*yn* frowned. Sam had explained what had happened to Jess. How he'd gone home and found her. It was horrific. But he'd seemed to intentionally omit many details about their actual relationship.

"He loved her?"

"Was going to propose and everything." Dean nodded.

"Shit." *yn* let out a whistle.

"Yeah."

*yn* watched Sam and Bonnie talking at her doorstep. Sam was doing that awkward thing he does when he's nervous, where he thumbs his hands into his jeans and rocks back and forth on his heels.

"Do you think it's possible for people like us to ever find love and then actually keep it?"

Dean let out a humourless chuckle. "You're asking the wrong person sweetheart."

He placed a hand on the steering wheel and stole a glance at her. Her eyes were fixed on Sam and Bonnie, but it was clear her mind was somewhere else.

"Maybe it is."

*yn* looked over him at the sound of his voice. He was staring straight ahead. She admired his side profile.

"But you've got to find the right person to deal with this kind of life. Someone who gets it."

"And then try and not get killed." She remarked.

"Yeah." Dean chuckled dryly, turning to look at her. "That's kind of an important part."

The pair studied eachother for a few moments before movement out of the corner of *yn*'s eye made her drag her gaze away. Her brow furrowed as she watched Sam hug Bonnie before making his way back towards the impala.

"As if he didn't kiss her." *yn* observed.

"Pussy." The two of them muttered simultaneously.

Sam glanced up to see *yn* and Dean both shaking their heads at him as he approached the car.

He was never going to hear the end of this.

3:19am. The red digits of her alarm clock seemed to mock her in the pitch black.

She had been tossing and turning all night. Now that she was finally alone, her brain had leapt at the opportunity to start dissecting everything that had happened over the past twenty four hours.

*yn* huffed as she rolled onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. She could faintly hear Sam snoring in the room next to her.

At least someone was getting some sleep.

After a few more minutes ticked by she finally relented and flung the covers off. She carefully opened and shut her bedroom door before quietly padding down the carpeted staircase.

Dean had been the loser of a very heated rock, paper, scissors contest and had been assigned the couch, so she crept as quietly as she could past the living room and into the kitchen.

The fridge light illuminated the space in a soft glow. As predicted, no viable snacks greeted her. With the fridge door still open, she glanced over to the adjoining living room. In the dim light she could tell that the couch was empty.

She went to go back upstairs to grab her phone, when movement outside caught her eye. She crept forward and peaked out the kitchen window to have a better view of the back deck.

The glint of a silver ring winked back at her.

Dean turned around from his spot on the edge of the deck at the sound of the back door sliding open.

“Hey.”

“Hey yourself.”

She took a seat beside him. The grass felt cold under her bare feet.

Dean turned back around and pressed the beer bottle to his lips.

"Can't sleep?"

His voice was low and rough, like maybe he had managed to get a few hours of sleep before ending up out here.

"No, just thinking about everything. It's like my brain won't turn off."

He nodded in understanding. "I feel that." He held out his beer for her to take, "don't tell Sammy."

She snorted as she took it from his outstretched palm. "Don't worry Winchester, your secret's safe with me." The beer warmed her throat. She felt a nice flush form on her cheeks as she handed the bottle back.

"Sorry about the sofa situation." She sighed as she leant back on her palms, their knees brushing slightly as she did so.

"'s ok. Better than most of the motel beds we sleep on."

"I don't know how you guys still do it. Or how we did it as kids."

Dean shrugged. "It's all we've ever known I guess."

A few moments of silence passed between the two of them. "We kind of had a really fucked childhood, didn't we?"

Dean chuckled, "you're telling me."

"I don't know what our dad's were thinking." She sighed.

Dean shrugged, "I think they were trying to do the best they could."

*yn* had to bite her tongue to stop the sarcastic remark leaving her lips. He was still just as loyal to his dad as ever. The perfectly devoted son.

She wondered if he'd ever realise just how messed up his childhood had been. That being left alone at as young as 10 to look after his little brother for days at a time wasn't normal. That instead of being treated like a son, he'd more often than not been treated like a soldier.

Or maybe he did know, deep down.

She could see the hurt in his eyes sometimes, even when he acted like the way John treated them was perfectly fine. Especially when they spoke about the fact he'd up and left them. She loved her dad, she really truly did. But there was always going to be a part of her that resented him for how he raised her. And sometimes she saw that in Dean too. The difference was that he just wouldn't admit it to himself yet.

"Yeah..." Was all she said instead.

A dog howled in the distance. She watched the old tire swing sway gently in the night breeze.

"After you guys finally kill that demon... what's your plan?"

She looked away from the night sky to study him. She felt her heart rate jump slightly when she realised his eyes were already on her.

Dean studied her intently before looking out into the garden. "I don't know." He confessed as he rested his forearms on his knees.

"I kind of assumed I wouldn't be alive that long to have to have a plan."

*yn* brow furrowed at his answer. "Jesus that's fucking macabre."

"Yeah, but it's the truth. What do you reckon the average lifespan of a hunter is?"

"You could get out. Do something else."

"Oh yeah?" He chuckled dryly. "And do what exactly?"

She shrugged. "Anything."

"Nah." He shook his head. "Hunting's all I know. Can't imagine living a normal life. Picket fence life ain't for me."

"It's not so bad."

Dean let out a bark of laughter.

"What?"

"Sweetheart." He turned to look at her. Their knees brushed again. "You may be currently living in a house with a white picket fence, but your life's far from it."

She opened her mouth to protest, but promptly shut it when she realised she really didn't have a leg to stand on. He was right. She'd jumped from the frying pan right into the vampire ridden fire.

"You may have a small point." She admitted quietly, causing both of them to laugh.

"Seriously, your life is just as fucked up as mine."

"Probably. It's nice to have stability though. A house, a school. To have a group of people who I care about and who I know care about me."

Dean bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from making a comment about a certain raven-haired vampire. Or about the fact that half of these people were monsters she was raised to hunt.

"Nah, that's overrated." He shook his head. "I've got Bobby, dad, Sammy, you, that's all I need."

*yn* didn't want to admit how his words made a warm feeling spread through her veins.

"You care about me Winchester?" She placed her hand over her heart. "I'm touched."

"Of course I care about you, you're like a-" He cut himself off. His brow furrowed. What was she, exactly? They'd grown up together. But it had been so long since they'd seen each other. They'd both changed. Grown. It was different now. Very different. And confusing. Because Dean most definitely did not get tongue tied around women. In fact, he usually had to force himself to shut up.

"Like a...?" *yn* stifled a giggle as she watched him squirm.

"Dean Winchester, are you blushing?" She fake gasped as the porch light illuminated a rosy tinge appearing on his cheeks.

"Come off it Kit." He shook his head. "You know you're gorgeous." He tipped his head back to finish the dregs of his beer.

She didn't know what she'd expected him to say, but it certainly wasn't that. *yn* suddenly became acutely aware that their knees were still touching.

"Never thought I'd hear you say that." She didn't even really mean to say those words out loud, but his confession had left her brain in a scramble. There had been some flirting before this, sure, but that was just who Dean was.

"And why's that?" He placed the empty bottle beside him.

Now she was the one squirming under his gaze. The words were swinging temptingly in front of her. The confession that she'd kept locked inside her since she was a kid. They were practically begging for her to step forward and push them out into the world.

But then she remembered. They were leaving tomorrow and who knows when they'd come back, if ever. If she was going to say it, it was going to have to be now. She'd faced things much scarier than this. Surely, this should be a walk in the park.

"Because I had a crush on you from when I was like five." She forced the words to come out light and casual, like this confession hadn't been a secret she'd kept hidden for as long as she could remember.

Dean's brow quirked up. "A crush? On me?" An amused smirk spread across his lips. Her words had clearly given him the confidence boost he needed to revive that classic Dean Winchester charm.

"Oh please, like you didn't know." She rolled her eyes. "I followed you around like a puppy. It was embarrassing."

Dean chuckled. "It's not embarrassing darling." He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and leant in close to her ear, "no one is immune to the Dean Winchester charm, not even a Kitson."

*yn* let out a dramatic groan and buried her head in her hands which made Dean laugh.

"Just kill me now. I can't believe I told you that." Her words were stifled by her palms.

"Hey, I promise you, if I did notice it at the time, I don't remember."

She twisted her head in her hands to peak at him. "Well that's understandable." She sat back up. His arm was still around her shoulders, making them both sit angled towards eachother.

"At the time I was just another annoying kid you had to watch out for"

There was a pause as Dean studied her features, all amusement vanishing from his face.

"Trust me Kit, I see you now."

*yn* felt her heart skip a beat at his words. His tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip as he eyed her intently.

"And just for the record, I think the fact you had a crush on me is pretty cute." His green eyes twinkled in the dark as he smirked at her.

She swallowed thickly. Yeah?" She forced the question out past her lips. He brought his free calloused hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Yeah."

She couldn't tear her eyes from his. She sucked in a breath at the feeling of his thumb brushing against her jawline as he cradled her face in his hand, his other hand splayed across her shoulder.

They were already so close to one another, close enough that she could faintly smell the beer he'd just finished mixed with mint on his breath.

She wasn't sure who moved toward the other first, but what she did know is that now they both were. She stopped fighting the urge to flutter her eyes shut, letting herself be consumed by him. They were just about to close when a bright light made her eyes fly open.

Dean and *yn* jumped apart as the kitchen suddenly became filled with ugly white light. She squinted as her eyes became adjusted to the brightness.

Sam was standing in the kitchen, eyes wide as he glanced between the two of them. A dumbfounded look on his face.

"Sorry I thought I heard voices so I just came down to check everything was fine." As he talked, the initial shock appeared to wear off as he noted their flushed faces and ragged breathing. A smirk appeared on his lips.

"I wasn't interrupting anything, was I?" He raised a brow in amusement.

"Nope. Nothing." *yn* shook her head. She pushed herself up onto her feet. "I was just reminding Dean that this isn't a crappy motel and to make sure he doesn't track any dirt into the house."

She spared him a glance to see Dean already looking at her. "Right." He nodded quickly. "I'm a slob." He shrugged his shoulders. "What can I say?"

Sam studied the pair, "uh huh."

"Right." *yn* cleared her throat as she dusted her pyjama pants off. "I'm going to try and get at least a few hours of sleep."

She straightened up in an attempt to look as unbothered as possible. "Goodnight." She dipped her chin firmly.

"Goodnight." Dean mumbled.

"Goodnight." Sam grinned, watching her hurry past him and up the stairs without another look back.

The second he heard her door shut upstairs, Sam burst out into a fit of chuckles.

"What's so funny chucklehead?" Dean grumbled as he ran a hand through his hair, slumping back onto his elbows.

"Nothing." Sam laughed as he sat down beside him. "Just that dad's gonna be so pissed."

"About what? Nothing happened." Dean muttered. No thanks to you, is what he wanted to tack onto the end of that sentence.

"Maybe, but it was going to." Sam studied Dean as he rubbed his face haphazardly.

"Just...be careful with her alright."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Dean queried incredulously.

Sam scoffed. "Come on Dean. You aren't exactly going to win gentleman of the year. *yn*'s different. She's not just another girl to add to your list of conquests."

"You don't think I know that?" Dean snapped. "It's not like that, I don't see her that way. She's different, she's- well she's-" He cut himself off.

Again, this stupid question reared it's head. What exactly was she? She wasn't a friend, she wasn't a girl he just wanted to hook up with. So what did that make her?

"She's *yn*." Was what he finally landed on.

Sam blinked in disbelief, barking out a shocked laugh. "Holy crap. You like her."

Dean's silence all but confirmed Sam's accusation.

Sam shook his head as he processed this revelation.

"Dad won't just be pissed. He might actually kill you."

"You got everything?"

"I think so. Thank you again for the supplies."

*yn* watched Dean loading the last of the bags into the car. While the boys had slept this morning and with sleep still evading her, she'd crept out to go to the grocery store to buy them some snacks for the road. Plus a few tins full of vervain from her supply.

"Don't mention it." She turned her attention back to Sam. "I know how torturous those long drives can be."

"Tell me about it." Sam huffed out a laugh. "Although with this one in the car, I don't know how long they'll last."

"You two talking smack about me again?" Dean asked, interrupting their laughter.

"Someone's gotta bring that ego down." *yn* teased as he came to join them on the front porch.

"I'll have to take on double the responsibility without you." Sam piled on.

"I've got faith in you Sammy."

Dean shook his head as the pair broke out into laughter again.

The pair quietened after a few moments. The mood suddenly sobered as the three looked at eachother. Like they were all finally realising that they were actually about to be separated again.

"So." Sam cleared his throat. "I guess this is it."

"I guess it is." *yn* signed, her eyes darting between the two.

There was a heartbeat of silence before she raised her arms out and forced a grin onto her face.

"Group hug?"

The boys laughed, but happily obliged her. She let her eyes squeeze shut for a few moments as their large bodies wrapped around her. "Promise me you'll keep me in the loop." She muffled into their shirts. "I don't want to go another seven years without hearing from you."

"Likewise sweetheart." Dean's chest rumbled as he spoke.

"After this is sorted, we're taking you on that road trip to Bobby's like we talked about." He promised as the trio pulled apart. Dean's hand lingered on her waist.

"Fishing too?"

"Definitely fishing."

She didn't miss the way their eyes got misty. No doubt having the same flashback of memories of all the times their dad's had taken them fishing on hunting trips as kids. Her eyes were feeling just as bleary.

"Oh! Before I forget." She disappeared inside the house, quickly wiping at her eyes, before reappearing a few moments later.

"I made these for you." She extended her palm revealing two braided leather bracelets.

"They've got vervain in them, so even if you run out of your supply, you'll still be protected."

"Thanks *yn*." Sam smiled softly as he took one from her outstretched palm.

He glanced over at Dean, waiting for him to take the other bracelet. Dean's expression was unreadable as he stared down at *yn*, who also hadn't taken her eyes off him.

"I'll go start the car." He might as well have been invisible in that moment. He glanced between the pair before hurrying down the steps to the impala.

"I'll put it on for you." *yn*'s voice seemed to break Dean out of his trance.

He muttered a thanks as he extended out his left wrist. Her soft skin brushed against his as she gently knotted the leather. He sucked in a breath as she ghosted a thumb over his inner wrist and shot him a tight lipped smile. "All done."

"Looks good."

There was a pause before *yn* finally let go of his wrist. "You should probably have my number."

Dean smirked. "So we can keep each other updated, I want to know when you find your dad." She clarified upon seeing his expression.

"Don't think it's ever taken me leaving to get a chick's digits."

*yn* rolled her eyes, although a ghost of a smile was present on her lips as she took his phone from his outreached hand.

"You're so lame." She quickly entered her number into his phone.

"Just part of my charm." He winked as he slid the device into the back pocket of his jeans.

"I'll call you when we get to the next town."

"And how many times have you made that promise?" She teased him.

"Yeah, but you know I mean it this time. It's you." *yn* swallowed as all traces of sarcasm left his voice. His expression intensified as they locked eyes. That look was all she needed to see to know he was telling the truth.

"I know." Her voice softened.

Silence engulfed them for a few moments as they kept their eyes fixed on one another. The energy flattened. They'd realised that they had run out of things to say to delay the inevitable.

"I should go." It was no more than a whisper.

"Yeah."

Dean wavered, like his body was physically trying to stop him from leaving. He had no idea when he would see her again, if ever.

The sound of the impala rumbling to life behind him was a harsh reminder that Sam was behind them, no doubt watching.

Dean stepped forward, his jacket grazing her knit top. He let his eyes flutter closed as he placed his lips on her forehead. She smelt like a mixture of vanilla and herbs. He swore he could smell traces of his cologne from the night before still on her skin.

He pulled back to look down at her. She smiled softly up at him. Like she knew exactly what he was trying to say with that kiss.

"Stay safe Winchester."

"You too Kit."

She stuffed her hands into the pockets of her jeans as he took a few steps back. She instantly found herself craving the heat that had been radiating off his body when he was so close to her.

She watched silently as he made his way to the car. He glanced over his shoulder at her once before hopping into the driver's side.

She took a few steps down from the front porch, following the impala as it backed up out of the driveway. She crossed her arms in front of her chest as the car peeled out onto the street.

Dean and Sam stood idle for a moment, giving her one last wave. She raised a hand back, doing her best not to look too upset. With that, they were off. She stood on the side of the road until she could no longer hear the rumble of the impala.

And just like that, they were gone.

She let out a sigh and trudged back inside. The door shut behind her with a soft click. The house was enveloped in an almost painful silence once more. All traces of them were gone, as if she'd just imagined the last 24 hours.

She took a seat on the couch. She could feel the indent from where Dean had slept the night before. She inhaled deeply. She swore she could smell traces of pine and whisky.

Nope, she definitely hadn't imagined it.

She nestled further into the couch. She could feel her eyelids growing heavy. It seemed that her body was finally coming to collect its toll on her lack of sleep.

Surely it wouldn't hurt to rest her eyes just for a few minutes.

She'd only just closed her eyes when a loud knock at the door made her jump up. She groaned, rubbing at the sleep in her eye as she stretched out her stiff limbs.

"Hold your horses, I'm coming." She called out when the person continued to knock loudly.

She ran a hand through her unruly hair as she swung the door open. A set of piercing blue eyes greeted her.

"Nice to see you're still alive."

She automatically stepped to the side to let him inside.

"I've been calling you. I'm starting to feel like a needy girlfriend." Damon continued as she shut the door behind them. *yn* pulled her phone out of her pocket and inwardly cursed. Turns out her few minutes of rest had actually been three hours.

Sure enough, there were several missed calls from Damon as well as one from Bonnie.

Nothing from Dean or Sam. She tried to ignore the pang of disappointment. She'd been stupid to think Dean might have sent her a text.

"I'm sorry. I fell asleep. I barely got any sleep last night."

An unexpected jolt of guilt shot through her at the memory of last night. She tried to brush it off as quickly as it had emerged. Nothing happened between Dean and her. Besides, Damon and her weren't anything. They were friends.

So why did she feel like she'd betrayed him?

"You know the answer to that. You like him, and you're pretty sure he feels the same way." Her inner voice snided. She grabbed that voice by the throat and shoved it deep down inside her, right where it belonged.

If Damon noticed anything off about her reaction, he didn't comment on it. She watched as he made his way into the living space.

Damon's eyes lit up at the sight of the photographs that were still scattered across the dining table.

"Well well well. What do we have here?"

Her cheeks reddened as she watched him rifle through the photos. He smiled at the sight of a baby *yn* grinning back at him. His smirk widened as he plucked one out of the pile.

"I've finally found your one flaw." His brows wiggled in amusement. Her cheeks warmed in embarrassment.

He turned the photo around, revealing the same photo of her and Sam dressed as Luke Skywalker and Han Solo that Dean had been teasing her about yesterday.

"A star wars fan? Really?" He grinned as she marched up to him and snatched the photograph from his hand.

"I was like 8." She protested. Damon tutted, "I think finding this out hurts more than finding out you're a hunter bred to kill me."

She shot him a playful glare. "Is there a reason you came over, or was it just to make fun of me?"

"While teasing you is a favourite hobby of mine, I did come over to discuss business." He followed after *yn* into the kitchen.

"I'm assuming it's got something to do with our favourite original."

"Ding ding ding. I had a little catch up with Elijah this morning." He turned around to lean against the kitchen counter, placing his hands behind him to rest against the edge.

"Oh?" *yn* began to clean the few dishes sitting in the sink.

"We've arranged a little old fashioned sit down with Klaus and Stefan to negotiate a truce."

"A truce?" *yn* blinked in disbelief. "Klaus will never agree to that." Her eyes narrowed as she watched his grin widen. "But you know that...."

"That I do. It's fake. Just need to buy our wicked witches some time to pop the top off the locked coffin."

*yn* blinked in disbelief. That must have been why Bonnie was trying to call her. "And Stefan agreed to this?"

"Begrudgingly."

"This is a disaster waiting to happen. You know that right? Stefan's a ticking time bomb."

"Which is why Elijah and I will be there to make sure things run smoothly."

Damon's eyes landed on the fridge in front of him. His gaze narrowed when he noticed two new polaroids stuck to the top of it. He pushed himself off the counter to get a closer look.

"Ah yes, Damon Salvatore, also known as the peace keeper of Mystic Falls."

"The one and only." He peered at the polaroids. They were taken in front of the Mystic Grill. *yn* stood between Sam and Dean in both of them. The first was them all smiling at the camera, the second was more candid, capturing their laughter. *yn* was looking forward, while Dean's eyes were on her, completely transfixed.

Damon tried to ignore the jealously that stabbed at him.

"I take it tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum have hit the road?"

They both turned around at the same time to face one another. His smirk widened when he saw that his question had illicited an amused look from her.

"Yes." She placed the tea towel down and folded her arms over her chest. "Sam and Dean are gone."

"What a shame." Damon grinned mischeviously as he moved towards her.

"Yeah you sound positively devastated." She couldn't hide the smirk twisting up on her lips as she tilted her chin up to look up at him.

He shrugged, "what can I say."

She swore his eyes flickered down to her lips before locking with hers.

"I didn't like sharing."

"We really should be hitting the road."

"I want to try what *yn* got last night."

The pair pushed open the door to the Mystic Grill.

"Ah so you're eating your feelings."

"Shut up Sammy." Dean snapped as they found a free table. Dean picked up a menu.

"I need coffee and sugar to keep me awake. I barely got a wink of sleep last night." He grumbled as he rubbed at his face.

"Beause you were up all night thinking about *yn*?"

Dean shot him a murderous glare over the top of the menu.

"Alright, that was the last one. I promise."

His smirk suggested otherwise.

Dean muttered something under his breath as he glanced over the stained laminate.

"Maybe I'll just get a black coffee." Sam remarked, his nose wrinkling up as he studied the menu.

"I personally would recommend the mighty mystic breakfast deal. It's their best seller."

The brothers eyes shot up at the unfamiliar accent.

A man stood calmly at the end of their booth, an amused look on his features. Despite the fact he didn't look much older then either of them, there was something old about him. Ancient even.

Dean's hairs stood up on the back of his neck.

"Hope you don't mind the intrusion."

Dean and Sam's eyes never left him as he took a seat on the edge of the seat next to Sam.

The accent. The soulless eyes. The dark energy that practically oozed out of him. There was only one person this could be.

"You must be Klaus."

"In the flesh." Klaus gestured to himself. "I'm assuming the lovely *yn* told you about me."

Klaus' smirk widened when he noticed the rage flare in Dean's eyes at the mention of *yn*'s name.

"And you-" He gestured between them, "are Sam and Dean Winchester."

"What the hell do you want?"

"Relax Sam, we're all friends here." Klaus answered bemusedly. "My little birds have heard some very interesting twitterings about you two." Klaus leant back against the back of the booth.

"I have to say, very interesting pedigree you have."

Klaus let out a chuckle when he was met with stony faced stares. "Lighten up you two. I just want to get to know you a little bit."

"Well, it's been a pleasure. We'll be on our way now." Dean began to move out of the booth.

"Please." For the first time Damon saw a flash of anger cross his features. "Sit." Dean knew it wasn't a suggestion.

Dean swallowed and eased back into his seat. Based on everything that *yn* had told them, they had no chance against Klaus. Best to try and play along.

"My brother is also very eager to meet you. We're having a little dinner party at our house tonight. You two should come, as my guests."

The brothers exchanged glances.

"And if we say no?" Dean asked him.

The smile wavered on Klaus' features. His lips twitched with displeasure. He let out a humourless chuckle as he leant forward over the table.

"This is a nice place." He gestured around the grill, his eyes gliding over the many patrons enjoying their morning coffees.

"It would be a shame if I had to slaughter everyone in this room." His emotionless, almost bored eyes locked with Dean's. "Wouldn't it?"

Dean glared back at him, his fists balling under the table.

A stomach churning smirk spread across Klaus' lips. "I'll take that as your RSVP."

He leant back once more, cocking his head to the side. "Best you two come with me now. We don't need people who aren't invited catching wind. Don't want them to feel excluded. Or worse, rocking up without an invitation."

Dean and Sam locked eyes. No chance to tell *yn*. They were backed into a corner. And were well and truly screwed.

"Oh cheer up you two." Klaus grinned wickedly.

"Who doesn't love a dinner party?"

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imagines-all-day-everyday · 13 days ago

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me when everyone is begging for a new chapter of a hunting trip and then it gets a total of 20 notes in 24 hours

#guys pls #you’re killing me #I thrive off attention and interaction

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imagines-all-day-everyday · 13 days ago

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This is up now!!!! I worked so hard on this part so pls show it some love ❤️

A Hunting Trip (Part 5) will be up tomorrow!!

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