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The Frog Princess 7

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Amaya Campos

Warnings for entire fic: Angst, Slow Burn, Fluff, Eventual Smut, Idiots to lovers, Language Violence.

Beta: @colereads and @jensengirl83

A/N: This fic coensides with a fic written by @defenderrosetyler on Tumble titled A Prince and His Swan. Make sure you guys check it out!

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<< Chapter 6

Enchanted Forest

Deep in the swamp, Dean looked around the inside of Missouri’s house. The woman’s house was full of odds and ends that Dean wasn’t sure what to make of it. He continued to observe Amaya as she hopped around the one-room shack. He could tell she was thinking about something.

“Whatever you’re thinking, don’t,” he let out. “Going out on your own is a bad idea, Amaya,” he hopped over to her making her stop her movements, “I understand you want to find your father. If it was me, I would do the same. But I also know that charging in without a plan will only get you killed.”

Amaya stayed silent, contemplating his words. Why was he saying this? He was resistant to helping her from the beginning, and now he was offering advice?

“I don’t know what you’re up to,” she hissed, “but I am going to warn you. If you get in my way, I will kill you. Prince or no Prince, I will kill you in ways that will make your blood run cold.”

Dean huffed, “This, Sir Trenton,” he let out, pausing to meet her eyes, “he really did a number on you. If you want to believe that I have a motive for helping you, by all means, go right ahead. My motive for helping you is keeping my promise.”

Amaya’s eyes went down to the five-pointed star surrounded by fire on his chest. Giving Dean a nod, she hopped around him towards a large pot that Missouri was hunched over.

“What is she making, a potion?” Dean asked, following behind.

“Hush up,” Missouri scoffed, “This is my gumbo.”

“Now Missouri,” a voice called, followed by a light buzzing sound, “don’t go adding what shouldn’ be in da gumbo!”

“And what do you think I would add in here that shouldn’t be?” Missouri huffed back, hands on her hips as she looked up at a firefly buzzing around her head.

“Cinnamon,” they said matter of factly.

“Boy,” Missouri said, “you are lucky I am too kind-hearted to knock you with a spoon because of your size.”

Dean knew the voice sounded familiar. He had heard it many times before.

But Benny was back in Castle Winchester. So then, who was the mysterious firefly?

“This curse is more complicated than you realize, Young Prince,” Missouri said, stirring the pot. “Since you’re here, you must be feeling a sense of familiarity.”

“Are you a witch?” Dean asked, “I don’t trust witches.”

“Not all of us who dabble in magic are evil, in fact,” Missouri shook her shoulders, revealing wings. “I am the fairy of this land. My magic couldn’t stop the curse Abaddon concocted. A curse so powerful that she used the darkest magic we’ve ever seen.”

“Missouri,” Amaya sighed, “he doesn’t need the details. I just need to know how to get back into the castle.”

“And how do you know that? He’s affected by this too,” Missouri sassed.

Dean tilted his head in confusion. What did she mean by the curse affecting him too?

“Do you have a plan? I mean, you must have? Then again, you got caught by one of the shadows trying to go after your father,” Missouri huffed out.

“What can we do? There has to be something? Maybe there is a potion or a book with spells that can give us a clue?” Dean let out, trying to come up with a plan.

“I think I have a way to break through the spell Abaddon placed on Lawrence,” Missouri said, taking Dean into her hand. “Abaddon’s curse also erased the memory of anyone close with the royal family of Aviria.”

“I don’t understand,” Dean let out. “I mean, I know I’ve felt like I’ve been here before. I remember Amaya being young, but --”

“Just relax, your highness,” Missouri said as she picked up a spoon, dipping it into the gumbo and scooping it up. “Take a taste and let the gumbo work its magic.”

“I don’t know how--” before Dean could finish the sentence, Missouri pushed the spoon past his lips and swallowed.

As the spices hit his taste buds, Dean felt a warm sensation fill his body. Flashes of memories began to fill his head. His webby hands held his temples as he groaned in pain. The pressure built as more and more images filled him. Until there was one last one that had his heart stop.

‘Do you think we can be friends forever?’ a girl around age eight said as she looked up at him with brown eyes full of tears.

‘I’ll write to you every day, Amaya,’ a ten-year-old Dean said as he kissed her forehead.

Dean looked at Amaya, who turned her head away from him. How could he have forgotten her? How did his family forget them? For that matter, how did an entire kingdom forget the royal family of Aviria?

“How?” Dean asked, looking at Missouri, “how did Abaddon make us forget?”

“On the day your family went back to your Kingdom, a pendant was given to a young squire,” Missouri explained. “That pendant was cursed to make anyone within the border of the castle forget the Avirian family.”

“But Amaya remembered her father. So how--” Dean stopped when Missouri shook her head.

“Child, the pendant was to work for those who resided in the palace. Amaya didn’t reside there. You did.” Missouri explained.

“How does that explain me?” Amaya let out, “I didn’t recognize him! We were told he died!”

“Child, you’re the Princess of Aviria. You didn’t think I was going to send you to Lawrence without protection?” Missouri sassed. “It made you forget that you knew Dean but not who you are.”

Amaya stayed silent as she watched Missouri speak to Dean before hopping off towards the porch. As she sat on the banister, a slight buzz came from her right.

“You know, Cher,” a voice called from beside her, “It’z hard to see someone you care abou’ not know who you ah’”

“Thanks, Ty,” Amaya huffed, “But I don’t need this. Not now. I just want Aviria to be free of this curse. It’s all--”

“Don’t chu dare say it’z your fault,” Ty growled as he buzzed his way to fly in front of her face. “None of dis iz on you. This is on Abaddon and Trenton. Doze two need tah pay for what dey done to us!”

Amaya nodded, a small tear falling from her eye.

“No, Cher,” Ty soothed, “don’t cry. We’ll find a way. We alwayz find a way outta trouble.”

“Like the time you guys, Benny, Sam, and I all went exploring in a cavern outside the bayou?” A voice called from behind them.

Ty and Amaya watched as Dean hopped his way over. The green frog made a few jumps before finally landing on the banister.

“Knew I would get there,” he said to himself. “Now that I remember,” Dean paused and looked at Ty, “Your brother’s safe, Ty. He’s still my best friend, and he’s captain of my personal guard.”

“Daz good to hear,” Ty said, chuckling. “I’m captain of her guard,” he threw his thumb out to point at Amaya. “Lot’ta good that did.”

“Hey!” Amaya called out, “If I can’t take the blame for this curse, you can’t take the blame either, come mierda.” (colloquial expression for asshole. Literal translation shit eater).

“I remember that word!” Dean chuckled. “Maya,” he sighed, turning to face her. “I’m--”

“There is nothing to apologize for,” she let out, swallowing the small lump that formed in her throat. “You had a spell cast on you. This was all planned from the beginning.”

Dean cleared his throat before producing a flower from behind his back. Missouri helped him conceal it to keep it a surprise. In his hands, he held a rare purple rose that only grew in Aviria. He knew they were Amaya’s favorite, but the thorns themselves were hard to avoid.

“Dean,” Amaya let out, her eyes darting from the rose to his eyes.

“Let me help you fight this, please,” Dean pleaded. “Our kingdom made a promise. Let me make sure that promise is kept.”

Amaya could feel her little frog heart pound in her chest at his words. She could tell he meant it just by gazing into his green eyes. Looking at the rose in his hands, she let her eyes trail up to his frog form and gasped.

“Estas sangrando,” she muttered, giving the flower to Ty and dragging Dean back inside.

“It’s just a bit of blood, I’m--”

Dean closed his mouth as she glared at him. A small part of him felt a slight sense of pride that she was taking care of his wounds. Now, if only he could fulfill his duty and help her save the realm.

Storybrooke

Amaya awoke the following day sore and tired. Working in the Queen’s Court wasn’t as easy as she thought it was. Her muscles hurt in places she never thought they could.

Making her way towards the kitchen, she noticed the purple rose on the counter from the night before. Her thoughts went to Trenton. Who else could have given it to her? They were dating, and he knew the kinds of flowers she liked. She figured this was his way of showing his affection on the most romantic day of the year. Even if she didn’t hear from him.

Glancing up at the clock, she cursed softly and rushed to get her breakfast. She knew she had a lot of work to do at the Emporium. Amaya was devastated when her windows were broken, and the newts she had collected for Gold were missing. She knew making the newt deal was too good to be true. Not to mention it was weird that Mr. Gold wanted newts as payment. She couldn’t help feel a sense of dread at what the day would bring.

As she got dressed, she felt good to have more clothes on. She missed having her layers. Her boot-cut jeans, band tee with flannel and leather jacket, and her boots were comforting to her.

Making sure she had everything she needed, Amaya locked her door and made her way to her bike. She only imagined what she would find and the work she would do to fix the shop. That alone had her thinking about the cost of repairing everything. As she parked her bike in the back, she could tell something was different. Walking inside from the back door, she found the glass was cleaned up.

Walking to the front of the store, she gasped upon seeing the fixed glass. She didn’t know what to think. Yesterday the last thing she remembered was glass everywhere. The windows were smashed in, and now, the store was clean, and the windows were replaced. Moving to the front of the store, she gasped, seeing another purple rose.

'No one deserves to have something they've worked for destroyed. Just remember that your smile sparks life. Your amphibians need you, a kind and wonderful soul who sees more than just a slimy animal. You see the royalty inside the frogs.'

Amaya laughed at the words. She had always joked that one of these amphibians was a royal in disguise. Amaya had to thank Trenton for doing this. He is the only one whom she could think of that did this. After all, Trenton loved her, right?

Placing the flower in a vase she had lying around, Amaya went about her morning feeding and taking care of the Amphibians in their habitats. As she was on the last glass tank, she heard the bell jingle as the door opened.

“Hey, babe,” Trenton’s voice filled the shop. “How did you fix up the place so fast?”

“I found it like this,” Amaya let out. “I guess Mr. Gold decided to fix up the glass.”

Well, it looks like Trenton wasn’t the one who fixed it. And Amaya knew Mr. Gold never fixed anything. Then, who was the purple rose from? And why her? She spent some time with Trenton until he had to go to work. She found out he worked at the docks and knew his reason for being out so late. Sometimes, working at the ports was late night work.

Once Trenton left, Amaya began looking over inventory. Her mind was on the purple rose and the mysterious person who seemed to be watching out for her.

Meanwhile, Dean had woken up and made his way to the garage. All morning all he could think about was Henry’s book. Something about it seemed mysterious. Hell, it said he was good at archery. Dean wondered what else was in it. Looking at the clock and the list of customers, he sighed. There weren’t many, to begin with, and Dean found he had free time.

Running to the office, Dean announced he would end his shift early and made his way to Mayor Mill’s house. He saw the young boy making his way out of the sidewalk and towards town. Dean jogged a bit to catch up to the boy.

“Henry!” he called, but his voice wasn’t the only one to call for the mayor’s son.

Dean saw Sam making his way towards Henry at the same time he was.

“Sam? What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be working?” he asked, raising his eyebrow at his brother.

“Could say the same about you,” Sam huffed.

“Slow day at the garage,” Dean snapped. “I need to speak to Henry. Why don’t you go off and get lost in bliss? You’re good at it.”

“Why don’t you go on and drink your life away? You’re good at that,” Sam snapped back.

“Um,” Henry reminded the boys of his presence, “are you guys okay?”

“I need to read your storybook,” the brothers said at the same time.

“You’re not reading it,” they synced again. “I am. Stop that!”

Both brothers let out growls of frustration. Dean ran a hand across his face while Sam ran his fingers through his hair. Green eyes met hazel in an angry staring contest.

“Why are you two fighting? You’re brothers. You used to get along,” Henry pointed out.

“Why don’t you go back to Ruby, Sam? Seems like you don’t want to get rid of her that bad if she’s still at your apartment.” Dean growled, glaring at his brother.

“Shut up, Dean. You know she had her name on the lease, and it’s--”

“And who told you to not let her do that? Huh?” Dean pushed at Sam, “I’m getting real sick of having to clean up after your sorry ass.”

“Um, guys,” Henry tried to get the brother’s attention.

“You know what, Dean,” Sam huffed, “I’m sick and tired of you looking out for me. I don’t need you! I never needed you!”

“And whose fault is it that we’re indebted to Rowena instead of Gold, Huh?” Dean barked, “It sure as hell wasn’t me! I wasn’t the one who got her mixed up with us again after the first time. So this is all on you!”

“Oh yeah?” Sam challenged, standing toe to toe with Dean, “Fuck you, Dean. You have this savior complex that gets you in trouble. You know that. I don’t need you to save me. And you know what, Maya doesn’t need you to save her!”

“At least I’m trying to fix things!” Dean said, “you ruined this family, Sam. The minute you made a deal with Rowena and started seeing Ruby, you broke us, man.”

“What about you, Dean? You broke promise after promise. Not just to Amaya, but to me!” Sam cried.

“What? No, I--”

“My birthday,” Sam breathed, “you promised me we were going to have this amazing brother bonding trip, only for me to find out you and Benny went off on your own! You treat Benny like your brother and me like a stranger!” Sam accused.

Dean stayed silent as he looked at his brother. Had he been so selfish that he abandoned his brother too? Had he really broken his promises not just to Amaya but to his family?

“The night Dad had his heart attack,” Sam let out, swallowing the lump in his throat. “You promised him you were going to help him fix the room for mom. Mom, who’s still in the hospital and is in a damn coma!”

“Sam, I--”

“No,” Sam sneered, “My turn. You get to stand there and hear everything you did.” Sam poked at Dean’s chest, nostrils flaring in anger, “you always treated me like a god damn baby! News flash, I grew up! I grew up, and you treated me like it was my fault mom got sick!”

“You’re the one that gave her the damn candy some stranger gave you!” Dean countered. “So yeah, it’s your fault that mom is in the hospital in a coma!”

“What if it was me, Dean?” Sam asked, eyes filled with tears. “What if I ate it instead of mom? Would you be happy then?”

“Sam,” Dean said, his anger calmed by Sam’s questioning, “you know I would be worried the same way. You’re my brother.”

“Yeah, I know,” Sam said, “but you still blame me, and nothing I do can ever set things right.”

“Look, let’s just--” Dean ran his hand across his face again before rubbing the back of his neck, “Henry, we need to know about us, in your book.”

“Okay,” Henry agreed, “But not here. We need to go somewhere quiet.”

“Where?” Sam and Dean echoed.

“Just follow me,” Henry said, shaking his head at the two men.

Enchanted Forest

“You sure you want to do this?” Dean asked as they neared the cave with the secret entrance to the tunnel.

Ty was using his butt, for lack of a better word, as a way to light their path. Dean still couldn’t wrap his head around how a fairy could curse not just one kingdom but two.

Following behind the gator, Dean learned was named Garth. They reached an area with a waterfall.

“This is it,” Amaya said. “Behind the falls is a secret cavern to a trap door.”

“What do we do once we get inside?” Brandy asked.

“You guys don’t go inside,” Amaya breathed, “I go in,” she clarified, “alone.”

“You are not going in alone!”

“No way! We’re coming with you!”

Everyone in the group voiced their opinions. Dean staying silent as he looked at Amaya. He could see how determined she was.

“You’re going to what?” he finally spoke after everyone quieted down, “You’re going to trade yourself for your dad? Then what?”

“I don’t know,” Amaya sighed. “But I can’t let him be captured. At this point, Abaddon has won. There is nothing else we can do.”

“I can help you fight,” Dean insisted, “you want to be bait, okay, but not without backup. We can get your dad out safe, and you won’t be trapped.”

“And how do we do that?” Amaya asked.

Dean had laid out the plan, Amaya would go in with Dean. Two tiny frogs would be easy to overlook. As they hopped through the palace, Dean could feel the memories of running around after Amaya come to him. He had to make this right. Had to make sure that he destroyed Benny’s pendant when he got back home.

As they neared the end of the hall, neither frog noticed the shadows following them. They got captured, Abaddon laughing as she stood by Trenton’s side, a cage in the center of the room holding another frog.

“So glad you could join us!” Abaddon said as she had the shadows bring Amaya and Dean towards her. “If only you’d just handed her over to me, Your Highness, you’d be your handsome self.”

“What are you doing? Running two kingdoms, you’re a fairy! You shouldn’t be doing things like this!” Dean croaked.

“Who made the rules? You?” Abaddon mocked, “please. I know fairies who are tired of living under Blue’s thumb.”

“And you’re one of them,” Dean huffed, “you’re just greedy. Magic comes with a price Abaddon, what you’ve done, you’ll have to pay for.”

“Have you been talking to Rumplestilskin? He’s such a know it all,” she sighed, walking up to Dean and grabbing him. “Young Prince, you have a lot to learn before you realize you won’t be king.”

“I don’t care,” Dean said, struggling against Abaddon’s hold on him.

He could feel his body secreting mucus, smiling at the abundance of it. He could see the moment Abaddon was disgusted by what she was feeling, releasing him and shaking out her hand.

“Ewwww, he got slime on me!” she howled.

“Not slime,” he called out, hopping between the shadows and making his way to the King’s cage, “It’s mucus!”

As he yelled out, he used his legs to kick the cage over, freeing the king.

In the flurry of confusion, Dean led the king to Amaya, all while dodging Abaddon’s spells. As he was making his way toward Amaya, he noticed Abaddon aiming her wand at the king. It was all in slow motion for Dean. He pushed Amaya out of the way as he shielded the king’s body with his, Abaddon’s spell hitting him right on his family’s crest. The wind knocked out of him as he slid to the floor of the throne room. His whole world going black.

“No,” Amaya whispered before screaming it in sheer terror.

Storybrooke

“So Amaya is cursed,” Dean let out as he skimmed through the book. “She’s the Frog.”

“Yup,” Henry smiled. “You made a promise, and it bound you guys together. It’s why you both share the crest! The pentagram in a circle of fire.”

“Pentagram in a circle of fire? Dean, that’s--” Sam began but shut his mouth when Dean sent him a glare.

“Henry,” Dean sighed, “this all seems… far-fetched. I mean, Amaya doesn’t even like me. Not to mention I--” he wasn’t sure how to finish his sentence.

“You could always go talk to Missouri,” Henry said.

“Where did you hear that name?’ Dean asked.

“Well, she lives in the forest,” Henry pointed more profound into the woods. “She lives by the old lake that leads to the swamps. Amaya and I visited her when Amaya was looking for newts and tadpoles.”

Dean nodded, taking all the information he received into consideration. He drifted to an image on a page. A froggy Amaya was holding on to a froggy Dean, the froggy Dean’s body emitting light.

Something about the picture called to Dean, making his head flash with small images. Amaya calling for him, Dean jumping as a frog in front of what looked like a flash of red light.

“Okay, I need to head into town. Thanks for the info Henry, I appreciate it.” Dean gave Henry’s shoulder a firm pat before he walked towards his brother. “Whatever is going on, I hope we can solve it. These dreams we’re having… I got a feeling.”

“Yeah,” Sam nodded, “Me too. Dean,” Sam continued, his eyes pleading with his brother, “be careful working for Gold. Please. I’m going to work on my end and move in with Dad. Get as far away from Ruby as I can.”

“Yeah, psycho bitch needs to go bye-bye,” Dean huffed.

Sam nodded, pulling his brother in for a hug.

“I hope this means we can stop fighting, right?” Sam asked, his voice full of hope.

“Yeah,” Dean answered, “I think so. You’re my brother. And as annoying as you are, I got your back.”

“Thanks, Dean,” Sam said, letting Dean go.

Dean left Henry and Sam, making his way towards town. He had to report to Mr. Gold.

Dean entered The Rabbit Hole. He needed a drink, maybe four. Working for Gold had him moving around town doing things Dean knew weren’t right. But if he didn’t, he knew Amaya would be in trouble. After taking Mr. French’s delivery van yesterday, Gold had him going around collecting debts from people who’ve been hiding. It wasn’t easy, and he knew it would make him an enemy, but he’d hope that people would realize he was being used as a pawn too.

Then there was hearing about Sam being engaged to Ruby. No wonder his brother wanted to live with their father. Dean would have run for the hills too. At his lunch break, Dean had found a way to talk to Y/N. But she seemed to dismiss his questions, claiming Sam was a grown adult and could marry who he wanted. But he could see how heartbroken she was.

As he sat at the bar, thinking about everything that happened, he couldn’t help but pick up a conversation that was happening near him.

“Man, the new girls in Queen’s Court, are hot,” he heard someone say.

Dean raised his eyebrow, adjusting himself so he could listen closer.

“Yeah, one of them seems to play the shy innocent act,” another customer commented, letting out a chuckle, “but it’s the brunette I would love to have a private dance with.”

“The brunette?” their friend asked.

“I mean, they say the brunette has some amazing tits. Perky and supple,” Dean could see the man pause to lick his lips. “Makes you want to bury your face between them. Think her stage name is Calla Lilly.”

Dean pushed away from the bar, signaling to the bartender that he would move to Queen’s Court. With his glass still in his hands, Dean made his way into the court.

“Gentlemen,” the DJ’s voice echoed through the speakers, “that was White Swan.”

As the performer was collecting her money, Dean tilted his head, recognizing the woman.

“Y/N?” he let out, “Sam’s not gonna be happy about that.” Dean grabbed his drink and turned back towards the stage. He watched as Y/N walked down and made her way off the stage.

Dean shook his head when he noticed Crowley ogling Y/N. Dean was surprised to see Y/N flirting with the weasel. That meant something must have happened between her and Sam again. Dean shook his head, wondering what had to be fixed now. Why couldn’t his brother just get rid of Ruby and fix things with Y/N? It shouldn’t be that hard. Then again, he was having a hard time with Amaya.

Turning his attention back to the stage, he decided Sam was going to fix it. He had no time to help his brother. Dean had his own shit to deal with. And if he couldn’t fix his own mistakes, how could he help Sam?

The whiskey was smooth as it flowed down his throat, Dean letting out a slight hiss before licking his lips. He could see many men trying to get a spot closer to the stage for the next performer.

“Gentlemen, welcome to the Queen’s Court,” the DJ began his announcement, “Calla Lilly!”

The cheers that erupted in the room were deafening. Dean was curious about the woman who was performing. His eyes focused on the opening in the back of the stage. The music began to play. Dean recognized the song as The Stroke by Billy Squire started to play.

Dean liked Calla Lilly’s taste in music. He asked for another whiskey, wondering what Calla looked like.

Dean sat up straight as the performer brought out one leg seductively, her hands on either side of the door frame before pushing out onto the stage. His breath caught in his throat as he saw a pair of familiar brown eyes and brown purple highlighted hair.

“Amaya.”

Chapter 8 >>

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flamencodiva · 3 years ago

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The Frog Princess Masterlist

Description: The life of a prince is never easy, unless you are Dean Winchester, crowned prince to the Kingdom of Lawrence. But when an encounter with a frog changes his world, what will he find on his adventure? And what happens when an Evil Queens curse sends them to a land without magic and no memory of what he's lost? Pairing: Dean Winchester x Amaya Campos Warnings for entire fic: Angst, Slow Burn, Fluff, Eventual Smut, Idiots to lovers, Language Violence. Beta: @wonder-cole and @jensengirl83 A/N: This fic coensides with a fic written by @defenderrosetyler on Tumble titled A Prince and His Swan. Make sure you guys check it out!

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

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flamencodiva · 4 years ago

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GBTY 1 - Nothing Against You

Book Cover by: @talesmaniac89

Description: Amaya Campos and Dean Winchester had a playful rivalry. what happens when Dean is no longer her Dean. Will this change make one of them realize what they really desire, or will they continue to keep secrets?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Amaya Campos (Original Female Character) , AU Dean Winchester x AU Amaya Campos

Warnings: Language, Violence, Smut, Fluff, Angst

Word for Chapter: 5704

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The rumble of the black ‘67 Chevy Impala echoed in the alleyway as it came to a soft stop, the driver turning off the ignition and looking to his brother beside him.

"You said she was coming, right?" the driver said as his brother placed the bookmark in the book he was reading.

"For the millionth time," his voice dripped with annoyance, "yes, Dean, I called Amaya, and she said she would meet us here."

"Sam," Dean ran his hand across his face. "Look, she is a great hunter. You know it, I know it. But, she got injured in her last hunt. So I'm sorry if I'm a little apprehensive about whether she’ll be --"

The loud bang against the Impala's roof made the brothers jump as a soft chuckle filled their ears. They could see Amaya Campos through the window on the driver’s side, laughing. Dean swallowed the lump in his throat. He tried not to get distracted by how beautiful she looked when she smiled. Closing his eyes, Dean flared his nostrils and clenched his jaw.

"You know what, Campos," Dean barked as he threw open the driver's side door and climbed out. "You are a real pain in the ass."

"Yeah, I know," she shrugged and punched his shoulder. "But you know I'm the best."

"If it weren't for that fact, you would have been dead by now," Dean grumbled as he made his way to the trunk.

"How you doin’, Amaya?" Sam asked as he gave her a gentle hug.

"I bounce back, Sasquatch," she gave them a bright smile. "So, a coven of witches is in there," she pointed at the warehouse then crossed her arms.

"Yeah," Sam sighed, "but get this. These witches have been gathering ingredients for a big spell." Sam pulled out his notes as he showed them to Amaya, "They killed specific victims and took certain body parts from them."

"Well, that's just wrong… and creepy," Amaya shuddered.

"Something we agree on," Dean cocked his gun as he checked to make sure it was working. "I wish there was an easier way to get rid of these hags all at once."

"You and me both, Short Stack," Amaya breathed. She grabbed a few Witch-killing bullets and loaded the clip into her pistol.

"I'm taller than you, Campos." Dean pulled up close to her, his form towering over hers.

"I'm using Sasquatch as a reference," she gave him a sly smile before letting her fingers dance along his chest. "Wanna make this interesting?"

"What, like the ghoul hunt last month?" he raised an eyebrow at her before letting his eyes roam over her body.

Her Ramones crop top and leather jacket was accentuating her chest, her cleavage leaving Dean imagining dirty things he could do between her breasts. He continued to let his eyes roam over Amaya's figure; her bootleg jeans hugged her hips in the right place. He bit the inside of his cheek, Dean's way to hold back from reaching out and placing his hand on the curve of her hip. His eyes continued to move up to her hair in a neat ponytail. He could always see himself pulling on the elastic to let the tendrils fall, his fingers running through her brown and purple highlighted hair. Shaking out of his thoughts, he looked into her eyes, feeling his heart pounding in his chest.

"Come on, Winchester," she moved her hand around to the back of his neck. Her fingers began to play with the small hairs at the nape of it, "If you can last five minutes without a witch blasting you away," Amaya's fingers ghosted over his cheek while staring into his green eyes, "I can make it worth your while."

"Whatever you're trying to sell me, sweetheart," he licked his lips. It was his way of controlling himself. He could not fall into the trap he knew she was trying to set, "I ain't buying."

"Come on," she cooed, "what's one little harmless bet?"

"Last time we had a--" Dean lifted his hands as he pushed back away from her, making air quotes, "' Harmless bet ' I had to drive the Impala in my underwear while listening to Taylor Swift." He shuddered at the memory of Sam recording the evidence to send to Amaya.

"Admit it," she chuckled, "you enjoyed it."

"You wish," he shot back.

"Guys," Sam sighed. "Can you guys please, just make a bet. Hell, I'll mediate. If Amaya wins, Dean has to--" he paused to think.

"Give up pie for a month," she crossed her arms, smiling.

"You bitch!" Dean growled. "There is no way I'm giving up pie. You win, I'll kiss you for two minutes," he gave an inward groan as the words came out.

"Two minutes of making out with Dean Winchester?"

Dean watched as she popped out her hip and placed her hand on it. He could tell she was thinking about it.

"I'm not thrilled about it either, but it's all I could come up with, outside of humiliating myself farther," he grumbled.

"I was gonna say you could dance to the Macarena while wearing women's underwear," Sam shrugged.

Dean watched as Amaya's eyes lit up and he gave Sam his best bitch face, "Asshole."

"I like Sam's idea better. Not just the Macarena in women's underwear, but I want a live performance!" She smiled, “You need to sing the song too!”

"We're wasting time," Dean said, rolling his eyes as he looked between Sam and Amaya. "Fine. You got a deal. But if I win--" he licked his lips, "you are going to give me a very nice strip show in the Bunker to the song of my choice."

"Bueno, que quieres? (Well, what do you want?) All nude reviews or bare minimum?" she asked as she gave him a casual shrug.

"All nude with a very nice view of the sweet stuff," he said, smiling. "Quiero ver a to-do tu que-ehr-po," ( I want to see all of your body.) Dean smirked, hoping he got the wording right for his Spanish.

"Spanish is getting better, perv," she muttered. "Fine. But you are only looking, not touching!"

"Fine with me, sweetheart," Dean held out his hand for her to shake.

But she did something unexpected. Grabbing Dean by the lapels of his leather jacket, she pulled him in for a short kiss on his lips.

Pulling back, she smiled, "Sellado con un beso (Sealed with a kiss). No backing out now Winchester. The challenge, you can't go fifteen minutes without getting blasted by a witch spell."

"You're on," he squeaked before clearing his throat and making his way inside.

Sam cocked his gun before looking at his best friend, "You love making him squirm."

"It's only ever going to be fun and games, Sam," she put on her bravest smile. "Nothing can ever come from two hunters in this world being together. Happy ever after doesn't exist."

Sam sighed as he watched his friend and brother head inside. He knew they were ridiculous, but there was nothing he could do except let them be idiots together. As the group filtered through the warehouse, Sam could hear the faint sound of chanting.

An eerie lavender glow came from an open door along a dark corridor. Sam crept towards it, self flush against the wall as he peered inside.

At the same time, in another universe, a group of men dressed in black surrounded the warehouse, each one with a radio and a body cam hooked up to them. They all waited for a signal from their leader to storm inside and take down their targets.

"It's too quiet in there," one of them whispered.

"Yeah, but we have to follow protocol," the second one answered.

"Squad leaders, move in," a gruff voice called over the walkie talkie.

The warehouse had filled with the sounds of feet stomping the pavement. The women found themselves surrounded — weapons aimed at them. One of them strolled forward, her cackle bouncing off the walls and filling the warehouse with its shrill sound.

"The Men of Letters can't stop us," she proclaimed. "The spell is in motion. It has begun!"

"Fire!"

The command came from above as the warehouse filled with the sounds of gunfire, figures dressed in black emptying their clips. The witches all dropped one by one, save for one, who cowered on the ground behind the cauldron. When the firing calmed down, the mysterious soldiers in black all pointed their guns at her, waiting for her to make a move as she bled through her wound. As the silence began to fill the air, the faint sounds of high heels and heavy footsteps echoed around them as the men all moved aside for two figures dressed in suit’s approaching closer to their target.

One of the figures was a woman, about 5’4 with long brown hair that flowed down her back. She wore a navy blue pencil skirt with a button up quarter sleeve white shirt that went well with her four-inch black stilettos. The other figure was a man, 6’1 in height, wearing a navy blue three piece tailored suit, his brown hair perfectly combed back in a short cut. Both figures stood side by side as they surveyed their surroundings.

"Is this her?" the female spoke.

"Yes, ma'am," came the reply as the woman made her way closer.

She stood in front of the Witch and took her chin in her hands.

"Excellente. Bind her and take her to the prison, we'll question her there. Whatever they did, we need to find a way to reverse it." She looked over at the green-eyed man who followed closely behind her, "Que esperen y muévanse!" (What are you waiting for and move!)

"We will," he said, looking over the papers before signing his name to the documents. "I believe Grandpa Henry will be happy with what we've done. We do make a great team, Amaya."

"I wouldn't be marrying you if we didn't, Winchester," she smiled before making her way to him.

"We've been tracking them for a long time," the man sighed as the Witch had a black cover placed on her head. He watched as one of the men dragged her off, "I'm worried about the repercussions to their spell. I mean, according to Sam, they were working on something that could be transdimensional."

"Then all the more reason to get back to headquarters and interrogate her," she said, placing her hand on the man's cheek. "Dean, everything will be fine. Vas a ver. We've been doing this for years, and we have almost eradicated this world of monsters."

"I know but," he said as he leaned into her touch, "what if they bring something over here to throw the balance off?"

"Then we will deal with it," she reassured him. "Together, as we've always done things, mi amor. (My love)"

The Witch smiled under the hood over her head. Everything was working according to the plan. It was all a matter of time for the other world to align and cast their spell.

Meanwhile, in the slick black restored ‘67 Chevy Impala, Dean looked over at his fiancee. He couldn't help shake the pit he felt in his stomach. Following behind the black van, Dean pulled up into the garage of the compound.

Before exiting the car, he turned to Amaya, "Are we sure this witch is going to talk?" he reached over, caressing her cheek.

Leaning into his touch, Amaya took in a slow deep breath, "We can only hope that she does. The only one who can really make her talk is you, Dean. Yo sé que no te gusta, pero, (I know you don't like it, but,) it's your specialty."

"Yeah," Dean rubbed his eyes, "I know. Mientras que me ayuda a proteger a mi Familia y el Mundo, (As long as it helps me protect my family and the world) I'll keep doing it."

"I love it when you speak Spanish, mi amor," she leaned over towards him and pressed her lips gingerly against his. "I will be in the other room, observing if you need back up."

"Amaya," Dean kissed her forehead, "you know I hate it when you watch."

"Don't get performance anxiety on me now, Winchester," she teased. "I mean, you look hot when you get all dom on them."

Dean let out a low growl before pulling her in for a deep kiss, his tongue exploring the inside of her mouth as she moaned. Her hands found their way around his neck, fingers playing with the short hairs that she could find. Amaya shifted her position to press her body against his, her legs straddling him as they made out on the bench seat of his hunter car. The Impala was always good for making out after a hunt well done. Dean smirked against her lips as his hands found their way under her blouse; her soft skin sending a shiver down his spine. He loved touching her, kissing her, tasting her. The two lovers were engrossed in their feelings, too lost in their touches, they never noticed the person stalking towards their car. With a devilish smirk, they lifted their hand and slammed it on the roof of the Impala, making the lovers jump.

"That is very unprofessional of you two."

Sam Winchester smiled at the lovers as they both flipped him off. Letting them exit the car, he watched as his brother Dean adjusted his tie and smoothed out his hair.

"Is the witch ready for interrogation?" he helped Amaya out after she fixed up her appearance.

"Yes," Sam said, still smiling, "she's in your favorite room."

"Good," Dean linked his arm with Amaya's, "I say, after I’m done, we head on over to Albert's and celebrate with a nice meal."

Dean led her towards the dungeon where the interrogation would take place.

"Sounds good, baby," Amaya kissed his cheek as she helped him remove his blazer before lifting the sleeves of his dress shirt, "give her hell."

"I always do, sweetheart," he said, giving her a wink before entering the room and closing the door behind him.

Back across the universe, to one where the Men of Letters is all but dead, Sam Winchester watched as his brother and Amaya began to signal to each other. The witches all gathered as, what looked like, the leader started chanting.

"Vocamus, antiqui potestates, audire nostrum dicere, sentire nostra potestate. Per tempus et spatium, sit animarum artem. Sicut anima est, luxatis sit pati in solatium, ut desiderium pro amore et carnem esse eius ruinam." (We call upon the ancient powers, to hear our call, feel our power. Across time and space, let the souls switch. As the soul is displaced, let it suffer in solace as the longing for love and flesh be its downfall.) There was a crash of thunder and a flash of lightning. All the while, the witches began throwing the ingredients into the cauldron.

"Sam, Now!" Dean bellowed as all three began shooting at the witches. Both Sam and Amaya found themselves back to back as they aimed at the ones running. Dean decided to make a beeline for the leader and had reached her when she gave him a devilish smile.

"It is done, my followers cast the spell, and there is nothing you can do," she cackled.

"What did you do?" he demanded as he aimed the gun at her as she smiled.

"You'll see," she teased and raised her hand and thrust it forward. She used her power to send Dean back, crashing against some empty crates.

His body crumbled to the ground while Sam and Amaya screamed his name. A shot rang out, and the Witch's body fell with a thud.

With a groan, Dean opened his eyes and sighed, "Did we get her?"

"Yeah," Sam chuckled as he helped his brother up, "but you lost the bet."

"What?" Dean cried and looked at his brother with disbelief. "No, I didn't!"

"Yes, you did! I had my timer on, and you had two minutes left," Amaya boasted with a bright smile. "We'll talk later. You're bleeding, and we need to make sure you don't need stitches."

Dean hissed as Amaya brushed her fingers along the cut on his head; he could feel his heart pounding in his chest at her touch. Dean could see the concern in her eyes as she looked for any more wounds; he never wanted to see that look again. He wished he could protect her from all this: protect her from himself. He made a small note to push her away once he was all healed. But then, she did something that made him change his mind. It was subtle, but the way she cared for him, it made him rethink how he should keep his distance from her.

"Okay, Romeo," she murmured after cleaning up his wound. "You'll be flirting with barmaids in no time."

"I guess I'll have to learn the Macarena then, huh?" he sighed.

"I'll give you a few days to recover before I collect," she said as they made their way back outside and towards their vehicles. "I gotta jet," she used her thumb to point to her bike, "need to get some stuff done."

"You know," Dean cleared his throat, "you can-- you can come live with us-- in the Bunker," he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Did the witch curse you with something?" Amaya wondered and raised an eyebrow at him. "I mean, we're friends but--"

"Look, we have a friendly competition," Dean grumbled. "Besides, it makes it easier to collect on a debt when you're close by."

Amaya bit her lip as she looked from Dean to Sam. She always found an excuse not to stay with them in the Bunker, ever since Sam first suggested it. It was easy to reject the offer when Dean would argue that he and Sam could no longer call it a bachelor pad if she moved in.

"Come on, Amaya," Sam's voice broke her out of her thoughts. "It would be better than being out on your own, and you always have a bed to sleep in."

"I--" Amaya hesitated as she decided to find the ground fascinating.

"Either you're coming or not," Dean growled. "We don't have time to argue about this when we have to figure out what those witches did."

"Fine," she breathed. "But I swear Winchester," she walked up to him and poked him in his chest. "One wrong move, one smelly sock or underwear in my room. I catch you playing Peeping Tom, and I am out of there so fast after laying your ass out you won't know what hit you."

Dean raised his hands in the air as he used his finger to draw a cross over his heart, "Cross my heart. I will be on my best behavior."

"Yeah, yeah," she sighed, "I'll follow you on my bike."

Dean watched as she made her way towards the gleaming black motorcycle and waited for him to start driving. Dean couldn't help but glance now and then at the rearview mirror. He had to make sure the bike was still behind them. He could never shake the feeling that something would happen to Amaya if she stayed near him for long. Even with their friendly banter, Dean had known her since they were kids. And when they started hooking up, much to Sam’s dismay, he couldn’t help but feel he had cursed her in some way. The last thing he needed was for Amaya to end up like every woman in his life, gone, broken, and/or dead.

"You know you could just actually tell her you like her," Sam sighed as he read through his book, using his phone as a flashlight.

Dean let out a scoff, "What? I don't like Amaya like that. She's -- she's just a very good hunter who I consider a friend and is nice to look at."

"Yeah," Sam scoffed as he shook his head, "you keep telling yourself that, Dean."

"I'm not kidding Sam," Dean denied, glancing at his brother. "You know how this story ends. Jo, Lisa… they both ended in tragedy, and one of those was an experienced hunter."

"Dean," Sam shook his head, "what if it's different? I mean, Amaya is not Jo. Jo lived a sheltered life away from actually hunting. Yeah, she knew about it, but she didn't become a hunter until she met us."

"Yeah. And I don't want Amaya to meet the same fate," Dean huffed. "It's better this way, Sam. We don't get happy endings."

"Dean," Sam rubbed his eyes, "I know you guys have gotten together more than once."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Dean shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he made the turn towards the Bunker.

"You guys are not quiet," Sam pointed out. "You both are being stupid, and keeping each other at arm's length is only going to get messy. You guys think you're going to keep each other safe, but you aren't. And you are only going to hurt each other, or worse."

"What could be worse?" Dean asked as he pulled the Impala into the garage just as Amaya's bike pulled in behind them.

"One of you gets seriously injured protecting the other," Sam breathed. "You know it's true, Dean. You guys are so alike and…" Sam looked back as he watched Amaya grabbing what little she had on her. "The last hunt, where she got hurt… can you imagine if we were with her?"

Dean stayed silent as he tried to imagine the scene. Sam was right, Amaya wouldn't have gotten injured. He was sure that he would have jumped in and taken the hit for her. Or at least taken out the monster without any casualties. But Dean shook the thought out of his head.

"All the more reason for me to keep my distance," Dean argued.

Sam let out a frustrated groan as his brother got out of the car. He looked over at Amaya just as Dean caught up with her and was glad that she decided to stay with them. He only hoped that it would be a good thing and they wouldn't hurt each other in the process.

Amaya watched as Dean paced in front of the Witch. The Witch's body hung in the middle of the room, her arms above her head as she dangled like a piece of meat in a butcher's shop. The double-sided mirror was the only thing separating her from him. She walked over to the mirror and pressed the button, indicating that the microphone was on, Amaya needed to hear what was going on. If she listened in, there was a chance that she could help read between the lines. Witches, like demons, always found a way to lie.

"What does the spell do?" Dean asked as he walked by the weapons table.

Amaya watched as his fingers ghosted over the various knives and tongs. She could see his fingers linger over his favorite weapon. It was a double-edged Turkish knife that had a serrated edge on one side and a smooth blade on the other.

"There is still one component left," the witch sneered.

Dean moved his way towards her, letting the blade drag along her exposed skin, the blood dripping down to the floor as the Witch laughed.

"You can torture me all you want son of man," she growled as she took in a deep breath before breaking the chains.

Amaya tried to rush towards the door, only to freeze in place as the room filled with the sound of evil laughter.

"Foolish mortals," the voice boomed.

The Witch was now floating a few feet above Dean. Her eyes were glowing lavender.

"Don't take this the wrong way," she floated towards him and grabbed his chin. "Your counterpart in a different world brought this upon himself. You're collateral damage."

Dean tried to move, but he found himself frozen in place. He took in a sharp breath as the Witch placed a finger on his forehead and whispered an incantation. He watched as a life that wasn't his flash before his eyes. He saw a different life than what he lived, watched as he saw pain and suffering and a life without Amaya.

"No," he growled, "you are not going to do this to me." He tried to break free but found that he couldn't, "Who are you?"

"Your worst nightmare," she boasted with a smile as she let out a shock wave of power. "It is nothing against you, well this version of you, Dean. This version of you is more mature. But, you decided to mess with the daughters of Hecate."

Dean's eyes widened at the name. They were not dealing with ordinary witches any more; they now pissed off the goddess of witches. His gaze shifted to the double-sided mirror, hoping that Amaya was safe before hearing a small laugh.

"Your little slut is fine," she assured him and gave him a pat on his cheek. "But I'm going to give you a few days before I rip you from her. Enjoy your time."

Before Dean could ask what she meant, the dungeon shook, the lights flickered, and everything went black. After a few moments, Dean gasped as he shot up, hissing in pain as he reached up to touch his head, flinching when he felt the familiar sticky feeling of blood. Looking around, Dean coughed, the pain in his chest radiating. He took a closer look at the damage; the double-sided glass had shattered when Hecate escaped. The Bunker filled with red lighting as the alarm was ringing around him and he could make out the faint yells of the other hunters stationed there, all on high alert.

"Amaya," Dean breathed as he made his way to the window.

The room was in bad shape; the roof had caved in. The destruction of the dungeon kicked in Dean's protective mode as he tried to look around for any signs of Amaya. He ignored the searing pain that was pulsing through his body as he filtered through the debris.

"Amaya?" Dean called out as he began to move the rubble. "Sweetheart, Donde estas? Amaya responde por favor!!" he called out.

"Dean?!" Sam's voice called through the door.

"Sam?" Dean croaked. "Sam, I can't find Amaya."

"Just hold on," Sam said.

He could hear orders echoing in the hall as he continued to look for Amaya.

"Dean!" a female voice called out.

Dean froze at the sound of Amaya's voice.

"Amaya? Where are you, sweetheart?" he said as he looked around.

"Over here," Her voice was firm. "Maldita madre de la gran puta. Cuando encuentre esa bruja la voy a matar!" (Damn mother of the big whore. When I find that Witch, I will kill her!)

He smiled at her outburst and sighed when he could see movement coming from one of the corners of the room. Dean rushed over, forgetting the pain that radiated from his wounds. He moved the debris, thankful that it seemed to only cover her without crushing her, helping her up and carrying her over to where Sam and his men had cleared out a path.

"What the fuck happened?" Sam asked as he looked at the damage then his brother's wound.

"Hecate," Dean said and winced when he felt Amaya's fingers assessing the damage, “she made an appearance.”

"How did we miss that?" Sam wondered as he looked at the damage in the dungeon room before turning to his brother.

"She was inside one of the witches," Dean sighed. "I guess they invoked her before we got there."

"How do we explain this?" Sam asked.

"As with any other hunt that can and will go wrong," a voice came from down the hall.

Walking towards them was Henry Winchester. His salt and pepper hair short and neat, his face clean of any facial hair. His green eyes surveyed the scene before landing on his grandsons.

"Grandpa Henry," Sam acknowledged as he stood at attention.

Dean took that moment to show respect to their grandfather. He mimicked his brother's stance; back straight, shoulders squared, hands at his sides. Both brothers observed as the Patriarch of the Winchester family assessed the damage.

“Boys,” he said and offered them a small smirk, “it seems the witches have decided to stir up trouble.”

Amaya looked around the Bunker. She had only heard the stories from the boys themselves a few times. Looking around the garage, she took in all the classic cars. Amaya held in her excitement; she couldn't wait to get her hands greasy from looking through the engines. As Amaya took in more of the garage, she made a note to look at the bikes and make sure they were in top condition. Parking her bike in an empty spot, she grabbed her things from the saddlebag and waited for the boys to approach her.

"So this is your man cave?" she asked and looked over at Dean.

Dean scoffed, "This is just the garage, sweetheart." He took her hand in his, ignoring the jolt of electricity that coursed through his veins, "The man cave needs a… private tour," he gave her a wink.

Amaya gave a small smirk before pressing her body up against Dean, "Does that include a private show of your Macarena performance, Gringo?" her breath was right on his ear.

"Okay," Dean groaned as he placed his hand on her shoulders and pushed her away from him, "one, I still need to recover," he gave her a devilish smirk before wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her body flush with his, "B, if you want a private show," he caressed her cheek, "I'm in room eleven."

Amaya tilted her head at him, "Oh? Me vas enseñar algo privado?" she let her fingers dance on his chest. Two could play the flirting game. "It's okay," she pulled away from him, "I'm sure I've seen guys who are… bigger." (You going to show me something in private?)

"If you want to see bigger, sweetheart," Dean reached for her again. "I'm not shy."

"I know you're not," Amaya shook her head while pushing at his face playfully. "But, slow your roll cowboy. I'm here as a roommate. I know in the past we've…"

"Danced the mattress mambo," Dean interjected.

"Yeah, among other things," Amaya smiled. "But, let's keep our hands to ourselves."

Dean let her go as she pulled herself back and grabbed her duffle from the floor, watching as she made her way out of the garage and walked down the hallway leading to the main entryway. He couldn’t help but stare at the way her hips swayed when she walked away from him. Shaking out of his thoughts, he decided to follow after her. Grabbing his bag, he traveled down the same path she did before seeing her in the middle of the hallway.

"Come on," he called to her, "this way."

Amaya followed Dean as he made his way to the kitchen. Upon entering, they both found Sam eating dinner.

"What took you two so long?" Sam asked as he took a bite of his salad. "It's been a good thirty minutes since we got here. Everything okay?"

"We're good, Sam," Amaya chuckled. "We were discussing where Dean was going to dance the Macarena."

Dean rolled his eyes as he put his bag down and grabbed a beer from the fridge. His mind wandered to what he and Amaya did in the garage before turning back to his brother and friend.

"Why don't we show Amaya a room and let her get settled?" Dean grumbled and grabbed his bag before motioning for Amaya to follow.

"So my room is here," he announced and pointed to room eleven, "and Sam's room is right there," he pointed to room twenty-one. "So, you can have a pick of any of the other rooms that are empty."

"Looks like Twenty is empty, so I'll take that one," she said with a smile.

Dean nodded as he looked at the room down the hall closer to Sam's. He had hoped that she had picked a room closer to him, but this was for the best. He wouldn't be as tempted to make his way to her room. He watched as Sam led her down the hall, and they disappeared around the corner.

Amaya looked around the room she had picked and smiled, she liked the feeling of finally having her own room. Amaya could decorate it how she wanted and listen to her music. All the while, she never noticed Dean. Never saw how he watched in silence as she settled in. Deep in his thoughts, he had to make sure he could stay away from her. But if they fell into bed again… well, he would figure it out and do what he always did.

Later that night, when the Bunker filled with soft snores, Dean found himself in front of Amaya's door. Opening the door to her room, Dean felt his breath catch in his throat. Amaya laid sleeping on her bed, blanket almost falling to the floor, her brown hair with purple streaks sprawled on the pillow, some of the strands on her face.

Dean walked in and sighed. She looked beautiful and he had to make sure he could protect her. Taking the fallen comforter, he placed it over Amaya, tucking her in. His fingers grazed her skin as he put the stray hairs that were on her face behind her ear, smirking when she leaned into his touch. Dean could feel a pull in his heart. It took all his strength not to lean in and kiss her soft skin. With a sigh, he pulled back and walked out of the room, giving one final look before closing the door, making sure it didn't make a sound. He had to keep his distance, but he knew he had to get her out of his system one more time.

Chapter 2

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Getting Back to You 2 - Forgive Me

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Amaya Campos (Original Female Character) , AU Dean Winchester x AU Amaya Campos

Warnings: Language, Violence, Smut, Fluff, Angst

Word Count For Series: 100K+ words

Beta: @superfanficnatural

Book Cover by @talesmaniac89

A/N 2: SURPRISE! Decided to post it early so I hope you guys enjoy!

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Amaya placed her box on the bed. She had just finished moving into the Bunker permanently, taking room 20 for herself. Being right next to Sam made things easier when Dean was just down the hall.

"Is that all you got?"

Dean's voice made her jump towards him before a small wave of relief washed over her face.

"I mean, what more do I need, right?" she shrugged. "Almost everything I own is either in my duffle or in a storage unit."

"You could always move it here," Dean offered. "How does a nice night out at a bar sound?"

"It sounds good," she breathed. "Could use the time to get plastered before beating you at another bet."

"Oh, sweetheart," Dean licked his lips before crossing his arms. "That witch hunt was just a fluke. I'll win the next one, just you wait."

"Yeah, yeah," Amaya waved him off as she grabbed a few of her clothes and made her way to the bathroom they all had to share. "I'm going to shower and change. I'll meet you in half an hour?"

"Yeah, sounds good," Dean walked with her to the bathroom and placed his hand on her shoulder, making her look up at him.

"Yeah?" she raised an eyebrow at him.

"I figure," he cleared his throat, "we can eat someplace before we get down to drinking."

"Sure," she nodded her head. "Sam joining us?"

"I'm sure I can persuade him," Dean smiled.

With a laugh, Amaya walked inside and closed the door. Dean could hear the soft click of the lock before he turned around and made his way to Sam's room. Running a hand across his face, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. The witch hunt seemed a little too easy for his liking. Lifting his fist, he was about to knock when Sam abruptly opened the door.

"No," was all his brother said.

"You don't even know what I'm going to ask," Dean argued.

"You were going to ask if I would come out with you and Amaya," Sam crossed his arms and leaned on the door frame.

Dean scoffed and gave his brother his best bitch face, "Was not. I mean, eventually, I would have, but I was going to ask if that witch hunt seemed a little too easy."

"Yeah, sure," Sam shook his head. "When it comes to the hunt—" Sam rubbed his hand across his stubbled cheek, "I'm looking into the incantation the witches were chanting. So far, I've been able to translate part of it."

"So, what were you able to translate?" Dean moved aside as Sam walked out of his room and made his way to the kitchen.

"Not much," Sam grabbed the notepad from the kitchen table as his eyes looked over his writing. "What I've translated so far is," he gave a slight squint "’We call upon the ancient powers, to hear our call, feel our power. Across time and space, let the souls switch.’"

Dean raised an eyebrow at his brother as he thought about the words, "’Let the souls switch?’ Which souls?"

"I don't know, but I'm going to keep looking into it," Sam grabbed a mug and poured himself a drink. "Dean, just wing it, or pick up a chick and have fun with Amaya like you always do."

"Sam," Dean sighed, "You know why I keep my distance. This life—" he ran a hand across his face, "this life is not easy, and the last thing I need is another stain on my soul. I don't need guilt when I can't protect her."

"She's not like your other loves, Dean," Sam pointed out. "She's a hunter. She was born a hunter. We’ve known her our whole lives. Dean, she's a legacy like us." Sam grabbed another folder he had out on the table and showed it to his brother, "Her grandfather was a Man of Letters just like ours."

"What?" Dean found the name of Amaya's grandfather highlighted by Sam, with a detailed explanation of his death.

"So just like our Dad," Sam sighed. "Amaya's dad lost his dad the same way. He was killed by Abaddon."

Dean swallowed the lump in his throat at learning the information. He looked at Sam; he knew his brother was right. Amaya wasn't like Cassie or Lisa, she was a hunter; she knew the risks, knew what the job entailed. Then again, so was Jo, but unlike Amaya, he remembered Jo came in late into the hunting game. She may have been a hunter, but she hadn’t really lived the life long enough, and could he really see his best friend and rival get hurt in his arms? It was bad enough when he was keeping his distance, but in revealing his feelings he felt it would just make it worse. He was already worried about her, how much would that change if he let himself feel what he'd been bottling up? Besides, all three of his relationships had something in common: they’d all loved him, and he loved them. In some form or another, he brought bad luck upon the many women he loved.

"Hey," Amaya's voice cut through his thoughts as the sound of her heels echoed in the kitchen. "We ready to go?"

Dean felt his breath get caught in his throat at how she dressed. She stood in her skin tight jeans that hugged her legs with a tube top and fishnet shirt combo that showed off her toned stomach and her perfect breasts. Her leather jacket hung on her shoulders as she stood to almost Dean's height in her four-inch black heels.

"Uhhhh—" Dean lost the use of his voice as he looked at her. His jeans felt a little tighter as he imagined peeling off all of her clothes.

Sam walked up and slapped Dean upside the head, making the older man glare at his younger brother.

"Dean's ready to go," Sam took a sip of his drink. "I'm staying in to try and make sense of the spell that the witches were conjuring."

"Oh Sammy," She walked over to him and gave him a gentle pat on his cheek. "If you don't use it, you will lose it."

Dean chuckled, the sass coming from Amaya snapping him out of his daze.

"She's right, Sam," Dean rolled his shoulders and winked at Amaya. "You don't use what you got, it might just shrivel up, much like all the rabbit food you don't eat that ends up going bad."

"Hey," Sam frowned as he gave Amaya his bitch face. "Just because I don't go out with you two—" he pointed to his brother and Amaya, "doesn't mean I don't get any. I just know how to keep you two from finding out."

Dean cleared his throat and adjusted himself. With a roll of his shoulders, he walked up to his brother and Amaya.

"Well, let's leave Sammy here to keep hitting the books," Dean said as he put his hands in his pockets. He stopped himself from touching Amaya, scared that he would do something they would both regret.

"Lead the way Dean-o," she chuckled, giving his shoulder a slight punch before standing aside to let him walk first.

Back in the other Universe, Henry Winchester surveyed the damage done by Hecate. He looked at his grandsons, who were assessing the best course of action. With a deep breath, he walked over to them.

"It seems this was all planned out," Henry said as he placed his hands in the pockets of his suit as he walked towards the trio.

"We are sorry, sir," Amaya apologized immediately as she stood straight, ignoring the feel of the sticky liquid seeping through her clothes.

"Amaya," Dean's voice sounded surprised as he saw the large gash on her side. "Infirmary, now."

"I'm fine," she waved him off as Henry came closer to them.

"Amaya—" Dean began.

"Dije que estoy bien," she growled and looked at him. "If anyone should be in the infirmary, it's you. You have a large gash on your head and multiple lacerations on your arms and chest."

Dean had to smirk at what she noticed. They had been hunting since they were both sixteen, thrust together at the academy they were both now instructors in. Looking at his grandfather, Dean could tell the old man was not in the least bit angry. This was just another curveball in the hunting game.

"Both of you head down to the infirmary and have Eileen look after the pair of you," Henry ordered be for he turned his attention to Sam. "Is there anything from the video feed from before we stormed the warehouse that we can use to investigate?"

"I have my team looking into it," Sam said as he looked around. "So far, they were able to stay hidden from the camera angle. I have no idea how that happened."

"I need you to work on it while they recover," Henry sighed and looked between Amaya and Dean. "Speaking of recovering—" he used his cane to walk over to them. "You two, infirmary now! I am going to be grounding you from hunts until you heal completely."

"Yes sir," they echoed. Both of them giving each other a slight glare.

A few hours and a couple of stitches later, Dean and Amaya had made their way to their apartment, where a happy German Shepherd greeted them.

"Zep," Dean warned, "Down."

The dog gave a slight whine as he stopped his motions and laid down by the couch.

"That's our good boy, Zep," Amaya praised as she gave the dog a generous pat on his head.

"You going to tell me why you refused to head to the infirmary when I told you to?" Dean asked as he grabbed a beer from the fridge, looking at his fiancée.

"Easy," she said and gave him a slight shrug. "I was perfectly fine. I was more concerned with you and the fact that we are now dealing with a goddess."

"Amaya," Dean sighed as he made his way to her.

He held her hand in his before pulling her to him, her body between his legs as he sat on one of the bar stools. Setting the beer down, he used his now free hand to cup her face.

"Dean," she whispered as he brought her forehead against his.

"I know you are strong, but we have had one too many close calls between us," Dean admitted and lifted his head slightly as he placed feather kisses along her face, avoiding her lips.

"Tease," she whispered before his lips crashed into hers in a heated kiss.

The world seemed to stop around them as Dean pressed her body flush against his. He would give anything to stay with her, but Hecate's words resonated in his mind. She had warned him that he had time to be with Amaya, but how much time did he have left?

Dean moved his lips down her jaw towards her ear. He nipped at her earlobe, before moving down to kiss the sweet spot on her neck. It was the one Dean knew drove her wild. He smirked against her skin when she let out a low, lust-filled moan.

"I don't ever want to lose you, Amaya," Dean muttered against her skin as he pulled her blouse open. The buttons flew across the room.

"You're lucky I have about fifty of these," she moaned, raking her fingers through his hair as he kissed down to the valley between her breasts.

His face nestles deep between them as he left open mouth kisses along her skin. Reaching behind her, he undid the clasp of her bra, freeing her bosom from its constricting grip. Amaya sucked in a sharp breath as his lips sealed around her nipple, his tongue licking as his mouth sucked gently on it. Her fingers moved from his head to his shirt. Quickly unbuttoning his shirt, she let her fingers caress his shoulder as it's removed from its owner and tossed on the floor.

"Always knew you were a boob man," Amaya teased as she pulled his face away from her chest, bringing her lips towards his in a searing kiss.

It didn't take long before Dean had Amaya wholly naked and on the island counter of their kitchen, his head between her legs, tongue lapping up at her juices. The sounds she was making were music to his ears. She was tart and sweet all at the same time as his lips surrounded her clit, sucking on her pulsating nub. Her fingers pulling at his hair just the way he liked it.

"Shit, babe," she moaned. "Your tongue feels so good. You are a damn god with it."

Dean smirked against her wet core as he moved to press his fingers into her. She was nice and warm, making his cock throb against his pants. He continued his ministrations, feasting on her pussy as she pulled at his short hairs. The taste of her driving him wild as he felt her walls flutter as her orgasm hit.

"Fuck," She cursed. Her legs quivered as Dean helped her ride through it.

Amaya hadn't come down from her euphoric high when he undid his belt and made quick work of removing his pants. Dean pumped himself a few times as he looked at her dripping cunt. The sight made him moan before he eased his tip into her.

"Shit, Amaya," he breathed and caressed her cheek before pulling her in for a kiss. "Your pussy feels so good."

"Dean," she whispered. Her fingernails scratching at his back as he thrust his hips. "Fuck," she gasped just as she felt the anticipation build-up.

"You going to cum again, Baby? Going to coat my cock with your cum?" he growled as he snaked his hand between them. His thumb found her clit drawing small circles on the sensitive nub.

"Dean," she moaned, her nails digging into his back as she fluttered around him.

Her legs shook as she orgasmed. Dean grunted and groaned as he snapped his hips, skin on skin echoing around the apartment. Zep looked at his owners, fucking on the counter, head tilted, watching as his owners moved as one. Meanwhile, Dean dug his fingers into Amaya's hips, leaving marks on her skin. She loved it when he marked her as it sent her over the edge again, just feeling his possessive nature, the sensation of him never wanting to let her go. At the same time, she pulled him close to her, her own fingers digging into his flesh, the fear of losing him surfacing in her thoughts. And yet, the sound he made as she rolled his hips brought her out of the negative haze. He felt perfect inside her, filled her just right.

Dean gave another groan as his hips met hers. His lips kissed along any skin he could reach, the smell of her lavender perfume calming him as the image of the ruble almost crushing her tried to push their way through. He couldn’t lose her, couldn’t even imagine what his life would be like without her. He could feel her walls clenching around him again and he gave one last grunt before he came, filling her to the brim with his seed. His mouth devoured hers as he stayed buried inside her until he began to soften.

"Fuck, baby," Dean chuckled. "We need to go on assignment more often."

Amaya playfully slapped his shoulder. "Going on assignment has nothing to do with our chemistry."

Dean helped her off the counter, placing her gently in front of him, his arms wrapped around her, pulling her in for another deep kiss.

"I love you, Amaya," he muttered against her lips. "If anything happens to me, you move on, okay?"

"Hey, where did this come from?" she pulled back to look into his green eyes.

"Just— just something that the goddess said," Dean looked down at the floor. "She mentioned that I need to spend my time with you wisely and—"

"Nothing is going to happen to you," Amaya held on to his face. "Sam will figure out what the witches were up to."

"This is something we've never dealt with before," Dean said as he cupped her face and caressed her cheek with his thumb. "If anything were to happen, if you can't fix it— just let me go?"

"Fat chance," Amaya scoffed. "No way in hell I am ever giving up on getting you back, Dean. Now, let's forget about this, go to bed, and in the morning we teach the future hunters of tomorrow."

Dean took in a deep breath, gazing deeply into her eyes. He could feel himself taking in all her features: the shape of her face, the way her eyes crinkled when she smiled, how her hair framed her face. He pulled her in for another heated kiss. Their tongues clashed as he lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he began to feel aroused again.

"Babe," she muttered against his lips.

"Can't help it, Sweetheart," he teased with a smirk "I'm hot for teacher."

The sound of her laughter filled the apartment, followed by Dean's soft chuckle. The night was spent with laughs and moans echoing in their home. Before long, both hunters were asleep in each other's arms.

Dean awoke sometime later, not able to sleep anymore. Amaya's soft snores filled the room. Looking down at her, he gently moved her hair out of her face. He smiled a bit when she leaned into his touch. He remembered when he first met Amaya. Her grandfather had brought her to the academy, she was thirteen at the time. Dean had decided that she was probably a snooty spoiled princess, but in the end, Amaya had him on his back as she straddled him, blade at his throat. It was one of his fondest memories. After that, he had tried to always one-up Amaya, but every time he found himself on his back, it made him want her even more. She was independent, smart, and always called him out on his shit. Glancing at the clock, he sighed when he realized he woke up before their alarm. Pressing a kiss to her forehead, he gently moved away from her, careful not to wake Amaya. He could hear Zep whining as he made his way to the kitchen to start brewing their coffee. As he set the timer for the coffee to brew, he looked over at Zep, who lay by the sliding glass door to be let out to their tiny backyard.

"Okay, okay," Dean groaned and gave a small smile as he gave Zep a pat on the head before letting the dog out to do his business.

Leaning against the open door frame, he watched as Zep moved around the small plot of land to find the right spot to mark. He never noticed Amaya had woken up. With Zep coming in, Dean turned to see Amaya holding out his favorite mug filled with coffee.

"I see you woke up before the alarm today," she breathed before she caressed his cheek before planting a kiss on his lips.

"What can I say," he acknowledged and gave a soft shrug. "I was anxious to get back in the classroom."

"Eso lo llamo mierda," Amaya scoffed. ( I call that bullshit.)

"What?" Dean mocked as he wrapped his arms around her. "I love my classes. The kids are into learning all the strategies for a good hunt. They’re working on what to look for when hunting a ghost. I think they're ready to move on to poltergeists."

"Really?" she probed while she raised an eyebrow at her fiancé. "Well, My advanced lore kids are already moving up to Demons and Latin incantations," she let her fingers dance across his chest.

"Well, you do have the students that tested into research," Dean reminded her before capturing her lips with his.

"Si seguimos, vamos a estar tarde," she whispered. (If we keep going, we're going to be late.)

Dean groaned. He hated it when she was right.

"Me voy a vestir," he sighed and pressed his forehead against hers. "I also have wrestling try-outs to oversee this afternoon." (I’m going to get dressed.)

"Just don't pop your stitches coach," She chuckled and gave him a playful slap on his ass as he walked back to the room to get dressed for work.

Back in the original universe, Dean looked over at Amaya as he drove them to the local dive bar. He glanced every now and then towards her. The way she bobbed her head to the music made him smile. He was finding it harder and harder to find an excuse to stay away from her. If he pulled away too much, he was risking hurting her as a friend, but if he didn't hold himself back, he’d slip up, and she could be cursed with dying all because he was in love with her.

"So," she broke the deafening silence. "How are we doing this?"

"Doing what?" Dean questioned as he shifted in his seat, driving with one hand on the wheel while the other was casually resting on the open window frame.

"Well," Amaya began and rolled her shoulders, trying to relieve the tension in them. "Que vamos hacer? (What are we doing?) Are we going to hook up with different people? Are we going to hustle some frat boys at pool? I mean, what's the game plan?"

"I was thinking just," Dean trailed off a bit and licked his lips, "drinking and hanging out."

Amaya raised her eyebrow at him, "Okay, what is going on? You usually want to have the hottest girl at the bar hanging all over you."

Dean parked the car and turned to her. He didn't have a chance to continue before she was out of the car waiting for him. Getting out, he jogged slightly towards her.

"What can I say," he sighed and gave a slight shrug. "What if, just for tonight, we stress relief together. No strings."

"No strings?" Amaya asked and opened the door to the bar and made her way to the counter. She sat on the barstool and ordered herself two red-headed slut shots for herself and whiskey for Dean. "I can handle that."

"I know it's—wait, what?!" Dean snapped his head in her direction as she knocked back her shot. "You-you are okay with what I suggested?"

"Yeah, porque no?" Amaya shrugged. "I mean, what do we have to lose, right? I scratch your back, you scratch mine. Who better to make me feel good than the meat man," she smirked.

"Oh, fuck, Amaya! You are not going to let that go are you," Dean knocked his own shot back before slamming the glass on the bar top. It was something that Dean had let slip out on a drunken tirade, he had heard it from someone and figured it described him perfectly. After all, he was a guy who did love eating meat, and then Amaya had to look up the term on Urban Dictionary and laugh at how he used it. "How about we play some pool, hustle some money and then have some," Dean licked his lips before leaning in and stealing a kiss from Amaya, "fun."

Amaya bit her bottom lip when he pulled away. Her brown eyes gazed into his green ones. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest. She had always dreamed of this but never acted on it. She knew the risks, but she had to keep her feelings in check.

"Bueno, que estas esperando?" (Well, what are you waiting for?) She downed her second shot and looked at him. "If we're going to do this, you need to learn to relax. Besides, it's not the first time we've fucked, remember?" she let her fingers dance along with his shirt. "Gringo, let's see how much money we can make."

Dean let out a chuckle, reminiscing about the time they had a few drinks after a celebrated wolf hunt. Three drinks turned into a make-out session in the alley, followed by stumbling into her room, then a glorious night of fucking until the sun came up. When he woke up, she was gone and left a note that said thanks for the help and stress relief.

Dean shook out his thoughts as she pulled away and walked towards the pool tables, her hips swaying. Dean tilted his head, watching her leave. He licked his lips, wondering what it would be like to have her ass bouncing on his cock. Shaking the thought out of his head, he made his way to her as they picked out the best suckers to hustle. It didn't take long to find some frat boys who were too tipsy for their own good.

"Hey Mama," one of them said, "Why don't you ditch this guy and hang out with us?"

"We can really make you see stars. Besides, you're Latina, right?" The other one interjected. "I'm sure we can make a mean salsa in the bedroom."

Amaya bit her cheek from lashing out and giggled stiffly. "Ay Gringo," she shook her head. "Dudo que vas a poder a hacerme ver estrellas." (I doubt you can make me see stars.) Amaya walked up to one of them, her knife concealed before placing it on his crotch. "The only guy making me see stars or as you put it, helping me make a mean salsa in the bedroom…" she tilted her head, "is the guy I'm with. Entendiste?" (Understand?)

The frat boy nodded while his friend seemed to swallow a lump in his throat. With that settled, Dean and Amaya wiped the floor with the frat boys making off with at least $5,000. With a laugh, Amaya and Dean made their way to the Impala. Dean pressed her up against the passenger door. His fingers found their way under her fishnet top, squeezing her hip.

Amaya moaned into his kiss, "Papi," (Daddy) she whispered. "You gonna make me feel good, Winchester?"

"Oh, it's a promise, Campos," Dean said as he gave her a devilish grin.

The drive back to the Bunker was filled with teasing and moans. Dean's cock was rock hard as Amaya teased him. Amaya's panties soaked through her pants as Dean teased her with what he was going to do to her. The minute the car was parked in the garage, Amaya climbed onto Dean's lap straddling him.

"Amaya," he breathed. "We should move this to my room."

"Y que? (And what?) Give up a chance to make out like teenagers in a sexy car?" she grinned before nipping at his earlobe. "Tienes miedo?"

"M--Mi-eh-dough?" Dean raised an eyebrow at her.

"You scared?" Amaya clarified with a roll of her eyes.

Dean scoffed as he removed her leather jacket from her shoulders, revealing her fishnet top with her tube top under it. "I'm not… are you not wearing a bra?"

"Wow," Amaya chuckled. "That's one way to distract you." she smiled before capturing his lips in a searing kiss.

"Fuck, Maya," Dean placed his hands on either side of her face. "You are as sexy as fuck."

"Tell me something I don't know," she sassed.

With a sly smile, she rolled her hips, pressing up against his erection. She could feel Dean take in a sharp breath before pulling away from her, pupils lust blown as he tried to control himself.

"I really want to take you to my room Maya, please?" He found himself begging.

"En Español," she teased.

"Campos, don't ruin the mood!" Dean growled as he reached into her shirt, squeezing her breast. His thumb rolling over her erect nipple.

"Español, Winchester," she reiterated, grabbing at his short hair, giving it a tug, earning a strangled moan from the hunter.

"Pour Fa-vour," he groaned.

"Nice accent," she teased. "Since you asked so nicely and even said please."

As quick as lightning, she had gotten off his lap and out of the car. Dean stayed shocked for a minute before jumping out after her. By the time he reached room eleven, he had found her in just her panties lying on his bed, legs sprawled. Her fingers played with her clit through her panties. Dean stood there, mouth slightly open at the sight of her fingering herself, her moans, music to his ears.

"Que esperas, gringo?" (What are you waiting for, whiteboy?) she smiled as she ran a hand along her breast, pinching her nipple between her fingers.

"Fuck Amaya," Dean pulled off his jacket and flannel in one swoop.

His hand worked on his belt before unbuttoning his pants and pulling down his zipper. By then, Amaya had shimmied out of her underwear, giving him a good view of her glistening heat. Dean had let out a low growl before licking his lips and striding towards her. His head buried between her legs as he flattened his tongue against her opening.

"Fuck, Dean!" she hissed when he began sucking on her clit. "You really know how to drive a girl loca."

Dean chuckled against her entrance before plunging his tongue into her dripping hole along with his fingers, curling them as she squirmed against him. He let out a moan when Amaya ran her fingers through his hair, giving it a short tug.

"Someone loves their hair pulled," Amaya moaned as his fingers curled and pressed on her g-spot. "Papi, dame lo todo."

"Want me to give you everything, huh?" Dean chuckled. "I'll give it to you… Mami."

Amaya gasps as he continued his ministrations. The coil in her belly snapping as she came on his mouth and fingers. Dean lapping up at her juices, making her moan and scream some more as he made her cum a second time. Amaya had just started to come down from her high when Dean thrust into her waiting cunt.

Their bodies moving as one as they swallowed each other's moans and screams in a heated kiss. They both chased their release, holding and nipping at one another as Dean's thrusts stilled as he spilled into her. Amaya's thighs shook with her own orgasm as she pulled Dean close to her body. Dean groaned as he fell next to her, holding her tight.

"That was nice," he chuckled.

"Yeah," Amaya sighed. "Sleep time."

"Night, Maya," Dean kissed the top of her head.

"Night, Gringo," she whispered.

Dean made sure that Amaya was sleeping before looking down at her. Closing his eyes, he made his decision. Dean had to keep her safe, even if it meant breaking her heart just a bit. Moving the stray hairs out of her face, he leaned in and gave her one last kiss on her temple.

"Forgive me, Maya. I just can't have you put in danger because of me," holding her close, he drifted off to sleep none the wiser at what the witches spell had in store for him.

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Getting Back To You 8 - Just Sit There and Look Pretty

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Amaya Campos (Original Female Character) , AU Dean Winchester x AU Amaya Campos

Warnings: Language, Violence, Smut, Fluff, Angst

Word Count For Series: 100K+ words

Beta: @superfanficnatural and @emoryhemsworth and @jensengirl83

Book Cover by @talesmaniac89

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Checking herself out in the mirror, Amaya couldn’t help but smile. She had decided to go with her slightly ripped jeans, a long sleeve Sabrina style crop top shirt, and her high heeled timberland boots. She decided to leave her hair loose and flowing. It had been a while since she could relax that way. Grabbing her black clutch, she made sure she had the right weapons that would fit in it. Nothing too big, but deadly enough to kill a monster if she needed to. With one last look, she applied a quick thin layer of makeup and made her way towards the garage.

Dean sat with Sam in the kitchen of the bunker. He watched as the familiar figure walked by the door and rushed to see Amaya.

“You heading out?” He asked casually. Or at least as casually as he could.

“Yeah,” Amaya said as she turned and bit her lip. “I’ll probably be out late, but I’ll send Sam a signal if anything comes up. Don’t wait up.”

She made it out to the garage before Dean could ask any more questions. Looking at Sam, he watched as the tall hunter pulled out his laptop and began typing.

“You’re tracking her phone?” Dean smiled.

“Yup,” Sam said as he popped the ‘p’. “And it looks like they’re headed for an Italian place in town. Or at least she is on her bike.”

“She rides a motorcycle?” Dean asked as he raised an eyebrow at Sam.

“Yeah,” Sam chuckled. “Ever since we met her, she’s been riding one.”

“My Amaya only rides one when she has a solo hunt. She used to do it before they stuck us together for assignments.” Dean remembered fondly.

“Good to know that there are similarities there,” Sam said as he got up from the bench seat. “You know, there is a part of you that’s not all that different from my brother.”

“How so?” Dean looked down at the clothes he was wearing.

He wasn’t used to the jeans and multiple layers of shirts and flannel. He felt out of place not being dressed in a suit.

“Dean… I told you how we had a hard life here. Mom died, killed by a yellow-eyed demon.” Sam reminded him.

“Yeah,” Dean nodded.

“Okay, well,” Sam cleared his throat. “He likes to have this hard, mean exterior to him. And, he thinks that people don’t notice, but I notice when he cares.”

“He says otherwise,” Dean nodded.

Sam smiled. “You got it. He always puts on this hard face, and he'll be gruff and serious. But then he’ll look at the person we are saving, and he will do everything in his power to save them. He’ll offer them words of encouragement when he thinks I'm not listening. My brother...he is one of the most kind-hearted people I know. He would move mountains if it meant people surviving and Heaven and Earth to make sure the people he loved are okay. I should know,” Sam said as he looked down at the floor in shame. “Sometimes, I forget that he sacrifices a lot, especially for just me.”

“You guys have been through a lot,” Dean looked around the empty bunker. “I’m sorry you guys had to live through that without the proper support.”

“We survived,” Sam shrugged with a soft smile. “And we just keep fighting.”

“As hunters, it’s a good motto to have,” Dean assured him. “Now, let’s go chase after Amaya and make sure that she is single for when your idiot brother gets back.”

“You can say that again,” Sam chuckled. “He is stubborn. But so is she.”

“I noticed,” Dean followed Sam to the garage and froze.

He slowly walked up to the black Chevy Impala. She looked to be in pristine condition, which was surprising. He didn’t think that they would keep a car like Baby, but if what Sam told him was anything to take into account, the car itself held sentimental value. Dean could tell that this world’s version of him took good care of the old car.

“Dean is really good at fixing her up,” Sam smiled. “I sometimes wish he would have come with me when I left for college and worked in what he wanted.”

“He never went?” Dean looked at Sam. “Did he graduate high school?”

With a shake of his head, Sam walked up to Baby and ran his fingers over the shiny car.

“He uh,” He cleared his throat. “He dropped out to help dad and got his GED. Always said it was good enough and that he wasn’t worth anything else.” Sam huffed. “I should have encouraged him more, but…” Sam trailed off before snapping back from his own thoughts. “Let’s follow Amaya. We need to make sure my idiot brother can stop being stubborn long enough to grab the girl when he comes back.”

Dean couldn’t help but smile at that. He had to think about his own Amaya and wondered if his counterpart would try and help him as much as he was willing to help.

Amaya sighed as she looked at herself in the mirror. She hated going to these stuffy events. It was worse, though, that Dean was in another universe and in his place was a low brow podunk hunter. She looked over herself and sighed. The dress was fitting too tight for her liking, but it still just fit. Her H-shape halter strap dress was one she always wore to events where both Henry Winchester and Samuel Campbell would be present. This was more of a family gathering than an event, really. Once a month, they would gather and talk, but now, she felt out of place. She wasn’t going to be a part of the family anymore.

Dean flipped through the channels of the TV in the living room. He sat up and stared at Amaya as she walked out and fixed her earrings. His eyes roamed up her legs, taking in how the dress fit her nicely, hugging her in all the right places. Her hair pinned up in a tight French twist. His throat suddenly felt dry as he watched the double of the girl he loved grab a shawl.

“Where are you off to?” He said when he finally found his voice.

“Family dinner at Girard’s,” Amaya grumbled as she took one last look at herself in the mirror before grabbing her clutch bag and keys. “Don’t burn my house down and make sure that Zeppelin goes out to do his business.”

“Shouldn’t I--” Dean began before Amaya held out her hand to stop him.

“Going to stop you right there.” She growled. “You are not going to do anything while you are here except stay out of our way and stay inside this apartment.” She walked up to him and poked him on his chest. “You are not this world’s Dean and trust me, and I wouldn’t want him at that dinner anyways with the announcement I’m going to make, so please spare me.”

“Amaya,” Dean sighed. “I don’t like this situation any more than you do.” he gently grabbed her hand. “So whatever you and the other me have going on… that’s between the two of you.” He acknowledges, trying to get her to meet his gaze. “I can help you out here. If you really are done with my double, I can help you make it a smooth break.”

“Why?” Amaya huffed as she crossed her arms. “Why would you help me?”

“Because you clearly don’t want to be in a relationship with the other version of me,” Dean pointed out.

Amaya swallowed the lump in her throat at his words. It was strange for it to be coming from the double of the man she loved. It was his voice, his eyes, his broad shoulders, but it wasn’t him. Closing her eyes, she thought back to everything that had transpired.

“It’s not that--” she hesitated. Why should she tell this look alike her troubles? What could he do?

“It’s not that, what?” Dean pressed. “You either love him, or you don’t. Why else would you be running to London?”

“How do you know that?” Amaya gasped, her eyes wide with fear. This man could ruin everything for her. How could he know what she was planning?

“I overheard your conversation. It was with a guy named Ketch?” He questioned and was unsure of what to make of her expression.

Amaya scoffed, “Ketch has been nothing but a valuable and loyal colleague.” she defended, making her way to the kitchen for a glass of water. “I don’t know how things are done in your world, but here,” she gestured around them. “Here, monsters know their place and they are all but eradicated.”

Dean frowned, he didn’t know a guy named Ketch, and who the fuck names their kid Ketch anyways? If this was anything to go by, it could have been a good thing or a bad thing, but either way, he hated the thought of his own Amaya doing anything with ‘Ketch’. Any guy for that matter. Wait… why the fuck would he care if Amaya was with someone else? She would be safer and definitely out of harm’s way.

“Eradicated? You mean, they are almost wiped out?” Dean questioned. This was something he would have never thought possible.

“Well, when you have a network of operatives like we do,” Amaya went on to explain. “It’s easy to try and keep the monsters at bay.”

“Well, you don’t want to be late, do you?” Dean raised an eyebrow at her as he looked at the time. “I’m sure you have a way to talk to my double’s family about what is going on.”

Amaya tilted her head at him, “What are you up to?”

Dean raised his hand innocently, “Nothing. I swear. I just don’t want to take too much of your time.”

Amaya glared at him before letting out a soft hum, “alright, just remember what I said don’t--”

“Yeah, yeah,” Dean interrupted. “Don’t burn the house down and make sure the mutt does his business outside.”

“Right,” Amaya drawled. “I shouldn’t be back too late.”

“Okay,” Dean said as he casually walked back to the couch to sit.

Amaya eyed him cautiously before walking out the door. Dean made sure to wait until he could hear the car drive off in the distance. Walking to the phone, he smiled when he saw a number and Sam’s name next to it. Picking it up, he dialed the number and waited for someone to answer.

“Amaya?” Sam’s answered.

“No, it’s roughneck,” Dean huffed. “I need your help. Have you left for Girard’s yet?”

“Why?” Sam demanded.

Dean rolled his eyes and sighed, “I want to help your brother with Amaya. Even if one of us is happy,” Dean chuckled. “I think I can be okay with that.”

Sam let out a sigh, “what do you need from me?”

Sam and Dean sat in the Impala as they watched Amaya get off her bike. The boys watched as she adjusted her clothes, fixed her hair, and checked her make-up before walking inside.

“Do we go inside?” Sam asked as he looked over at Dean.

“Huh?” Dean snapped out of his thoughts.

Most of what was running through his head was about his Amaya. Was she safe? Did she meet his alternate self? Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath before looking at the man who was his brother’s double.

“I’m okay for the most part,” He admitted. “I just can’t imagine this Amaya not being happy with your brother.” He scoffed slightly. “From what you’ve told me, you have had a hard life, sure… but that shouldn’t stop you both from being happy.”

“It’s--” Sam shook his head as he took in a small breath. “It’s been hard, and… I know Dean loves Amaya, he does, and I don’t want him to regret not having her when he can have her.”

“I understand,” Dean muttered. “Let’s get in there and try to stay hidden for a bit. Tail them lightly.” Dean strategized.

“Sounds good,” Sam agreed as he moved to leave the car.

“Sam?” Dean breathed.

“Yeah, Dean?”

“Thanks for helping me with this,” Dean whispered. “I know you shouldn’t, and you don’t really know me but… I don’t want anything bad to happen to Amaya, in any universe. And if helping your brother realize that she’s good for him is what I have to do, then so be it.”

Sam smiled at Dean’s admission, “Thanks. I know how stubborn they both can be. So let’s get in there and make sure she and Jason stay friends.”

“Okay,” Dean breathed. “Let’s do this.”

Sam smiled as Dean got out of the car, and both men made their way into the restaurant. For Lebanon being a small town, the restaurant was full. Sam tapped Dean on his shoulder and pointed to a small corner of the restaurant where the familiar brown hair with purple highlights shone. It was still strange to Dean to see Amaya with such a color in her hair. His Amaya was trained to be proper and ready for anything.

Dean followed Sam, who had asked for a table, and sat in a booth they were shown too. The booth was not too close, but not too far from where Amaya and Jason were sitting. Dean couldn’t help but frown at how easily Amaya laughed. It made his heart ache for his Amaya, to hear her laugh, to see her smile, to kiss her lips.

‘It’s over’ Amaya’s voice echoed in his head.

Taking in a shaky breath, he knew he had to find a way to have Amaya be available for this world’s Dean. In some way, he hoped that the other Dean was realizing that Amaya was worth having in his life. Was worth loving and fighting for.

“Dean?” Sam called to him. “Dean?” He waved his hand in front of Dean.

“Yeah?” Dean snapped out of his thoughts.

“You sure you want to do this?” Sam asked.

“Yes,” Dean breathed. “I lost my Amaya, and when I get back, I need to fight for her. So I need to find a way for your Dean to have a chance.”

“What if this is what the witches want?” Sam wondered. “What if they wanted to get My Dean to never be with Amaya?”

“Why?” Dean tilted his head as he asked. “That would mean there is an important connection. I mean why care if--” his eyes widened. “You don’t suppose that they think that your Dean and this Amaya are soulmates do you?”

Sam opened and closed his mouth as he thought about it, “I never thought about it like that. I thought they were targeting Dean because we had been knocking out their network for a while now.” Sam ran a hand across his face. “I might need to look at the spell they cast. They also may have given Dean something to drink.”

“What makes you say that?” Dean asked as he leaned in and folded his hands on the table.

“I was knocked out for a while, but when I came to, I noticed Dean was out of it,” Sam explained. “I noticed his lips had some sort of residue.”

Dean let out a soft hum, “I noticed a small after taste in a whiskey I was drinking. In our Universe, witches can hide very cleverly. They know we can track them quickly.” He leaned back and ran his fingers through his hair. “We need to figure out what kind of ritual they performed.”

“Guess when we get back, we can look through the books,” Sam suggested.

“Yeah, that’s--” Dean froze when They saw someone familiar walking their way.

“¿Qué demonios están haciendo aquí?” Amaya growled as she crossed her arms. (What in the goddamn hell are you guys doing here?)

“Puedo explicarlo,” Dean began as he slid out from the booth and stood up. (I can explain).

“¿Oh? por favor dime cómo tú y Sam me están siguiendo?” Amaya growled. (Oh? please tell how you and Sam are following me?)

“Look, Sam was showing me around,” Dean argued. “I mean, what better way to get the brain stimulated to think than to be--”

“Dean!” A male voice interrupted them.

“Hey, Jason,” Dean said as he gave the man a thin lined smile.

He looked exactly like the Jason he knew in his world. The Jason who was Ben’s real father. At least in his world, he wasn’t sure about this one. Jason rocked on his heels as he looked between Amaya and Dean. He could feel a small bit of tension between them.

“You guys taking a break from something?” Jason asked casually trying to ease the discomfort he was feeling.

“No,” Dean replied as Amaya answered, “Yes.”

Dean and Amaya glared at one another.

“Dean and Sam came to have a nice meal, and then they have to go back to researching,” Amaya clarified.

“Actually,” Dean gave a small chuckle. “We are going to call it a night. I need a good drink and--”

“We’re headed to the local watering hole if you want to join us,” Jason said.

Amaya let out a groan. “Jason, are you sure? I mean I’m sure they’re tired.” Amaya sent Sam a pleading look.

“I haven’t had a nice night out in a while.” Sam ponders. “I mean, if I don't use it, I will lose it, right, Amaya?” He gave her a smug grin.

Amaya closed her eyes, as it was a losing battle. The teasing she and Dean did before this whole mess happened came back to bite her in the ass. Sam was sure that if looks could kill, he would already be dead. But he couldn’t help but smile at the thought that he was helping Amaya and Dean out in the long run.

“I guess when you guys are done, you can join us at Spurs,” Amaya drawled and turned to Jason. “I’m going to grab my bike,” She rubbed at her forehead, letting out a small sigh. “Jason, I’ll meet you at Spurs,” she opened her clutch to look for her keys and walked out of the restaurant.

“How long has it been since we last hung out?” Dean stated casually.

“It’s been a while, haven’t seen you since that Wendigo hit up Yosemite.” Jason stated.

This gave Dean a few clues. “Right, good thing I saved your ass.” Digging in to his memory of Sam’s clues of this world’s Dean being slightly arrogant.

Jason let out a laugh, “Dude, I saved your ass. If it weren’t for me, you would have been hanging in that cave as a feast for the monster.”

“No, I clearly remember having to light the bitch on fire and saving YOU from being its winter feast.” Dean said as he gave Jason a gentle slap on his shoulder. “Come on, let’s head to Spurs. Don’t want Maya to get too much of a head start, right?”

Dean rushed out before he could mess up anything. Sam hot on his heels. When both men reached the Impala they breathed a sigh of relief.

“You might need to fill me in on what happened on that hunt,” Dean said as he started the car.

“Yeah,” Sam agreed. “I can start from the beginning.”

In the alternate world, Dean paced in the living room, waiting for Sam to arrive. He helped himself to a glass of whiskey while he waited. It also gave him a chance to explore the house and look at everything inside. All the pictures that decorated the walls made his heart ache. He missed his Amaya. The way she was always able to calm him after a nightmare, the way she flirted, hell, he missed the feel of her lips on his.

He started to kick himself mentally for what he said to her. He could have told her a different way, could have not been a dick. But what was done was done. He made a mental note to try and fix things with her. The knock on the door brought him out of his thoughts. He smiled when Sam stood there, garment bag and shoes in hand.

“Anything bad happens,” Sam said as he pushed past Dean. “I blame you completely.”

“Yeah yeah, Bitch,” Dean sighed.

“Why did you call me a bitch?” Sam huffed crossing his arms.

“Sorry,” Dean muttered. “It’s something my brother and I do. He calls me Jerk, and I call him Bitch.” Dean ran his fingers through his hair. He missed his brother. The guy in front of him looked like his brother, but he was far from being Sam.

Sam nodded at the explanation, “I can see that. You are a bit of a Jerk.” Sam chuckled hoping to make Dean feel better.

“Bitch,” Dean muttered automatically. “Thanks,” he said when he realized what Sam had done. “Okay, you brought the suit?”

“Yup,” Sam pointed to it in the garment bag. “But, I am going to have to drill you on what to expect at this dinner.”

“I figured as much.” Dean sighed as he opened up the garment bag to look at the suit.

He let out a small whistle. The suit was nothing to scoff at. It was a tailored black three-piece suit complete with matching tie. Taking the garment bag, Dean made his way to the bathroom to shower and change. Sam looked around the apartment. It was strange being inside it with a man who looked like his brother, sounded like his brother, but was not his brother. The pictures around the room only made him cement the idea of bringing his brother back, even if it meant working with his counterpart.

Sam watched as Dean came out of the bathroom and stood a bit straighter. If he hadn't known any better, he would say his brother never left. But then again, looking the part and playing the part are two very different things.

“What?” Dean huffed as he looked around himself. “Am I missing something?”

“No,” Sam sighed as she ran his fingers through his hair. “You look fine. Now on the way there, I’ll give you some information. Think of this as another ‘case’ if you will.” Sam suggested as he grabbed the keys. “I will feed you the information, and you will only answer if you are directly spoken to. If you mess up, we’ll just play it off as something having gone wrong on your mission.”

“Still can’t get over the fact that you guys call cases, missions.” Dean scoffed. “I mean, you guys make it sound like you’re spies or something.”

Sam let out a chuckle, “I guess that’s one way to put it.” He was walking to his car when he noticed Dean stop in his tracks. “What?”

“You drive a charger?” Dean pointed to the car.

“Yeah,” Sam acknowledged. “I mean, I’m not like Amaya and my brother who have two separate cars. One for hunting, although Amaya prefers her bike when she hunts alone. And the other car for everyday things.”

“So, you don’t drive a ‘67 Chevy Impala?” Dean inquired. His shoulders slumped at the thought of not being able to drive his baby.

“Oh we have an Impala,” Sam said as he began driving towards the restaurant.

“You do?” Dean shifted in his seat and looked at Sam. “So then why aren’t you driving her?”

“She’s a special car. Dean takes care of her, and he only uses her for missions.” Sam explained. “Besides… he added some features that are only to be used on missions and not everyday outings. That’s what he has his more modern Impala for.”

“And why didn't I know that he had a more ‘modern’ Impala?” Dean sneered. “I could be driving us to --”

“You are not touching the cars!” Sam snapped as he stopped at a red light. “Let’s get this straight. You are nothing more than a visitor here, understand? And I will be damned if I let you touch anything that belongs to my brother.”

Dean let out a chuckle, “You assholes really think that highly of yourselves here.” He ran a hand across his face. “I know how to take care of cars! For fucks sake I’ve had to rebuild Baby from the ground up a few times.”

Sam cleared his throat as he continued the drive. It wasn't long before he drove up to the valet and both men made their way inside.

“There you are!”

Sam and Dean turned to see an older woman walking towards them.

“Forgive us Grandma Millie,” Sam leaned in and gave her a kiss on her cheek. “Dean had a small incident on his mission and we were just going through the debrief.”

Millie turned her eyes to Dean, “Are you alright? Does this have anything to do with the incident at the school?”

“No,” Dean looked at Sam who mouthed ‘mamaw’. “Mamaw!” Dean smiled. “Just got my head knocked around that’s all.” He hugged her tightly and closed his eyes.

It was strange seeing family members for the first time. Strange to hug them and pretend they had any form of relationship. He froze when he saw Samuel Campbell walking up to them.

“Boys!” He pulled both Sam and Dean into a tight hug. “The best of the Winchester and Campbell clan!”

Sam let out a laugh as he gave Samuel a pat on his back. Dean on the other hand froze. The man who betrayed them, the man who sold them out to Crowley, hugging them and saying he was proud.

“Dean?” Samuel’s voice broke through his thoughts. “You okay, son?”

“Yeah,” Dean snapped out of it when Sam punched him lightly on his leg. “Sorry, my head’s still jumbled.”

“I have never known you to get all jumbled like that?” Samule’s eyes roamed over Dean. He seemed to be checking for anything else. “Must have been some mission. Was it the same witches that have been giving us trouble?”

“That’s what it looks like Pops,” Sam interjected with a smile. “We need to say hi to Nana Deana, Mom, and Dad. So if you could excuse us.” Sam pulled Dean away as they made their way deeper inside.

The Campbell-Winchesters had rented out the restaurant for the whole night. Dean was maneuvered around the room, having to give the same story over and over. It was tiring. Dean wasn’t sure how much more he could take. Excusing himself, he made his way to the bar and ran a hand across his face.

“Whiskey, double on the rocks,” he ordered with a sigh.

“Son?”

Dean’s body froze at the familiar rumble of the deep voice. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath before turning to face the man that the familiar voice belonged to.

“Hey, Dad,” Dean let out as he swallowed the lump in his throat.

“You okay son?” John said, placing a firm hand on his son’s shoulder. “I know you’ve been saying that the mission really knocked you out… but I know you’re made of stronger stuff than that.” John shifted to stand beside Dean as he ordered himself the same drink his son had ordered.

“Yeah,” Dean assured him. “I’m just… everything has been kind of spiraling.”

John took in a deep breath as his son’s words sank in. “I know it can’t be easy trying to get Amaya back. But son… kissing Lisa Braden? You know better than that.”

“I know,” Dean whispered. “I was… it… it was a momentary lapse of judgement.” Dean repeated what Sam had told him to say. “Sam thinks it was something the witches could have done. Seeing that Lisa said she felt like she was under a spell.”

John let out a soft hum and nodded. “I can’t say I disagree with your brother.”

Dean let out a huff with a smile, “Yeah, Sam is smart about those things.” He took a sip of his drink and smacked his lips together.

“You okay son?” John turned to face him. “I know that what happened with Amaya wasn’t ideal but I know you can win her back.”

“I--” Dean froze for a bit. He closed his eyes composing himself. “I can try.” He said after finding his voice. “But you know how stubborn she is.”

John let out a chuckle, “That she is, son. But you are just as stubborn as she is. It’ll be okay.”

“Excuse me, gentlemen,” a voice called from behind them.

Dean's back straightened at the sound of the voice. He turned slowly to come face to face with Amaya. Clearing his throat, Dean gave her his best smile.

"I was wondering when you were going to join us for a drink," Dean said as casually as possible.

Amaya plastered a smile on her face, "I was talking to some of our London associates."

John seemed to tilt his head at that. "Everything okay?"

"Everything will be talked about when we sit for dinner John." Amaya reassured him before turning her attention to Dean. "I thought you were going to rest?"

“Oh a quick nap and I was feeling great,” Dean said as he smiled at her. “Sam was on his way and he swung by to pick me up.” he lifted his glass and nodded to Sam who made his way towards them.

“Really?” Amaya looked over at Sam and raised an eyebrow at Sam. “John would you excuse us? I need to talk to your sons.”

“Of course,” John agreed. He walked away from the trio.

As soon as John stepped away, Amaya grabbed Sam and Dean by their arms and dragged them out to the terrace.

“What in the hell do you think you are doing bringing this… this.. Jackass here to pretend to be Dean!?”

“I am Dean!” Dean whined.

“Not OUR Dean,” Amaya growled. “You should have stayed back at the apartment and you,” she turned to Sam, “Should not be encouraging this.”

“If he doesn’t make an appearance, they will be suspicious,” Sam said cooly as he grabbed his glasses from his case and put them on. “Besides, this way, there can be a clean break since you are determined to not marry Dean anyways.”

“I am not marrying Dean,” Amaya acknowledged. “But more because I don’t think he ever really wanted to. Four years Sam, we were engaged for four years. We could have married anytime after any of the incidents that plagued us. But we kept putting it off. Lisa was just the tip of the iceberg, with or without the witches interference.”

“You don’t really believe that, do you Amaya?” Sam argued.

Dean watched the interaction between the two of them. There was something hidden in Amaya’s demeanor that made the hunter curious as to why she was really pushing this world’s version of himself away. He tilted his head for a moment as she bit her lip.

“Sam…” Amaya’s voice broke.

“Amaya I have seen you and my brother love each other since you first showed up at the academy.” Sam walked up to her and tilted his head, “What aren’t you telling me Maya?”

“I can’t have children,” she whispered.

Dean could see her turn her head away in shame looking out into the night sky.

“What?” Sam breathed. “Maya, are you sure? I mean… did you--”

“Eileen told me after she checked me out when Hecate attacked.” Amaya’s voice broke as she spoke.

“What if she was wrong?” Sam inquired. “What if it’s all a part of the witch's plot to tear you and Dean apart.”

“It’s too late,” Amaya shook her head and wiped away the tears from her eyes. “The wedding was set for next week and now…” Amaya turned and glared at Dean. “He is in Dean’s place. I can guarantee that the universe is working against us Sam. So I will be leaving.”

“Leaving?!” Sam’s eyes widened at her admission.

“Yes,” She nodded her head. “I have decided to transfer to London.”

“London? To join the British division?” Sam shook his head in disbelief.

“There is nothing to stop me Sam. I talked to Ketch and I signed the transfer. I just need Henry’s final approval.”

“Excuse me,” A voice interrupted the trio.

The three of them turned to come face to face with Millie Winchester. The older woman stepped out and looked at the trio. Her eyes went to Dean and she tilted her head slightly before turning to Sam and Amaya.

“Your grandfather is ready to eat, boys. Amaya, I believe he wants to speak to you after dinner.” Millie Winchester said as she walked up to the trio. Her eyes lingered on Dean first.

“You okay, Mamaw?” Dean asked after clearing his throat.

“I’m fine, dear, “ she sighed as she walked up to him. She placed a hand on her cheek. “That mission must have been tough,” she muttered, placing a hand on her cheek.

“I’m fine, mamaw,” Dean gave her a smile.

“Your eyes though,” she leaned in. “Your eyes look like they have seen hell and back. Pain, loss, heartache. Whatever happened on this mission… you look like you’ve changed.” she gave him a knowing look.

Dean felt his breath get caught in his throat. What the old woman said, sent a shiver down his spine. Could she tell that he wasn’t her real grandson? Dean looked into Millie’s eyes and swallowed the lump in his throat, before giving her a smile.

“I promise mamaw,” He let out. “I was just taken by surprise. I know it doesn’t happen often but it does happen.”

Millie let out a soft hum as she nodded, “It can happen to the best from time to time.” she nudged his face to look into his green eyes. It was almost like she was studying him. “Still, there is something… off.”

Dean closed his eyes before gently grabbing the old woman’s hand and removing it from his cheek.

“I’m sure Grandpa Henry is hungry,” Dean reminded her. “We should head inside.”

“You are absolutely right,” Millie chuckled with a smile. “And we know how he is with that Winchester appetite.”

Sam walked over and led Millie inside while Amaya grabbed Dean holding him back from walking inside.

“You are not going to open that mouth,” she breathed. She stood in front of him and adjusted his tie and jacket avoiding looking into his eyes. “You are going to keep conversations short and sweet. But other than that, you will sit there, be quiet, and look pretty.”

“Awwww,” Dean mocked. “You think I’m pretty.”

“Shut up, jackass.” Amaya drawled as she walked inside with Dean following behind her.

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Getting Back to You 11 - Hustling and Nightcaps

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Amaya Campos (Original Female Character) , AU Dean Winchester x AU Amaya Campos

Warnings: Language, Violence, Smut, Fluff, Angst

Word Count For Series: 100K+ words

Beta: @superfanficnatural and @emoryhemsworth and @jensengirl83

Book Cover by @talesmaniac89

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Amaya tossed and turned as the night went on. There was something nagging her in the back of her mind. By now, Dean would be groaning in his sleep, or at least snoring. But there was a deafening silence that just seemed out of place. Running a hand across her face she sat up and looked around the motel room.

There sitting in the kitchenette, was Dean. A bottle of beer in his hand, a far away look on his face. It was a look Amaya rarely got to see in her Dean. Throwing the covers off, she got off the bed and walked over towards him.

“Couldn’t sleep?” she whispered.

She chuckled when Dean jumped a bit. He was deep in thought when she had approached him. She could see his Adam's apple bob as he took in a soft swallow.

He gave her a small smile before he cleared his throat, “I dunno�� just felt kinda anxious, you know?”

“Yeah, I hear ya,” Amaya sighed. “It’s weird not having to hear Dean toss and turn or snore sometimes.”

“He snores?” Dean snorted. “I shouldn’t laugh… Amaya would pinch my nose from time to time if I snored. But I’m worried about her and her nightmares.”

“She gets nightmares? About what?” Amaya asked. “If you don’t mind.”

“Not at all,” Dean assured her. “Being abandoned, or people not wanting her. Her dad left her at the academy back home. She always kept mostly to herself.” he took a sip of the beer he was drinking. “I kept trying to be her friend. I started out being this… cocky, know it all, until she knocked me on my ass a few hundred times.” he chuckled at the memory.

“Sounds like Dean and me,” Amaya gave him a thin line smile. “He was this tough, cocky dick. And I found ways to knock him down a peg or two.” she chuckled. “This one time, we were at a party in high school out in the woods.” she closed her eyes at the memory. “I was seeing this guy at the time. One of those, just passing by flings.” she shook her head. “Well, needles to say, Dean used a scar from when he had to save me from a ghost. Lady decided to use her cutlery as weapons and she was gunning for me.”

“What did he do exactly?” Dean raised an eyebrow.

“Mind you, I saw this from afar and I thought he was trying to show off how macho he was.” she shook her head. “So I go up to the guy and wrap my arms around him and he just gives me this look of disgust.” she sighed. “He starts calling me every name in the book and saying I’m insane for stabbing my ex when he did nothing and I was confused as hell.”

Dean watched as she paused to take a gulp from the beer bottle. When she was done, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath through her nose before continuing.

“I walked up to him and whatever slut he was flirting with, grabbed him by his neck, and said in his ear, ‘Since I’m your crazy ex, guess it’s okay for me to act like it!’ So I pulled him away from blondie and dragged him away from the party and just laid him out on the ground in an arm bar. Almost snapped his shoulder until Sam pulled me off.”

“Why am I an ass in this world?” Dean ran a hand across his face. “Honestly, I mean, what is the point of doing that?”

“Defense mechanism,” Amaya sighed. “I mean, I’m not going to deny it. I fell for him.” she let out a laugh. “It’s cruel that I would fall for him when he doesn’t love me back.”

“You don’t--”

“I do,” Amaya whispered sadly. “If he did. If he really did, he would say fuck it, grow some balls and be with me. But no matter how much I’m there for him in every way… even as just a warm body,” she chugged the last bit of her beer and hissed. “I have to face the facts. I need to move on. If I don’t, I’m only going to hurt myself.”

Dean stayed silent as her words sunk in. He still couldn’t grasp the severity of what this version of himself went through.

“I always tried to convince Amaya I wasn’t going anywhere.” Dean whispered. “She seemed to think that when I first asked her out that it was some prank orchestrated by the other huntresses.” Dean chuckled. “I would spar with her and she would just lay me flat time and time again and I would look up at her and say, ‘see, you keep knocking me off my feet. Would you just go out with me, already?’ And she would call me a jackass and just walk away.”

“So what made her finally give in?” Amaya asked with a smile.

She could tell that Dean loved his Amaya. The way his eyes shined at the mere mention of her. When he said her name, he would smile.

“I killed the vamp that decided to take a bite of her.” He sighed and leaned back in his chair as he played with the label on the beer bottle. “She lost some blood, I took her back to our hotel and stitched her up. I stayed up all night just making sure she was okay.” He grabbed the beer and began to chug its contents. “Next morning, she woke me up from drooling on her arm. Called me an idiot, said thanks and kissed me out of nowhere.”

Amaya watched as the corners of his lips curled up into a soft smile. But she knew he was feeling sad, feeling homesick.

“After that kiss, I took her out on a real date and we dated for about five years before I popped the question.” He let out a laugh. “I should have married her after I almost died. But we have this tradition that--” he paused to take a drink. “It seems stupid, but it is practical. There is a ceremony that is supposed to ‘protect’ the newly weds.” he shook his head and rubbed his eyes. “I should have just married her and done the ceremony at a later time. I shouldn’t have listened to my mother at the time and now look… and… and…”

“Dean?” Amaya sat up as she saw something she rarely saw Dean do, cry.

The last time she saw Dean, her Dean, look as broken as he was before her was when he had been dragged out of hell. She watched as he clenched his jaw, her heart jumped slightly at the look. The clenched jaw, the way he tried to swallow the guilt.

“What happened in your world?” Amaya whispered.

“I was grading papers at the academy,” he took in a shaky breath. “There was a knock on the door and Lisa Braden walked in.” he let out a scoff and sneered. “She kept digging at how Amaya and I hadn’t gotten married. Wedding is set for next week,” he grabbed the beer and finished it off before standing up to open up another. “I was an idiot getting out from behind my desk. But I wanted to seem busy. I also needed to write some things on the board but… besides the point.”

He opened the bottle and chugged as much as he could before clenching his fist. Walking back to the table, he knocked on it slightly before slumping onto the chair.

“Next thing I know she’s kissing me and I want to pull away but… something strange happens.” he closed his eyes trying to stop his eyes from crying but a single tear escapes. “But…” he grit his teeth and turned his head. “Something was wrong. My heart was screaming it’s not Amaya, but my head… in my head it was her. I could almost feel her and then… I opened my eyes and it was her… I swear for a moment, Amaya was in front of me and not Lisa.”

“And that’s when the other version of me walked in. I’m guessing.” Amaya muttered and finished her second beer.

“She called off the wedding, too,” He let out a frustrated laugh. “I need to get back. I need to marry her next week.”

“Okay,” was all Amaya said. “Since we can’t sleep, might as well get dressed and entertain ourselves.”

“By doing what?” Dean ran a hand across his face. “Salsa dancing?”

“We hustle pool,” Amaya said matter of factly.

Dean sighed as he slept on the hotel bed.

He could feel her in his arms. The smell of her lavender shampoo filled his senses as he felt her fingers brush against his skin.

“Maya,” He whispered as her lips brushed his. “You know we shouldn’t be doing this?”

“You chicken, Winchester?” she said with a teasing smile. “You know there is no turning back from this.”

“Hey, you’re the one that said yes,” He chuckled. “Just want to make sure you aren’t backing out now.”

“We’re getting married in the morning and we’re breaking the number one rule,” Amaya giggled.

“Since when do Winchester’s play by the rules?” he reminded her. “Besides,” he kissed along her neck and collar bone. “Need one last run as singles before the big day tomorrow.”

“Perv,” She slapped at his arm but giggled anyway.

The sound made him smile to the point his cheeks were hurting. Next thing he knew, he watched her walk down the aisle. She wore a corset style top with a fitted and flared skirt. She was glowing as she walked down the white carpet they had decided on. With Cas standing in as their officiant. Dan smiled at Amaya as she smiled back. The scene moved quickly until Cas asked the important question.

“Do you, Dean Winchester,” Cas breathed with a smile. “Finally take Amaya Campos as your wife? Mostly because this wedding is illegal since you are both technically considered dead.”

Dean let out a laugh and smiled at Amaya, “I do.”

“Do you, Amaya,” Cas sighed. “Do the same thing I asked but with Dean?”

“I--”

“Maya?” Dean whispered as blood began to seep out of the corner of Amaya’s mouth. “No.”

“Dean, Dean, Dean,”

The voice sent a shiver down Dean's spine as an arm wrapped around Amaya pulling her away from him as he felt something restraining him. All around his arms and legs were hooks sinking into his skin.

“Alastair,” Dean growled as the Demon pulled Amaya towards him, her back to his chest as he held a knife over her belly. “Let her go!”

“You didn’t really think you actually left my rack, did you?” Alastair ran his knife along Amaya’s cheek as she whimpered. “She whimpers so nice, Dean. I mean, that is very sweet. I love it when they squeal.” He plunged the blade into Amaya’s abdomen.

“NO!” Dean screamed and cried when he pulled on the hooks that dug into him. “MAYA!”

All he could do was watch as Alastair dragged the blade along her belly, slicing her open. Her white dress now stained red with her blood as it began to pool on the floor. Dean closed his eyes only to feel a slap on his face.

“No, no, no, Dean,” Alastair said with a laugh. “Open your eyes and look at what you brought on her.” he pulled on his hair. “Look at what loving her did. This is why you can never love anyone.” Alastair hissed in his ear. “You’re poison. You bring nothing but death to the people you love. And she is only your latest casualty.”

“Maya,” Dean whimpered as the tears rolled down his face. “MAYA!” he screamed as her cold dead eyes stared right back at him.

Dean’s eyes flashed open as he sat up on the bed. Sweat dripped down his face as he took in deep breaths to try and calm down. He hated when he dreamed. That was the worst one yet. It wasn't the only one that had featured Alastair, but it was the goriest one.

“Bad dream?” a voice called from across the room.

“Not really,” Dean took a deep breath through his nose. “Bed isn’t all that comfortable for dreaming.”

Amaya let out a snort as she held her glass to her lips, “Yeah, okay. “

“What about you?” Dean pointed out. “You get up to have a nightcap often?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” she grumbled. “Want some?”

Dean smiled as he saw the whiskey bottle. Walking over towards the table, he pulled out the chair and sat down. Grabbing the bottle, he poured himself around two fingers full. The familiar burn in his throat gave him a small bit of satisfaction.

“So…” Dean clicked his tongue. “Why are you running from love? See me, I know why I’m running. I’m poison. Anything I love, anything I touch, will die.” he admitted. “From what you told me about how you grew up here, I think you’re running from something.”

“Am not,” Amaya snorted.

From the look of the bottle, Dean surmised she was already slightly drunk.

“He was just going to leave anyways,” she snorted. “It’s why my father abandoned me. Last-- las’ thin’ he said was that I am going to end up alone.”

“What?” Dean raised an eyebrow at her. “Omar said you were destined to be alone? Come on!”

“He did!” Amaya exclaimed. “He-- he never contacted me again. And I was always alone. I mean… the girls all hated me because I was good at everything and I caught Dean’s attention.” she let out another snort. “Me.. golden boy had his eyes on me. I always thought it was a cosmic joke.”

“So,” Dean finished his whiskey and poured himself some more. “Let me get this straight. You are running from Dean because he is eventually going to leave you because you feel you’re cursed to be abandoned?” Dean let out a scoff. “Sweetheart, if he ever did that then he isn't anything like me.”

“He isn’t. But he did. He kissed Lisa. I don't care if a spell was behind it. He kissed her. He wrapped his arms around her and…” she sniffled a bit. “After everything I heard, what the other female hunters were saying… they said it served me right. That I was too cold for the Knight of Hunters.”

“Is that what they call him?” Dean smirked.

“More like what he was to me. He saved me in terms of being alone…” she admitted. “He never gave up on me, though.” She said sadly. “He just kept pushing and pushing. I kept knocking him down and knocking him down. Until we were on assignment together. It was a vamps nest.” she seemed to smile at the memory.

“What, did you save his ass?” Dean chuckled.

It seemed to be the pattern with them. She would kick this version of himself in the ass, while he just tried to show her that she was not worthless. A part of him knew that if Amaya ever felt that way in his world, he always tried to make her feel wanted. At least until he felt he was getting too close. Then he cut it to the quick and distanced himself.

“Actually,” she paused and finished her drink before reaching for the bottle to pour herself some more. “He saved me. I was too cocky for my own good and I didn’t realize I had missed one.” she recalled. “I had my back turned and it chomped on me from behind. Dean jumped in and killed it just in time.”

“Funny,” Dean let out a small huff. “Opposite happened to me and Maya. I had my back turned and she saved my ass. Not the first time either.” he admitted. “I--” he slammed back the rest of his whiskey before grabbing more. “She’s my best friend. I’m sure she knows that, deep down. But… I always seemed to push her buttons and--” he took a sip and hissed as the amber liquid flowed down his throat.

“You love her,” Amaya whispered.

“What?” Dean let out a high pitched sound. “No. I mean I… She’s my friend so I care about her but I don’t love her like THAT.”

“Your lips are lying, but your eyes,” she swallowed the lump in her throat. “I’ve seen that look. It’s the look Dean would give me. Or rather, still gives me. Even before this whole thing happened. When I was packing my things and he tried to stop me. I could tell. He--” she wiped the stray tear that had started to fall. “He was hurt that I would leave. But his eyes still showed love in them.”

“Yeah? And how do you know that I feel the same way about my Maya? Huh?” he grumbled. “You don’t know--”

“Because you look at me the same way,” her brown eyes met his green ones.

Dean could feel a small sense of familiarity at the way her eyes stared into him. He noticed the emotion, she was sad. She missed her Dean, even though she was pushing him away, running from him. She missed him. And as much as he hated to admit it, he missed his Amaya.

“When we first met,” she interrupted his thoughts and licked her lips. “You had this… look in them. You were guilty about something. But they flashed with a hint of longing, if that makes sense.”

Dean stayed silent as her words washed over him. Damn her for being just as observant as he was. Fucking bitch had figured him out in just days of knowing him. Clenching his jaw, he gave her a hard glare before leaning towards her.

“You know nothing about me, sweetheart,” he huffed. “IF I were to even think of Amaya like that, which I’m not saying I am, she’s as good as dead in my arms. Because that’s how they all end up.” He continued to hold her gaze as he spoke. “Every single relationship I had, everyone I ever cared about ended up hurt or dead. Hell, I had to have an angel erase the memory of a woman I spent a year with, helping her raise her son, after she got captured by demons. So let’s get this thing straightened out. I do NOT love Maya in that way. All we are is fuck buddies. Understand?”

Amaya raised her hands in defeat, “Okay. I get it. But remember this. You’re running away just like I am. I don’t judge you, if you don’t judge me.”

“Deal,” Dean huffed. “Know a good place to hustle pool?”

Amaya gave him a devilish smirk, “You know how to hustle pool? You’re yanking my chain.”

Dean let out a chuckle, “Sweetheart, I’ve been hustling pool since I was in diapers.”

In the pool hall, Dean fidgeted nervously. The way Amaya walked around the pool table made him nervous. It wasn’t that he didn’t know how to play pool, he did. He just wasn’t good at hustling. He watched as Amaya walked up to him carrying the pool cue in one hand and a glass of whiskey in another.

"You need to relax," she whispered in his ear.

Her breath sent a shiver down his spine.

"I can't… this is… my Amaya was better at this than I was." He whispered back. "I was the one she would play against and lose."

Amaya tilted her head to the side in thought, “Okay, let’s play one game and let me see what you’re all about.”

Dean simply nodded as he moved to the side and let her rack up the balls. He watched as Amaya studied the table with a smirk. He recognized that look, it was a look of strategy. She was measuring all the angles she could use. Next thing he knew, she hit the cue ball and the game began. He was only able to sink in a few solid balls as she sunk stripe after stripe. The one thing he noticed was that, while she was measuring for trick shots, she never used any. In fact, she had missed a few on purpose with a smirk.

“What are you doing?” he whispered to her. He made himself seem as though he was flirting with her.

“Trying to catch a big one,” she breathed back, using her eyes to point at a few men that were watching.

“You know,” Dean raised his voice as he gave her a wink. “You’re pretty good at this, mama.”

“Yeah,” she let out a giggle. “What makes you say that?”

“You wiped the floor with me.” Dean walked around the table as they finished their game.

“Hey toots!” one of the men who was observing them called out. “Why don’t you play with a real man?”

“Call me when you find one,” Amaya sassed with a smile.

“You give me your number, and I’ll give you mine.” the man had walked up to the table and leaned over it shooting her a wink.

With a small glance at Dean who nodded, she flashed the man a smirk.

“Rack ‘em up,” she walked over towards him and ran her index finger along his cheek, trailing down his jaw, and towards his chest. “Big boy.”

Amaya could smell him a mile away. This man thought she would be an easy target, so she decided to play it up. She was thankful for the off shoulder black tube top she was wearing. It squeezed her breasts just right, giving off a large amount of cleavage. As she leaned over the table, she made sure to give Mr. Cocky a good view of her own rack while pushing her ass out in her skin tight jeans. Her hair in a neat braid as she moved around the table, sinking in shot after shot.

“Eight ball,” she called lazily. “Corner pocket.”

Dean watched as she sunk it with ease while the gorilla who was watching her grabbed his cue so tight, his knuckles were turning white.

“Beginners luck,” he grumbled as he set down the five hundred dollars they bet on the table.

Amaya gave him a sweet purr as she let her fingers brush along his arm.

“Want to double or nothing?” She whispered. “I mean, this was my first, real, game.” she brought her face dangerously close to gorilla’s. “What do you have to lose?”

It wasn’t long before Amaya and Dean were walking out of the pool hall. Amaya hummed happily as she counted off the money they made.

“Four thousand dollars!” she sighed contently as they climbed into the Impala. “Oh man, Dean would have flipped if we ever got this much in one night! This was a lucky night.”

“I guess it was.” Dean chuckled.

The smile on Amaya’s face made him both happy and sad. Sad that he wasn’t with his version of her, but happy that he could make any version of her smile. Without even thinking, he reached over and placed a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers brushing her cheek as he pulled his hand back.

“Sorry,” he whispered. “I... um…” he cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. “We should try and go back and get some sleep. Got a long drive to make.”

“Yeah,” Amaya whispered.

There were days that she wished Dean would look at her the way this alternate version was looking at her. Weeks that she would dream about even the gentlest touches coming from him. Closing her eyes she shook away the feeling and swallowed the lump in her throat.

“We should get back and try to sleep.” she echoed, refusing to look at him.

The drive to the motel was filled with silence as they undressed and got comfortable before settling in and letting sleep over take them.

Dean and Amaya were back on the road. To say that sleep did not come easy was an understatement. Despite the fact that Amaya insisted on them drinking whiskey to help, it did nothing but fill both of them with dreams of longing. Each of them dreamed of being with the right versions of the people they loved only to be disturbed when the light of the sun woke them.

“You okay over there?” He asked as they barreled down the road.

“Yeah, fine.” She brushed him off. She had grabbed her phone and began dialling Sam. “Please tell me you have more information on what’s going on?” she sighed.

Dean focused on the road as he heard her talking to Sam. In the middle of the ‘uh-huh’ and ‘yeah that sounds like it’, Dean had a thought.

“Can you ask him if it has anything to do with Hecate?”

The question left his lips and he could feel Amaya’s eyes on him.

“Did you just say Hecate? As in Goddess of Magic and Witchcraft?” Amaya said. In that instance she let out a groan. “When the fuck were you going to tell me you guys were messing with Witches of Hecate, Winchester?” she yelled into the phone. “Don’t give me that bullshit, Sam! You are dealing with a Greek Goddess and not just any Greek Goddess I might add!”

Dean sighed, he thought back to what Hecate said in his universe. He said that it was nothing against him, but at the same time maybe it was his fault. Back in his world, it didn’t matter if Witches were white or dark. A Witch was a Witch and they had to die.

“I think that would be my world’s fault.” Dean rubbed at his eyes as he pulled the car over.

“Hold on, Sam,” Amaya sighed as she turned to Dean. “What do you mean?”

“In… In my world, a Witch is a Witch.” He explained. “So when someone is caught, we either imprison them or…” he trailed off.

“So,” Amaya pinched the bridge of her nose. Pulling the phone away from her ear she pressed the speaker button. “Okay, let me get this straight. You guys felt that no matter what kind of magic was used, a Witch was always evil?”

Sam let out an audible groan. “And now she’s trying to get revenge. But why target our Dean?”

“He hates Witches Sam… He’s an easy target.” Amaya huffed. “Of course put him in a world where his ‘all witches are bad’ motto will make him happy.”

Dean let out a groan and placed his forehead on the steering wheel. “This is all kinds of fucked up. I just want to go home!” he whined.

“This isn’t a picnic for us either, pal,” Amaya grumbled. “I want grumpy back. I hate to admit it, but the faster we get him back the faster I can go off on my own.”

“Maya,” Sam’s voice came in. “you know that he--”

“Save it, Sam,” Amaya hissed. “He’s been pulling this shit since I can remember. So no, I won’t stick around when he comes home. Besides, Jason is meeting us in Salem.”

“What?!” Sam and Dean both echoed.

“Just... let’s keep driving. We’re wasting time! Not to mention we need to do some investigating when we get there, if Jason hasn’t started already.”

Dean started the car back up and continued the drive, pushing the Impala as fast as he could.

Dean let out a laugh as Amaya finished wiping the floor with another sucker. They had decided to split up and make it a small competition to see who could win the most money. Only after Dean had proven it to her that he could play. He had a difficult shot to make, and with a smirk, made the cue ball jump over one of the balls in his way to sink the eight ball in. At the time, they were the only ones at the pool table.

Amaya had found a small pool hall that was just empty enough to test his skill before the patrons filtered in. Drinks were flowing and laughter filtered through. The groans of disappointment echoed as both Dean and Amaya’s tables were filled with onlookers.

“You know,” Dean heard one of the men say to Amaya as she bent over the table. “Why don’t you come back with me and I can sink some balls in some holes for you?”

Out of the corner of his eye, Dean watched as Amaya pulled the cue back quickly hitting the man in his solar plexus.

“Oh,” she cooed. “I’m sorry, amor. I only let certain balls sink into particular holes.” with that she lined up her shot and sunk in the eight ball. “I believe the stakes were triple, right?”

Before he knew it, between the two of them they made a good eight thousand dollars. Dean gave a low whistle as they counted up the money, Amaya giving him his four while she kept hers.

“I call that the best night I’ve ever had,” he chuckled. “We need to play pool more. Could probably clean house.”

“Yeah,” Amaya sighed as she leaned up against the Impala. “You are really good. You weren’t kidding when you said you’ve played since you were young.”

“Told ya,” he shot her a cocky smile. “I take it we should get some sleep while we can.” he cleared his throat and shoved his hands in his pockets.

By now, he and Amaya would have gone back to the motel, drank some whiskey, and ended up in bed together. Mostly with Dean giving her gentle touches as she slept. Mostly because he couldn’t do it while she was awake. He would never admit to having a few secrets of admitting he loved her to himself. But damn it if he didn’t miss her. And damn it if thinking about her didn’t give him the biggest hard on in his life. And here in front of him was her doppelganger. Dressed in a crop top band tee, tight jeans, leather jacket, and biker boots. Her hair flowed around her with a smile that reminded him of what his heart wanted.

“Yeah we should,” she agreed, clearing her throat. “I take it, you had to hustle to survive.”

Dean reached over and grazed his thumb along her lips before recoiling it back as if touching her burned him.

“Sorry,” he rasped. “You had a smudge and I-- I just…”

“It’s fine,” Amaya whispered. “How about we celebrate with some more whiskey?”

“That sounds like a plan, sweetheart,” Dean said as he smiled. “I could get used to that.”

The drive back to the hotel, with a pit stop at a liquor store, resulted in good music, crude jokes, and stumbling into the hotel room.

“So… so, we barge into this coven that’s out in a cabin and… Dean and I have to turn away because they were--” she paused to take a drink from the bottle as they sat on the floor, before passing it back to Dean. “They were worshiping in skyclad. And we had walked in on their orgy. It was butts and tits, and penises everywhere!”

“That must have been one messy massacre,” Dean grumbled.

“Why do you say it like that?” Amaya frowned at him.

“Were they Wiccan’s or witches?” Dean tried to clarify.

“Witches are witches, nothing more and nothing less.” Amaya gave him a slight glare. “Magic is dangerous, no matter what it’s used for.”

“And yet,” Dean took a gulp from the bottle hissing as the liquid gave him a slight burn. “The incantations we use to send demons back, the key of Solomon, incantations to beef up weapons, or puzzle boxes,” Dean listed off. “That’s all magic.”

“Are you sympathetic to witches?” Amaya asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Fuck no,” Dean chuckled. “I hate hags as much as the next hunter. But… not all witches go darkside. There are white witches, and witches who work with gods. I mean probably not THE God, but Greek gods? Definitely.”

“What is your point,” Amaya drawled. “Monsters are monsters, Dean. They are almost all under control here that we hardly have any cases to filter through.”

“Just,” Dean ran a hand across his face. “Not all monsters are evil. Some of them, if not all of them, were human at some point or another in their lives. And they learn to live quietly.”

Amaya pressed her lips into a thin line. She had seen it before, monsters who had families and were living off the blood of livestock. Witches who never harmed anyone, but were still on the list because of a spike in magical energy that scared the council.

“I guess Hecate lied about it not being our fault,” she hissed.

“Hecate? You mean, long skinny, black eyes with silver specs in them Goddess of witches?” Dean asked. “THAT Hecate?”

“Not as dumb as you look,” Amaya sighed. “Yes, that Hecate. We had captured her followers and one of them had invoked her. Nearly destroyed the bunker. That was the day Eileen told me I couldn’t have kids. I was almost crushed to death.”

Dean stayed silent as her story sunk in.

“Well then, guess whoever these witches are in Salem,” he groaned as he got up off the floor and held out his hand to her. “We’re going to have to ask them how we put things right.”

As Amaya held onto his hand to get up, Dean pulled her a little too hard. She tumbled forward and almost fell, but Dean moved quickly to pull her toward his body. His arms wrapped around her as her hands pressed on his chest. They both froze as they stared into each other's eyes. Dean swallowed the lump in his throat looking at the woman in his arms. The familiar scent of Lavender mixed with gunpowder and... something else. Something he couldn’t put his finger on.

“You uh,” Dean whispered and offered her a smile. “There’s something to your smell, I can smell gunpowder, Lavender, but there is something else. I can’t pinpoint it.”

“Jasmine,” she answered. “It’s a lavender shampoo with a jasmine body wash. The gunpowder is obvious.”

She dared to look into his green eyes. Eyes that were full of pain, and loss. Eyes that were of a stranger and yet, at the same time were familiar. His own scent hit her own senses. Gunpowder, leather, and whiskey. The leather was unfamiliar. She guessed, from the story he shared earlier, was from sleeping in the Impala for most of his life.

The two of them stood in the center of the hotel room. Neither of them moved away. The deafening silence surrounded them as their hearts pounded in their chests. Dean was the first to break the trance as he cleared his throat and moved away.

“We should…” he trailed off and pointed to the beds.

“Right,” Amaya agreed. “We should get some rest. We have a bit of a drive.”

“Yeah,” Dean said as he turned away and began stripping his clothes to get comfortable while Amaya did the same.

“Night, roughneck.” she muttered once she was nestled between the sheets.

“Yeah, night, Ice Queen,” Dean huffed with a smile as he settled into the bed.

Both of them layed in bed until sleep was able to consume them. The nightmares still played, but they didn’t dare to move as the night went on. By the next morning, the car ride was filled with the sounds of classic rock as they made their way to Salem. Being used to driving long distances on little sleep, Dean was able to convince Amaya to let it happen. It worked out in the end as they were able to make it just as the sun began to set.

“Take this next exit and drive to The Merchant Hotel,” Amaya instructed. “Unfortunately I had to book us a king suit. The Lark.”

Following Amaya’s directions, Dean found the hotel and parked the car as close as he could. Settling into their room, Dean pushed a few chairs together.

Amaya bit her lip, “You know… we can share the bed.” she sighed. “It’s big enough for both of us and… I can ask for extra pillows.”

Dean hated to admit it, but the bed did look inviting. And even though this Amaya wasn’t his, he couldn’t help but feel that pull towards her.

“No, I’m good. I can sleep on that corner there where that bench seat is up against the wall. You can have the bed.” Dean cleared his throat. “Besides, I can’t stand cover hogs. And the way you hogged the covers at the last hotel makes me think I’m going to freeze to death in this room.”

“Fine, jackass,” Amaya grumbled as she grabbed a few pillows and threw them at him. “I’m going to head down to the bar.”

Before Dean could stop her she was already out the door. Running a hand across his face he let out a frustrated groan and continued to arrange the small couch so that he could sleep when he was ready. Once it was adjusted to how he wanted it, he made sure he had his wallet before following Amaya out of the room and down to find the bar. What he didn’t expect to find was Amaya hanging off the arm of a man dressed in a sharp suit, and perfectly combed hair.

“Dean, ole chap! How have you been?” The man smiled as he walked up to Dean and shook his hand.

“I’ve been great, uh…” Dean looked at Amaya for help.

“Ketch,” Amaya interrupted. “Your drink is ready at the bar.”

“We should catch up over a night cap and a cigar,” Ketch said as he made his way to the bar leaving Amaya and Dean alone for a moment.

“That is Ketch,” Amaya sighed. “I guess British base sent him to make sure London is really what I want.”

“He seems like a douche,” Dean snorted. “Is it what you really want?” Dean asked.

“Ketch?” Amaya asked, confused.

“No, London, is it what you really want? Or are you using it as an excuse to run away and never see Dean again?” Dean breathed.

“It’s none of your business, roughneck,” she sneered. “Just don't get in the way of this hunt. Our research team worked very hard for this for some highschool drop-out to ruin it.”

“And the Ice Queen makes her appearance,” Dean scoffed.

“And the roughneck is just as surly as ever,” Amaya hissed.

“Amaya, mi amor. ¿Cómo le ha ido?” Ketch smiled as he looked between Dean and Amaya. (Amaya, my love. How have you been?).

Before Dean knew what was happening, the conversation between Ketch and Amaya turned into a rapid fire of Spanish. Nothing coming out of their mouths was slow enough for him to understand. Next thing he knew he caught the words, ‘estupido’ and Amaya glancing at him.

“I’m not stupid, sweetheart,” Dean growled in her ear.

“Dean you look ragged, ole chap.” Ketch slapped a hand on Dean’s shoulder. “I’m sorry that you and Amaya won't be tying the knot though.”

“Still have a week left Ketchy boy,” Dean said through gritted teeth as he shrugged Ketch off. “But you had a long flight, from merry ole England, right?”

“Not too bad,” Ketch picked at his nails. “But I was able to sleep on the flight.” he leaned in towards Dean. “Give it up ole boy. You took her from me once, I won’t let it happen again. You messed up and are paying the price. She’s mine.”

“I love how you're an opportunist, Ketch,” Dean eyed him up and down. “But I won the girl. She has my ring on her finger. And if I have to drag her down that aisle, I will!”

Dean was shocked by the words that came out of his mouth. He was supposed to be going home. But here was this sleazy guy, eying Amaya like a steak dinner. He was the only guy, in any universe, allowed to do that.

Amaya sighed as she flopped down on her bed at the Clipper Ship Inn. In truth, it was probably a lot nicer than some of the motels they had ever stayed in, but it still had the motel feeling. Dean had gone off to grab some supplies as she began researching. She had tied up her hair in a messy bun as she always did when working. But there was something in the crime pictures that she had pulled up thanks to Sam’s hacking.

There, at one of the crime scenes, was the symbol of Hecate. The symbol was a five pointed star with a circle that had almost a maze-like pattern to it. Amaya tilted her head as she studied the crime scene photo. There was something else to the symbol, something that didn’t quite fit. Grabbing her phone she began to dial Sam’s number.

“Hey Sam, I have a question for you,” She breathed just as Dean walked into the room with a bag of fast food.

‘Uh, yeah, what’s your question?’ Sam tried to stifle his yawn.

“Did you get any sleep?” Amaya asked softly.

‘I’m fine, Cas says he’s going to do some digging up in heaven for something. Maybe there is a way to track Dean’s soul since it’s a part of our universe and not the other Dean’s.’ He let out a small huff.

“Yeah, that sounds good,” Amaya sighed. “Look Sam, about what I said… before I left, I’m--”

‘I know, Maya. You don’t have to say it. You’re in a bad place, we all are and we just want our Dean back.’

“As grumpy as he is, yeah. He owes me a Macarena,” Maya tried to lighten the mood.

‘Yeah he does,’ Sam let out a small chuckle. ‘Just, be careful out there, okay? Don’t lose your head.’

“Unless I’m dealing with the Queen of Hearts, I don’t plan to. Should get back to strategizing. We’ll start with the police station tomorrow once we get all the info we can get out of what you hacked for us.”

Amaya never noticed Dean looking at the screen from over her shoulder. He had begun eating his grilled chicken salad. As he took a forkful into his mouth he tilted his head and put his food down next to her. Reaching over her, he zoomed in on the symbols and tapped on Amaya’s shoulder.

“Put him on speaker,” he commanded as he grabbed a paper and a pen and began writing down notes furiously.

“Um… Sam, I’m going to put you on speaker.” Amaya said. Her tone was full of confusion on what Dean was doing.

‘Okay, is there something wrong with the research?’ Sam asked as the sounds of computer keys clacking came from the speaker.

“No, no. It’s good work. I just need some books from the archive.” Dean pushed the paper towards Amaya so she could look. “If you can find a way to send us digital copies of the pages I need that would actually help.”

‘What do you need ?’ Sam asked.

“Okay, going to need Scriptura Deorum. It should be on the third shelf, third bookshelf.” Dean recited. “Then from the fifth bookshelf I need, Signum Deos. Next, you are going to the opposite side, bookshelf number ten, top shelf, Runes Anam. Last book might need to get back to us. It’s in the dungeon room. The title is called Siombail Anamacha.”

‘Okay, let me repeat the titles, you want, Scriptura Deorum. Bible of the Gods. Then you want Signum Deos, Symbols of Gods. Then Runes Anam, Soul Runes, and Siombail Anamacha, Symbols of Souls?’ Sam sounded surprised.

“That’s what I said.” Dean chuckled. “Omnia facere volo ire in domum suam.”

‘Yeah, Dean. We know you want to go home.’ Sam translated and sighed. ‘Fucking weird hearing perfect Latin from you.’ Sam muttered.

“I think that’s everything, Sam. Just let me know if we have anything archived that I can look at digitally.” Amaya said as she rubbed her temples. “Necesito un trago fuerte.”

(I need a fucking drink.)

“¿Qué tipo de bebida quieres, cariño?” Dean gave her a devilish smirk. (what kind of drink do you want, sweetheart? )

“Can you stop that, please!” Amaya looked away from him.

“ No, no voy a dejar de ser quien soy solo porque te incomoda!” Dean exclaimed as he looked at Amaya. “Puedo hablar español, latín, japonés, ruso. Puedo seguir y hacerte girar la cabeza. Entonces, no, no dejaré de hablar los muchos idiomas que conozco sólo porque su amigo emocionalmente carenciado con beneficios no puede.” ( No, I will not stop being who I am just because it bothers you! I can speak Spanish, Latin, Japanese, Russian. I can go on and turn your head. So, no, I won't stop speaking the many languages I know just because your emotionally lacking friend with benefits can't.)

“Sabes que? Te puedes ir a casa carajo!” She got up from her seat and poked at his chest. “no tienes derecho a quedarte allí y juzgarme o lo que tuve con MI Dean.” she seethed, her eyes burning with anger. “Podemos ser amigos con beneficios, pero todo terminará de todos modos.” She reminded him. “Una vez que te devolvamos a donde perteneces, no tengo que pensar en cómo tú y tu Amaya tienen una relación perfecta o un matrimonio perfecto o --”

(you don't have the right to stand there and judge me or what I had with MY Dean. we may be friends with benefits but it's all going to end anyways. once we put you back where you belong I don't have to think about how you and your Amaya have a perfect relationship or a perfect marriage or--)

Before she could keep going, a knock interrupted her. Raising her eyebrow at Dean who simply shrugged, she grabbed her Colt M11911A1 with a custom lavender handle that Dean had gifted her for her twenty first birthday. Walking to the door, she cocked the gun before opening it to see a smiling Jason with a bottle of Havana Club rum and a box of Hoyo de Monterrey cigars.

“Hi Amaya,” He said with a smile.

“Jason,” Amaya whispered.

Chapter 12

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Getting Back to You 14 - Canceled Wedding

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Amaya Campos (Original Female Character) , AU Dean Winchester x AU Amaya Campos

Warnings: Language, Violence, Smut, Fluff, Angst

Word Count For Series: 100K+ words

Beta: @superfanficnatural and @emoryhemsworth and @jensengirl83

Book Cover by @talesmaniac89

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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The day of the wedding

It had taken a lot out of Amaya to get up that morning. She and Dean had arrived in the bunker to give their report and spent the rest of the week researching. Much to her dismay, this roughneck of a man hated to research; but here he was in her room, surrounded by books. The garment bag that held her wedding dress taunted her. Climbing off her bed, she ripped off the business attire she had on and grabbed clothing she hadn’t worn in a long time. Digging through her drawers, she picked out a pair of skin tight Jeans ripped at the knee, a band tee, leather jacket, and black boots. Reaching deep into the closet of her room in the bunker, she also grabbed her helmet and bike keys and made her way to the garage.

“Maya?!” Sam’s voice echoed along the hallway. “Maya stop, where are you going?”

“Out,” she grumbled as she moved past him.

“Amaya,” Mary’s voice made her freeze. “Amaya, please. Can’t you and Dean talk about this?”

“There is nothing to talk about, Mary,” Amaya closed her eyes. “There is no wedding. There will be no marriage. I can work with Dean peacefully on assignments, but other than that, we’re done.”

“Amaya,” Mary tried to reach for her, the woman turning and scowling.

“Mary, I can’t give your family what they want. I told you what happened. I told you what I can’t give him, so, please. Let’s just be ready for the inevitable.”

“You are always going to be a part of this family, Amaya,” Mary said as she placed her hands on Amaya’s cheeks. “You may not be marrying Dean… yet,” she smiled. “But I know this will pass. Please be careful out there?” Amaya simply nodded.

Making her way to her bike, she threw off the tarp that was covering it and ran her fingers along it. Dean stayed hidden as he watched her; he waited until she was out the garage door before rushing to the Impala.

“Dean, where are you going?” his mother asked.

“Following her,” he replied. “Wedding isn’t happening, but I’m not going to let her get killed.”

He figured that was a good enough response, burning rubber as he peeled out of the garage and made sure to keep shadow distance from Amaya. He was getting used to the Impala’s features in this world; the GPS was handy when he wanted to follow someone.

“Dean?”

Sam’s voice came over the radio. Rolling his eyes, Dean reached for the microphone of the radio and sighed before pressing the button.

“What, Sam?” Dean growled.

“What the hell are you doing with my brother’s car?!” he whispered angrily through the radio.

“Going after Amaya and making sure she doesn’t get killed,” Dean snapped.

“She’ll be--”

“Would your brother let her go off on her own if they were in the middle of a fight?” Dean interrupted.

The silence over the radio gave Dean his answer.

“You scratch that car,” Sam took a pause to take in a breath. “I’ll kill you. That car means everything to us. It’s one that was passed down, and we kept it in good condition.”

Dean had to smile at that before answering.

“Yeah,” he let out a small chuckle, “I know. Trust me, I know.”

With that, Dean turned off the CB Radio and focused on following Amaya. He wondered what kind of trouble she would get into.

As he continued to follow her, Dean noticed she stopped at a seedy motel.

“Huh,” he said to himself. “Looks like the Ice Queen knows how to rough it after all.”

He waited until he watched her get a room before he asked for a room next to hers. The minute he showed the Men of Letters badge, the man just nodded and handed him a key. Making his way to the Impala, Dean looked around, knowing he had to hide the car. He never wanted to hide her. It was his Baby, and she was special. But if he didn’t, he knew Amaya would spot him.

“Where can I put you, Baby?” Dean muttered.

Looking across the street, he sighed; it was the only option. Driving the car across the street, he parked her where he could see her, hoping that Amaya wouldn’t notice. Grabbing his bag, he made sure the car was locked and made his way back to the motel. Once inside his room, he could hear movement coming from Amaya’s room. It was the familiar sounds of thumbtacks being pushed into the wall and the typing on a keyboard. Whatever she was working on, he would need to keep an eye on her.

Hours had passed, and in between the shuffling and cursing was the occasional sound of Amaya throwing up. That was what worried him. Two weeks and she was still losing her lunch of all things. Something was up, and she was ignoring the symptoms. Although, to be fair, she could hold her liquor, but still, this much upchucking was dangerous.

Dean sat in the motel room for hours listening to her moving around and vomiting, watching TV and researching, cursing and showering, and eating. That is until her phone began to ring. Dean sat up straight and moved closer to the wall they shared.

“Richy!” Amaya greeted warmly. “Been a while.”

Dean could hear her shuffling and grabbed the motel notepad and pen, ready to take down anything.

“You sure?” he heard her say. “Richie, you’ve been wrong before.” Dean could hear her take in a breath, “Yeah, not happening. Just because the wedding is off doesn’t mean I’m going to spread my legs for you. So either you give me the info I need, or I hunt your ass down and kick it.”

Dean couldn’t help but smirk at that line. It reminded him of his Amaya when someone pushed her buttons a little too far.

“Okay, I’ll head out,” he heard her respond. “I’ll meet you at the bar on Main Street. And no, we are not going to do anything. I’m going to drink, you are going to give me information, or I shoot your cock off.” Dean could hear her let out a laugh, “Try me Ritchie, see if I’m lying.”

It didn’t take long for Dean to hear her move out of the room and head to her bike. He made sure to be quick as he watched the bike move out of the parking lot before rushing to Baby, turning the ignition, and peeling out of the lot, following her at a safe distance. True to what he heard, she made her way to a dive bar on Main Street.

It was hard watching her from afar. He saw her drink, flirt, and hustle; it made him think back to the times he watched his Amaya do the same. Except, he remembered her shooting guys down quickly. He could see it when she glanced at him while he flirted with the girls who would come up to him in his own world. Closing his eyes, he thought back to her, wondering what was going on. Shaking his head of those thoughts, he focused on what this world’s Amaya was doing, how she was gathering information, talking to anyone and everyone who would open their mouths.

And yet, he remembered how in his world he would go with the different girls while Amaya would go off back to the motel alone. He knew what he was doing, trying to get her to move on. He was an ass, and he knew it. But he was poison, cursed. Everything bad that happened, not just in his life but of those around him, always ended in tragedy. And who was he to bring that on her? Looking at the Amaya before him, he could see her turn the men down left and right while drinking her troubles away. It was like looking in a mirror when it came to her actions.

Digging into his pocket, he grabbed the phone Sam had given him when they had gotten back to the bunker and dialed.

“Sam,” Dean sighed. “See if you can hitch a ride to where I am. I might need back up in keeping Amaya out of trouble.”

Dean looked at the calendar in front of him. Glass of whiskey, two fingers full, and the bottle open to his other side. Taking the glass, he placed the rim to his lips, taking a large sip. Letting out a scoff, he threw the paper calendar across the room. He was angry, and he needed to do something: needed to hit something. Putting the top on the bottle of whiskey, he downed his glass and made his way to the training room. Shedding everything but his boxers, he taped up his hands and looked at the punching dummy.

With every punch, he tried to envision things that would make him angry. For one, he imagined Ketch. God, he hated the British bastard. He hoped that Amaya was staying away from him in their world. Dean also hated the way he treated Amaya, like a prize. Not to say that Amaya isn’t a prized possession, but Amaya was a goddess to him. A strong huntress, a smart woman, and the keeper of his heart.

His fist hit the dummy’s face, and he gave a satisfied grin. He could imagine bashing Ketch’s teeth in, just like when he caught the bastard cheating on Amaya.

Amaya watched from the door at the punches Dean would give the dummy. She wasn’t used to seeing Dean let out his anger on anything other than a monster. Running her fingers through her hair, she made her way to her room and changed into her workout clothes. After putting on a pair of yoga pants, sport’s bra, and her sneakers, she walked towards the training room, pulling her hair up into a high, tight ponytail.

Making her way inside the gym, she grabbed the punching mitts and taped up her hands, putting the mitts on and slapping them together to get Dean’s attention.

“You want to box,” she said, “let’s go.”

“What are you doing?” Dean sighed as he grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat from his face.

“You look like you need to blow off steam and the dummy looks like he’s had enough,” Amaya explained as she let out a sigh. “Grab the gloves, and let’s go.”

Dean looked at the woman standing before him, his lips in a thin line as he made his way to grab the boxing gloves and put them on. As he approached Amaya, she put the mits up.

“Lets see what you got,” she challenged.

Getting into position, he started off with small jabs, not wanting to hurt her.

“Wow,” she stood up straight and looked at him. “How did you manage to punch the dummy with those soft hands?”

“Shut up,” Dean grumbled.

“No, I’m curious,” she quirked. “What are you scared of? I can take it.”

Dean got into position again and rolled his neck and shoulders. He punched a little harder, this time gaining a smirk from her.

“Monsters are shaking in their claws with those punches,” she continued to sass. “Come on Winchester, show me what you really got!”

Dean let out a frustrated grunt as he moved to punch harder, but every time he looked at her, his heart dropped. He should be home, should be waiting for his Amaya to walk down the aisle towards him. He should be happily married by now: he didn’t know what to do. He turned away from her and walked over to the punching dummy. Reeling his arm back, he punched it as hard as he could, sending it toppling to the ground.

“You know,” Amaya broke the silence after a few minutes, “you need to get out of here. And I think I know just the place.”

Dean tilted his head at her, “You don’t want to listen to--”

“Don’t tell me what I want to do,” Amaya sassed. “Besides, you look like you’re about to burst if you don’t talk. Which is refreshing, to say the least.” She sighed, “With our Dean,” she paused and licked her lips, “he loved to bury his feelings deep down. Hated talking about what was bothering him.”

“So then where are you taking me?” Dean asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

“Somewhere that I never took my Dean to,” she admitted. “I think you’ll like it.”

“What makes you think I’ll like it?” Dean asked.

“You grew up different from this world’s Dean,” Amaya said as she walked with him to room eleven. “You don’t keep your emotions in and, well--” she reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, “hairs different. It’s not spiked up, just, combed to the side and… preppy.”

“I--” Dean gave a soft blush, “It’s how I always styled my hair. I mean… I’m getting used to the flannel.”

“It suits you,” she chuckled. “But,” she rocked on her heels, “I think we can go on a small shopping trip, and you can buy clothes that make you comfortable.”

“We don’t have to,” Dean said as he shook his head. “I should learn to blend in.”

“You blend in fine,” Amaya reassured him. “Just for when we’re here in the bunker. You can dress how you normally dress in your world, how’s that sound?”

“I guess it’s okay,” Dean agreed. “You know, I didn’t want to say anything but,” he gave a nervous chuckle, “It’s really weird not having money to buy anything or getting paid for missions.” He crossed his arms over his chest, “Something I just need to get used to until we sort it out.”

“Anything else that weirds you out?” Amaya asked, interested in what his world was like.

“Sam,” Dean admitted. “Something is--” he shrugged his shoulders and waved his hands around, “off about him. But it might be because he doesn’t have his glasses on.”

Amaya did a double take, “Wait, what?” she shook her head at Dean and let out a snort. “Sam? With glasses? No way.”

Dean let out a soft laugh and smiled brightly, “I’m not kidding. Glasses, and his hair in a man bun.”

Amaya froze and had to do another double take, “A what now?”

“Well, I mean, he sections his hair off and he has this like small pony tail and--” Dean paused when Amaya held on to the wall holding on to her stomach in laughter, “what? What did I say?”

Amaya waved him off as she walked towards her room. As she reached her door, she looked over to look at Sam, who was coming from the kitchen; her laughter echoed through the halls, making Sam tilt his head and look at her.

“What?” Sam asked.

She shook her head trying to contain her laughter, “Nothing, just something otherworld Dean said. Inside joke.”

Sam gave her an amused but bewildered look before heading into his room.

Dean got up as Amaya walked out of the bar and headed towards her bike. He made sure to wait until she was on the road before rushing to the Impala and making his way back to the motel. As he walked towards his room from across the street, he noticed Sam and rushed over to get him out of line of sight.

“Are you crazy?!” Dean hissed. “She’ll see you!”

Sam looked at Dean as if he had two heads, “You called me to help you because you said, and I quote,” Sam gave him a smug but serious look, “I need help keeping Amaya out of trouble. So I came to help you drag her back to the bunker.”

Dean ran a hand across his face before dragging Sam into his motel room.

“Oh god,” Sam gave a look of disgust. “Why are you two staying in a filthy place like this?”

“Cheaper,” Dean huffed as he took a good look at Sam. “Wait… are you-- are you wearing a man bun? And glasses?!”

“I’ve always had a man bun and glasses,” Sam said as he looked flabbergasted at Dean. “The hair gets in the way, but I don’t want to cut it. I love my long hair,” he smoothed out his hair. “And I need glasses to read close up and I just keep them on because it’s easier.”

“Weird,” Dean muttered. “That’s just weird and… Just get a haircut! It won't kill you!”

“You didn’t answer my question,” Sam pointed out. “Why are we not dragging her to the bunker?”

“Because if you do that, she’ll shut down,” Dean said as he got closer to the wall. “She shut down. All that’s going to do is send her to London, and I don’t think your brother would appreciate that now would he?”

Sam opened and closed his mouth as he let Dean’s words sink in, “No, he wouldn’t. He’d probably do the same thing you would be doing now.”

“Okay, so just trust that what we are going to do is follow her,” Dean said. “She’s been talking to a guy named Richie and if he’s anything like the Richie from my world, who was killed by a demon, then I’d say she is going into something half cocked,” he whispered.

“Why are we whispering?” Sam whispered as he looked at Dean.

“Because of the thin wall!” Dean said as he gestured all around. “So far I think she doesn’t know we’re here but who knows. If she’s anything like my Amaya back home, she’s as sharp as a whip.”

“I know,” Sam said with a smile. “Passed all of her hunting exams with a perfect score. Not even Dean could get that. Or myself! And I studied hard for those.”

“You guys have tests? And get paid for this?” Dean said as his face fell. All the hustling and struggling, and here was a world where hunters could get paid and have an apple pie life! “You guys are lucky.”

“I--” Sam took off his glasses to clean them considering Dean’s words, “I guess.”

“I mean it,” Dean sighed as he laid himself down on the bed, placing his arms behind his head. “You guys don’t have to worry about money because you get paid. You have good cars, and can stay in good places,” Dean let out a chuckle.

“I guess your world is a bit... harsher?” Sam asked, hoping Dean would tell him a bit more. “I know that you don’t talk. You’re like Amaya in that aspect. She closes up and keeps it in until it all explodes.”

Dean nodded in silence before answering, “Yeah I can see that.”

“Just,” Sam licked his lips, “is my brother safe over there?”

“You guys are trained right?” Dean asked, looking over at the man that resembled his brother.

“Since we turned thirteen,” Sam said.

“Then you have nothing to worry about,” Dean assured him. “He’ll be just fine.”

Sam let the discussion drop as the sound of the phone ringing next door stole their attention. Both men shot up and rushed to the window, watching as Amaya put on her helmet, started her motorcycle, and peeled out of the parking lot.

“Shit,” Dean hissed as he grabbed his keys. “Let’s go.”

Dean grabbed Sam by the lapel of his jacket and dragged him out of the room, rushing towards the impala with him. He pressed his foot onto the gas pedal, peeling out of the parking lot and trying to catch up to Amaya’s bike. He kept shadow distance as he had always done, noticing that every now and then he would glance at Sam who seemed to recognize where Amaya was going.

“No,” Sam whispered to himself. “She wouldn’t. She is not that stupid to--”

“Hey,” Dean huffed as he snapped his fingers at him. "Steve Jobs wanna be, what is it?”

Sam took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose, “There is a mission near here. No one has been able to take it because the intel has been scarce.”

“So you’re telling me she’s on a wolf hunt?” Dean growled. “How many?”

“We don’t know,” Sam admitted. “We’ve not been able to get as much intel. It’s been sketchy at best.”

“How many, Sam?!” Dean barked.

“Ten,” Sam muttered.

“I’m sorry,” Dean growled as he glanced at the man next to him. “Did you say TEN!”

“Could be more,” Sam sighed, as he adjusted his small ponytail. “The intel changes every couple of weeks.” He pulled out his phone and began talking to someone on the other end, “Listen I need a dossier 1489672. The wolf pack.”

Dean focused on following Amaya as she turned into a dirt road and stopped by the entrance to a small beaten path; it was already sending Dean red flags as she grabbed her gun and began walking down it.

“Let’s go,” Dean rushed towards the trunk and popped it open.

Digging into the trunk, he was thankful to recognize the silver bullets and his own Colt M1911A1.

“Oh hello beautiful,” Dean whispered as he kissed it. “Lets gank some monsters sweetheart.”

“Gank?” Sam scoffed as he looked at Dean. “God, could you be even more of a roughneck?”

“At least I don’t look like someone's submissive bitch,” Dean chuckled. “Let me guess, you love it when someone pulls on your little pony tail there.”

"Please," he gave a huff. "If anything I'm the dom. Girls choke on my cock and they gush just thinking about it," he gave Dean a smug smile.

“One, no, don’t need to think about my brother like that,” Dean held up his hand. “And B, if anything I’m the one that can make girls scream and gush in their panties. Not you.”

“Want to bet on it?” Sam chuckled.

“I-” Dean opened and closed his mouth. He thought about it for a moment before shaking his head, “No, no way. I mean besides, I would totally win,” Dean huffed. “But no, that’s just weird.”

Before Sam could answer, a howl and the familiar sound of gunshots firing echoed in the distance. The brothers turned towards the sound as Dean closed the trunk and made their way towards the sound. He could see different figures running towards the east: they were chasing someone.

“MAYA!” Dean yelled as he made his way towards the group. Lifting his gun, he aimed at the nearest wolf and aimed for the heart with a clean shot.

For the next few wolves, he and Sam took them out without a problem until he reached where the wolf had chased Amaya down towards a creek. Dean didn’t listen to Sam as he rushed towards her. Dean rushed forward and pushed one of the wolves out of the way before shooting it square in the heart. Noticing Amaya’s bleeding arm, he rushed to her and shielded her from another attack.

“What are you doing here?” Amaya barked as she aimed and shot at a wolf.

“Saving your ass, sweetheart,” Dean said as he turned and began taking down wolves.

“I didn’t need saving from you!” Amaya returned as she shot at a wolf.

“Your arm says otherwise, sweetheart!” Dean pointed out as he shot at another wolf. “Where the fuck are these guys coming from, Purgatory?”

“It’s one of the last pure pacs!” Amaya growled as she reloaded her gun.

“And you thought that hunting them on your own was a good idea?" Dean growled as he killed what seemed like the last one.

“I was handling it just fine!” Amaya hissed as she pushed Dean down and shot at a wolf coming towards them.

“Keep denying that you got clawed, Maya,” Dean gritted out as he turned at her after the last wolf went down. “Let’s go,” Dean took her by her good arm and dragged her towards Sam.

“Are you out of your ever loving mind!” Sam screeched. “What if you would have been bitten? Or killed?!”

“So what!” Amaya hissed. “I was supposed to get married today! Instead I broke my engagement and Dean isn’t even really here!”

“I know why you broke the engagement Maya,” Sam sighed. “You think you can’t give him a family. But I have a feeling you’re wrong.”

“I’m not wrong, Samuel!” Amaya sneered. “Besides, he would have tried to get us married but here we are. And I can guarantee that by the time this is fixed, I’ll be in London and he can forget about me. He can find someone who can make him happy, someone who he won’t have to regret loving.”

Dean shook his head as he continued to drag Amaya back to the car, “Sam, you drive her bike to the motel and grab her stuff, I’ll take her back to the bunker.”

“You can’t--” Amaya began but the look Dean gave her made her close her mouth.

The ride back to the bunker was silent with Sam riding Amaya’s bike back. Dean glanced over at the woman who looked just like the one he cared for back home; the last thing he needed was to see her counterpart die because he couldn’t protect her. He only hoped that his own double was doing everything in his power to keep his Amaya safe and sound.

“Okay, turn here,” Amaya directed Dean to their destination.

“Tell me again why you’re not driving?” Dean asked, annoyed as he followed her directions.

“Because, Dean is extremely, extremely protective of this car. He has never, ever, let me drive it,” she explained, sitting back and closing her eyes.

“But what happens if you’re the only one that can drive the Impala?” Dean asked as he parked the car in front of what looked like a lake.

“Not even then,” Amaya chuckled. “He would make me take care of Sam while he would drive us all back to the motel or a friend’s lodge.”

Dean followed Amaya as she got out and grabbed a bag from the trunk. She wouldn’t tell him what it was and he was curious as to why she would bring him here. He continued to observe her as she grabbed a blanket and laid it on top of Baby’s hood.

“What are you doing?” he asked curiously.

“I come here when I need a place to sort myself out,” she breathed. “I don’t show a lot of emotion in front of Dean because… well, he needs a rock to be there for him.”

“Huh,” Dean let out with a smile. “It’s the same for Amaya and me,” he said as he watched her bring out a bottle of bourbon and two plastic cups. “I mean, she’s more emotional. Tries to hold it in and be strong, but--” Dean clicked his tongue and sighed. “Eventually it comes bottling out. I love how strong she is, and over the years, I taught her to open up a bit.”

“Well,” Amaya sighed. “She is a woman. We tend to be a bit more emotional if that helps. I mean, Dean,” she let out a chuckle, “Dean is the textbook definition of macho.” She took a sip of bourbon after pouring it into the cup and passed Dean the bottle.

Dean simply nodded as he let Amaya continue to talk.

“I mean, John raised him and Sam as hunters. Moving from motel to motel. Military upbringing, no fun or leisure time,” she said as she took a sip of bourbon. “I know Dean would bust my chops for being a happy go lucky kid, but I knew he appreciated it when I got him to have fun. Even if John would yell at him for it, I know he had a good time because Sam had a good time.”

“What if Sam wasn’t there?” Dean asked as he looked at the woman whose face was the same as the one he loved. “I mean, Sam couldn’t have been there all the time.”

Amaya let out a small laugh as she placed some loose strands of hair behind her ear, “Oh he would put on this sourpuss face and complain the whole way through.” She looked up at the stars that began to poke out of the night sky, “But, when we would go to sleep, I know he would wait until I fell asleep to tell me he had a great time.” She took in a shaky breath, “I am so angry at him right now, but at the same time I just want him to come home. And it doesn’t really help that you have his face.”

Dean let out a small scoff and finished the last sip of bourbon, “I need to get home.” He grabbed the bottle and poured more into his cup, “I need to prove to Amaya that I want to marry her… We were supposed to get married today.”

Amaya stayed silent as she watched him.

“We had everything ready. Every last detail was planned out, perfect in every way. We had lilacs, and lavender sprigs for the bouquets. Everything around us would be accented in purple.”

“Let me guess,” Amaya let out a chuckle as she waved a few strands of her hair in front of him. “Her favorite color?”

Dean couldn’t help but laugh as he let out a small sniffle, “Yeah.” he confirmed. “I wish so much that I could let her know that I love her. That what happened with Lisa was nothing but the witches messing with us to tear us apart.”

“I’m sure we can figure something out,” Amaya assured him. “I know she loves you. And from what you told me when we got back,” she let out a small breath, “it sounds like she was raised the same way Dean and Sam were. That sounds like she’s scared of being abandoned if what you said about the version of my dad in your world is true.”

“Yeah,” Dean confirmed. “I always found a way to work through her fear of abandonment. But this--” he motioned around him, “this only solidified her belief that we were not meant to be when I know for a fact, it’s not true. I can feel it in my bones that we are perfect for each other.”

Amaya nodded, “That’s something nice to have.”

“Don’t you feel it? For your Dean?” he asked. “Don’t you feel it in the fiber of your being that he belongs to you?”

“Of course I feel it!” Amaya spat. “ I feel it every time he would flirt with women at the bar. Every time he took them back to the motel room. I could feel it when their screams filtered through the damn walls!”

She pushed off of Baby and walked to the lake's edge before turning around to face the man from another world who was the exact copy of the man she loved.

“Everytime I fell in bed with him I felt it!” she croaked. “Every touch, every time we fucked, for lack of a better word, made my skin tingle, heart ache, and my body crave him more and more,” she let out a shaky breath licking her lips. “But he doesn’t feel the same. He will never feel the same. And if he does, I am not going to wait around for him to admit it!” by now she was seething with anger.

Dean stood there, looking at the copy of the woman he loved; a woman who looked heart broken. A woman who deserved to be showered with love, because she was willing to give it. He wanted nothing more than to find a way to face his clone in this world and beat some sense into him. He could see the tears running down her face in the moonlight, and he waited for her to finish letting go of the anger she felt.

“When we fix this,” she huffed and licked her lips. “The minute he gets back, I’m leaving the bunker. I was better off on my own anyways.”

Dean said nothing as he looked at her. He gave a simple nod of understanding, hoping that his counterpart could fix what he was about to lose.

Dean helped Amaya to the infirmary once they arrived back at the bunker. His jaw was clenched in anger as he thought about everything that could have gone wrong. Didn't she realize that she could have died? Couldn’t she see that it would have hurt him? At the very least his counterpart would have most likely gone insane with grief.

“You must be the most selfish person I have ever met,” Dean growled.

“Selfish? Who in the fuck are you to call me selfish, you other world wannabe!” Amaya hissed.

“Did you even stop to think about how he would have felt when he came back and you were gone?!” Dean spat, as he stopped them just before the reached infirmary and pinned her against the wall, “Do you even care that one of the biggest fears I have is Amaya, my Amaya, dying because of me? Dying because of a stupid mistake I’ve made? Do you not understand that from the way everyone here talks to me thinking I’m your Dean that he wouldn’t be happy that you are gone?!”

“What do you care?!”

“I care because you have her face!” Dean said through clenched teeth. “I care because the last thing I need is her uptight, ragged ass, thinks she’s tough shit, cheap copy dying because she has a death wish!”

Amaya raised her eyebrow at him, her brown eyes boring right into his green ones. She could see it, deep in there. He loved the Amaya from his world. And it was killing him to see her, an exact copy. She could see it in the way he tried to avoid looking at her. She didn't know what came over her, but she let out a snort.

“Wow,” she tsked. “For someone who says he doesn’t love her, you really go through a lot of trouble to protect her like you do.”

Dean’s back straightened a bit as he looked at her, “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” He loosened his grip on her as he shook his head, “She’s a friend, who occasionally I let into my bed. Who occasionally I help relieve stress with because hunting in our world is a bitch.”

“Favorite color?” Amaya asked quickly.

“Purple.”

“Music?”

“Depends on the situation, she can rock out with the best of them, but she loves to listen to latin and pop music from time to time, which I think is lame.”

“Movie?”

“All Saints Day with the occasional Romcom bullshit like How To Lose a Guy in Ten Days.”

“What light do her eyes sparkle best in?”

“Moon light, just after a hunt and it’s night time sometimes the light hits her just right and I catch her looking and--- what the fuck are you doing?!”

“Rapid fire questioning,” Amaya said matter of factly. “Asked questions quickly to--”

“I know what it is!” Dean huffed. “That doesn’t prove anything! It only proves that I am a good friend and --”

“Best way to make her cum?” Amaya fired.

“There is a spot just under her ear-- would you stop that!” Dean hissed. “You’re trying to distract me from the fact that you want to die!”

“I do not!” Amaya countered. “I am a capable hunter and I had that wolf pack handled.”

“You tell me that gash on your arm is something you’re okay with, sweetheart?” Dean said as he crossed his arms across his chest. “How could you think that this was okay? How can you want to go out there so recklessly? What the fuck were you thinking?”

“Says the man living in denial. God, how long are you going to lie to yourself? How long are you going to tell yourself that you don’t love the other version of me? Look at me and tell me to my face that you don’t love her!”

Dean licked his lips as he closed his eyes. He opened them and focused on the spot right between her nose but just enough to make it look like he was staring her in her eyes.

“I don’t love her,” Dean growled. “She is a friend. She knows that. She knew what our benefits were. She’s not stupid enough to fall in love with me. So you can think what you want, but I don’t love her.”

Amaya nodded and pushed him away from her, heading to the infirmary doors.

“You know,” she said, pausing to take one last look at him, “if that’s how you really feel. Then I guess when you get back and she leaves, it would be the best thing. Since you won’t actually have to see her die, if she’s far away from you.”

With that, Amaya opened the door and made her way to Eileen, leaving Dean alone with the words she spoke echoing around him.

Chapter 15

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Getting Back To You 9 - Those Who Hunt Together

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Amaya Campos (Original Female Character) , AU Dean Winchester x AU Amaya Campos

Warnings: Language, Violence, Smut, Fluff, Angst

Word Count For Series: 100K+ words

Beta: @superfanficnatural and @emoryhemsworth and @jensengirl83

Book Cover by @talesmaniac89

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Sam and Dean entered the bar just in time to see Amaya already downing a few shots. Dean took in her demeanor. He could see the pain she was in. The way she tried to make herself forget all about his counterpart. Jason had returned to her side and was whispering in her ear. Dean felt his blood boil at the thought of another man talking to Amaya. But he closed his eyes and shook the thought out of his head. This wasn’t his world. He reminded himself. That wasn’t his Amaya.

“Dean?”

Sam’s voice interrupted his thoughts.

“Sorry,” Dean cleared his throat. “Let’s get something to drink.”

They made their way to the counter and stood next to Amaya.

“What do you see in Jason, anyways?” Dean whispered in her ear, making her jump.

“Jason is a good hunting partner,” Amaya shrugged. “Besides, he’s been asking me out for years, and I put it off. So, I figured now would be a good time to just go with the flow.”

“He’s asked you out before?” Sam asked. This was clearly the first time he had heard of it.

Amaya let out an exasperated sigh, “Yes, Sam, he has. I’m sorry if I’m not as good looking as the girls you and your brother fuck. Clearly, I’m just a one night stand material, right?” Amaya sank back her shot of whiskey and slammed the glass down. “Excuse me, I’m going to find Jason,” she growled.

“Amaya, I didn’t mean--” Sam had begun, but it was too late. Amaya walked off, leaving Dean and Sam alone at the bar.

“Really, Sam? Did you have to just pour salt on her open wound like that?” Dean glared at him.

“I-- I didn’t… It’s not my fault that Dean is a coward who can't man up to confess his feelings!” Sam sighed as he placed his head on the countertop.

Dean rubbed at his temples and sighed, “Yeah, your brother seems to be a real peach.” He looked around and smiled when he found a jukebox. “Does Amaya like to dance?”

“Yeah, my brother says he doesn't, but he will when she drags him.” Sam let out a laugh. “He is always soft when it comes to her. And I hate that he pushes her away.”

“Well, I’m going to be right back.” Dean walked over to the jukebox and filtered through the songs until he found the perfect one.

Once the melody began, he scoped around the room for Amaya. He frowned when he saw Jason taking her to the middle of the dance floor and leading her in a dance.

Every time we have to say goodbye

I'm counting down until we say hello

Every touch is like the strongest drug

I don't know how much longer I can go

I never had something that I can't walk away from

But, girl, my self-control's so paralyzed

When it comes to you, no, I ain't got no patience

There's something 'bout you girl I just can't fight

Dean frowned as Jason held on to Amaya’s waist. He had to keep reminding himself that this wasn’t his Amaya. But his brain couldn’t seem to tell the difference. The way her hair flowed down her shoulders, the sparkle in her eyes, the way she laughed. It all sent a shockwave to his heart. He reminded himself that whatever the witches had planned, it had to do with keeping Dean and Amaya apart. Well, he knew he wasn’t going to let that happen.

Amaya could feel eyes on her as she and Jason danced. One small glance and her heart seemed to stop as the pair of green eyes looked at her. Her breath caught in her throat at how the dim lighting in the bar just made him look handsome. Not that he wasn't before, but there was something about Dean that always seemed to pull her back in.

She had to remind herself that no matter how much he looked like Dean, he wasn’t HER Dean. Her Dean can’t speak a lick of Spanish to save his life unless he’s watching a telenovela. Her Dean didn’t look at her with love in his eyes, well, at least she never saw him do it often. Her Dean always fought back against her sass and always tried to get the last word in. In fact, her Dean didn’t listen to country music. And her Dean would definitely not be walking towards her like this other Dean was right now.

You're like that cigarette

That shot of 100 proof

No matter how much I get

I'm always craving

That feeling when we kiss

The way your body moves

No matter how much I get

I'm always craving you

Craving you

Dean tapped on Jason’s shoulder and cleared his throat. “Mind if I cut in?”

“You dance, Winchester?” Jason teased. “Never knew you to move around the floor.”

“I try not to outshine the guys that can’t get a date,” Dean said as he gave him a devilish smirk. “I mean, look at me,” Dean put on an arrogant facade. “I’m adorable.”

“As a porcupine,” Amaya snorted.

“Aw, come on, sweetheart,” Dean took her from Jason and pulled her close to him. “You scared I’m going to step on your toes?”

“More like drop me on my head,” Amaya breathed, giving him a glare. “What do you think you’re doing?” she hissed as she leaned into his ear.

“Playing the part,” Dean said cooly as he took her around the small dance floor.

All the in-between is killing me

You know I come unglued from missing you

Sunset eyes, no, I don't have to try

Because you know exactly what to do

I never had something that I can't walk away from (walk away from)

But, girl, my self-control's so paralyzed

When it comes to you, no, I ain't got no patience (I ain't got no patience)

There's something 'bout you I just can't fight

Amaya huffed in annoyance, “Playing the part, is sitting at the bar with Sam drinking about three to four glasses of whiskey before switching to beer and looking for a one night stand.”

“Well, this Dean,” Dean said as he looked into her brown eyes. “Is trying to make sure you and the other Dean don’t do anything stupid.” He smiled. “I can tell you are conflicted with your feelings for him, Amaya. Si sigues negando tus sentimientos, terminarás con un corazón roto.” ( If you keep denying your feelings, you are going to end up with a broken heart.)

“¿Y si mi corazón ya está roto? ¿y entonces que? ¿Espero que el se saque la cabeza del culo? " (And what if my heart is already broken? and then what? I wait for him to take his head out of his ass?) She whispered.

“Then you make him see what he’s missing out,” Dean spun her around as they two-stepped along the dance floor. “Don’t give up on him. Be angry with him. Call him out on his bullshit. If you are anything like my Amaya, knock him on his ass and show him who’s boss.”

You're like that cigarette

That shot of 100 proof

No matter how much I get

I'm always craving

That feeling when we kiss

The way your body moves

No matter how much I get

I'm always craving you

Craving you

Amaya let his words sink in as he led her around the room with the other couples. He could feel her relax in his arms and smiled. He was breaking the ice she had started to encase around her heart. Dean and Amaya stayed silent, the music surrounding them as it continued to play.

Every time we have to say goodbye

I'm counting down until we say hello

Every touch is like the strongest drug

I don't know how much longer I can go

“I didn't realize Dean had a thing for her,” Jason said as he slid next to Sam and took a sip of his beer.

“You know, Dean,” Sam chuckled. “Usually waits till he realizes he’s going to lose someone to react.”

“See, now that’s a damn shame,” Jason chuckled. “Because I love competition. And I have been looking at Amaya for a few years now.”

“Really?” Sam asked as he raised an eyebrow at Jason. “You want to what? Make this a competition?”

“I’m sure Dean would say he’s in,” Jason shrugged.

You're like that cigarette

That shot of 100 proof

No matter how much I get

I'm always craving

That feeling when we kiss

The way your body moves

No matter how much I get

I'm always craving you, yeah

Craving you

Sam turned to Jason, as there was something that didn’t sit right with him. “Do you really like Amaya? Or are you trying to one up Dean?” Sam scoffed.

“What if I am? Dean can’t get all the hot girls to himself.” Jason shrugged. “Besides, she is a very hot piece of hunter ass. She knows the risks and can lay anyone flat. I’d love to see how she’d do in the bedroom, you know?”

“So, you just want her as a prize?” Sam reiterated.

“Huh? No! Not like that. I mean, she is a prize but,” Jason sighed. “Dean doesn’t know what he is missing. And he really is ready to cut her loose.”

Craving you (I'm craving you baby)

I'm craving you

I'm craving you babe

As the last notes of the song faded, Dean and Amaya stood still. Her brown eyes were staring into his green ones. The familiar green ones that haunted her dreams whenever she was on a hunt alone. But there was something else. They were missing the experience that she knew Dean had. The harshness of what the Universe had dealt him. There was a warmth in his eyes, a warmth she knew her Dean would hide away deep in the recesses of his mind. She had only seen it after they had finished fucking. No matter how rough it was, there was always that moment of tenderness where she could see it peek through before he shut it away.

Amaya cleared her throat before pulling away from Dean, “Thanks for the dance.”

“Amaya,” Dean held on to her hand, his voice a whisper to her ears. “No tengas miedo de hacerle saber cómo te sientes acerca de él. Y si tienes que dejarlo para que se dé cuenta. Dale un pequeño susto. Debería ponerlo en marcha.” (Don't be scared to let him know how you feel about him. And if you have to leave him for him to realize it. Give him a small scare. It should get him going.)

“I’m going to call it a night,” She whispered. “It’s not as easy as you think it is. And unfortunately…” she took in a deep breath. “If I leave, I don’t think I’ll come back.”

Dean let go of her hand and watched her walk up to Jason and Sam. He thought back to his Amaya and what happened. How she had kicked him out and how he is stuck in another world, with a woman who looks exactly like the woman he loves.

At the large table inside the restaurant, Dean shifted in his seat. Millie Winchester took it upon herself to sit Dean right next to Sam with Amaya sitting to his right.

“So Dean,” Samuel spoke up as he cut into his steak. “What’s this nonsense I hear about the wedding being off?” he gave Dean a pointed look.

“I--” Dean had begun.

“It is,” Amaya spoke up. “This will be the last family dinner I join as I will no longer be family.”

“Amaya--” Dean started again but was cut off.

“I think that’s ridiculous,” Deana spoke up as she cut into her own meal. “You will always be family, Amaya. Even if Dean is suffering from an aneurysm.”

“Hey, I--” Dean tried again.

“Nana,” Sam sighed. “I think Dean and Amaya just have to talk and work out what has happened. Lisa has come forward and has said she was under a spell.”

Amaya let out a snort, “That didn’t stop Dean from continuing the kiss.” She turned to Sam. “You and I both know that if he wanted to really marry me, he would have done it years ago.”

“Can I--” Dean tried to interject.

“Shut up!” Sam and Amaya echoed as they glared at him.

Dean grabbed his glass of whiskey, sighed, and sat back. His mind was working on a way to get out of the situation. His jaw clenched as he heard Sam and Amaya bicker back and forth. The words they were spewing just made him feel worse about how he treated his Amaya back home.

“I think Dean was just getting cold feet,” John tried to interject. “Right, son?”

Dean stayed silent as he stared at the food on his plate. Everything he had gone through in his world replaying in his head. Finishing his drink, he placed the glass on the table. Closing his eyes, he clenched his fist and slammed it on the table.

“Will you both stop acting like I am not here!” He bellowed. “Sorry, I came to this stupid dinner anyways.” Dean ripped off his tie and stormed out to the terrace.

“What the fuck was that?”

Dean could tell it was Amaya. Even his Amaya’s voice went slightly higher than normal when she was pissed and cursed.

“It’s called ‘I wasn’t going to sit there while you berated someone who isn’t here to defend himself’.” Dean let out a scoff. “I already know I’m a goddamn mother fucking screw up. Trust me, I know.” He huffed. “I sold my soul to save my brother, and I broke open the first of the 66 seals to Lucifer’s cage when I was being tortured in hell.”

“You wha--” Amaya froze when he glared at her.

“Trust me, I’ve beaten myself up enough times as it is, and I don’t need a reminder.” He growled. “I’ve fought my own brother, leviathans, went through my own hell in purgatory, watched my brother try and sacrifice himself to close the gates to hell. Fuck, I’ve taken on the mark of Cain and was even a demon for a while. So trust me, lady, I know I’m a fuck up.” He let out a snort. “And worst of all,” -- he licked his lips -- “You stand there and judge me when all you’re doing is running away. You’re pushing. Well, I know better than anyone how to push people away. So you want to run off to London? Fine!”

Amaya stood there in silence, swallowing the lump in her throat. She could tell from looking into his eyes that he had been through a lot. But to hear it from him only made her feel guilty for treating him badly. Whatever world he came from, she wondered how her Dean was doing? From what little this Dean had said, she could only imagine the hell hole her Dean was going through.

Without another word, Dean walked back into the restaurant and cleared his throat.

“So, this is what’s going to happen.” He clapped his hands together before unbuttoning his shirt. “I’m going to go out solo hunting. Amaya is going to move to London, and that’s that.”

“What?!” Samuel and John said at the same time.

“Gentlemen, please,” Henry raised his hand. “Ketch from the London office called. But Amaya won’t be leaving for a few months. The school year needs to be finished out.”

John looked at his father, “You knew about this?”

“Ketch called me earlier this evening about the paperwork,” Henry said, cleaning his mouth with his napkin. “Now, Dean,” He turned to his grandson. “I think everything that has happened has taken a small toll on you. I know being the eldest has its hardships. I do expect you to take over after your father when I pass him the reigns.”

“Look, Gramps,” Dean ran a hand across his face. “I don’t--”

“Dean Winchester,” Henry’s voice was low and methodical. “You are going to listen to me very, very carefully.”

Dean swallowed the lump in his throat. There was something about the way Henry spoke to him that made him wonder if his life could have been like this. Dean watched Henry intently as he stood up and looked between himself and Amaya.

“You are going to hunt together,” Henry announced. “Amaya, I’m sure that Lady Beville will be able to take over your classes. Dean, I’m sure that Mick Davies wouldn’t mind covering for you until you have cleared your mind.”

Dean rolled his eyes, “Seriously?!” His voice dripped with annoyance. “She doesn’t want to be around me, and right now, I don’t think I want to be around her.” He spat.

“Dean!” Mary’s voice brought Dean’s eyes to look at her. “You don’t mean that.”

“I’m as serious as a heart attack, Ma,” Dean scoffed. “Maybe some time apart would be best.” He shot Amaya a snarl before grabbing what little he brought and walked out of the restaurant.

He ignored the calls for his name to turn around and come back. Pushing his way out of the doors, the cool crisp night air hit his face. Looking around, he kicked at the ground and let out a primal yell.

“You know,” the familiar voice caught his attention. “I can take my bike, and you can take the Impala. We don’t have to hunt together, you know. I’m sure you’re more than capable.”

Dean turned to see Amaya standing behind him. Her arms crossed as her hair flowed with the wind. The lump in his throat grew as she stood there. She looked so much like his Amaya that it started to hurt. Shaking the thought away, he gave a soft snort and shook his head.

“Whatever,” he grumbled.

“Come on,” She sighed as she stalked towards him and grabbed his arm. “I’ll take you to the bunker, and you can pack some of his things and grab the Impala.”

Dean broke away from her grip, “Why? Why are you doing this now?”

Amaya licked her lips as she looked for the words to say. “Look, you just helped get me out of something I think is a dead end.” She admitted. She brushed a stray tear before giving Dean a quick laugh. “Dean, my Dean, deserves so much more than someone broken like me.”

Dean nodded as her words sunk in. “So, you, me, and the open road?”

“Seems so,” Amaya said as she crossed her arms. “You game?”

“I’m always game, sweetheart,” Dean huffed as he followed her to her car.

Amaya drove them towards the apartment, first giving her time to grab her things as Dean waited in the car. All the while he thought about home, his home. Were they okay? Were Sam and Amaya looking for a way to bring him back home? His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Amaya entering the car.

“Let’s get you what you need,” she muttered.

“What about the dog?” Dean muttered.

“Zep will be fine,” Amaya sighed as she began driving towards the bunker. “Sam is going to take care of him. He’ll probably take Zep to live in the bunker while we’re gone.”

“Alright then,” Dean said as she made the turn towards the bunker.

Amaya sighed as she reached the bunker. The whole scene with Dean was creepy. It wasn’t even really Dean. She kept telling herself that. But he knew how to speak Spanish and dance, and he talked about what he was feeling. I mean, this was the kind of man she hoped Dean would be behind closed doors. She had given her Dean every opportunity to show her the side of him he kept hidden. But she knew he was too well guarded. And now, in comes his alternate self giving her what she always wanted, even if it was just for a small while. The universe was cruel. And she knew it would be. Loving Dean was like a curse. But it was a curse she was willing to risk.

Changing into a pair of sweats and a black crop top, she made her way back to the library to raid Dean’s whiskey. Grabbing one of the glass tumblers, she filled it about two fingers full. Taking a sip, she closed her eyes at the feel of the liquid, giving her the slight burn down her throat. She huffed when she heard the sound of the bunker door opening.

“Amaya?” Sam’s voice called out.

“Drinking my troubles away, Sam,” She called out.

Sam looked over at Dean, who stopped him from going any further.

“You know that’s not good if you want to go out on a hunt.”

She let out a scoff, "that never stopped Dean." Before she could continue, her phone made a small notification sound.

Pulling it out of her pocket, she glanced at it and finished her whiskey. Without another word, she made her way to her room and packed a bag.

“Maya?” Sam called out. “Everything okay?”

“Got wind of a hunt,” was all Amaya let out as she packed her saddle bags for her bike. “Going to be gone for a few days.”

“Where?” Sam wondered.

“Not telling you. You are not family.” she spat.

She regretted it the moment it left her mouth. She saw the pain in Sam’s eyes when she said it. But there was no turning back now. If she couldn’t fight with Dean, her Dean, then Sam would have to do. Making sure she had everything, she walked past Sam and out to the garage.

“That was a bitch thing to say,” the familiar voice that sent shivers down her spine called out.

“Not your problem,” she sighed. “The faster you two figure out how to get you home, the better.”

“Are you really going out on a hunt on your own?” Dean crossed his arms. He was studying her next move.

“What of it?” She began preparing her bike.

“Well,” Dean walked over towards her. “What if I went with you?”

Amaya let out a snort, “I don’t think so.”

“What? Why not? I can hunt,” Dean defended.

“Not our way,” Amaya countered. “You are used to your way, not our way. Things are different here, and you will just mess it up.”

“You don’t know that,” Dean said as he stood in front of her bike.

“Tell me,” Amaya leaned on the handlebars of her bike. “In your world, how do you start a case?”

“Well,” Dean cleared his throat. “We have a team that--” he paused when he noticed the look Amaya gave him. “What?”

“We don't have teams here,” Amaya sassed. “We use the internet, newspapers, our network of friends.” she counted off. “We don’t have any official way of getting our cases. We look for them, or they find us.”

“That’s not so different,” Dean scoffed. “We just have more organization. But a little hard work never hurt anyone.”

“Do you have different IDs for different scenarios?” Amaya asked as she finished packing her bike.

“Well…” Dean hesitated.

“I’ll take that as a no,” Amaya sighed. “I’m going. You stay here with Sam and learn the ropes, so you don’t get caught with your pants down.”

Dean stayed silent as he watched her. It made Amaya’s heart clench. She half expected a witty remark.

‘But I’m adorable with my pant’s down. Get’s all the ladies a good view of my package.’

She could imagine Dean saying it. But watching this Dean in front of her stay silent only frustrated her more. With a roll of her eyes, she climbed on the bike and turned on the ignition. Except, the bike seemed to stall. Raising an eyebrow, she tried to start it again but to no avail.

“What the fuck?” she muttered as she tried again.

When the bike didn’t roar to life, she climbed off and looked at the engine. She noticed something missing.

“Missing something?” Dean asked as he gave her a smug smile.

“What the fucking hell did you do to my bike, you dick?” She demanded.

“I mean,” Dean gave a small shrug. “It’s easy to take out spark plugs.”

Amaya let out a low growl as she walked towards Dean’s workbench, where he kept the spark plugs, only to find the box missing. She made a sharp turn and glared at Dean.

“Where are they?” she growled.

“Not telling,” Dean dismissed. “But…” he crossed over to her. “If you let me go with you.”

“No way in hell!” Amaya scoffed. “I can just use one of the other--” she froze when she noticed all the keys were gone. “You asshole.”

“I get what I want,” Dean shrugged.

“What you’re going to get is my foot up your ass,” Amaya challenged.

“That’s the fire I was waiting for,” Dean chuckled. “I knew that was in you.”

“Only because you are getting on my nerves,” Amaya grumbled.

“Come on,” Dean reasoned. “What do you have to lose?”

“You could die,” Amaya drawled.

“I’m not going to die,” Dean glanced behind Amaya at Sam, who was watching the conversation. “I know how to hunt. It might not be to the same caliber as you, but I know how to hunt.”

Amaya bit her lip. She was apprehensive, to say the least. But she could see that he was going to stop at nothing to go with her. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath to calm herself down.

“Fine,” she relented, looking at Dean. “But you get hurt because you don’t listen to me… that’s all on you.”

“Sounds fair.”

Amaya grabbed her bags and walked to the impala, ignoring the look Sam was giving her. Dean, on the other hand, walked over to Sam and smiled.

“I’ll talk to her,” He reassured Sam. “We can bond and hopefully find a solution to what’s going on.”

“I hope so,” Sam sighed. “I think since Dean isn’t here to be well… Dean, she’s feeling a bit out of place. I think she misses him but doesn’t want to admit how much.”

“I’ll get it out of her,” Dean assured him. “I’ll check in with you every chance I get.”

“Just…” Sam cleared his throat and glanced at the car. “Be careful with her.” He motioned to the car. “When we aren’t here in the bunker, it’s home.”

“I’ll treat her like a queen,” Dean said as he took the keys from Sam.

In the other universe, Dean ran his fingers along the hood of the sleek black car. He smiled at the feel of the cold metal on his fingertips. He was happy to see something familiar in this world. But when he climbed in, his breath caught in his throat. Baby’s dash was different. It looked to be upgraded with knobs and dials, all of which seemed to do something different.

“What the--” he let the rest of it hang as he tried to figure out what they did to Baby. “Baby, what did they do to you?”

“She is a fighting machine,” Amaya said as she slid in. “Do not touch any of the buttons unless I tell you to.”

“What did you guys do? Turn her into a spy car?” Dean sighed as he leaned back. “I mean, I know my baby is a badass, but… but… she’s supposed to be a classic.”

“And she is,” Amaya countered. “She’s a bad ass that can fight monsters.”

Dean couldn’t argue with that. He turned to Amaya and tilted his head.

“So…” he breathed. “How do you guys usually hunt here?”

“What do you mean?” Amaya sat back, waiting for him to start the car.

“I mean,” Dean ran a hand across his face. “How do you guys know what ‘missions’ to go on?” He asked. “Sam, Amaya, and I… we usually just search the internet for any deaths that are out of the ordinary or strange.”

“We do the same thing,” Amaya nodded. “But, we have a special team that does that. Once they pinpoint that it’s the real deal, they dispatch people like myself, Sam, and Dean to deal with the threat.”

“Okay,” Dean turned the ignition and glanced at Amaya. “How do you want to do this?”

“Well,” Amaya pulled out a case file. “I already got us one.”

“What do we got?” Dean asked as he began to pull out of the garage.

“Witches.”

“Awesome,” Dean grumbled. “That’s just awesome.”

Chapter 10

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