"They're going to wonder why our clothes are all fucked up."

"I think that's the last thing they'll be thinking about, Sam." She said as she poured the concentrated borax into the emergency water tank. It hooked into the building's fire hoses and sprinkler systems. The sprinkler system would set off outside alarms and make the police aware of something going on before they were ready. With the hose they could damage the whole nest before finishing them off with their machetes.

It had been consistent in every factory, the levi slept in the cafeteria. They were a pack monster, Sam guessed. Devi just appreciated the ease of finding them. She practically skipped down the halls following the signs. She was smiling and excited. She stopped to twirl around a pillar, she fell into Sam's chest, laughing. He loved her happiness, even if it was temporary.

"I probably shouldn't laugh so loud. Hell hath no fury like a hibernating leviathan," she giggled and mimed zipping her lips and looked up at Sam who smiled back at her. "What are you smiling about, Winchester?"

"You," he said without hesitation. Fear flickered behind his eyes and she pushed out of his arms, but he grabbed her wrist gently. "Dev—" and suddenly he was pushed against the wall, arms pinned by her strong hands. He could over power her, but he was too curious to see what was going to happen. She looked him dead in the eyes for a moment. He saw a universe of anger, hurt, and fear in them. But he also saw a hint of longing and need. She leaned forward on her tiptoes and kissed him passionately. She smelled like cinnamon and gun oil, and she wasted no time before her tongue flicked out against his lips and he obliged her request. But then suddenly the heat was gone, and she was back to skipping away towards the cafeteria. He stood against the wall, stunned, arms still where they had been held, trying to figure out what happened.

They stumbled through the half dark. Dean held tight to the stake they'd made and Castiel lead the way with his hand drawn map. They hadn't said anything in the hours since they'd left Edmund's cabin. But if they kept this pace they'd be at the portal in two days. Dean was the first one to say anything.

"Are we going to talk about it?"

"Talk about what, Dean?"

"Last night," he grunted as he tripped over a fallen log.

"There's nothing to talk about. I merely provided body heat and companionship in your hour of need."

"Castiel that's bullshit."

Castiel stopped dead and Dean ran into him, but it was like colliding with a wall and he fell back a few steps. The angel turned to the hunter, and Dean could see even in this light there was anger in his eyes.

"What's bullshit, Dean Winchester, are your inconsistent feelings. You hate me, you love me. You want me, you don't. So please, tell me, when is the next part of that coming?"

"Cas, come on. This is new to me!" he defended, Castiel turned and kept walking. Dean ran forward and grabbed his shoulder, "Listen to me, please. I know I'm a douchebag, trust me I am well aware. But I realized something, Cas. You've never given up on me, even after the horrible things I've done and said to you. I took you for granted and you deserved none of it. You deserve, god this sound so corny…You deserve my full heart."

The shoulder under his hand relaxed a bit and the angel turned back to him. Dean couldn't help himself, he just leaned out and kissed Castiel. It was gentle and tender. But the angel smiled.

"Let's make it through Purgatory with our hearts in our chests first, and then you can give me yours."

His hand slipped down and claimed Dean's free hand. And they continued walking to something that would almost certainly be their death.

Sam held the hose in both hands, and Devi reached up to lock the door into an open position. She turned the hose on, and they waited for a few agonizing seconds for the borax spiked water to begin to flow. All Sam could think about was the kiss. It'd come from nowhere. He wasn't complaining, but he wanted another one. And that was something that wasn't going to happen. Suddenly the hose kicked back like a shotgun and the water sprayed forth and the shrieks of the beasts could be heard.

"Party time!"

Sam sprayed back and forth, making sure to get them all good. At first they were too confused to react beyond howling. But when a couple started to charge, Devi cut off their heads with the brutality of a Spartan and the grace of a ballerina. Water and leviathan blood coated the ground. The levi in their dress shoes slipped and slid in their dress shoes, and Devi's tennis shoes held her steady as she decimated them. Sam could feel the water sputtering out, and he threw down the hose and ran to turn it off before grabbing his machete. He watched Devi cleave a pretty blonde leviathan's head in half and it took his breath away. She was like a panther with her grace and viciousness. She wasn't a fire cracker, she was a stick of dynamite.

Together they finished off the batch. By now their swings were perfected and they worked like a well oiled machine.

They placed the charges and walked back to the door they had broken in through.

"Show time," she smiled as she pressed the detonator and ran from the shuttering building now belching smoke, screaming at the police to get out and call the fire department. The blast knocked them down, and he looked up to see her smiling at him, scrape on her forehead tricking blood. He thought he might be in love with her.