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Nightmares...	By : OnyxWildcat Category: Supernatural > Het - Male/Female Views: 3632 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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�Oh and Dean, stay close to me.� Sam said softly to his brother, who in turn gave him a weird look. �Trust me dude.�

Dean rolled his eyes. �Right, the big bad wolves.� He smirked and waved his hand in dismissal, �no sweat Sammy. They�re just animals.�

Cat stood at the front doors, just opening them when she raised a brow and looked to Dean. �Just wolves? Now that�s one hell of an understatement.� She mused sarcastically, shook her head and stepped passed the open doors, waiting for the boys to follow. She stood back patiently as they followed her inside, made a point to leave at least seven feet between them and her. Cat gave them both an unimpressed look, sighed and closed the doors, locking them in place.

�Ok look,� She began and took a step toward them, watching as Dean kept his hand close to his jeans�obviously packing. Cat gave him a hurt look and placed her hands on her hips. �I�m not going to hurt you two. I physically can�t. I�m what�five foot six? And you two stand around six foot one and six foot four easily? You both are strong young men, probably have a hell of a lot more strength in your upper bodies and you outnumber me two to one. I�d say the odds lean in your favor. Sam, Dean�please, just have a little faith in me and get to know me first before you decide to fucking judge me based on documents and word of mouth.�

�Hey no one�s judging you princess.� Dean finally added in a chime of a voice and Sam furrowed his brow at his brother, wondering what the hell his aim was. �But you gotta understand where we�re coming from. We�re Hunters.� He said the last word deliberately and saw her physically respond to the sound of it. �You should know better then anyone��

Cat�s arms moved from her hips to across her chest, but not crossing, instead she was holding herself, as though chills were running through her blood. Even her eyes, which Sam and Dean were noting, had filled with a great amount of pain, shimmering just within her hazel gaze�that seemed to reveal an emerald ring along the outside of her usually crimson iris�s, which now shifted to a honey color as a result of her emotional struggle.

�Fine�do what you want.� She suddenly said in a very soft and broken voice, as though her inner pain was trying desperately to claw to the surface. With an almost inaudible sigh Cat turned and started for the kitchen, her footsteps as silent as the grave.

Sam slapped Dean hard on his upper right arm and glared at him when their eyes met. �Dude Dean, what�s your malfunction?�

�Me?� Dean�s mouth dropped slightly as he shot the glare back at Sam. �Sammy incase you forgot, we don�t know this chick. I know you�re the sensitive bleeding heart, but do me a favor and grow a pair.� Dean paused and looked toward Cat who was somewhere in the kitchen, looking to see if she had heard any of their conversation and then brought his eyes back to Sam, who�s jaw was clenched with anger.

�You do realize that was incredibly insensitive when you mentioned being Hunters.� Sam retorted in a low and controlled tone while staring down into his older brother�s rebellious eyes. �Didn�t you see the look on her face when she heard you say that?�

�I�m not trying to be a dick but we�ve got a job to do. Try to get it through your thick head that we�re still Hunting, got it?� He explained with a voice that held more understanding in it, even though no one else would hear it�except his little brother.

�For once in your life could you at least try to show a little compassion Dean?� Sam spat finally, his tone dark and strained, as if a silent anger was slowly boiling to the surface. �Even if this is a Hunt, she�s still human��

Dean cut him off, �she appears human.� He corrected with an arrogant grunt and continued. �For all we know, this is all an act and she�s be been planning this all from the beginning. Hell maybe she was the one who caused you to have those visions to lure you in. You ever think about that?�

�Stop being a Hunter for once in your life and try to look at from my perspective! If she is some kind of Siren, there is nothing known about them sending false visions to people. Not once has anyone ever said that they shared a vivid dream or vision with one these creatures!� Sam was becoming very irritated and it showed in the way his controlled voice deepened.

�We don�t know dick about her, and Steve flat out said that Sirens and Mermaids ain�t like in the books. And right now? We have Jack and Shit and Jack ain't showin' up anytime soon.� Dean snapped in a lower voice and pointed his finger accusingly at Sam, making himself very clear. �I don�t know what the hell has gotten into you Sam, but you need to put yourself in check. The job comes first, so stop getting clouded with emotions that may get you killed.�

�You�re starting to sound like Dad.� He growled between his teeth and started to walk away, toward the kitchen.

Dean blinked a few times, a little hurt by the way Sam just commented about their dead father. �Hold on for a god damned second!� He snapped in a controlled voice and grabbed Sam by the arm, spinning him around to look him in the eyes. �What�s crawled up your ass and died?�

Sam jerked his arm away, narrowed his eyes and growled, �drop it Dean.� He stated in a flat, threatening tone but Dean wasn�t going to let up.

�No.� Dean shot back and stood in front of Sam, arms held tightly across his chest. �Not until you fess up and fuckin� tell me what�s wrong.�

�Back off Dean.� Sam snapped in warning and went rigid, his broad shoulders tensing up, ready to attack.

The air around them became thick with tension and testosterone. Both strong capable young men staring the other down, squaring off, ready for any moment to raise a fist and just lay into the other one.

A deep, menacing growl suddenly caught both brother�s off guard, causing them to look toward the kitchen. And just a few feet away stood Riddick, the fur along his strong shoulders and hindquarters risen as his piercing icy blue gaze shot a silent warning of deadly intent.

Dean, never seeing a wolf this large before, took a careful step back, standing to Sam�s right. He could tell, by the way the huge black wolf kept its jaws closed and continued to growl deep in its large chest, it meant business.

�Easy boy, easy.� Dean murmured in a soft tone, his hands raised, palms facing forward. �It�s alright big guy�� He turned his face slightly to Sam and whispered, �this is Riddick?�

�Yup.� Sam replied softly, keeping his eyes on the angry wolf. Knowing that if even thought about moving Riddick would have no problem attacking.

�Guys?� Cat called out from the kitchen, getting the strangest feeling that something was very wrong and stepped out into view, her eyes fixed on the brothers. �What are you�?� Her voice trailed off when she spotted Riddick, standing in front of them, his body rigid. Shit� Cat spat inwardly and charged over quickly.

�Riddick�ease down.� Her voice, once broken and soft, became hard and focused. �I mean it, ease down.� She repeated and physically placed herself between the brothers and Riddick. �Now Riddick.� She glared into those icy blue depths and watched as his eyes focused on her face, then visibly softened, as though he couldn�t stay angry when she looked into his gaze.

With a soft growl, nothing like the menacing tone he held before, the black wolf gave her one last look, turned and started to pad away. His huge paws making little to no sound against the polished wooden floor.

�I knew this would happen,� she sighed to herself, spun around, glaring at the brothers and growled inwardly. I should�ve known that these two would start to butt heads. Damn it� �I don�t care if you�ve gotta problem with me, I�m used it. But don�t start fighting in my house because you two need to have a fucking pissing contest. If you�ve got beef with each other, get over it or get the fuck out.� Her words faded into the air as she caught the faint scent of anger rising off of their bodies. She looked down, put a hand to her forehead and rubbed her temples while letting out a strained sigh.

�Don�t start fighting in my home, that�s all I ask.� Cat repeated with a softer tone and dropped her hand, her eyes focused on their tense features. �Ease up, make nice or get out. You�re guests here and my wolves will not tolerate petty sibling bullshit. Neither will I. You want to stay here and learn more about me, fine, but only under one condition.�

They didn�t say anything, they couldn�t. Torn between embarrassment, anger and confusion, all they could do was nod their heads at her request.

�Everyone plays nice. Absolutely no drama. This is why I live alone and have no boyfriend or husband to speak of. I take care of me and my own, I give respect only when it�s earned. So please, guys�just try and keep cool heads.� Her voice trailed off as pain lingered gently in the back of her thoughts. She quickly pushed it away as her features visibly softened, as though pleading silently to the brothers. �That�s all I ask�because the last thing we need is for Riddick to get angry and actually do something about it.�

Taking everything in to account, both brothers understood the options. If they wanted her help, they�d have to stop being childish. And if Sam wanted to know why he had the visions, he was going to have to find a way to get her to open up to him, even though now it seemed like that had become a lost cause.

Sam�s brow furrowed at the Riddick getting angry comment. �That was just a warning I take it?�

She nodded, �and you�re lucky. He usually doesn�t warn people.�

�That�s comforting.� Dean chimed under his breath when Sam nudged him in the side with his elbow. �What?� He chuckled, obviously joking at the wrong time and noticed the way Sam just shook his head. Dean sobered and looked back to Cat, pursing his lips together and muttering. ��sorry.�

Cat�s brow twisted into an expression of couscous disbelief at the reply. �Forget it. Don�t apologize.� She said softly, hoping Dean would stop being a fucking Hunter and just treat her like a normal human being� Besides, that�s all she ever wanted�was to feel normal. �Come on guys�� She trailed off as she turned on the ball of her foot, ready to go toward the kitchen. Turning so that they could see the left side of her profile she added, �you�re hungry right?�

The brothers looked to each other, then back to her and shrugged. �Yea�we could use something to eat.� Dean replied and watched as a quiet smile edged across her full lips and faded quickly as she nodded and motioned for them to follow.

* * * Twenty Minutes Later * * *

Cat stood in the kitchen, making herself another Jack and Coke, which was mostly Jack with a hint of Coke for flavor, and looked out onto her porch where Sam and Dean inhaled their third sandwich. They were quiet, which was normal when you placed food in front of two hungry men. Cat also knew they were being silent for another reason. After her firm outburst they backed off, and yet�were still fuming with unresolved rage. It was strange that they had started fighting the moment they were both standing in her house� Maybe it was the energy of the old place that heightened their emotions�or maybe it was the effect she had on them subconsciously. That was another very big reason why she lived alone. Whenever men were involved, there was always a fight, regardless of blood ties. The only one besides old Harvey that could be around her without being effected, was her late fianc�but of course that didn�t end well. It never does when they wind up dead.

Shaking her head of the thoughts that dripped like a venomous, acid rain through her mind she focused on the present and noticed how the pack was laying around on the grass, nearly passed out from running around earlier. The only one not accounted for was Riddick, which wasn�t a big surprise. Cat never knew when he�d just pop up, unless she focused in on him that is.

Taking a gulp of her drink, the strong sting of the whiskey swirled over her tongue, hit the back of her throat and finally slid all the way down into her stomach, warming her from the inside out. She let out a whoosh of air at the way the whiskey bit her senses, tingling her nose by the bittersweet intensity of it. That�s when she felt a slight nudge of a cold nose on her left arm, next to her elbow and brought her attention toward the source. Bright, intelligent blue eyes looked up at her through his pitch black fur as though waiting patently for her response.

�Hey big guy.� She cooed softly and gently ran her left hand between his ears, as a mother would to her child. �You ok now?� She asked and let out a soft giggle when he let out a rough growling huff and nudged his muzzle into her hand.

Setting the glass on the counter she crouched down and met his eyes. �I need you to be patient with these two.� Cat explained softly and watched as his eyes narrowed, just like a human would. I don�t trust them Aiden. Cat heard his voice in her head and let out a sigh, �I know Riddick. You can stop repeating yourself now.�

The wolf growled softly and tapped his large paw on the floor for emphasis. What do ya think they�ll do when they find out, huh Aiden? Think they�re going to be all hugs and kisses? You know as well as I do that they�re bad news. Have been since Sam first walked in that door. And I really don�t like that Dean character. He�s young, full of himself and lacks style.

Cat eyed the big wolf and gave him a slight pout. �We don�t know what�s going to happen Riddick.� She replied in a barely audible whisper to his speech in her head and gently cupped his massive head. �Let�s give them a chance ok?�

Riddick�s eerie luminescent gaze searched hers for a moment and then he replied in mind speak. Whatever you want Princess. Just don�t be surprised when one of�em fucks up and loses a limb.

Cat looked deeply into his eyes and kissed the big furball on the nose before standing up, grabbed her tall glass of poison and headed outside. She knew, even though she was safe among her furry companions, the house she had called home a fortress of protection from all the evil hiding throughout the darkness, there was a slight sting of tragedy hovering in the cool afternoon air. She could feel it whispering silently to her as the sun began to dive off into the horizon. It was a very unnerving sensation, one she had been feeling since that night when the nightmares started. And for the life of her, every time she�d wake up screaming�the memories of the dreams would vanish, leaving a very bad taste in her mouth.

She didn�t know why she had them, or what they meant�seeing as she could never remember anything about them. Yet, there was something that she did remember, even though it was faint and seeming to pulse on a breeze of whispers� It was a wave of emotions that sank somewhere within her depths. It was the sense of feeling loved, sensuality and desire�then pure and unbridled terror. And there was nothing to link it back to. No face, not the slightest of touch, not even the faintest hint of a figure to give it any kind of mass or structure. It was unnerving to say the least�especially when she first met the Winchester boys. She knew there was a connection there, but from what? Was it the love she felt? Not with Dean that�s for certain. She did, just slightly, feel a kinship with Sam.

Sam�that name alone whispered familiarity�as well as a warning. Her instincts told her there was something about Sam she should watch out for. Was it the growing affection she started to feel for him? Or was it something darker that she needed to be aware of? Being alone for so long, especially from men, she didn�t quite know what to think of it. She had dated, briefly in the past, but when she did it was the intense tragic kind that never ended well. She loved, whole heartedly�and was completely torn a part when the very object of her affection was gunned down before her very eyes outside of a nightclub somewhere in Hollywood over three years ago. It was the first man that had loved her for her, and in an instant it was all taken away from her.

Maybe that was one of the reasons why Dean rubbed her the wrong way. He was, a lot like him in a lot of ways. The way he held himself, the way he�d joke at the worst times. The fire in his eyes when he looked at her. Especially his voice�same attitude, same manner of speaking. That Midwestern slang and slight accent she had found intriguing with her late ex fianc�. It was just another night out when it happened�at three am of all times. They had just left the nightclub, ready to go home when a fight broke out in front of the club. She remembered yelling throughout the crowd, when her fianc� suddenly grabbed her and turned her in the other direction and felt as though someone had slammed into his back causing him to nearly collapse onto her shaking form. The rest became a blur�

He slipped to the ground, blood oozing from the wound on his back�right over his heart. He had a look in his eyes that screamed apologies�and before she had the chance to say goodbye, he was already gone. The light in his beautiful hazel green eyes�had gone out. Leaving her alone on the sidewalk, stained with blood and tears�

�Cat?� A soft, deep, sweet flowing voice enveloped her mind and brought her attention away from the darkness of her thoughts. She realized she was standing on the other side of the porch, holding the glass of jack and coke in her hands, staring off in the distance.

She turned her eyes to the source of the voice and was met by Sam�s concerned gaze focused on her face. �You ok?� He asked in a gentle tone and watched as she gave a weak smile, her eyes filled with silent tears as one fled the confines of its cage and trickled down her cheek.

She wiped the offensive thing from her flesh and smirked. �Yea, I�m fine.� Cat lied in a hoarse voice and took another long drink of her poison, swallowing down half of its contents.

His brows furrowed as he took a step closer, peering down into her eyes. �You don�t look ok.�

Anger flashed suddenly in her voice, �how would you feel if two young Hunters decided to disrupt your harmony and brought old wounds to the surface?� She hissed softly and then closed her eyes, biting her bottom lip at her own stupidity. �Shit Sam�I�m sorry.�

This brought Sam aback by the pain flowing so openly in her voice. There was something she was holding in, and he could feel it waiting just beneath her surface. His right hand reached up, ready to touch her when it stopped for a moment, hesitant of her reaction and then finally moved forward, only to rest gently on her left shoulder as he faced her. �Hey, don�t be�� His whisper of compassion danced from his lips as her gaze met his, tragedy written all over her delicate features. �Look, whatever it is that�s hurting you, you can�t keep holding it in. One it�s not healthy, and two�remember when I said I�m a good listener?�

Cat shook her head slightly. �But you don�t know me Sam. And your brother Dean doesn�t seem to trust me either.�

Sam wouldn�t let her out of this. �That doesn�t matter. Dean�s just�Dean. He�s the kind of guy that shoots first and ask questions later. And I�m not Dean.� He paused and watched as she worried her bottom lip between her teeth again. �And if I�m going to help, in any way that I can, please�let me.� He explained in a careful tone and watched her shake her head. �I�m gonna need you to at least try to trust me. I know it�s hard for you, but how can I help you if you keep shutting me out?�

�Because I know that you don�t trust me!� Cat replied with a slight urgency in her hushed voice. Afraid that he would dig too deep, afraid that he would start to get under skin. �Besides, I�m fine. I�ve lived this long depending solely on myself and I think I can handle this fine on my own.�

His brows raised slightly, causing his forehead to crease. An expression revealing he was unconvinced. �You�re fine? You don�t look fine. In fact, you look like you�re close to falling a part.�

This hit a nerve and she shot a nasty glare his way. �Don�t tell me you know how I�m feeling, because you don�t.�

Sam blinked a few times, caught off guard by her sudden defensive burst. �Cat, I�m not implying I know anything. I�m just trying to help.�

�Well don�t.� Cat growled and jerked away from his grasp, her eyes cold and threatening. �I�ve been fine in the past and I�m fine now. Excuse me.� She added in a sharp tone and pushed passed him, back into the house away from his eyes�

�What�s with her?� Dean asked over at the table on the other side of the porch, his cheeks puffed with another large bite of sandwich.

Sam looked at Dean with an inquisitive brow, saw the look on his older brother�s face and just shook his head.

�What? What did I say?� Dean asked in a muffled voice, his eyes wide with question.

�Nothing Dean, just�eat your food.� Sam replied in a sigh and walked back into the house, after Cat. Once inside, he didn�t see her anywhere�but caught the slight sound of soft sobbing coming from somewhere down the hall. Curious, he made his way silently to the left, just after the kitchen and found himself down a long hallway� The sound of muffled crying became more apparent as he inched his way toward a door to his immediate right. The bathroom. �Cat, I�m sorry if I offended you.�

From behind the door he could hear her sniffle and let out a dark chuckle. �What is with you? Don�t you know when to stop?�

Biting his bottom lip in thought, he decided that he needed to speak with her. He didn�t know why he was being pushed to help her, but the only thing that made sense was that whatever pain she was bearing could be eased if she just let him in. �Can I come in?�

Silence for a moment until she finally answered. �No, just go away.�

Taking a deep breath he turned the handle and gently pushed the door open, letting his eyes fall on her as she sat on the edge of an old bathtub, while wiping her face. When her eyes met his he realized what a mistake it was.

�Get�Out.� She snarled in a voice that easily dropped a few octaves. �Now Sam.�

Sam stood there for a moment and wanted to leave�but was struck completely still�hypnotized by her eyes. He couldn�t tear himself away, as though just the mere sight of her haunting gaze took hold of his will and held it firmly in the palm of its hands.

When Sam didn�t move she rose, in a fluid almost ethereal motion and closed the distance between them. This wasn�t what she wanted�she didn�t want him to see her�like this. With a graceful raise of her small hands she motioned for him to lean in close, and in doing so she placed her hands gently on either side of his face and brushed her lips carefully against his.

�Forget�� Was the whisper that sang from her soul when she gently pressed her lips against his and took his breath away�as well as the memory of her luminescent golden eyes, shimmering like liquid sunlight within her iris�s.

The next thing Sam knew, he was standing in the middle of the hallway�completely confused as to why he was there in the first place. �Uhm�why am I here?� He asked aloud to himself, looked around and blinked a few times, still unable to remember the last few minutes. All he could account for was walking back into the house after Cat. And just as the thought entered his mind Cat walked passed him from the bathroom.

�The bathroom�s free.� She stated in a casual voice, her face a vision of calm and vanished around the corner into the kitchen�leaving a very stunned Sam in the hallway to stew in his confusion.

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