So guys. I got bored and i', writing a mini-fic. This'll probably have five chapters in all and not have much of a plot that goes beyong getting Dean and Cas together.

Its interesting though.

Hope you like.

Disclaimer: I don't own SPN. There. I said it. Now you can kill me cuz life's not worth living if i don't get to own it! KIDDING! KID-DING! I lvoe life. Especialluy a life that gives me all 5 seasons of SPN to watch on the weekends and days off.

Like, you know, my life is right now.

Anyway. I wanna finish the second and third chappies by today, so peace and um... demon blood. Yeah. Peace and demon blood bitchez!

Eve: O.o Kay.

Double Vision

It was supposed to be a routine salt and burn. Find the bastards bones, salt them and watch as the fire turns them to dust. But that, of course is not what happens, because they are the Winchesters and nothing will ever just go RIGHT with them.

It started with Sam convincing him that he needed a nice routine hunt to get back into hunting with a conscience shape. He had his soul back after all and he really wanted to go on this certain hunt back in their home town of Lawrence, Kansas.

And Dean had said no.

And Sam, instead of storming out and saying that Dean had no say in his life and that he was stronger and could do anything he wanted to like NegaSam would have, had begged and begged and given him the puppy eyes and begged. And Dean had let him because it felt so good to have his Sammy back.

That is until the less appealing Sammy aspects came around and his little bro started bitching which made Dean laugh as well as wince and he finally, finally agreed to go on this ghost hunt.

Until they learned that the ghost they were hunting had information on the whereabouts of important weapons of Heaven and that they were a threat to Castiel in his war and that Raphael would have Cas's ass if he got a hold of them. So now, Cas wanted to come. And when Dean realized that it would be one of those hunts that had Cas in the front seat late at night while Sammy slept in the back on a long two week trip, he said no.

It was only because of his self control, god damnit! He really liked Castiel and he didn't want him to get his ass handed to him by Raphael, but that was the problem. He really liked Castiel. And he shouldn't. A few headers like ANGEL and MAN came up but Dean was past caring. He liked Castiel. Really liked him. He'd been the only one he could turn to when they found Sammy had no soul. He'd been the one to help him through the Apocalypse when he couldn't trust his brother, the only person he could trust.

The problem was that Castiel didn't like him the same way and would probably have his ass roasted if he knew what Dean felt for him and wanted to do to him.

Dean had thought he could ignore it. Until the mere mention of his name made Dean have these… dreams and made him do things in the shower that he hadn't done since he was sixteen years old. And Dean just wanted Castiel to be happy and he was pretty sure that he wouldn't be happy with Dean.

At first, Castiel had argued. Had said that it was his safety and the safety of other angels at risk and that he would go with the Winchesters whether he had Dean's permission or not. But then he saw how much it bothered Dean and had dropped it and accepted his decision, making Dean feel like a dick.

But then Sam had butted in. Why was Dean such a dick? Castiel had done so much for Dean, so why shouldn't he come? Was Dean that horrible that he wouldn't let an angel of the lord tag along? Dean had felt increasingly worse until Sam had pulled him aside and explained to him that he wanted Castiel to come. Which made Dean jealous and Sam saw that. He of course assured Dean that he didn't like Cas, not like that, but wanted to make it up to the angel since the last time that they had had a one on one conversation, Sam had had no soul and had told Castiel that if he didn't help him, he would find a way to kill him.

"Dean, I told him that I didn't sleep. That I would do that to him. And I didn't car. I do now. Just-please? Whatever's bothering you about him, I'm sure you can tell the guy. Please?"

And, since his two most favorite people in the world had cornered him (not that he'd ever admit Cas was one of his favorite people, maybe a bit more than Sam sometimes), one with involuntary puppy eyes and involuntary use of Dean's crushing on him and the other with guilt for a time neither one wanted to remember, he said, "Yeah, sure whatever. You can come Cas."

And then, of course, he had to ignore his way to Lawrence whenever Cas came up front for the night and hide his jealousy when it was just Cas and Sam up front since he really needed to sleep and restrain himself from punching his brother when they came to the place that the spirit was supposed to be haunting.

Because it couldn't be a normal spirit, haunting a school, or a house, or a building, or a friggin' bus like that one time. No, the freaking thing was haunting a creepy little warehouse in the middle of nowhere.

Great. Just great.

But of course, it got worse when they all had to split up when they found three trails of ectoplasm going in separate directions. Sam had gone to the basement, Cas had gone to the second floor and Dean had gone straight forward, into the unknown with no one watching his back.

And then, when he'd found nothing and gone back to go outside and meet the others, he found the door was gone. Not 'gone' as in someone pulled a desk in front of it and he couldn't move it or see the door to get out, but 'gone' as in there was just wall where he was sure the door and all the windows for that matter, had been.

They had one powerful ghostie on their hands. One that was probably using what Raphael wanted to get his hands on so bad.

Crap.

And then, the final straw: Dean heard someone in the hall he had just left. And when he ran in, guns blazing, he smashed into someone and came face to face with…

A woman.

Son of a bitch.

So that was where Dean was now. A quick salt and burn had turned into THIS and now, he was freaked out. Going on the hope that Sam and Cas are stuck in the warehouse still, he silently calls Sam's phone behind his back in hopes that his brother will understand that he's needed. Dean doesn't get Cas yet, not wanting to reveal his ultimate escape weapon.

"Who the hell are you?" Dean growls standing up.

The woman got up and tossed back her honey blond hair, her green eyes flashing with annoyance. "I should ask you the same thing, sweetheart."

Dean saw the gun before she pulled it out and grabbed her wrist, wrestling it out of her grasp, just to have her knee him in the stomach. He let out an ooff and then tripped her, just to have her kick him in the face from her spot on the ground.

Who the hell was she?

The next thing he knew, he got a face full of water to the face. Dean blinked a few times and said incredulously, "I'm not a demon."

The woman sniffed and stood up, keeping a few feet from Dean. "Who the hell are you?" she growled.

Spitting off to the side, and wiping his mouth, Dean said, "Dean Winchester. And the pleasure is all mine."

And for some reason, the woman's eyes widened and she went deathly pale. She swallowed a few times, taking a step back and then said weakly, "You… you can't be."

Dean startled at that. "Um… yes. Yes I can. Who the hell are you?" For the millionth time, went unsaid. But it seemed like the woman knew it was implied.

"I'm…" she faltered. "My name is…I…." She took a deep breath, schooling her features as best she could and then said as calmly as she could, "I'm Dean Winchester. And the pleasure's all yours."

DUN DUN DUN-DUN!

It'll be explained soon, so untwist your boxers and lets not get those panties in a bunch.

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demon blood it to Sam as reviews are to me. Kapiche?

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