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Nightmares...	By : OnyxWildcat Category: Supernatural > Het - Male/Female Views: 3632 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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�Aiden�� Sam�s voice drifted through her ears causing every fine hair along her spine to stand on end. That name...she�d never heard spoken before...not even her parents who wrote it down on her birth certificate. And for some reason...hearing it leave Sam�s lips made her feel as though he�d punched a large whole through her walls.

She gave a nod and stepped back, allowing them to come in. �Guys�� She answered softly as Sam looked deeply into her eyes and walked passed, Dean just at his heels. Cat went to step back when Dean caught her gaze. There was something there, just beneath the surface...a secret emotion shimmering within the depths of his soul and just like that, it was gone as he broke the stare and walked into the house.

�Before anything is said�� Her words trailed off into the awkward silence around them as she shut and locked the doors. �...I want to apologize.� She explained while leaning against the doors, trying to keep from biting her bottom lip. �Guess the jack hit me harder then I thought.�

Dean and Sam shared a look before clearing their throats, trying to ease the tension that seemed to cling to their pores.

�Cat, I think there�s something you should know.� Sam began while his hands dug into the pockets of his jacket.

She knew he was struggling with an explanation as to why he could have visions. Being the helpful person that she was, she simplified it for him. �I know Sam�� Both brothers gave her an odd questioning look, �you have visions.�

This even had Dean a little spooked. �How�d you know that?�

Cat let out a sigh, �I�ve been having them too. Didn�t know what they were at first, hell, I just wrote�em off as nightmares. But I had one not more then maybe twenty minutes after you two left��

Sam swallowed, �but this time you remembered?�

She nodded. �Yup.� Cat let out a soft, nervous laugh and finally let herself look them in the eye. �Funny, cuz usually when I have a nightmare about being attacked and raped, the last thing I want to do when I wake up is call the person I dreamt about.�

�Whoa,� Dean interjected and looked at Sam, his eyes casting an emotion of confusion. �You never told me there was rape in the visions.�

Sam�s brow creased, forming into an expression of deep seeded guilt. �No� I didn�t.� He replied softly, met Cat�s eyes for a moment and had to physically tear himself away by walking toward the kitchen. �I couldn�t Dean.�

Dean finally understood why Sam was always so careful around Cat. From the very beginning, at the park�he could tell Sam was hiding something from him. Dean knew there was something different about Sam since they first drove into San Pedro�almost like a switch had went off in Sam�s brain and unleashed something. But what? Dean wasn�t going to think about that, not yet. Not until he sat those two down and finally got everything out in the open.

�Alright you two, conference time.� Dean exclaimed and motioned for Sam and Cat to join him on the couch in the living room. When Sam and Cat looked at each other and then to Dean, as if confused, Dean plopped down on the couch and patted the cushion to his left. �Let�s sit down and lay everything out on the table.�

Cat looked to Sam, met his eyes briefly and had to take in a sharp breath at the sheer velocity of guilt residing just within the depths of his iris�s. Taking a moment to swallow down the lump of anxiety in her throat, she waited as Sam went first and sat down next to Dean and Cat followed but took the leather recliner just across from them; an ancient looking treasure chest in the middle, set up as a coffee table.

�I guess I should finally fill you two in about me, right?� Cat announced softly while curling her left leg under her right leg and letting it rest off the recliner.

�Better time then any.� Dean replied while leaning forward and rested his arms on his thighs, his fingers entwined.

�Just take your time Aiden, we don�t want to force you.� Sam added saying her first name again, sitting in the same position as his brother and noticed when two wolves emerged from virtually no where. The sleek frame of Ripley to Cat�s left, while Riddick sat directly to her right, his eerie electric blue gaze oozing with warning.

Just seeing this caused a question to dance on Sam�s lips. �Are they your familiars?�

�Yea Cat, what�s with the wolves? They don�t exactly strike me as house pets.� Dean chimed in a soft, playful tone which held no animosity in it. Which didn�t matter, it caused Riddick to growl at the comment. �Okay that�s just friggin� creepy. Big guy keeps responding every time I make a comment. Like he can understand what I�m saying.�

Cat sighed and gently stroked the velvet like fur on Riddick�s massive shoulders. �That�s because he can. They all can.� She replied and watched Riddick�s eyes peer at her as he craned his big head, a slight smirk suddenly appearing along his closed jaws.

�Did he just smirk?!� Dean spat in quiet surprise and witnessed Riddick turn his gaze on him, his lips curling back in a weird motion. He was grinning! �Holy sh��

Cat cut him off with a soft laugh. �Yup, they can smirk, in Riddick�s case give a full grin. They�re not like normal wolves, or any animals I�ve come across.�

�Obviously�� Sam said breathlessly, held in amazement at what he was seeing when he heard a soft chuckle of an older woman, noticed it wasn�t Cat and shot his gaze to Ripley� A slight curve to her jaws as a knowing chuckle echoed from her chest. �They�re not familiars�are they?�

�No. And they�re not some kind of werewolf either, so don�t get silver happy. Which interestingly enough, is our favorite metal.� Cat replied and brought her hands up, palms facing her and wiggled her fingers, flashing four silver rings on each hand; both index fingers bare of any metal. She then motioned to her right ear where six silver loops hung; the second hole adorning a small silver Ankh dangling on the hoop as she moved. Cat turned her head to the right revealing only one silver loop and then pointed to the right side of her small nose. �It�s pierced and I usually where a silver loop here as well.�

�I guess we can rule the silver out.� Dean chuckled and looked to Sam, who had a slight hint of pain there�he was probably remembering Madison. He cleared his throat and visibly sobered, pushing back the images of Sam�s pain trickling down his face when he walked away from Dean�his eyes pleading before he walked out of the room and went to Madison� �What are some of your major weakness� Say, for instance, the ocean? Salt? Garlic? Guns? Dangerously sexy hunters?�

Sam rolled his eyes at the last comment out of Dean�s mouth and looked to Cat as she let out a laugh. �I love guns, the ocean, salt, garlic� Not too sure about the last part, sometimes I find them a little too cocky and pigheaded.� She chimed and watched Dean give a half smile�always a good sign.

�Okay�about me.� She said, going back to the previous question and worried her bottom lip between her teeth as the thoughts began to mold into words, waiting to be spoken. �My parents were biblical fanatics turned Hunters. They were really bad too. Dragging me and my older brother to the worst places. Hell my first real memory to this day is of some kind of demon about to attack me. I was three years old. My parents used me as bait. Heh�they always did. Damn thing nearly got me too. Funny thing is, when it got within about a foot and a half of me cowering in an alley, it stopped. It almost looked like it saw something and I don�t know�it seemed afraid. But that was when my Dad came out of nowhere and took its head off with a machete.�

Sam and Dean�s expressions were priceless. They both had the same look of being completely appalled and intrigued all in the same emotion. Dean spoke up, his voice uncharacteristically gentle. �You were used as bait?�

Cat nodded like it was nothing unheard of. �Yup. Always did. They never told me why. Until I started noticing weird things��

�Like what?� Sam asked, following along with focused eyes.

�Well, I didn�t know what it was at first. Shit I was just three when I started picking up on it. But little by little, �bout the time I was big enough to start talking back, I was five, and I started asking my big brother all kinds of questions.�

As Cat paused Dean�s eyes glistened at the memory of little Sammy at five years old asking him questions about why they didn�t have a mom, and where dad would go for days at a time. This struck Dean deeply, causing a few old emotions to stir in reaction.

�I asked where mommy and daddy went for days at a time, why they made me bring the bad things to them. Of course Mitchell would tell me they were seeing an old friend, and that I was special. He explained it to me after we watched poltergeist for the first time. I was about six at the time when we saw it, damn good movie by the way.� She paused with a sad chuckle and gave a slight smile as Riddick leaned all of his weight on her leg; his way of being supportive. �Mitchell said, �See how that little girl is like a beacon of light? The spirits thinking she�s an angel?� I remember nodding and he kinda smiled and said, �you�re just like her Cat. To Mom, Dad and Me, you�re just Cat. To them, you�re like a gateway to this world. A really bright light that makes them want to be close to you. That�s why Mom and Dad need you on Hunts.� Even at six, I completely understood what he was saying, seeing as he was fourteen going on thirty. I guess you can say we never had a childhood. Especially since our parents basically forced us to raise ourselves.�

�You attract things to you?� Sam asked and watched her give a slow, almost guilty nod. �That must have been really hard for you growing up.�

�You have no idea�� She murmured in a whisper just loud enough for them to catch if they were really listening. �I was very close to my brother, literally latched onto him because my parents were strangers to me. But, seeing as my brother was much older then me, he always pushed me away. He had a bad temper too. He�d explode on me telling me I was an accident and that I was never meant to be born. Sometimes I wondered if he was telling the truth by how my parents seemed closer to him then me.�

Cat paused again and shifted her leg out from under her and leaned forward. �For instance, my mom literally didn�t speak to me unless Mitch was around. Like she was afraid of me or something. My dad however, total wack-job. He was always a very hard and silent man, his eyes almost seemed void of emotions when he�d look at me. I remember one time, right before my brother left at fourteen�he was drinking, had been after we bagged a Djinn, you know one of those genie fuckers with tattoos and glowing eyes. My dad seemed to look upset when the thing actually took one look at me and started to panic. Anyway, when dad was past his twelfth beer, about five sheets to the wind, he starting rambling to me. Started saying really weird and hurtful shit. Like I wasn�t supposed to exist� That he and mom saw me as a blessing at first and then knew that I was a curse. That I wasn�t really his daughter and that�s why he loved Mitch more��

�He fucking said that to you?! At Six years old!� Dean spat with anger lacing his tone, his knuckles showing white as he gripped the material of his jeans, just above his knees.

�Jesus�� Sam added under his breath as his jaws clenched. They both held anger on their faces as Cat gave them a look over and sighed, trying to get her thoughts in order.

�Oh it gets better.� Cat started and gave a dark chuckle, one that swam with the pain of that night. �I asked him why he was saying those things and my dad stopped in mid drink, looked down at me and narrowed his eyes. I never saw my dad look at me like that�like I was some kind of monster. And it was his voice that sealed the deal when he said that I was Lucifer�s child. Satan�s little bitch daughter. That being born on Christmas eve at 3am stated I was a werewolf in Russian lore. As though it was a mockery of Christ�s birth. He also rambled on that�s why he and mom dragged me on Hunts�because the things we Hunted, wanted to be close to me because I was evil. Which still doesn�t make a damn bit of sense, even to this day. You gotta remember, my parents weren�t all there up stairs. They were short a few spark plugs and were driving in first when they were stuck in neutral. Hence the reason why other Hunters kept a big distance from us.�

�You were treated like a monster?� Sam stated, tension his voice as his eyes�revealed a silent rage. �Why did your brother leave and not take you with him?�

�I think he started to hate me. Hate me because he knew he couldn�t protect me from our parents. Poor kid was a bundle of nerves and was gonna snap if he didn�t get away. He actually got into a screaming match with our dad the night he left. He was fed up with our parents treating me like some kind of dog and just went off. He started screaming at them when they tried to make me go on another Hunt for one of those demons that steal the breath from little kids after we�d just got back and I nearly got torn to shreds from one of those little kid demons with the long claws. Eventually the yelling and screaming got so bad that he had me in a corner, pinned between him and the wall. I was just beside myself with tears. I couldn�t protect myself from them. Mitch was literally placed between me and my screaming parents as they waved around one of those old world bibles and kept saying that I was the reincarnation of Satan.�

�Needless to say Mitch dragged me out of the house and we hid at an old church for the night. I forget what state we were in, I think it might have been one of those backwater states that are overgrown with woodlands. That night he just held me as I sobbed�and in the morning I woke up to find that he was gone. He wrote me a small note that said it wasn�t my fault and that he had to get away from me and my parents. After that�things just got worse.�

Dean swallowed hard and furrowed his brow. �That Britney thing, wasn�t really a Britney. Another Hunter, named Steve had a file on you. I was just doing some research and thought to have your name checked on. I had no idea you had such a thick file.� His voice faded as he ran a hand through his short, spiky brown hair and dropped his hand in his lap. �Steve said he knew Lewis.�

Cat gave a wry gin, looking very impressed. �I figured that�s why Steve called me yesterday, before I met you two.�

�Wait, he called you?� Sam asked, eyebrows high in question as she just nodded, still smiling.

�Oh yea� Steve�s known me since I first came into Lewis�s life. He called me up to tell me you two were headin� my way. That�s why I knew about you two, have for a long time.�

Dean looked to the ground and groaned out, �that bastard.�

�You knew about us? Why didn�t you say anything?� Sam asked, his mind reeling.

�I said I knew of you, but I didn�t Know you. I�m not stupid, I wanted to make sure you guys were the real thing and not shape shifters. Don�t take offense, I�m just a cautious person.� She answered calmly and gave a very soft chuckle, �besides if I had mentioned that I knew about you two, you would have been paranoid about me, well�more so then you already are. I bet that Siren report is still connected to me, isn�t it?�

�Uh�yea.� Sam answered, his jaw slightly agape. �How well do you know Steve?�

She shook her head with smile. �Steve wanted to date me for years, but I never wanted that kind of relationship from him. He was the one that helped me rebuild Rachel. He also helped me with Wolverine, who�s sitting under a tarp in the garage. Oh, and yea�this was all a bit of a set up. Bobby and Ellen used to call and check on Lewis during his last days on this earth. They actually came out here to visit and brought Jo with them. Ash couldn�t make it because he promised Ellen he�d watch the roadhouse while she was gone.�

�Whoa wait, wait, wait�� Dean interrupted, his face full of questions. �Steve knew all along? You know Bobby, Ellen, Jo and Ash? Well that�s friggin� fantastic�� He looked to Sam, �why are we always the last ones to know?�

�Guys I�m really sorry about all of this. Steve knew through Bobby that you guys were headin� out here. He thought it would be a good idea if he led you two in my direction. Thought that maybe you guys could help me with the fucking thing that�s been following me.� Cat explained softly while biting her bottom lip so hard she nearly drew blood.

�That�s what I first thought when Steve told me about you.� Dean added thoughtfully, but still felt really betrayed that he and Sam were played by everyone. �I still can�t believe that Steve fuckin� set us up. Makes me feel like an ass for actin� the way I did earlier��

�Honey, don�t beat yourself up over it. You were mislead and acted accordingly.� Cat reassured in a compassionate tone and gave Dean a small, warm smile.

�That�s weird�how all of this turned out.� Sam said almost as though he were thinking out loud.

Cat noted the way he was bent forward, resting his hand on his chin, his thoughts racing across his intense gaze. �How so?�

�The visions, about�well�� Sam couldn�t say it out loud. It hurt him, stung him in such a way it literally caused his chest to tighten from the intensity of it. �It was almost inevitable� Like something was guiding me to you.�

�Uh Sam, who has the car?� Dean chimed in dry sarcasm. �you�re not the only one who got dragged into this.�

�You know what I meant by that Dean.� Sam countered and watched Dean roll his eyes. �So�� Sam began to change the subject, back to a previous question which was still unanswered. �What happened after your brother left leading up to this point?�

Cat went silent for a moment and visibly turned pale. �It�s�still very hard to talk about.�

�Try�� Sam said softly, trying to encourage her.

Cat looked at the windows, watching as the light from outside started to dim against the dark blinds. Knowing that she had to relive old terrors, opening old wounds�but she had to tell them. She wasn�t sure what it was, maybe the slight presence of Lewis pushing her to have a little faith in the young men waiting for her response. So she took a deep needed breath, got up and walked over toward an old fire place, at the very right of the front doors, right in the middle of the wall. �My parents found me in the old church and immediately accused me of running Mitch off. After that, my life was seven years of hell. They started to lock me into closets where ever they stopped at, or had my wrists and ankles tied with duct tape so they could stop me from trying to escape when I was in the back of the cab of their old �85 Wagoneer. There was a few times I was tied to something when they�d go Hunting. Of course nothing ever got too close. It�s weird��

Cat paused, put her left hand up on the ledge of the fireplace and looked to the floor. �It�s almost as though as every year passed, the demons we�d Hunt that were drawn to me, grew more fearful of me when they got close enough to catch my gaze. I never understood why that was, but I was very thankful for it. Now�this continued until I was �bout eleven I think. We were drawn to the boonies of Oregon, can�t remember the city, just remember trees�everywhere. My parents were on the heels of some mythical entity; somethin� about it being a shape shifter. At that point I just didn�t care anymore�I hadn�t even hit puberty yet and all I wanted was for it to end. I felt so old inside, and I was just so sick of being treated like a thing. I was hoping that whatever we were Hunting, would get the balls to just kill me.�

Sam and Dean remained silent as she took another moment to get her bearings. They could tell by the way she was supporting herself on the fire place that she was physically straining to get the memories out of her mouth. That it was taking every ounce of her strength to stay standing and keep her emotions in check. Sam wanted so badly to get up and hold her, keep her upright and help ease the pain that was weighing heavily on her soul. Hell even Dean was thinking the same thing. They hated seeing someone in pain, especially a woman they were both starting to have feelings for. Which of course...was never a part of the plan.

Dean knew why Sam would get a soft spot for her, she was gorgeous in her own pigheaded kind of way. He just couldn�t stomach the way he was responding to her. She was so much like him, it was almost scary. The way she joked, her attitude, even the way she stood her ground when they got into that argument. But she was also a lot like Sam in the way she spoke and the look in her eyes. Talk about the perfect woman.

Dean pushed the thoughts away and snuck a gaze at Sam, who strangely enough, seemed to be having the same inner emotional conflict. They met eyes, shared a look of deep understanding and looked back at Cat. There was a very slight sense of competition hanging around them, but thankfully it was over shadowed when she found her voice and continued her dark story.

�It was around 12:35am when things changed. My parents had finally found the location where that demon was hiding, which just happened to be right next to the Oregon coast. Heh, I remember thinking about Goonies and the old classic The Fog when we camped for the night in a small motel just a ten minute walk away from the beach. They had me tied up as usual, but left my feet free. I was dragged out of the room by my hair because I was crying. I can�t remember why exactly, I was just absolutely fucking terrified for some reason. I don�t know whether it was because my parents had finally went off the deep end and were about to sacrifice me, or that I knew something really bad was going to happen. Well�needless to say my instincts were spot on. My parents were set on letting the demon kill me. I learned this when they left me tied to an old tree on a lone street in the middle of the fucking woods, which was just across the street from the beach. I must have been there for hours, I could tell by the full moon rising that it had to have been 3am already when the air went silent. There wasn�t a sound anywhere, except for the ocean off in the distance. Even with the moonlight pouring down around me, I felt like I was being swallowed by a shadow that seemed to grow out of the darkness. I heard hissing and felt tears hitting me again when the shadow finally formed into some kind of shape. I couldn�t look at it. My eyes were clenched so tightly shut I started to see weird streams of lights causing my temples to pulse. I felt hot breath on my face and started shaking. I was so scared. I realized at that moment that I didn�t want to die. Not like that. Then out of no where I heard some kind of weird singing and I opened my eyes. The thing in front of me had moved away, hissing as it backed up�like it was afraid of something behind me.�

Cat paused for a minute, hating the images pouring through her mind as if they had only happened yesterday. �Long story short� It chased off whatever shape shifting demon my parents were hunting. I never saw the thing, because my parents came out of nowhere, snatched me up and dragged me away. They actually had packed everything and had me in the Wagoneer all ready to go and just started driving. They were arguing with each other as we drove toward the border of California. I didn�t say anything, as usual, when my mom started yelling at my dad about being tracked by a Siren. I guess that in using me as bait to catch demons, they got exactly what they�d wanted. But this time, it was Hunting us. Which of course was all my fault once again. We were on the road, more then usual until I hit thirteen and my parents got sloppy. They came here, to San Pedro, and just dropped me off at the park you guys met me at. They were so far gone mentally at that point they didn�t even know who I was. The last thing my dad told me was that he and my mom were never my real parents� That Mitch had found me outside of a house engulfed with flames, crying and screaming in the arms of a man that had been severely burned trying to save my life. Apparently my so called parents had known my real parents before I was born. And after only being a few months old, my real father gave his life by saving mine.�

A few tears trickled openly from her eyes and this time, she didn�t wipe them away. �He told me that and just left me there. If it hadn�t been for Lewis taking a walk in the park that day, I probably would have wound up dead. Needless to say he took me in and only a few months went by when we saw the news report that the Siren had finally caught up to my parents. After that, I was home schooled and fell in love with his old Impala Rachel and wanted to make her like he remembered her back in �67. At fourteen I finally hit puberty and all of these strange abilities started surfacing. They hit me real hard at sixteen. Found out that I was an Empath and that when I got upset, I could cause slight weather changes around me. I also found that I could speak to the dead and have them speak through me. I also had the ability to calm anyone down by singing. Never had visions, just nightmares. And sometimes the nightmares would have a very strong meaning that was a warning.�

She stopped abruptly and gave the guys an apologetic look. �I�m sorry�I didn�t mean to tell you everything��

Seeing her visibly shake at being so vulnerable Sam finally stood up and went to her, brought his large right hand to her face and gently wiped the tears away from her soft skin. �We want to know� You�ve gone through so much in your life, and you have no idea how much me and Dean understand what that feels like. It�s okay to talk about it, we want you to. And you know how much I want you to talk about this.� Sam�s compassionate tone faded off as she let her eyes meet his. �How long has it been since you�ve let anyone in?�

Cat�s jaws clenched as her eyes went to the floor. �Three years�� She replied in a whisper of a voice and cleared her throat. �My fianc�... His name was Robert.�

Dean was on his feet at this point, just to Sam�s side so he could look into Cat�s eyes directly. �Did he flip and just take off after you told him?� He asked in a protective tone and she looked at him, her emotions revealing themselves for anyone to see. ��Cuz if he did I�ll go track him down and beat him senseless for you.�

A small smile adorned her tight features at Dean�s comment. �That�s very sweet Dean�� Her voice was broken and hoarse, as though she�d been screaming inside for hours.

Cat swallowed and started to walk away from them toward the kitchen, leaving the brothers behind her in slight confusion. �If you want to find him�� She said with a louder voice as she felt them start to follow her to the back door. Cat stood on the deck of the patio and turned just so that the left side of her profile was apparent, ��you�ll have to go to Green Hills Cemetery.�

Sam and Dean approached and nearly stopped in their tracks when her words hit their ears. She gave a small shrug of her shoulders and sighed. �I need a cig.� Grabbed her pack and lighter off the table on the patio, put one to her lips and inhaled the bittersweet poison as the small flame licked the end, causing the tobacco to burn a brilliant red in the early hours of night. With a slow sigh of relief, she allowed the smoke to twist away from her lips and sat down in a chair farthest from the door.

* * * *

Sam had been shown his room on the second floor, along with Dean who�s room was right across from his. Cat hadn�t spoken much after the comment about her late fianc� being in a cemetery. It�s as though she had completely shut down, unable to pull anymore strength out of herself to speak any further. Sam felt for her, more then she would ever know. When she had spoken about being found in the arms of her burnt father�he felt his stomach clench into a thousand knots. And then the fianc� comment�god how was he going to get through the night not being able to talk to her?

She was cold, distant in a sense. As though she had said too much and was regretting it. Even Dean picked up on it, and as much as he hated the whole chick flick stuff, he wished there was a way he could comfort her. He wasn�t sure if she�d react well to him wanting to make amends for the way he spoke earlier. It was buggin� him real bad, kinda like that ache of guilt swelling in the back of your mind giving you a migraine.

He hated the feeling, but he decided it best to leave that warm and fuzzy shit to Sam. Besides it was his fault we got into this mess in the first place�right? I mean I shouldn�t get all hell bent over some emotionally screwed up chick with a rap sheet worse then me and Sam�s put together. Still�I kinda like her. She�s a pistol with a bad temper and a sharp tongue. Always liked that in a woman. But Sam�s already got his eyes on her. Heh�he�ll probably end up with her with that puppy act he�s got. Hmmm, well�maybe not. She doesn�t seem too happy with either of us, can�t blame her there. Poor kid�s been shit on by men all her life. Dean thought to himself while flipping mindlessly through channels on the TV set up in his room. It wasn�t even 8pm yet and there he was, lying back on his queen sized bed, happy he had cable but he couldn�t seem to get himself to focus. Driving had taken a toll on him and he was tired� He just, couldn�t get her out of his head.

* * * * *

Cat had exited the second floor and went back out onto the patio sporting a large black shirt and gray loose sweat pants. She carried a bottle of Jack Daniels in one hand, cigarette in the other. She knew the boys were upstairs, and even if one of�em decided to make their presence known�she could give a flying fuck. Cat was set on drinking as much as she could until it forced her into a drunken stooper. That would at least make the anxiety in her chest settle down and allow her to finally get some sleep. Maybe the alcohol would stop the nightmares.

* * *Twenty Minutes later* * *

Unable to sleep, Sam got up and left his room. He snuck over to Dean�s room and cracked the door open. There was Dean, snoring softly with his hand still clutching the TV remote. Sam smiled at that and closed the door, making a point not to wake his exhausted brother. Finding himself a little thirsty, he crept down the old flight of stairs and turned to walk into the kitchen when he noticed the patio was still well lit. Figuring Cat might still be up, he went to the fridge, got out a coke and then made his way to the patio.

Sure enough, the scent of smoke danced on the cool night breeze as Cat sat at the table, looking off into the distance while taking a drink of straight whiskey. Sam was a little surprised at how well she handled her liquor as she let out a very soft sigh and took another drag of her cigarette; as though she had done this every night of her life.

�Can�t sleep?� He asked gently, hoping he wouldn�t surprise her and stepped onto the patio.

Cat merely shrugged, didn�t look at him and flicked the ash of her cigarette into an ashtray on the table. �Nope.� She replied and heard the chair opposite to her get pulled out and then sat in. With a slightly aggravated sigh she turned her head and gave a questioning smirk at Sam�s attire. He was just wearing a gray shirt and black boxers. �You got a pair of nice legs there, Sammy.� She chuckled, finally feeling the whiskey taking its effect on her system. She smiled at how her comment caused a blush to invade his cheeks.

He cleared his throat and tried to push the feeling of embarrassment away when he finally met her eyes. �Thanks�� Sam said in a bashful tone and tapped his fingers on his thighs, trying to think of a way to get his thoughts out without getting her upset.

She noticed he was thinking and set the bottle of jack on the table. �Spit it out, I know you want to ask me something.� Cat mused softly, knowing that she was buzzed, and not caring.

Sam suddenly felt like he was under a spot light by the way her eyes seemed to burn into him. �I do, I�m just trying to word it right.�

�Uh huh� Here have a drink.� She stated and pushed the bottle across the table. �That should help a little.�

Sam took the bottle in his hands, looked at it and shook his head, �no�I shouldn�t.� He replied and went to push it back to her when her hand stopped its progress; her small fingers brushing against his. Sam thought about it for a moment, especially the cool touch of her flesh against his and finally got his courage. �Alright�but I warn you now, I�m a shitty drunk.� And with that said he took off the cap and brought the opening to his lips.

Cat let out a laugh while clapping as he swigged at least two rather large gulps and put the bottle back on the table, gasping for air. �Good job Sam! You should catch up to me in no time.� She winked and saw the look on his face. �Now hurry up and drink down some of that coke before you throw up.� She giggled and took the bottle back, had another small gulp and put the cap back on.

Sam�s chest burned at the harshness of the whiskey and was instantly relieved as the cold soda took the burn away and settled nicely in his stomach. After finishing nearly half of the can�s contents, he set it gently on the table and gave a smile.

Cat tried to keep a straight face as she motioned to her chin, indicating he�d missed. �You got a little right here�� She said and Sam immediately wiped his mouth and chin with the back of his left hand. �It�s okay, happens to the best of us.� Cat mused with a chuckle, set her cigarette at the edge of the ashtray and got up. Before Sam could ask where she was going, she walked right up to him and gently patted him on the shoulder. �Easy there tiger, I�ll be right back. I just want to get a coke.�

Sam watched her stroll into the house, grab a coke from the fridge and he swore she seemed to saunter back over. He found himself watching the elegant sway of her shapely hips and tore himself away quickly when she noticed him staring at her.

�How the hell can you drink that without getting heartburn?� Sam inquired with another drink of his coke, playing off the fact that she had caught him basically drooling at her.

�Lots of practice.� Cat chuckled and seated herself across from him and took a drink of the cold coke in her hand. �I�m a little buzzed right now, so go ahead and take advantage of the opportunity.�

Sam nearly choked mid drink of his coke. �I�m sorry, did you just say�?�

Cat barked out a soft laugh and shook her head. �What I mean by that is I�m more capable of answering questions without getting defensive. I�m the kind of person that admits I use being drunk as a way to be more entertaining.�

�Ah�gotcha.� Sam replied with a knowing smile and found that he was�in fact, a light weight. The alcohol was already streaming through his blood, which felt nice at first� Loosening up the nervous tension that had settled in his stomach. Sam cleared his throat at the warm and fuzzy feeling that replaced his anxiety and met her gaze with a little more confidence. �I couldn�t sleep because I was worried about you��

�I figured as much.� She replied and took another drag off her half smoked cigarette. She paused as she blew the smoke away from her lips, looked to the cigarette and then to Sam. �My smoking doesn�t bother you�does it?�

He shrugged, feeling the warmth in his stomach spread into his chest. �Yes and no� Personally if you kissed me I don�t think I�d care much.� Sam�s eyes widened at his own blatant comment and turned as red as the coca-cola can in his hands. �I am so sorry�I don�t know why I just said that�wow�� He said and then softly added, �I really must be a lightweight.�

Cat licked her lips, a smile spreading across her face. �You wouldn�t care about my smoking if I kissed you?� She repeated the question in a very soft spoken voice, her eyes sparkling with a hidden mischievousness.

A lump formed in the back of Sam�s throat as her voice seemed to flutter against his spine, trailing his flesh with a feather like touch. He looked away, unable to meet her intense gaze and tried to reply. �I uhm�� He didn�t know what to say to that. He had said it himself, but he really didn�t know how to answer it without sounding like a little boy with a crush. �Uhm�wow,� he laughed and ran a hand through his hair, still avoiding her eyes. �I�m really embarrassed.�

�Don�t be.� Cat replied softly and gave him a warm smile, one he�d never seen on her face before. He actually sat up straight at the sight of it and couldn�t tear his eyes away. There was a glow to her skin as she looked into his eyes, as though she was showing herself for the first time.

Her voice brought his attention back. �What? What is it?� She asked with that smile on her face, a slight raise in her high arched brows.

Sam grew a slow and very stupid smile on his face. �Nothing�� He said in a voice that was nearly a breathless sigh of amazement and added, �you have a very beautiful smile.�

Now it was her time to blush as she took her eyes away and gave a bashful giggle, something she hadn�t done in years. Realizing this, she seemed to sober a little, a slight smile dancing on her lips as her cheeks continued to flush from his compliment. �Thanks�haven�t had anyone tell me that in a very long time.� Cat admitted in a quiet voice and snuffed her cigarette into the ashtray, her cheeks still warm.

Suddenly another presence appeared out of the kitchen, arms held across his chest. �So, havin� a party without me?� Both Sam and Cat looked up and saw Dean standing just under the light of the patio, a grin plastered on his face.

�We couldn�t sleep.� Sam said with a slight hint of irritation in his voice and watched Dean give a slow nod.

�I can see that�� Dean chimed and looked to the Jack Daniels on the table and raised a brow. �Cat, you should be warned�� He said and pulled up a chair next to Sam. �He doesn�t know how to hold his liquor.�

She studied his face for a moment and pushed the Jack toward him, which he took without hesitation. �So far he�s doing okay.� Cat said in Sam�s defense and saw a grateful smile slip across Sam�s lips. He mouthed the words thank you as Dean took a swig from the bottle and set it down, not seeing the wink Cat gave his little brother in reply.

�Damn woman, this is some strong whiskey.� Dean sighed and stole Sam�s coke, draining it of its contents.

Sam groaned, �thanks�� at his brother drinking the rest of his coke and got up to get another one.

�No problem,� Dean grinned and then tilted his head back, �hey since you�re up, get me one.� He called after Sam who just flipped him off as he walked to the fridge. �Yea well I love you too, bitch.�

�Jerk.� Sam retorted in the house, grabbed two cans of coke and walked back out onto the patio.

Dean looked Sam up and down and grew a very cocky smirk. �Someone looks very relaxed.� His voice just oozed sarcasm causing Sam to just roll his eyes and drop the coke in his brother�s lap, nearly hitting his crotch. �Hey! Watch where drop that thing.�

�Oh sorry�� Sam mused with a low giggle and made a point to grab his chair, took it over to Cat and sat down to her left, a triumphant smile on his face.

Cat took a sip of her coke, trying to hide the smile on her lips at the way the brothers were acting. She could tell they were having a slight competition as to who would be able to win her affection first. She actually not only found it very amusing, but very flattering as well.

May the best man win� She thought with the swallow of her soda and leaned back in her chair�waiting for the games to begin.

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