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mummybear · 5 years ago

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Strangers In The Night - Part 1 - A Dean Winchester Short Series

Warnings: Mentions of Death, Bleeding (not graphic), kind of smut, swearing... Think that’s it!

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, OC (Veronica)

Words: 7,124

Parings: Dean Winchester X OC

Summery: After loosing her entire family she is forced to run away. Giving up hunting and she gets a small house away from everything that she’d ever known. So what will happen when two guys show up in the middle of the night, in the rain and one is hurt. She quickly realises there is something so familiar about them both, but just can’t place it.

A/N: Let me know what you guys think! I’m excited about this series, as always feedback is welcomed. :) Enjoy!!

Hunting had always been her entire life, the only thing in this messed up world that she had ever been good at, in fact, it was almost the only thing that she had ever known. However, that all changed the night that her parents were killed.

Just over four months ago Veronica had lost her entire family, who were also extremely experienced hunters. Unfortunately, that was not always a good thing, because with reputation came the enemies.

All of their running over the past few years, it had all been for nothing. The inevitable had happened, as in that line of work, it always did. Nobody was ever really safe, they had of course been found, and Veronica wasn't altogether sure whether or not, she would have been better of dying alongside her family.

As she sat alone, surrounded by the silence, in her dimly lit small one-bedroom flat. She found herself struggling to wipe the memories of her father's dying words from her mind, as he lay choking on his blood in her arms. "R-Ronnie, you need to go. You have got t-to get out of here. They will be back any s-second, I need you safe baby g-girl, run! No more hunting, s-stay under the radar, stay h-hidden. I love you, m-my angel" he had whispered, his voice a broken whisper as his hand slipped from her cheek.

Veronica remembered the way she had sobbed over his body, feeling as he went limp in her arms. She hugged her knees close to her chest as she sat on the cold floor, sobbing quietly as she looked out of the window, with only a few visible stars for her to see.

A gentle knock sounded on her front door, startling her slightly, she glanced at the clock on the wall. Quickly wondering who would be knocking at the door at this hour, she got to her feet wiping her tears on her sleeves and grabbed her gun she kept in the kitchen.

Looking through the peephole in her door she noticed a figure, maybe two but whoever it was, was being hidden by the darkness. Fighting her instincts as the hunter she had been she carefully opened the door, making sure to keep the gun hidden behind her back as she did so.

Opening the door carefully she was surprised to find it was raining, something which she had missed while gazing out of the window before. Veronica turned the light on beside the door, casting light over the faces in front of her, where she was a met by two men on hesitantly smiling at her as he held up his friend.

"Can I help you?" she asked carefully, unable to hide the edge to her voice.

"I'm sorry, I know it's late. I didn't know what to do, this is the first house I've seen" the man swallowed roughly before continuing, "A car ran us off the road, I didn't know what else to do my brother was hurt and I couldn't get any signal" the man explained in a rush, Veronica sighed, feeling bad for the man and his brother, even if she may regret it very soon.

Subtly she tucked the gun into the waistband of her sweatpants, stepping off to the side slightly to let him pass. "I'm so sorry. That's horrible, of course, come in" she replied, hauling his brother's arm over her shoulder and they both helped him over to the sofa.

"Thank you. I promise we will be gone by morning" the man swore, holding out his hand to her. "The names Dean" he smiled, she returned the smile a little uneasily, as she propped his brother up with a few more pillows.

She looked down at his hand and stumbled backwards, Dean looked at her in surprise. Quickly holding his hands up as though he was surrendering. "I, uh crap. I'm sorry, I guess I'm still a little jumpy. Not many people out here" she swallowed nervously, awkwardly stepping back towards him holding out her trembling hand, "I'm Veronica" she answers quietly, as he takes her hand carefully in his large one.

"Are you sure this is okay, we can go," Dean asked hesitantly, noticing the look on the poor woman's face.

"No, it's okay. I'm sorry if I freaked you out. Look there's nowhere for miles, I would take you guys to the hospital, but my cars at the shop" Veronica sighed, quickly realising she was still holding the man's hand.

"Thank you, sweetheart, if there is anything we can do to help. Please just let us know" Dean replied, following her gaze down to their hands. "Sorry" Dean blushed quickly releasing her hand and stepping back slightly.

Veronica shrugged, "It's okay, wasn't just you. Did you want a drink? Guess I forgot how to be normal" she laughed a little heading over and grabbing Dean a fresh towel from the basket.

Luckily his brother had remained impressively dry while Dean made his way to her house Dean, however, he hadn't been so lucky, he was completely soaked through. I'll take a beer since you're offering" Dean smiled warmly, thanking her when she handed him the warm fluffy towel.

"No problem" Veronica smiled handing him the drink, disappearing again and quickly returning with two t-shirts and two sweatpants. "Here you should change, otherwise you'll be shivering all night," Veronica said handing the clothes over to Dean. She noticed the look on his face and rushed to explain, even if he didn't think she was a murderer she wanted to clarify. "They belonged to an ex, sorry I just, I dunno, they're clean I swear. You don't have to wear them, I got some for your brother too if he wakes up soon, I mean when..." Dean stopped her with gentle hands on her shoulders, before she continues to work herself up further, not missing as a bright red blush started to cover her face.

"Woah, you're okay. Thank you, I do appreciate it. You've already done way more than enough. Where's the bathroom, I'll change before I soak your floor more than I have already" Dean smiled gently taking the clothes from her hand.

Veronica sighed in relief barely returning his smile, she was completely mortified but she showed him to the bathroom regardless.

Making her way back to the living room/kitchen she made herself a cup of coffee, turning towards the sofa when she heard a groaning noise. Putting her cup down, she carefully made her way over to the sofa where the giant of a man lay.

Before she knew what was happening the man had jumped up off of the sofa and started stalking towards her, he didn't seem like he was with it at all. His eyes were glassy, his movements a little stiff, maybe he was sleepwalking. She didn't know what was happening to her, she had completely frozen on the spot, staring at the man in front of her. Her mind was telling to scream for Dean, but nothing was working and for the first time in a long time she was terrified.

She stumbled back a little as the man got closer, knocking a glass vase on the floor when she did. Which seemed to snap everything all at once, she screamed loud and terrified as she stepped onto the now broken glass behind her, Dean came skidding into the room and his brother seemed to stumble himself a little, groaning louder than before and holding his head.

"Sammy?" Dean questioned nervously, holding up his hands as he carefully pushed himself between the pair, which was difficult with the little room remaining.

"Dean?" Sam questioned confusion, still heavy all over his face.

"Yeah, it's me. Do me a favour okay, take a few steps back buddy, you're kinda freaking out our host" Dean said calmly, walking over to Sam and helping him sit down.

"I don't understand, what happened?" Sam muttered as Dean helped him lay back down.

"Don't worry, get some rest. I'll explain in the morning" Dean assured him, patting his shoulder as he covered Sam back up.

Dean awkwardly turned back around to look at Veronica, feeling completely terrible about his oaf of a brother terrifying the poor girl. That's when he noticed the pool of blood around Veronica's feet, "Oh, son of a bitch. I am so sorry" Dean whispered worriedly, she looked ashen-faced and she was practically trembling.

"Veronica? You still with me sweetheart?" Dean asked gently, as he carefully walked towards her, but from what he could see she wasn't even registering he was there.

Suddenly she lashed out at him with her fist, as tears started to roll down her face, "Stay back! Get away from me!" she sobbed keeping her fists poised for an attack.

Dean threw up his hands, stepping back from her a little to give her some room, "I swear I'm not gonna hurt you, I'm sorry about my brother, that's not him. Look have you got any first aid in the house?" Dean asked carefully taking one step forward. She didn't move or speak and Dean sighed quietly, "Look, Sammy was in a bad accident, we were on our way back from the hospital when we were hit. So he's a little, off. But you're hurt, I can help you, only If you want and only if you let me" Dean said calmly but simply.

"I'm fine, don't need any help" she replied shortly, as she attempted to step back Dean practically jumped forward, her scream ripped through the room as Dean caught her.

Finally, Veronica looked down at the ground once Dean carefully placed her on the kitchen counter. "First aid?" Dean asked simply, trying not to smile at the look of confusion and disbelief on her face.

"B-Bathroom cabinet, just down the hall" she stuttered in reply, not meeting his gaze, simply looking down at her blood-soaked feet as he left.

"You wanna know why you didn't feel anything, huh?" Dean questioned tipping her chin up with his finger, their eyes meeting as he did so. She just simply nodded looking a little dumbfounded. "It's mostly to do with your adrenaline kicking into overdrive, but honestly, it looked like you kinda went somewhere for a minute there" Dean explained, grabbing the items he needed from the first aid box, watching as she just nodded again.

"So, where do you guys live?" Veronica asked, trying to distract herself from what she knew was about to come.

Dean stalled a little as he dropped down onto his knees in front of her, "Here and there" Dean answered vaguely, causing Veronica to frown at the answer.

"Dean, come on. Help a girl out, I'm trying to distract myself here" she sighed feeling a little helpless as he gently took one of her feet in his hands.

"Fair enough. Guess I at least owe you a distraction. Lawrence Kansas, we've got a place together there" Dean explained still not in too much detail. The less she knew the better.

"Any other family?" she asked with a wince as Dean pulled a rather large shard of glass from the heel of her foot. Jumping forward a little she almost fell off of the counter but caught herself on Dean's shoulders, her nails sinking into the soft t-shirt he was wearing.

"Steady there Rambo, might wanna watch those nails of yours too" Dean laughed, winking at her as he helped her to sit back properly before he continued, she smiled down at him despite herself, "No not anymore, just my little brother" Dean chuckled briefly looking over at the lump on the sofa behind them. "How about you?" Dean questioned, trying to keep the conversation flowing.

"Nope, just me. They're all gone, mom, brother and dad. All on my own." Veronica stated sadly, pushing back her tears that were easily pulled to the surface.

"Shit, I'm sorry Veronica. How long?" he asked, though he was sure he knew that it hadn't been that long at all.

Veronica swallowed the lump in her throat, completely forgetting about the glass currently being removed from her foot, a humourless laugh left her lips before she finally answered him, "No, not long at all. They were all killed, someone from our past found us. Long story short, they died, I didn't" she stated simply, as Dean wrapped her feet carefully in the soft bandages from the kit.

Dean looked up at her a little shocked but he nodded, knowing that he shouldn't ask any more about that one, at least not for a while. "There, all done," Dean said smiling awkwardly as he got to his feet.

Veronica grabbed his arm to stop him from leaving, Dean didn't move he simply looked at her waiting for her to ask whatever it was she was waiting for. "Thank you, Dean" she sighed, grateful for his help and for being able to talk to someone. Carefully leaning forward and surprising him when she pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek.

Dean swallowed hard, looking into her eyes and grabbed the tablets from the side, "Least I could do. My fault anyhow. Here, take these, they should help" he muttered distractedly, pressing the pills into her outstretched hand.

"Thanks" Veronica smiled, grabbing his beer from the side and taking a swig to wash down the pills. Dean edged closer taking the bottle from her, as she licked her lips he found himself looking away.

"Would you mind, helping me to bed?" Veronica asked quietly, Dean simply nodded wrapping an arm around her shoulders, while the other hooked under her legs. Feeling a little tired all of a sudden Veronica rested her head on Dean's shoulder, nuzzling into his neck she felt him shiver and swallow against her.

Veronica smiled sleepily, wrapping her arms around his neck, as if she wanted to pull him closer somehow, it was off though, she was feeling somehow comfortable around this man already.

As Dean laid her down on the bed, she tried to pull him with her keeping a tight hold on his neck, Dean chuckled at her groaning protest. "Stay, Dean" she muttered sleepily, Dean smiled down at her pulling the covers up over her.

The thought emerged that she reminded him of someone, he just couldn't place who it was as he handed her a large pillow she quickly snuggled into it.

Slowly backing out of the room Dean turned out the light, heading back over to the spare sofa beside Sam, who had changed at some point now wearing the clothes Veronica had brought them in. Locking the door Dean laid down on the sofa finally, doing his best to get comfortable, it didn't take him long to fall asleep.

Veronica woke up the next morning wincing at the pull and stretch in her feet, she groaned looking over at the bed beside her, sighing with relief that she didn't do something stupid.

She fought with herself to rid the clothes of last night from her body, once that was finally done Veronica grabbed her shorts and t-shirt from the end of the bed. The ones that she was supposed to wear for bed last night. A whimper left her throat when she finally let her feet lower onto the wood floor. Doing her best to ignore the pain, she awkwardly pushed her feet into her slippers.

After a few awkward stumbles, Veronica finally managed to get to her feet and shuffle over to her bedroom door. She listened for a moment, not hearing anything she finally stepped out into her living room. Where she was surprised to find both men were still there, but they were also still asleep.

Staying light on her feet as she could manage, she set about making them all some breakfast, nothing fancy just bacon sandwiches and coffee. Quickly becoming aware of the lack of glass, Dean must have cleaned it up after taking her to bed.

Leaving the bacon to cook she walked over to the sofa Dean was on, noticing that his covers had slipped off at some point, she carefully draped them over him again.

But before she could back away he grabbed her wrist, a little harsh at first until his eyes adjusted to the morning sun that burst through the window, then he let her go when he saw her. "Mornin' sweetheart" he groaned huskily, scrubbing a hand over his face.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. Just making some breakfast, you hungry?" she asked kindly, looking over at Sam who began to shift, she swallowed her nerves focusing back on Dean.

"God that smells good. You're awesome" Dean grinned, shifting on the sofa so that he was sitting.

Veronica rolled her eyes with a smile, not missing the messy hair he was sporting, of course, she would be lying to say she didn't like it. It even distracted her a little more than she would like to admit, shaking herself from her daydream, she remembered what she was going to say. "So, uh. Is a bacon sandwich okay with you? Well, with both of you?" Veronica asked nervously looking over at Sam again.

"Perfect" Dean grinned before following her eyes, to where she was looking nervously, landing on his brother. "Hey," Dean said quietly gently touching her arm, causing Veronica to finally look at him. "I swear he's a teddy bear. You have nothing to worry about at all" Dean promised, with a gentle squeeze of her arm before he let her go again.

Veronica nodded at Dean, visibly relaxing a little when Sam rolled back over again, not saying another word to Dean she headed back over to the hob. Finishing off the sandwich, Veronica handed Dean a fully loaded plate with a smile.

"Thanks, so how're the feet feeling?" Dean asked quietly, taking the plate from her, shifting a little on the sofa so she could sit beside him.

Shrugging Veronica Turned to face Dean, "Yeah, getting there. Thanks for cleaning up, and you know. Carrying me to bed last night" she smiled kindly, trying to hide the blush forming on her cheeks she ducked her head a little.

Dean chuckled just about managing to swallow his mouthful of food. "Least I could do" Dean smiled back.

"Crap, I completely forgot the guy from the garage is supposed to bringing my car back this morning, I should go change" Veronica frowned in annoyance at her wall clock.

"You gonna be okay? Need a hand with anything?" Dean mumbled around his mouthful of food, nodding at her feet.

Veronica almost choked on thin air, "Seriously Dean!" she laughed, pushing herself up onto her feet a little awkwardly.

Dean's eyes widened as he seemed to finally understand how that came across. "Shit! I, uh. Not what I meant, I swear" he muttered awkwardly. A thought seemed to cross his mind and he met her eyes, "Unless..." Dean smirked suggestively with a wink.

"Grab the door if he comes" she laughed walking away and did her best to ignore his comment.

As she walked gingerly into her bedroom, Veronica couldn't help but notice that her feet didn't feel altogether too bad, at least not as much as she expected.

She let her mind wander back to Dean as she closed her bedroom door, the thing that she found so strange was that he didn't feel like a stranger at all, but she couldn't figure out why.

Rummaging around her draws she found something acceptable to wear. Tossing her jeans and t-shirt on her bed she hobbled over to sit on the edge of the bed.

Leaving her jeans until last she swapped her PJ top for a plain red t-shirt and black bra. Sighing in annoyance for what was to come, she quickly and successfully tugged off her shorts and grabbed the jeans from beside her.

A squeak of pain left her lips when she thankfully managed to get the first leg in, however, she wasn't so lucky the second time around, as attempted to put the second leg through her covers slipped from the bed causing her to fall off the edge of the bed a loud squeal of surprise leaving her lips. "Oh, come on!" she groaned to herself, staring up at the ceiling.

To her surprise her door burst open seconds later, making her jump a little as the door swung open a little further it revealed a worried-looking Dean. "Well this is dignified" she huffed, tugging her duvet the rest of the way from the bed to cover herself.

"Doin' okay down there sweetheart?" Dean asked, leaning against the door frame with his arms folded, but she didn't miss the hint of a laugh in his voice.

Veronica rolled her eyes as she poked the top of her head out from under the duvet. "Just don't" she mumbled, although she was smiling if nothing else at the look on his face.

"Need some help now?" Dean laughed now, stepping into the room.

She looked up at him accepting defeat. "Please, but just shut your eyes okay," she told him shyly.

"Uh, yeah. Okay, sure" Dean replied nervously, as he helped her stand with her duvet still gripped tight around her.

She practically stumbled into his arms, falling over the duvet, as it slipped from her grasp Dean caught her easily, his grip tightened on her as she clung to him but he clamped his eyes closed.

"W-What do you need me to do?" Dean asked sounding a little nervous, Veronica made the mistake of looking up at him as he licked his lips. She swallowed hard, leaning on him with one hand on his shoulder.

Her other hand took his. Her eyes still on his face as she placed his hand on the more stubborn side of the jeans. "J-Just help me pull them up, okay" she practically whispered, voice practically dying towards the end of the sentence, as she watched him pull his full pink bottom lip between his teeth.

"Sure, I-I can do that" Dean replied his voice a little deeper than before. As he tugged her body practically jumped closer to him and she audibly squeaked.

"Thanks" she breathed letting go of him to do them up, Dean kept a firm grip on her waist as she did so. "You can look now" she muttered, still looking up at his face, as his eyes opened she felt her heart begin to hammer in her chest.

"How'd you get this?" Dean questioned, his voice a husky whisper as his thumb brushed across the scar on her chin.

The unexpected question caught her by surprise, his soft touch even more so. "I was probably 5, I was playing with my best friend in a junkyard. Slipped and cut it open on some metal sticking out of an old junker, he did always say I fell over my own feet" she revealed just as quietly, still looking up at him.

"Yeah, you never did listen, Ronnie" he murmured, hand moving to cup her jaw.

Her eyes went wide and she stumbled, pushing out of his grip. "Nobody calls me that. Not anymore" she practically growled, tears beginning to well in her eyes.

"I knew I recognised you. Just couldn't place you" Dean murmured, taking a step closer. But she wasn't letting him get close as she practically jumped backwards.

"You can't be here, you need to go" she panicked, her heart thumping hard in her chest. She was so stupid, how could she have let them in, how didn't she recognise them.

"Wait why? What is it?" Dean asked suddenly worried about her.

"It doesn't matter, I'll help you get to your car and get it fixed. After that you need to go, both of you" she rushed out, pushing past him and rushing into the living room.

"No wait R..." he tried but she turned to him so fast he almost fell back.

"I said do not fucking call me that!" Veronica all but screamed, her fist almost colliding with his face but Dean caught it, pulling her closer using that arm.

"Would you just calm the fuck down! Talk to me, what the hell is going on with you?" Dean questioned, worry lacing his tone as he grabbed her by the biceps and pulled her close.

Veronica stared up at him with wide shocked eyes, completely avoiding his gaze. "Veronica, please. I'm sorry. Just look at me" Dean breathed shakily, sighing gently when she slowly looked up at him.

Dean's grip on her arms relaxed a little when he noticed just how hard he had grabbed her. "I just can't do this Dean, you and Sam you can't be near me. It isn't safe" she whispered sadly, a tear slipping down her cheek.

"We can help. Whatever it is, we're staying. At least until you feel safe again" Dean answered, releasing one of her arms and cupping her cheek gently, wiping the lone tear from her cheek.

"No Dean, You can't, you don't understand" she muttered, becoming a little distracted by his lips when his tongue darted across them again.

"I don't care. I still remember the last day I saw you. We were down by the lake, sitting on that rock, the one where we first met. You were crying because we were leaving you again. Do you remember what I said to you?" Dean questioned his voice shaking a little, as his thumb continued to brush the now flowing tears from her cheek.

Veronica couldn't believe it was him, but there was nobody else in the world that knew this story, simply the two of them. She nodded quickly, her hand resting on his chest. "I was only fourteen, those few weeks that we could see each other every six months, they were my best days. Of course, I remember, you said that we would find each other again. That I would always be..." Veronica said her voice trialling off towards the end, as Dean edged close his hand moving from her arm to grip her hip.

"My girl, my dream that I never let come true" Dean finished her sentence, thumb brushing over her lips and Veronica could swear her heart was about to thump out of her chest. Their noses gently bumped against one another, breaths mingling and their bodies impossibly close.

Then suddenly there was a knock at the door, just about managing to snap them out of their trance. "I-I should get that" she breathed shakily, their lips almost touching.

"I uh, yeah. Okay, sure" Dean murmured, not making any move to let her go or move. Then again neither did she, she was transfixed by his eyes, terrified that if she took her eyes off of him again he would disappear. Then there was another knock, this one slightly more impatient.

"Go, it's okay. Not going anywhere" Dean smiled releasing her, she had almost forgotten why she had wanted him to in the first place.

Veronica smiled at Dean as she stepped back and answered the door, "Hey, all fixed?" she asked, gently wiping the forgotten tears from her face.

The young guy looked up at her with a frown, "Everything okay miss?" he asked, attempting to step inside.

"Woah, sad film. Get back please" she exclaimed pulling the door shut tighter beside her, so she was the only thing visible.

The guy just shrugged with a smile he handed her the keys, "Should do the job" he smirked, he was seriously creeping her out right now. As if Dean could sense something was wrong she felt him behind her, a hand slung across her shoulders, as he pulled her into the safety of his body.

"Didn't know you had a man?" the guy frowned as if he were being put out somewhat.

"Excuse me? Why the hell would you?" she question suspiciously, as Dean's grip tightened on her.

"Yeah well she does, so if that's everything you should leave" Dean muttered stiffly, his voice on its own practically a warning all of its own.

"No problem" the man grinned, stepping back and heading back over to his car. "Be seeing you, pretty girl" he winked climbing into his car, Veronica felt a shiver run up her spine, not like the one she felt when Dean winked at her, this one it made her blood run cold there was something very wrong with this guy.

Veronica felt as Dean stiffened beside her, his hands turning into fists, she quickly closed the door before Dean could do anything rash. "Well, there was something wrong with him" Veronica tried to joke, as Dean walked around her and headed over to Sam.

"Very wrong" Dean agree voice still holding a very stiff tone, Dean got down onto his knees beside his brother, "Sammy, you doin' okay?" Dean asked gently shaking his brother, Sam groaned and slapped at his hand.

"Okay, take it someone isn't ready to wake up then" Dean chuckled, getting back to his feet, "Hey, I was wondering could you give me a ride to my car?" Dean asked her, grabbing his coat and a pen and paper from the side. Quickly scribbling Sam a note he turned back to the side pocketing his car keys.

"Yeah, of course," Veronica replied slipping on her shoes. As they headed outside she made sure to double bolt her door, keeping Sam as safe as possible inside.

"Earth to Veronica!" Dean laughed, waving his hands in front of her face. She had faded out a little, staring worriedly at the door.

"Sorry, guess that guy just freaked me out. You sure we should leave Sam here?" she questioned, looking through her window at the lanky man sprawled across her largest sofa.

"We won't be gone too long, I can fix everything myself, nobody touches my baby except me. Besides Sammy can handle himself" Dean assured her, as she finally gave in and they headed over to her car, which still looked pretty beat up.

"Sounds like you" Veronica mumbled looking over at him with a small smile. "So where did you leave her?" she asked, a grin forming when she noticed the look on Dean's face. "Dude you called the car baby! I wasn't about to say it, you'd probably kill me" she laughed, Dean agreed. Quickly joining the laugh soon after.

"See this is the reason you're my best friend, you get me" Dean grinned, although he seemed to be joking around Veronica could hear he was serious, which made her smile.

As Veronica pulled out of her parking space, Dean began to direct her to where his car was.

As they came to final corner Dean told her to pull over, she did so but with a frown. "Dean, this is a bad area. We really should be careful" Veronica muttered quietly as he got out of the car.

Dean turned to her leaning on the roof of the car, looking down into the car at her. "You should stay here sweetheart, what with your feet. I promise I'll be careful. Just honk if you see anything off" Dean told her, careful not to worry her as he jogged the short distance to her car.

"Surprised you didn't say something else then" Veronica called half laughing as she watched him go.

"I won't lie wasn't easy!" Dean shouted back, connecting his car with hers so that they could tow it back to the house. Veronica laughed as she watched him work, somethings never changed.

Once the job was done Dean gave her the thumbs up, before jumping in the front seat and taking the handbrake off. They were both just thankful nobody had jumped out, the ride home was much quieter and stranger than Veronica had expected. It was like she was already used to having him beside her again.

Thankfully there were no problems with either car on the way back to the house, as they pulled up outside coming to a gentle stop Dean hopped out making quick work of disconnecting the cars once again. Veronica quickly pulled her car into the garage, leaving room for the impala in the driveway.

As the garage door closed behind her she watched Dean manoeuvre his baby into the parking space. "Need anything?" Veronica asked, rounding the car almost bumping into him as he pulled off his flannel, leaving him in just a tight black wife beater, she had to chew on her lip to stop herself reacting audibly to this one.

"I'm good thanks sweetheart" Dean smiled, grabbing a tool bag from the backseat, and she couldn't help but think how unfair it was that anyone's ass looked that good in jeans.

"Oh, okay cool. I'm just gonna go, you know. Check on Sam" Veronica muttered awkwardly, almost stumbling away from him not waiting for a reply.

Unbolting the door, she carefully stepped inside to find Sam sitting on the sofa with his head in his hands. "Hey, everything okay?" Veronica asked nervously, carefully making her way over to the sofa.

Sam looked up from the floor, a sad expression on his face. "I'm so sorry, I was out of it last night" he muttered worriedly, standing up with his hands up. Veronica smiled, remembering tiny Sammy, who used to follow his big brother everywhere.

"We should talk Sam" she smiled sitting on the sofa beside him, surprising him further, but he took a seat regardless.

"Where's Dean?" Sam questioned, sounding a little suspicious.

Veronica laughed at the look on his face, unable to help it, "Hey, he's good, I swear. Just took him to get his baby, he's just outside now" She assured him, visibly watching his entire body relax.

"Okay sorry again." Sam smiled, "So, I don't even know your name. What did you want to talk about?" he asked curiously, looking like a confused puppy.

"So this isn't the first time we've met. You were a hell of a lot smaller before. You might not remember, my name is Veronica" she revealed, watching Sam's face change for what felt like the tenth time in five minutes.

"No way. V?" Sam asked, his hands darting for hers. She grinned back at him, squeezing his hand as a tear ran down her cheek. "I'm listening," Sam said quickly, Veronica got comfortable as she explained everything to him, leaving out the part about how her parents died and the whole demon thing.

An hour or so had passed as she sat there with Sam, talking about the past and their shared days that Sam remembered anyway. "I should just go check on Dean, wanna come?" Veronica asked sweetly, gingerly standing from the sofa.

Sam stood with her and helped her steady herself. "You mind if I grab a shower, meet you out there?" Sam asked still smiling.

"Sure thing big guy, towels are in the bathroom. Guess you know where that is by now" she said pointing to the vague direction of the bathroom. Sam nodded in agreement, but she noticed the hint of bitch face. "Explain the face" she laughed, raising her eyebrows at him.

"Just, don't call me that" he laughed.

"Yeah but you are a big guy now!" she laughed back as Sam headed for the bathroom.

"Yeah, yeah!" Sam called back, she smiled rolling her eyes as she grabbed Dean a cold beer from the fridge. Heading outside she almost tripped down the step.

"Damn" she mumbled to herself, hoping he wouldn't hear her, but of course, as usual, he heard every damn thing she said when she didn't want him too. He was covered in grease and sweat and nobody had ever looked sexier.

"Can I help ya, sweetheart?" Dean laughed, turning to look at her, wiping his hands on his flannel. He ran a hand through his hair as he approached her with a smile.

Veronica's mouth was slightly hanging open and she knew it, but part of her didn't give a shit. "Sam's up, got you a beer" she mumbled distractedly, as he got closer.

"You're a lifesaver" Dean groaned happily, taking the drink from her hand. She watched transfixed, his lips wrapped around the neck of the bottle and he took a long glug of it, the stretch of his neck the muscles contracting as he swallowed, god she had to get away from this man he was about to be the death of her.

"Are you done. You know with the car?" she questioned trying to push away the shake in her voice, but she failed miserably.

Dean smirked pulled the bottle away from his mouth, placing it on the hood of the impala. "Why you miss me" he grinned advancing on her a smug look on his face.

"Yeah. I did" she replied surprising him. Also, it made her a little more confident, 'fuck it' she thought to herself, two can play at this game.

The look on her face made her smile. She stepped towards him, pressing her body tightly against his.

Reaching behind him she grabbed his bottle, keeping her eyes locked with his as she copied his earlier movements. Making a small change she slowed it down, she watched Dean swallow hard as her plump lips wrapped around the neck of the bottle, she tipped the bottle back inwardly sighing happily at the taste.

Placing bottle back behind him she made him bump into the car, she licked her lips clean of the beer and looked up at him, "You miss me?" she asked quietly.

"Yeah, every day" Dean replied, his voice completely changed, raw and rougher than she had heard it.

"Good" she smirked, "I'm ordering pizza. You hungry?" she asked glancing down for a moment, well that was a mistake she groaned to herself as she looked back up at him. Her confidence wavering for a moment, but Dean didn't seem to notice, he was still staring at her mouth.

"Oh yeah. I'm hungry" Dean replied sounding a little like a growl, there was that voice of his again, setting her every nerve on fire.

"Okay good" she muttered, swallowing around the lump in her throat as she back away from him, quickly heading inside in search of her phone.

Making the pizza order didn't take too long and Sam was soon out of the shower and swapping with Dean. Sam made sure to thank Veronica for the clean clothes. "Wanna pick a film, Sam?" Veronica asked handing him the remote, as she grabbed some more beer from the fridge and placed them on the coffee table.

"Sure" Sam smiled flicking through Netflix, suddenly there was a big bang from the bathroom, Veronica darted over to see what had happened without a second thought, with Sam hot on her heels.

"Dean!" Veronica shouted as she ran into the bathroom to investigate.

"Son of a bitch" Dean shouted as he was almost knocked out by the door, just about managing to jump out of the way in time.

Sam laughed when he quickly realised Dean had just been poking around and knocked a few things over, "Classy as always Dean!" Sam called already heading back to the sofa.

"Care to explain?" Veronica laughed folding her arms across her chest, doing her best to ignore the fact that Dean was standing in front of her in nothing but a towel, dripping wet as the steam still poured from his body.

"I-I well I was curious" Dean reasoned, shrugging when he noticed that she wasn't upset.

As much as she tried to ignore him, it was like ignoring a damn fire burning in front of her. "Fine, just cover up" she laughed, turning to leave, but Dean caught her arm just as the door closed behind her.

"You sure about that?" Dean asked his words dripping in sex, his breath fanning across her face, he smelled amazing, he was so close that she was finding it hard to breathe.

"No. Not really" She answered honestly, as Dean backed her up against the bathroom door. Veronica dared to let her eyes follow a bead of water as it ran down his body, disappearing into his towel. Swallowing hard she looked back up at him, "Want me to go?" she asked breathlessly.

"No. Not really" he replied, a hand cupping her cheek as his thumb ran over her bottom lip. Her heart was hammering a thousand times a second in her chest when their eyes met again. She let one of her shaking hands run up his body, resting over his heart not missing the tattoo but not paying much attention.

Her other hand ran up into his hair, as his hand did the same to her, tugging her hair gently so that their lips were a centimetre apart. "Need you, Dean" she breathed against his lips.

"You have no idea baby girl" Dean groaned, finally pressing his lips against hers. Veronica swore she could see stars and fireworks, the whole shebang. His lips were soft, perfectly covering hers as his tongue slipped between her lips. She didn't fight him, she let him lead the kiss.

Dean growled into her mouth as she hooked a leg over his hip, he fought to pull her impossibly closer. Doing his best not to fuck her against the door. Veronica moaned his name into his mouth, his hardness pressing against her rock hard even through his towel and her jeans.

Her nails dug into his scalp, as the hand that had once been cupping her jaw now roughly palmed at her ass, as he started to grind against her. Dean pulled back from the kiss to let her breathe, but he didn't stop, he wasn't sure that he could.

He was all teeth and tongue as he made his way along her jaw and down her neck, her head slammed back against the door as she panted heavily, unable to stop herself breathing his name like a chant.

"Guys, pizza's here!" Sam called from the living room, Veronica burst out laughing as Dean's forehead collided with the bathroom door.

"The man should be a god damn professional at this" he grumbled, placing soft kisses along her shoulder.

"What professional cock block" Veronica laughed, as Dean stepped back and pulled her in for another kiss, both hands cupping her cheeks. She gently pressed against his chest.

"We can talk later" she assured him, "I'll get changed" she laughed looking down at her soaked jeans.

"Okay, later" Dean grinned, smacking her ass as she left the room.

Oh yeah, they definitely had a lot to talk about now!

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