Early in the morning I awoke first, out of the entire household and heard snoring from my right. I slide across the arm sheets and pressed my lips against Dean's forehead as he smiled in his sleep and smacked his lips before drifitng back off.

With a small smile, I rose out of bed and slide some yoga pants on before moving out of the room and downstairs to make some coffee. Once the small beeping stopped, I poured a cup and stirred in my magical mixture as I slid through the office, the entry way and onto the front porch. 

I dropped into the rocking chair and noticed my Challenger wasn't parked in front of the porch, but was parked beside the Impala a few yards away. I frowned down at my blonde coffee and sighed at the results of the pregnancy test, only for a complete flashback montage to shine through my head:

[SEXY KARMA: CHAPTER 4: WINCHESTER]

I turned from the door and began to slowly make my way downstairs. I took in the still house as it sat quiet, indicating Bobby was still asleep as well, but I froze when my eyes landed on someone lying on the couch.

Asleep.

I squinted at him suspiciously as I slid through the living room and without removing my gaze from him, I backed into the Kitchen only to collide with someone else.

"Shit!" I gasped, spinning around to come face to face-with someone new.

"Uh, Hi." He smiled and I couldn't help but notice his gorgeous smile, dimples, and the way his eyes lit up as he realized what was standing in front of him - a woman. "You're new," he smirked, his eyes tracing Nick's baggy shirt and the illusion of me not wearing pants or shorts seemed to keep his gaze lowered.

"So are you," I stated, shifting around him and moving towards the coffee pot, which already had coffee. "Did you make this?" I asked, looking over my shoulder to realize he was now sitting at the Kitchen table, as I turned to face him, he shot his eyes from my butt to my face to answer.

"Uh, yeah." He answered, sipping on the coffee cup that was placed in front of him. 

* 

"Sam." The taller of the two introduced himself. "Sam Winchester, and you're -?"

"- Dani Rhett." I grinned, reaching over and shaking his hand.

"Dani." repeated the other guy at the table.

"That's..." Sam cleared his throat and adjusted himself back against the counter. "...That's Dean."

"Dean?" I repeated, looking over at him, catching him eyeing me again and biting his lower lip. "You're really enjoying yourself, aren't you?"

"I wouldn't if I were you," Dean bit his lip, catching my eyes now.

"Wouldn't what?" I challenged, moving towards the kitchen table and dropping into the same chair I was in last night.

"Tease me like that." He grinned slightly, picking up his cup again. "you won't regret it - but you'd get a little dirty -"

"- Dude this is Bobby's guest, what the hell?" Sam interrupted, catching Dean off guard. "We don't even know who this girl is and you're already -"

"- It's okay." I waved for Sam to calm down. "I'm sure my Boyfriend would have plenty to say about this interaction."

"Boyfriend?" Dean echoed, looking down at my shirt.

"Yeah, the shirt didn't give it away?" I smirked, holding my mug up with both hands. "I'm Bobby's guest, yes..." I nodded at Sam before turning back to Dean. "...but I'm not with Bobby, I came to him for help."

"Help?" asked Sam, moving towards the table now.

"Typical." Dean coughed, earning a glare from Sam and me. Realizing our gaze he spoke again, "What? It's typical a girl like her, taken and a damsel in distress -?"

"I don't think she's a damsel in distress," Sam said, dropping into the chair across from us. "Isn't that your car out there?" Sam gestured towards the front of the house.

"That Purple Challenger?" Dean pushed, looking from Sam to myself.

"Yep." I grinned, watching Dean adjust himself to face me more.

"What year is it -?" He started, but I interrupted him by placing my mug on the table and clearing my throat.

"It's a 1978 Dodge Challenger. It's the second generation of the Challenger and was based on the Mitsubishi Galant Lambda. It can go from 0 to 60 in about 10 seconds. It has a Torque Flite automatic transmission—it's a three-speed with either 77 or 105 horsepower—don't ask me about the engine itself, though." I shrugged, picking up my coffee cup again.

"...Dean are you alright?" asked Sam, as Dean blinked across the table at me.

"Yeah," Dean's voice came out softly this time as he just looked from Sam to me and gave a small grin. Not the same type of grin he had been wearing since we met, but a genuine one. "Where have you been?"

In that moment, our eyes locked again and something foreign came over us. the stare lingered...

*

[SEXY KARMA: CHAPTER 7: MIDNIGHT]

"Hey, Dani." Came a voice from behind me, causing me to whip around. "Can we talk?"

I was pleased to see it was Dean.

"Sure." I nodded as he twisted a top off of a Pepsi as well walked up to the Impala and slid onto the hood, patting the batch of hood next to him, inviting me up. With slight hesitation, I humored him. "What's up?"

"Listen," He sighed, staring off into the soaked parking lot. "you have to know that I'm not used to people sticking around."

I raised an eyebrow and tipped the Pepsi to my lips.

"What I mean by that is," He sighed, gesturing with his hands. "I don't stick around very long, anywhere - at all," He paused as I nodded. "So the fact that you've hung around me this long, is different. I'm used to having to make my move right then and there, get some relief, and move on."

"So, Sam was right?" I teased, pulling my gaze off of him and admiring the reflective pavement.

"Yeah." He chuckled. "The thing is, Dani - I'm sorry if I came onto strong before...I didn't know you weren't single," He started counting on his fingers as he spoke. "I didn't know your Boyfriend would be in the same house, and I didn't know that we'd be working together either."

"Neither did I." I chimed, earning a grin from him.

"I just don't want you to get the wrong idea -"

"- even though you're telling me that the wrong idea you're portraying, you're aware of and you do it often...and Sam was right to warn me about it?" I giggled, earning a moment of pause from him.

Dean's face slowly came over with realization as he just realized he outed himself.

I shook my head and shoved my shoulder into his.

"Don't worry too much about it, Dean." I smiled, looking into his green eyes. "Nick's the only one that has a problem with it."

"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow, amused at my attitude.

"Listen," I sighed, taking a swig. "I come from somewhere, where...not a lot of people look twice at me." I elaborated, as I watched his head turn in my direction, and - for once - his eyes weren't tracing my body, they were studying my face. "So, I"m more than flattered...but I am with Nick."

"You are." Dean nodded, going quiet. "I shouldn't interject myself the way I have," He stated and I opened my mouth to respond, but was caught off guard by his finishing statement. "But I won't stop until you say."

I blinked at him, "Wh -?"

"- all you have to do is say the word," Dean stated, pulling his legs up so he could lean on his knees. "I know this isn't a priority to you right now either, what with Sierra missing and all - but I just wanted you to know where I stood."

I blinked at him again, quiet.

"Dean, we've only known each other for like two days -" I started.

"- and?" He pushed, raising his eyebrows.

"Also, if you had me - theoretically -" I smirked at his eyes. "- you wouldn't like it if someone else was moving in on me the way you are with Nick, would you?"

"I'd find it fun, personally..." He shrugged, sliding off the hood and turning to me. "...but I see your point."

I side off the hood now too, but didn't realize he was going to step towards me as soon as I did that, now he was almost close enough to press me against the Impala grill.

"I will say this though," He stated, more serious as I took in his eyes again. "There's something about you that won't allow me to quit and..." He paused, finding the words. "...and I'm curious, because usually it's a quick process, but there's something different about you." He reached up and brushed some hair out of my face and then caressed it. "Your soul is unique."

I blinked at him, feeling a beautiful moment coming on.

It had rained, the pavement was glass, the moon was shining down on us and he was already saying all the right words. I felt myself want to lean into him, but Nick's face flashed in my head.

"Dean," I sighed, taking his hand off my face gently and lowering it to our sides. "Maybe start slow, and small first -"

"- that's not me -" He uttered, causing me to flush red.

"- yeah, but that's me." I stood firm, letting go of his hand. "I've never had anyone hit on me as often or as hard as you, not even Nick. I'm flattered, but I am with Nick." I stated even more firmly.

"Yeah, you are." He sighed, as I walked around him to start to head back inside, but he caught me by the wrist and turned me around to ask, "But does he make you laugh?"

I paused, staring at him.

I frowned, pulled my wrist out of his grip, and made my way back inside.

*

[SEXY KARMA: CHAPTER 8: RESCUE]

I finished my makeup and quickly snatched the room key before pulling the door shut behind me and making my way to the restaurant, where I was led directly to a booth outside.

"Your choice or theirs?" I asked, dropping into the chair across from Dean.

"Yes." He nodded, as the waitress sat down two beers in front of us and walked back inside. "Uh, how do you do this?"

I lowered my head slightly and raised my eyebrows again, "How do you have a conversation?"

"I know how to do that." He grumbled, tipping the beer to his lips.

I sighed out loud as an awkward silence came over the table, and I began the conversation by asking the typical questions you ask when you're trying to get to know somebody.

"So, where did you and Sam grow up?" I questioned, tipping my bottle to my lips this time as Dean shifted in his chair. "Or is that a sensitive subject?"

"It's sensitive, but it's okay..." He stated, trailing off for a moment. "...we grew up in Kansas, Lawerence to be exact. I was 4 when my Mom died and started hunting when I was 12 -"

I choked on my beer, "12?!"

Dean grinned at my reaction as he leaned against the table to continue. "- Up until I was about 26, I hunted with my Dad - or periodically anyway...then he went missing."

I tilted my head as I took another swig of beer and a plate of mozzarella sticks was placed in between us, and without another word, the waitress disappeared again. I eyed her for a moment and turned back to Dean as he continued.

"I went and got Sammie out of Law school and we've been hunting ever since." He nodded, lowering his gaze.

"Did you ever find your dad?" I asked, empathetically.

"Oh," He shifted a little in the chair and adjusted his jacket. "Yeah, but..." He paused, looking as if he was 100 miles away for a moment and when he came back to me, he stated. "...he's not around anymore."

"Jesus," I went wide-eyed. "I'm so sorry - can I ask how your Mom died? Dean shifted again in his chair and opened his mouth to speak, but I interjected. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

Dean's lips played into a small smile as he sighed, "She was murdered."

"That took a turn," I gasped, dipping a mozzarella stick into the ranch that was brought with the plate. "you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."

Dean did a small shrug as he, too, picked up a mozzarella stick. "I've been talking about it for a while, what's now any different?"

"You have a choice," I spoke firmly, catching him off guard.

"What about you, what's your story?" Dean pushed, changing the subject - which I was fine with.

"Uh," I paused, looking up through the dimly lit patio string lights and into the cloudy night sky. "well, there isn't much to tell."

"I told, your turn." He smirked, as the waitress brought two plates of burgers and fries, with a slice of pie for both of us. "I ordered for you, I hope that's okay."

"It's fine." I grinned down at the plate.

"Now, you...go!" He slurred with a mouth full of french fries.

"Well, born and raised in Fallon, Montana. I graduated high school 8 years ago, and have been until since I was 13 or 14..." I thought out loud, trying to remember correctly. "...Mom taught us, Sierra and I -"

"- what about your dad?" Dean asked, swallowing a swig of beer.

"He didn't have any clue about what we did outside that house." I grinned, remembering how Mom would always cover for Sierra and me. "He isn't a hunter -"

"- Like mother like daughter then," he smirked, and we both froze. "I'm sorry -"

I just shifted in my chair and fell quiet for a moment.

"What about Nick, what's your story with him?" He asked, pushing around his comment.

"Do you want to know?" I growled over my beer as it was replaced with another one. When Dean just beamed, I nodded. "We met in high school."

"Aww." He flashed me some sarcastic but slightly jealous eyes.

"We met our Junior year to be exact." I corrected myself. "He was a football player and I was - a nobody."

"You were somebody enough to catch his eye," Dean commented, sliding a fry into his mouth slowly.

"Well," I blushed slightly. "anyway, we ended up talking because my sister, Sierra was a cheerleader and he was interested in her first -"

"- oh -?" Dean's eyes went wide as I continued.

"- but after we started talking, he realized that he wanted me, not her." I felt myself grin at the story.

"How did Sierra feel about that?" Dean asked, pushing his now empty plate away and moving the piece of pie in front of him.

"She..." I paused and thought. "...I don't think she ever knew that he had his eye on her first."

"No," Dean shook his head. "You're first choice material."

I fell quiet as Dean did the same. 

*

"I'm aware that the girl we have down there is the sister, the other one is out there somewhere - and you're her boyfriend...but you two seemed pretty close earlier."

I paused, my eyes locking on Dean.

"Familiar hug." He stated, and we could hear him walking around. "familiar touch," He giggled, as he stopped walking. "familiar kiss -"

"- You don't know what you're talking about -" started Nick as we heard him erupt into screams again. "- FUCK!" Everything went quiet, with only the sound of Nick's heavy breathing echoing. "What do you want to know? Where Danielle is?" He asked, scrambling for information now.

The man didn't respond.

"I'll tell you - for FUCK sakes I'll tell you if you stop FUCKING HURTING HER!" Nick echoed.

"Now," sighed the man. "why would you sacrifice your girlfriend for her sister?"

Nick fell silent.

Dean's eyes softened, still locked on mine.

Sam shot me a sympathetic look.

I felt my chest growing hot, my head going light and my eyes threatening to leak.

Nick and Sierra?

*

I smiled at the past pain Nick had caused and sipped my coffee as the first night Dean and I had spent together came through my head. 

No sex.

Flirting, was definately present...but no sex, just raw...us.

*

[ SEXY KARMA: CHAPTER 15: YOU. & CHAPTER 16: TOUCH ME] 

My ringtone chimed through my left ear, jerking me out of the dream sequence fluttering through my head and stomach. I sat up, out of breath, realizing I was flushed and sweating. I found myself out of breath too, as I looked over at my phone and saw an unknown number flash across my screen, then disappear.

I frowned down at the phone, without even picking up and moved into the bathroom to splashing some water on my face. As the water blurred my vision and the towel dabbed away said blur, I beamed at myself in the mirror.

With a heavy sigh, I tossed the damp towel into the basket that was settled next to the vanity. Glaring aorund the cheap hotel, I realized that it was the same hotel we had stayed at when heading to rescure Sierra.

Another jolt of my ringtone, pulled my mind out of the fog state my dream had put me in, and it was that unknown number again. I didn't even bother trying to pick it up as I moved across the room to double check the door was locked.

Wen the ringtone died again, I moved back to the bed and picked up to see I had six more missed calls from Sierra, five from Nick and seven from this unknown number. As I began to study the number, they called again.

Rolling my eyes I finally pressed the green button to answer it,

"Hello?" I hesitated, glaring around the room in confusion.

"Dani!" Dean's voice chimed through the tiny speaker, igniting my entire being.

"D-Dean?" I stuttered, rising to my feet.

"Dan - where - you?" Dean cut in and out as I attempted to move around the hotel room to find the sweet spot for the signal.

"Dean, can you hear me?" I almost shouted into the phone, hearing the white noise of static on the other end. With antoher eye roll, I slid my jacket on and headed towards the door. "Hold on..."

I pulled the door open to come face to face with Dean, we both stood, star struck and still holding the phone to our ears.

...what if I'm tired of waiting?" Dean's voice came over me like the euphoria wave of marijuana, I felt all the air leave my lungs, as he stepped closer to me, hanging up his phone. His eyes held mine in the most serious of ways.

He reached over and gently took my phone, hanging up as he gently pushed me back into the room, slowly closing the door behind him and locking it.

I felt my mouth go dry and my body temperature sky-rocket at the fact he didn't break eye contact with me, not once. He moved from the door, slowly pulling off his jacket - still not breaking eye contact.

He moved from the door towards me, causing me to step back, but not too far, because the back of my knees hit the bed, stopping me short, and causing me to look down, only for him to take my chin and raise my gaze back up to him.

His jaw clenched as I watched his eyes venture down my body, studying every curve, every feature, until his eyes met mine again. He took my face, brushing some hair out of my face as he started to lean in.

I closed my eyes as felt our lips caress each other, and it didn't take long until the gentle kiss turned hard, deep, sweaty and passionate.

The night was a blur. A beautiful, sweaty, most memorable and igniting night of my life. Our bodies were so twisted into each other that we world evaporated around us, between the steam between us, the heat engulfing the room. Our silent passion deafening each other thorugh the moans, screams and kisses.

Our quivering bodies finally came to a stopping point, his left arm wrapped around my bare body as I laid my head on his bare, muscular chest. I watched as his abs struggled against the turbulance we had just caused.

There was no talking for a few minutes, and the silence was amazing. I laid there, lost in my head as he took my chin, pulling me up on my elbow and kissing me again, deepening it immediately as another blurry sweaty undetermined amount of time ensued.

*

[SEXY KARMA: CHAPTER 23: YOU'RE MINE.]

"What happened here?" Dean finally questioned, realizing he was also the only one still standing between the table, where the three of us sat, and the unmade bed. "What's this, is there something I should know?" He growled, glaring at his brother.

"What?" giggled Sam, standing up and moving over to the bed, then turning to Dean. "What are you talking about?"

"Did..." Dean stopped short, pointing in my direction while not breaking eye contact with Sam. "...because I swear -"

"- No Dean." I chimed, rolling my eyes as I did a double take at Castiel, who was now staring at me, almost studying me. "Does he doe this often?"

"With new people." Castiel answered quickly before contining.

"Then...?" Dean looked confused over at the bed.

"I got lucky." Sam stated, taking a swig of his beer and glancing at me. "It wasn't with her, even after what almost happened in the bar."

Dean's face dropped.

My eyes went wide as I pinched the brim of my nose.

Sam's face seemed to flatten, almost eliminating all the features of any emotion as he and Dean made eye contact.

"What almost happened in the bar?" Dean asked, glancing between the two of us.

I did another double take at Castiel, who was now watching me rise from the table and move across the room to join Dean and Sam, unphased.

"We were giggling in the booth and almost kissed." I blurted out, inserting myself in between the two, ensuring the violence would be at least at a lower level.

"You What?" Dean almost shouted, glaring over my head and moving forward, but I placed both of my hands on his chest and gently pushed him away from Sam.

"Dean, baby..." I whispered, almost pushing him into the hotel wall. "...it didn't happen. We were both giggly, drunk and ..." I paused, realizing I didn't have a reason why it almost happened, so I projected my perspective instead. "...at least on my end, I'm not sure what happened, I pulled away before anything could happen -"

"- so you almost kissed her?" Dean asked, his glare flickering between the two of us again. "Have you lost your fucking mind?"

"Yes, apparently." Sam gritted his teeth, glaring at me.

"All I asked," I shouted, removing myself from the direct line of fire as I turned to confront Sam. "was what type of shampoo you fucking use."

"So you made the move?" asked Dean, stepping forward, clenching his jaw.

"Yeah, but only after you were pulled away by that hot wolf." Sam stated, earning a glare from me.

"You acted like you saw it for the first time when I pointed it out..." I trailed off as I lowered my head and frowned. "...what were you doing?"

"Not trying to kiss your sister." Dean hissed, earning a hurt expression from me.

"I didn't try anything." I shouted, throwing my hands up and moving back to the table, where Castiel was now watching Dean and Sam bicker.

"He believes you." Castiel spoke, turning back to me. "He's just hurt by Sam crossing a line."

I tilted my head at him, as he mirrored me (literally).

"Thank you." I nodded, as Castiel just shot me a grin. "I know you know me...but who are you?"

"Castiel, I'm - uh - with him." he smiled, pointing at Dean. I giggled at his short, dry of context response.

"I like you Castiel -" I chuckled.

"- call me Cas!" He smiled.

I nodded with a bigger grin. "- Cas."

"Cas," came Dean's voice as he interrupted our conversation. "can you go with Sam?"

"Where are we going?" He asked, jumping up at Dean's request.

"He's going to the bar for a drink, we can't afford to lose track of him." Dean stated, clenching his jaw and making eye contact with me before Castiel, who nodded at me politely, and Sam exited the room. "Now, you..."

"...Dean," I started, standing up and advancing on him. "You have to -"

Dean interrupted me by slamming his lips against mine. HIs fingers ran through my hair as he pushed me against the hotel door, locking it. He then wrapped his arms around my waist and hoisted up off the ground and forced my legs around his waist.

He then carried me over to the bed, without breaking lip contact, and dropped me down onto the bed, with nothing but hunger glistening in his eyes as he pulled his shirt over his head and climbed on top of me.

"I know you didn't instigate it." He whispered, unbutton my pants. "But I need to remind you,"

"Remind me of what?" I almost moaned as his hand slid between my skin and my panites.

"that you're mine." He growled, making eye contact with me before everything got blurry.

*

I giggled at the flashback as another one flooded into view:

My eyes fluttered open to the white LED light stretching down the length of my hosptial room. I blinked a few times allowing the light bulb to come into focus, and the sudden full focus of the LED light made me flench.

In doing so, my hand tightened around a hand to my right, causing me look over and felt tears swelling up in my eyes again as they lifted their head in a rush and my eyes collided with Deans.

"Dani! Baby!" He gasped, waking up the rest of the room as he rose out of his chair - and it landing on it's back inthe floor - and embraced me. "Jesus - I thought I lost you."

"I thought you did too."

*

"Dani...baby..." came Dean's voice from the doorway as I looked up from my coffee steam. My face was bright, light and ready to greet him with all the love and energy I could muster until I saw the stick in his hand. "...what's this?"