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The only problem with the end of summer was the night. Though tonight was rather picturesque with its full moon, bright stars, and chirping crickets, when the sun went down the nights got so much colder than the day. The mid to upper eighties that everyone enjoyed in the afternoon had plummeted. No, it wasn't frightfully cold, but cool enough to need a jacket. And as Dean continued to walk down the street in search of where ever in God's name Nicki had run off to, he muttered various colorful curses at her... and his lack of a jacket.

After Nicki had left in a fury, Dean had taken off after her on foot, but the few minutes he had spent talking to his brother had apparently been his downfall. When he headed out into the night, she was gone, almost like she had vanished. Dean knew this couldn't be the case, but, goddamn, if she hadn't taken off in a dead sprint from the house and wasn't fucking fast too! Somewhere in Dean's head, he wished she had worn heels instead of black flats because at least then he might have caught up to her faster, but no! He had to be the one to find the fucking track star, in the middle of the fucking night, because she fucking freaked out and he had no idea where she fucking went!

Dean gave a mental sigh and thought that maybe he should just turn around and head back to the house. Maybe Audrey was right and he should just let her come back on her own. It would be easier. But Dean Winchester was never one to take the easy way out, and he also had a knack for knowing when people were going to do something stupid. And right now, he had the feeling that Nicolet Corbin had it in her head to do something stupid. Dean wasn't really sure why but the thought of her getting hurt or dying from doing something that he could prevent didn't sit well with him.

So, Dean kept walking, muttering curses to himself as he continued his search which had so far led him on a wild goose over three blocks through town.

After almost an hour of searching, the fates finally took pity on him and he found her sitting on a bench beside the runners' path in the town park, arms crossed, intently staring at the ground in front of her. Dean breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that she wasn't hurt. And, okay, so that he could give her a piece of his mind!

"Nicki!" He called out to her, but, surprise, surprise, she didn't respond. He jogged over. She didn't move, and he finally held up his hands and asked the obvious. "What are you doing Nicki?"

"Waiting," she told him in a flat tone, the one that parents often took with children when they had had enough. Dean was pretty sure that's what this was. He didn't know what happened completely, but he knew that look about her screamed ‘she had had enough and somehow, some way, someone is gonna pay’.

"Waiting for what?" Dean asked, as if he didn't know, and she looked up at him with fierce blue eyes.

"You think it's me, don't you?! You think it's me and Audrey is what it wants and that's why it's killing people! Why it killed our parents! Well, here I am if the son of a bitch wants me! I'm right here! Come and get me!" Nicki screamed, whether to him or to the demon he wasn't quite sure.

"Nicki, this is stupid. You shouldn't be out here."

"No," she told him flatly, before he even asked her to leave. Dean sighed in exasperation and rubbed his eyes with a hand.

"What are you gonna do if it does show up, huh? You gonna yell at it too or are you just gonna stare at it 'til it disappears? Come on, let's go. I'll take you back to your house and we can figure this out there." Dean grabbed her by the elbow and lifted her up, but the blonde wrenched her arm free and spun to face him, so he was now staring down the wrong end of a cocked Colt 45.

"If it does show up, I'm gonna shoot the bastard in the face with this, and I'm gonna keep shooting until I run out of bullets or the son of a bitch is dead! We'll just have to see which one pans out," she told him calmly, almost too calm for someone holding a gun to a man's face, her eyes still ablaze with anger.

"You gonna shoot me point blank in public? I'm tryin' to fuckin' help you! And where the hell did you get that gun?" he yelled at her, hands raised and actually a little worried she might really shoot him.

"It's mine. I own several. You think you’re the only person in the world that’s made precautions for things like this? Also, word to the wise, I'm always packin'. And I didn't ask for your help. I don't need it!"

"Well, you got it and I'm not goin' anywhere, so do you mind getting that gun out of my face?"

Nicki glared at him before dropping the hammer back and putting the gun away. "What do you fucking care anyway?! Four days ago, you thought I was just some dumb slut you didn't even know that you thought you could get your rocks off with. You barely even know me!"

"Well, I know you now and its kinda part of the job," Dean said. Nicki scoffed.

"What is with all of you hunters and this insane need to save everybody?" Nicki questioned quietly, almost to herself, pacing in a small circle like a wild animal in a tiny cage.

Now, a normal person, when confronted wild animal in a tiny cage would usually have the common sense to let it be, step back, and not poke at said animal with a metaphorical stick. But Dean Winchester had never been normal or one for common sense, especially when it came to leaving well enough alone.

"You didn't seem to have a problem with it before! Up until about an hour ago I thought it was something you actually liked about me!" Dean yelled back at her, following her pacing to try and catch her eyes.

"That's because it's different before!" She clawed her fingers through her hair, as though the French twist she had pulled her dirty blonde hair into was too close to her own head. Dean stepped into her line of pace and grabbed her again, making sure to grab both arms this time. Nicki struggled, but he held firm, forcing her to face him.

"Why?! What the hell makes it so goddamn different?! Why are you being so goddamn crazy all of the sudden and what the hell are you so angry at me for?!"

"BECAUSE IT WASN'T ME!" Dean blinked as her head whirled up to face him and he noticed the angry tears streaking down her face. "I'm not like those people you save! I'm not some weak little princess that needs you to come in on a white horse and save the day! I am better than that, damn it! If I'm what this thing wants and it stops it from killing other people, then it can come and get me! I'd like to see it try! I'm not scared, Dean, and I'm not helpless, so I don't need you to protect me!" When Nicki finished she was panting a little from all the yelling, while quiet, angry tears tracking down her face, but she didn't seem to notice, nor did it weaken the resolve in her sapphire eyes, shining brightly with anger, conviction, and pain.

Dean knew that look. He knew that anger, that conviction, that pain. He lived with it every day. It's what kept him going. But he also knew how crushing it could be when it was all you had.

With quick reflexes, he moved from gripping her forearms to her hands in the blink of an eye, and lunging in to kiss her just as quickly. Nicki seemed to be started for a moment, the brief idea of fighting Dean off flickered in her for a moment before her hands fisted in his shirt and kissed him back.

The kiss was hard, fast, and aggressive. Not what Dean was used to in most women he kissed, but, God, if he didn't enjoy it. He moved one hand to the curve of her waist and pulled her close, pinning her against his chest, her own hands moving up to grip the back of his neck to accommodate this and pull him deeper into the kiss. This was intense. All that adrenaline from earlier was practically overwhelming and goddamn if she wasn't a good kisser too.

The pair broke apart after a few moments, panting heavily as their lungs sucked up precious, deprived air. Their foreheads and bodies were still pressed together as they stood there for a moment as if dazed before either of them spoke.

"Do you always take such liberties with the women you're attempting to save?" Nicki asked, voice a little ragged, still trying to catch her breath and shaky from being kissed so intently. Dean smirked a little and brushed the few strands of hair that had fallen into her face, and brushed against his own, out of the way with his thumb before he answered.

"Not all of them, and you don't need saving remember?" Nicki smirked and suppressed the urge to roll her eyes before tipping her mouth up to connect with Dean's again.

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“That night, it was raining. The thunder and lightning kept me up, but it wasn’t just that. Something was wrong I just didn’t know what. The house we lived in was old. The floor boards and the door to mine and Nicki’s room squeaked terribly sometime. That’s how I knew he was there. I opened my eyes my Father was standing over me, staring. I was still half asleep and I didn’t know what was going on, then all of the sudden I was pinned to my bed with a hand over my mouth. I tried to struggle and scream but it didn’t work. He was about to stab me with a hunting knife he carried around in his pocket when our Mother burst in. That thing that used my Father as a meatsuit picked me up and used me as a shield to stop my Mother from exorcising it. He held the knife to my throat in front of him while he taunted her with awful things. Nicki and Connor were screaming at it and Mom but they couldn’t move. It had them frozen and told to them to wait their turns. When my Mother went to banish it that thing did this to me before it tossed me aside and attacked her. That thing disguised as my Dad stabbed her eight times before she could finally get it out of him. When it was gone, my Father was dead. He was probably dead before he even made it to the front door. My Mother died on the floor of our room before paramedics came. She never stood a chance. A few weeks later I’m sitting in the back of some piece of shit station wagon with my brother and sister with everything we could fit into trash bags in the trunk being driven four hours from home to come live with some old ladies we only met maybe four times in our lives because no one else would take us.”

Audrey finished her grim tale with a sad smile and tired eyes shifted to the stunned man beside her. "You know, a bug is gonna fly in your mouth if you keep it open like that."

Sam snapped out of his daze and stopped gawking at her. "I….I don't….My God, how old were you when this happened?"

"Nick and I were eight, Connor was twelve."

"How do you deal with that?"

"We don't talk about it." Audrey wrapped the sheer white scarf back around her neck, and Sam's face shifted into a look of mortification.

"I'm so sorry. I wish we had never asked…." Sam trailed off as a finger was pressed to his lips in order to silence him.

"If you're about to go into the tirade about 'how awful you feel for asking' or 'how traumatic that must have been' I'm gonna stop you now. Your pity and your concern are two things I don't need. Appreciated, but don't need." She removed her finger and Sam smiled just the faintest bit at her.

He fidgeted with his hands as he leaned against the railing. "You're strangely well-adjusted, given the circumstances."

"It was cope or let it destroy me. Besides we all have our baggage Sam. I have mine. You have yours. Hunters don't just become hunters for no reason. Everyone's got their story."

"My mother died when I was a baby because of me; my girlfriend too."

"Sam, you don't have to actually tell me what your story is."

"I know," he said as he looked over at her. "I just wanted to."

Audrey looked at him with a peculiar, quizzical look before she sighed and leaned against the railing with him. "I know the feeling. It's almost a little terrifying how easily I tell you things." Sam chuckled a little and smiled at her. She smiled back at him lightly and Sam found himself entranced by her eyes, they sparkled in the silver light of the moon, like the first time he had seen them up close. He suddenly seemed to remember the last time they had met. Their near kiss in the closet sprang to life in his mind and he felt the sudden urge to finish the job.

Carefully, fearful that she might push him away or think that he was taking advantage of her, Sam leaned in closer to Audrey. The auburn haired woman turned her body toward him, almost an invitation to continue. The slightly taller man dipped his head a little, closing his eyes and catching the scent of lilies and night rain that emanated from her. His lips touched hers, almost too lightly to be called a kiss, when the loud piercing sounds of Audrey's phone in her back pocket broke the moment. She snapped back quickly, standing at attention, and glanced around as if suddenly remembering where she was. "I should get that…it's probably Nicki." Sam stared after her in confusion as she almost rushed back into the house.

Inside, around the corner of one of the hallways, Audrey leaned against a wall with a hand over her mouth as she tried to calm her hammering in her chest. What are you thinking Audrey?! You're already too close! He's gonna get hurt. They always get hurt. I can't just…I have to… Her head rapped against the plaster as she took a few calming breaths, before she looked down at the phone in her hand. She stared curiously at a contact name that she hadn't seen in almost a year. She debated answering it for a moment, but silenced the phone and put it away. Whatever he wanted, it probably wasn't important anyway.

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Hooray, new chapter! Sorry for the slight delay, I’ve been super busy. Hope the double post makes up for it J. New chapter should be finished soon if I have anything to say about it! Lol. Reviews and friendly, constructive criticism are welcome and appreciated as always!
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