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Nightmares...	By : OnyxWildcat Category: Supernatural > Het - Male/Female Views: 3632 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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[[Onyx's Note:: Alright sexies...here's the newest installment. Just so you know, get ready...it's about to get real interesting! Things will jump around a little but hopefully you'll catch on (seeing as I'm the Queen of twisted lol). You'll also find that in this one...more questions will arise. And man...Cat and Dean really butt heads in this one. On that note, Enjoy!]]
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Finishing the last bite of his third sandwich, he swallowed and took a drink of his whiskey sour, one he had made himself even though Cat had offered to make it for him. First off, he didn�t trust her. She could have put some kind of spell or potion or just slipped him a roofie if he wasn�t watching her like a Hawk. And Secondly, he didn�t want to baby-sit so instead, he insisted that he�d make it himself� And besides, he was the only one he knew that could ever make a whiskey sour just to his liking.

�Ah, good stuff.� He sighed after drinking half of the contents and wiped his mouth with a napkin, crumpled it in his hands and dropped it on his plate. Dean�s hunger now fully sated, he took the paper plate in his hands, stood up and was about to go into the house when something in the corner of his eye made him pause.

He saw the shadow before he heard the soft tapping of claws on the old wooden deck and brought his eyes to the source. It was one of the wolves�the smallest one with the off white cr�me coloring and light brown eyes. He looked to the fluffy creature and raised a brow when it just stood a foot away from him, just�staring at him. �Can I help you?� Dean chimed in a calm tone and felt a little unnerved by the way the wolf�s eyes seem to look at him with an eerie human resemblance. Not one to just stand around pondering about what happens next, he furrowed his brow and started walking sideways into the house, his focused eyes never leaving the wolf�s unrelenting glare.

�Weird.� Dean grumbled to himself and tossed the trash in his hands into a large trash bin close to the door leading out to the patio from the kitchen. He had only taken his eyes away for a moment as he brushed himself off of any crumbs and when he brought his eyes back to the back yard his hands stopped moving in mid wipe. �Sam.� He called out behind him and couldn�t tear his eyes away from the sight of the once sleeping wolves, now all standing on the deck outside, glaring at him as though wondering whether or not he should be lunch. When he didn�t get a response, he called out again, his voice pitching a little. �Yo Sammy!�

He turned and went to start toward the living room when Cat suddenly appeared from his left, causing him to jump a little. �Whoa!�Jesus lady!� Dean recovered quickly but was astonished that he hadn�t even heard her footsteps. �Where�s Sam.� He bit out between his teeth and looked down into her eyes, which seemed unusually calm and collected.

Cat shot him a glare and felt her chest tighten at the sudden resemblance dancing on his face. He looked just like Robert� �Your brother was in the hallway.� She spat in defense and felt a slight ping of quilt at how harsh her voice just sounded.

�Really?� The word was more of a taunt as he kept her gaze with a fire burning in his veins.

�Yes Really.�

�Uh-huh�� Dean chimed in a voice that held sarcasm, arrogance and authority. The kind of tone that caused Cat�s lips to twitch. He figured she was just pissed that they had the upper hand and she had no say in it. �Then why didn�t he answer me, huh?�

�Oh I don�t know�� She purred in a mocking voice while bringing a hand to rest thoughtfully beneath her chin, paused and then dropped her hands as her tone became a weapon of deep seeded hatred. ��maybe because he�s� In The Fucking BATHROOM!� Cat�s voice rose at the last words that flew away from her angry lips as Dean gave her one of those chastising looks that made her blood boil.

Dean smirked, �sure.� Side stepped and looked down the hallway, noticing the first door closed and the sound of flushing echoing beneath the door frame. �Sammy you down there?!� He called out and was answered by the door opening and the light switch being clicked off. Maybe I should tone it down a little�she was being honest� Dean thought but kept his eyes on the hallway.

Sam walked out of the bathroom, ran a hand through his hair out of habit and walked up to Dean, a confused look dawning on his face. �I was in the bathroom�� His voice trailed off when he noticed the anger flashing through Cat�s eyes at Dean. Looking from Cat to his brother he grew a questioning crease in his expression. �Uhm�you guys ok? Did something happen?�

�Oh nothing Sam. Dean here didn�t believe me when I told him you were in the bathroom.� She explained in a soft voice, trying to cover the strain of holding in her anger.

Sam shot Dean one of his accusing looks. �Dean��

Seeing that now Cat and Sam were giving him looks he put his hands up in defense. �Hey, no pointin� fingers, alright.� He dropped his hands and held a look of a little boy who just got caught stealing the last cookie from the jar. �Look not my fault, ok? A little hard to trust you when you�re sneakin� around like that.� Dean smirked but didn�t mean it to come out as harshly as it did.

�First off, bone head, I live here and I happen to walk quietly�� Cat started when Sam gently cleared his throat getting her attention. �What?�

�Cat, Dean�please, can we just get along while we�re here? I think it would make things a lot easier on us.� He explained in his gentle manner of speaking when he was trying to calm a tense situation.

Poor Sam didn�t know that when Cat was angry, it would boil. �I actually agree with you Sam, I really do. But it�s kind of hard when your brother is an insensitive, arrogant prick.� Cat spat out of nowhere and crossed her arms, knowing that would cause whatever tension that had lingered in the air to intensify ten fold.

�Whoa, where you come off callin� me insensitive?� Dean shot back, his arms crossed in the same fashion.

Cat�s brows raised as a dark smile curved her full lips. �So you don�t deny being an arrogant prick?�

�That�s not what I said�� Dean growled, dropped his arms and pointed the index finger of his right hand at her in an accusing motion. �Don�t you go twistin� my words woman!� He exclaimed in a low voice of warning and narrowed his eyes when she let out a short, mocking laugh.

�I ain�t twistin� anything, Winchester. You�re doin� that all on your own.� She countered in a cool tone of voice and nearly forgot that Sam was standing to the left of them, watching them verbally duke it out. �Tell me something Sam�� She began and turned her eyes to Sam, who stood there with an adorable look on his face. �This the main reason you ditched him to go to Stanford? I don�t blame you�if I had to be around someone like him 24/7 I would too.� Cat chimed with a coy voice filled with sadistic undertones and gave Dean a triumphant smile at the look of shocked pain coming off of Sam�s face.

Dean�s temperature rose five degrees at the way Sam just took a step back, hurt evident in his eyes. He had enough. �The fuck you get off talkin� to my brother like that?!� Dean�s voice bellowed as he took a step forward, getting in Cat�s space.

The bitch held her ground, canted her chin in defiance and kept her eyes locked with Dean�s. �I call it like I see it.� She purred with a mocking sweetness and felt the demonic grin stretching her lips as Dean�s jaws twitched. �It must bust your balls to know I called it right, huh?�

�Guys stop it!� Sam�s plea was ignored as the two continued to square off, neither one willing to back down, too stubborn for their own good. �Back off, both of you!� He warned and took a step forward, placed his hand on Dean�s chest and tried to push him back when Dean jerked away from his hand, shoving Sam back in the process and kept his eyes locked with Cat�s.

�Stay out of it Sam because we ain�t finished. Not by a long shot.� Dean stated in an octave lower then his usual cocky tone which meant he meant business.

�Yea Sam, just do as your told.� She mused darkly and narrowed her eyes at Dean. �Is that how you treat him Dean? Like he�s not old enough to make his own decisions?� She snarled in a voice she knew would hit not only one nerve�but the whole fleet bundled deep within Dean�s soul. She looked him up and down and shook her head, �you�re pathetic.�

His brows shot up, �I�m pathetic now?�

�Oh yes�and the list goes on and on�� Cat chimed under her breath and watched as his eyes sparkled with rage.

�I�m gonna�� Dean growled between his clenched teeth and lunged forward and stopped when she took a step forward, nearly touching him.

�You�re gonna do what, huh Dean? You gonna hit me? Slap the smug smile off my face?� Cat murmured in a tone laced with what seemed to be thousands of finely sharpened razor blades of rebellion, knowing how deep they were slicing into his heart. �Bet you�d love to lay one on me�right here,� her voice trailed off as she uncrossed her arms and tapped the left side of her face with her fingers, just at the jaw line for emphasis, �knock me flat on my ass and shut me up, right?� She let her hand slip away when she watched his resolve crumble; his expression visibly disturbed by the way she was taunting him with her purr of a voice.

Dean�s eyes revealed the confusion and hurt at the thought that she would try and provoke him to hit her. That was one thing that he�d kill a man for; physically hurting a woman. His mouth stretched into a scowl as he looked at her with disgust. �First off, I never touch a woman in anger. And two? You ain�t worth it.� He snarled in a voice just above a whisper and looked her up and down as he stood up straight and took a big step back, leaving as much space between them as physically possible.

�Come on Sam.� He growled finally, grabbed Sam by the front of his jacket and pulled him away as he walked to the front doors, opened them dragging Sam outside and slammed the doors behind him. Causing an echoing clang to shimmer through the heated air.

�Dean we can�t leave.� Sam explained in protest as Dean continued to drag him forward, passed the small set of stairs until they were standing on the sidewalk next to the black Impala.

�No, we are leaving.� Dean replied, opened the driver�s door and stopped when Sam didn�t budge. �I�m not playin� Sammy. We�re leaving. Right now.�

Sam�s expression was torn with conflicted emotions as he took a deep breath, put his hands in his pockets and took a step back. �No.� He said softly and shook his head.

�No?� Dean repeated and just looked at him. �That�s your answer?�

Sam�s jaws twitched as he swallowed, wishing he didn�t have to piss his brother off anymore then he already was. �No Dean, I�m not leaving.�

Dean pursed his lips together nodding, closed the door and in a collective manner he strolled up to Sam and looked into his eyes, a little too calm. �No huh?� Dean repeated again, this time in a very calm voice and watched Sam give a slow nod. �Right�� He murmured with a nod and looked away, acting way too casual for Sam�s taste. Before he knew what hit him Dean�s fist slammed into Sam�s stomach, knocking the wind out of him with a nasty upper cut.

Sam bent over heaving as Dean grabbed him by the back of the collar of his jacket, opened the driver�s side door and tossed Sam into the car. �Sorry Sam but I�m not in the mood for an argument.� He chimed and got in, pushed his winded brother over and closed the door.

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Cat stood at the front window, looking out onto the street as Dean revved the engine, hit the gas and caused the wheels to let out a high pitched hiss as the ass of the Impala spun out, righted itself and went racing down the street, leave a small cloud of smoke in its wake. �I�m sorry Sam�� She whispered softly into the air and walked away from the window, her expression filled with an unimaginable pain. Cat hadn�t wanted to do what she did�but she was left without a choice.

Aiden� A deep male voice sounded in her head, causing her to look up and focus on the dark brown leather couch in the living room, a black shape lying on the cushions. You did the right thing. Riddick�s gravely voice said reassuringly in her mind as the black wolf studied the tense look of her features.

�Did I?� Cat asked softly, a slight crack in her voice as pain started to tighten the confines of her chest, making it a struggle to breathe normal.

Silently, the large wolf slipped off the couch and closed the distance between them only to stop just shy three feet from where she was standing and sat back on his haunches. The crystal depths of his electric blue eyes held a sense of understanding as he met her gaze with concern. Yes kid, you did. I know it was painful, but you had no other choice. They were bad news.

Cat shook her head and held her arms close to her body, the guilt of seeing the pain on their faces still fresh in her memories. �But I hurt them Riddick� The things I said� God what have I turned into?!� She cried out softly, angry with herself for cutting them as deeply as she had. �They�ll never come back�and if they do, it won�t be on friendly terms.� She concluded in a whisper and let out a sigh, realizing what she had just set into motion.

Then a warm, soothing, almost motherly voice entered her mind. Don�t dwell on it honey� Though as much as I usually disagree with Riddick�s notions about people, I think he�s right this time. Cat looked over and watched as the sleek frame of a dark brown wolf approached. It was Ripley. I don�t like how things were handled, but you did what you thought was best.

A sting entered Cat�s eyes as her vision blurred with the threat of guilty tears. �I didn�t want to hurt them� Poor Sam� And Dean, god if you could only see the look on his face.� Cat murmured while walking across the room toward the couch, sat down and stretched out, flat on her back. Her right hand to her forehead shielding her eyes. �He was acting so much like Robert� Jesus even the way he looked at me!�

Riddick and Ripley shared a knowing glance and sat next the couch, looking at Cat as she wiped the emotional dew from her eyes and stared at the ceiling. �I liked them� Both of them. They�re good guys and I couldn�t let them get dragged down...� She thought aloud in a voice that sounded far away as she put her hands on her chest.

Stop beatin� yourself up kid. It�s water under the bridge now. She heard Riddick say in her thoughts and turned her head to the right, peering at those haunting eyes as a tear unknowingly slid from the corner of her eye and trickled down her cheek, escaping onto the couch. You can�t let this tear you down, you gotta keep your head up.

Ripley�s voice suddenly replaced the deep growl of Riddick�s tone from her thoughts. Wait Riddick� Aiden, are you having doubts?

Cat thought about it for a moment and let out a soft sigh. �I don�t know if what I did was right� It feels like there�s something missing, like I�ve almost completed the puzzle and the last piece went with them when they left.�

Does it have to do with Sam? Or Dean? Ripley asked calmly in her mind and sat patiently to Cat�s immediate right, waiting for a reply.

�I�� She started, furrowed her brow and found herself trapped in an emotional struggle while trying to come to some kind of rational conclusion. �I don�t know�it almost feels like�� Cat�s voice faded as she turned her gaze on the two wolves watching her. �As though I�m not doing my job. Now that I�ve chased them off, I feel like I�ve just inadvertently left them for dead. What the hell does that mean?�

For the first time since Sam stepped foot in her home�there was silence. And not the pleasant kind either. Cat let out an exhausted yawn from all the emotional strain�and before she knew what hit her, she had slipped into a deep sleep. Immediately the dreams came�

* * *Dream Sequence* * *

Standing in her bedroom, eyes fixed on the sight of the full moon rising through the trees through her window, she felt the air shift behind her. Going rigid, she waited�her senses alert, mind focused on the slightest of sound that would indicate the presence that had suddenly entered the room. She waited�and waited�and still, nothing. Not a god damned thing.

With a sigh she turned to walk to the hallway when a shriek swelled in the back of her throat and was silenced by a large hand to her mouth. Her heartbeat thudded wildly in her chest as she was forced backwards until her back met the wall with a soft thud. Trembling, she looked up at her attackers face and felt her heart sink.

�Shh, baby it�s ok. It�s me.� The hand slowly slid away from her mouth as Sam�s eyes glistened in the moonlight.

Cat knew that something was really wrong by the smile that hung from his lips. �But I thought you left?� Was all she could utter when he put a finger to her lips, silencing her once more.

�That doesn�t matter. I�m here now.� His voice�oh god his voice was liquid seduction dripping with shards of deadly intent�slicing through her pores only to imbed into the broken pieces of her beating heart. Drowning her in a tidal wave of fear.

�Sam�� She whispered in a weak voice and trembled as he pushed his hard body possessively against hers, pinning her against the wall. She wanted to scream out for help but her vocal chords suddenly stopped working as his lips found the left side of her neck.

His hands slid down her arms, took hold of her wrists and brought them above her head, holding them against the wall. A demonic grin took over his face as his eyes flashed like two shimmering pools of black under the milky rays of the full moon. �Don�t fight it baby�you�ll never win.�

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�NO!� She bellowed and fell off the couch, jolted awake by the feeling of the hard floor smacking against her body. Looking around wildly, Riddick and Ripley were right there, seeing if she was ok. �Oh god�� Cat whimpered and pulled herself back on the couch, her skin as pale as death itself. It was just a dream�another horrible dream�but this time, she remembered. Everything.

Are you ok? She heard Ripley ask as she started to get her breathing back to normal.

�How long was I out?� Cat asked and swallowed the hard lump that just formed in the back of her throat.

Not even ten minutes. She heard Riddick reply and felt her stomach tie up in knots.

�I need to talk to Sam...� Cat announced softly and braced herself to stand up when Riddick got closer, getting in her way.

You ain�t gotta do nothin�, hear me? He spat in her thoughts, a slight growl pouring out of his large chest.

Cat gave him a pleading look. �It�s important.� And with that said she stood, pushed passed the growling black ball of fur and went to the kitchen for her bag. She knew her cell phone would still be in there� �Oh shit! Damn it�� Cat blurted out and fell back against the kitchen sink counter, a sigh of bitter defeat emitting from her parted lips. �I never got his number��

You don�t need it� Ripley said in an odd sounding tone in Cat�s mind, causing her to stand up straight.

�Why?� She asked and walked slowly from the kitchen into the living room where Ripley was peering out the window, her muzzle pushed through the heavy black blinds. Cat�s question was answered when she heard the roar of a black �67 Impala�pulling up to park next to the sidewalk. This really made her confused as she peeked through the crack in the blinds that Ripley had created and watched as Sam started toward the house, Dean just behind him.

�What in the hell�?� She whispered in disbelief as they walked up the steps and knocked on the front doors.

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Sam finally got his bearings back when his brother started driving down the hill. �Dean, turn the car around.�

�Negative Sam.� Dean countered while keeping his eyes on the road.

Sam sat up and glared at Dean, �turn the fucking car around.�

Brows furrowed, Dean stole a glance at his kid brother as though Sam had spoken a different language. �Did you just curse?� He asked with a tone of surprise and smirked. �Wow�she�s really gotten under your skin.�

Sam ignored the comment and punched Dean in side, just hard enough to get him to wince. �I mean it Dean, turn around and go back!�

�Ow!� Dean spat and shot Sam a murderous look. �What *Smack* the hell *Smack* Is *Smack* Wrong with you!� Dean barked, smacking Sam between every word and pulled the Impala over and put it in park so he wouldn�t get them into a wreck.

Sam retaliated by turning off the ignition and stole the keys before Dean could stop him. �Fine, we walk!� Sam shot his brother a mocking grin and went to open his door when Dean flung himself toward Sam.

If anyone had been standing outside it would have looked like two wild baboons fighting over a banana. Arms flailing, voices raised, Dean tried to go for the keys but Sam, being a bit larger, put his freehand on Dean�s forehead and pushed him back. All Dean could do was flail around a bit before getting severely aggravated and ended up punching Sam in the side.

Letting out a grunt, Sam managed to get a hold of the handle of his door and fell out onto the sidewalk, keys still in hand. Pain surged in strange places as he rolled over, got onto his feet and started to walk back up the hill.

�Sammy get your ass back here!� Dean howled after Sam and closed both doors of the Impala before breaking into a run.

Sam continued forward, a scowl stretching his face as Dean finally caught up with him and grabbed the arm that held the keys. �Let go Dean!� Sam barked and tried to jerk away when Dean somehow managed to get his right arm over Sam�s shoulders and put him into a headlock.

�Gimme the keys Sam!� Dean retorted and held on for dear life as Sam started to throw his shoulders back, trying to toss him off in the process.

But to no avail�after struggling and yelling at each other for nearly five minutes�they both stood there breathing hard, looking like complete idiots.

�Had�enough?� Dean chimed between breaths and felt his arms start to tingle from the strain of holding his kid brother.

�I�m not letting up Dean.� Sam replied, still rebelling even though the weight of his brother on his back, as well as the hold on his neck was starting to get the better of him. �We�re going back.�

�What part of NO doesn�t compute Sammy?� Dean mused in a mocking tone and tapped on Sam�s head for emphasis.

With the last bit of strength he could muster, Sam launched forward onto some grass, sending him and his pig headed brother hard against the earth. The shock of the impact caused Dean�s hold to ease up, allowing Sam enough room to dislodge himself and roll away.

They both laid there, flat on their backs, staring into the sky. �Dude�� Dean began and sat up, glaring at Sam as he did the same. �Why do have to be such a pain in my ass?�

�You brought it on yourself!� Sam announced and pointed his finger at Dean, who in turn smacked it away like it was some kind of insect. �Dean I�� His voice trailed off when a terrible pain ripped through his nerves causing his hands to clutch his temples.

�Sam?� Dean knew the look immediately and lost all interest in his keys. �Sammy!� But it was too late, Sam was hunched over and to Dean�s amazement�started to breath normally again. �Jesus Sam what the hell was that?�

Sam coughed and brought his head up, the vision still burning in his mind. �We have to get to Cat�s��

�Come on man, would you drop it already?� Dean groaned already on his feet and offered Sam a hand.

Once Sam was on his feet, he started back to the Impala, keys in hand. �She knows.�

Dean was puzzled by this and went after him. �Knows? Knows what?� As he said the words, Sam stopped to look his brother in the eyes and it hit him. �Do I even want to know?� He chimed softly and Sam gave a half smile. �Alright fine, give me the keys.� Sam just gave him a weary look and Dean growled. �Seriously, give me the keys and we�ll go back.�

Sam gave him that look, �seriously?�

�No I want to drive off a cliff!� Dean spat sarcastically and gave his brother a shove toward the Impala. �Get in the damned car so we can go back and invite more unwanted drama into our lives.�

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