I'm not a Winchester

(3)

And that's the way it was for about a week and a half. We got to the bunker and Dean discovered a new case. Barely knowing anything about it, we ended up keeping it in mind and researching what could be causing the killings. We're a lot closer now, but not quite there.
"I think its a demon, but that's all I've got." Sam explained as we sat down to eat lunch. Dean's hand found my thigh under the table and I jumped, pushing it off. He grumbled at me and I scooted away from him.
"Which means Danny, you can't come with us." Sam continued.
"What? That's fucking bullshit." I stood up, slamming my hands on the table.
"You're vulnerable to possession, and with the way you are we wouldn't be able to tell if you were or not until one of us is dead." Dean argued.
"You're fucking wrong. I can't get possessed." I argued back.
"Oh yeah? You don't have an anti-possession ring or anything. What's stopping a demon from getting into you?" Sam asked, both brothers were obviously mad that I was even arguing.
"I have the same fucking tattoo you assholes do!" I huffed, pulling up my shirt a little ways and tugging my shorts down slightly to expose part of my anti-possession tattoo.
"Is it the full symbol?" Dean asked, looking at it closely. I nodded. The thing was fucking huge. I loved it. It went from just under my bra line to the waistline of my shorts.
"I'm surprised you've never noticed it." I smiled. Granted, it was usually covered by my trench coat. The whole symbol covered a chunk of my left side, winding over my waist and having the sides go partway around my stomach and back. I could barely cover it with my hand.
"Can I see the whole thing?" Dean asked, obviously realizing it went between my bra and underwear. He was smiling like an idiot.
"In your dreams, I'd punch you. Here, I'll stab you. No." I stated and let my shirt cover half of it again.
"Do you have any other tattoos I should know about?" He asked, the same shit-eating grin still on his face. I looked at Sam and he gave me a curious look. They seriously want to see my other tattoos? I sighed and took my right arm out of my coat, making sure to leave it on my shoulders. I showed them the 'Saving People, Hunting Things' that was in scribe letters on my bicep.
"Any other ones... you know?" Dean asked, glancing down at my shorts. I put my coat back on.
"Yep, and you will never see them." I smiled. He had a shocked expression that I actually admitted to having some around my bikini line. Sam changed the subject and we started talking about the case again.
After we were done eating, I started doing laundry since no one else would. I was wearing my 'Salt + Burn' shirt again and wanted to wash it. When I went to take it off and looked for another shirt, I realized that I didn't have another clean one. I really want to clean all my clothes though. I need them cleaned if we leave on the case tomorrow. After looking around, I found a Jack Daniel's shirt that belonged to one of the boys. Funny, I own the same one. I put it on and put everything in the washer that would fit, including my trench coat.
"Is that my shirt?" I heard Dean behind me. I can't believe he's anywhere near the laundry room. The last week him and Sam have been arguing over who had to do it. They both seemed to hate laundry day.
"Maybe." I said over my shoulder, measuring soap for the washer.
"Why are you wearing my shirt?"
"Because I need to clean mine. You have more clothes than I do." I stated. I turned on the washer and got ready to leave. Dean was right behind me.
"You could've asked. I have an old shirt that would look great on you." He flirted. This is how its been the last almost 2 weeks at the bunker. He corners me and tries to kiss me, and flirts with me constantly. I always either escape before he does or Sam interrupts us. It was a lot like when Rian was still around. We always played cat and mouse with each other.
"Why don't we go back to my room and find you a new one." He suggested, putting his hands on either side of the washer, his arms against my waist. I usually didn't mind, but its starting to make me really uncomfortable. Maybe because Sam is out on a supply run,  and something could actually happen between us. He leaned in to kiss me and I turned my face away from him.
"Something wrong?" He asked, instantly concerned. God, I hate it when he gets worried like that.
"No." I lied.
"Really? I've got you pinned like this and you're going to lie to me? Danny, why won't you just let me...?" He trailed off, not admitting that he wanted to kiss me. "I guess I thought you wanted this like I did."
"Well you thought wrong. I-I can't, Dean." I stuttered, not looking at him.
"Why?" He demanded.
"Just, get the fuck off of me!" I yelled and pushed him back. "I've seen you with other girls at the bar, Dean. I'm here to hunt. That's all I'm here to do." I said sternly and walked out to my room. I felt tears in my eyes. I can't go through someone like Rian again.
We seemed perfect together, I was never happier with him. He would wrestle with me on the couch and chase me when I stole his clothes. We cooked dinner together and he'd plant kisses on all of my fresh cuts after a hunt. We called each other the Bonnie and Clyde of demon hunters. He absolutely refused to get the anti-possession tattoo, he didn't want it. I begged him to countless times. Demons were our specialty, obviously he was bound to get possessed at some point. When I started hunting, the first thing I did was keep myself from getting possessed by the things I was supposed to be killing.
I leaned against my door and looked at the picture I'd put on my dresser of Rian and me. Both with our shotguns, back to back with my car in the background.
"Why the fuck would you do that to me?" I sobbed and started crying. That selfish prick. He knew that he was putting himself at risk by not wearing something to stop them from possessing him. He just didn't care. And in the end, it cost me the only person I was close to. I grabbed his picture and threw it. It hit the bed and didn't break, but I didn't care.
"Danny, I'm sorry." I heard Dean outside the door. "Can I come in?" He tried opening the door but I'd locked it.
"Not now, Dean." I responded in the calmest voice I could force myself into. He didn't say anything back. I finished my little temper tantrum and put the picture carefully back in its place.
"I'm sorry." I whispered to it. I know it sounds stupid that I would apologize to a fucking picture, but I wasn't. I was apologizing to Rian. I should've protected him.
I left my room and went toward the library. Dean and Sam are probably in there doing research. I rounded the corner toward the kitchen when someone stepped in front of me.
"Are you Danny?" A man asked. He was about as tall as Dean, wearing a khaki jacket with a white shirt and blue tie. I pushed him against the wall and pinned him there, my arm in a bar across his throat.
"Who the fuck are you?" I demanded, pulling out my knife and holding it near his face.
"D-Dean? Dean!" He called for the oldest Winchester. Someone pulled me off of the guy and grabbed my knife. It took me a second to realize it was Sam.
"The fuck off me!" I struggled, kicking at the air. Dean made sure the guy was alright, then he turned on me.
"You can't pull your knife out on anyone who approaches you. You don't do that!" Dean yelled at me. Sam's arm was around my throat choking me. I could still breathe enough that I wouldn't pass out.
"He scared me!" I admitted. "I don't like people just walking up to me that I don't recognize." Dean nodded at Sam and he let me go. Something weird just happened in Winchester world.
"Fine, okay. You alright Cas?" Dean said, turning to the intruder. He seemed perfectly fine, and nodded.
"I'm Castiel." He introduced himself, holding out his hand. I took it and looked at him closely.
"Castiel... like the angel?" I asked. He nodded. "You're a fucking angel?" I couldn't believe it. He seemed confused.
"Yes, Danny, he's an angel." Sam said behind me.
"Jesus Christ."
"You shouldn't talk like that." Cas said. I sighed. We all sat down and Dean and Sam took turns explaining to me how they'd met Cas, who just stared at me funny. When we got ready to make dinner, Sam couldn't find a knife, ironically enough.
"Here, use mine." I offered, handing him one off of my belt.
"God, how many weapons do you carry?" Dean asked behind me. I turned around and looked at him.
"My shotgun, pistol on my belt next to my knife and other knife in my boot. The knives and pistol don't leave my side." I informed him. He knows I have my other weapons in my room. I keep all of my salt, holy water, machetes, ammo, and other guns in a trunk in my closet.
"No one carries weapons in the bunker. We don't need you stabbing one of us." He stated.
"I said they never leave my side." I argued.
"And I said no carrying weapons in the bunker." He argued back, holding out his hands. I took a deep breath and handed him my belt with my pistol, knife, and extra clip of rounds before taking the knife out of my boot. He handed them back and told me to put them in my room, so I did. After dinner, I went to room and shut the door before Dean could have a chance to be alone with me again.
I walked into the apartment I shared with Rian after taking down some werewolves. His arm was around my shoulders. He moved it down to my waist and I winced.
"Let me see." He demanded softly. I sat down on our couch an took off my leather jacket, exposing the spot on my back where a wolf had scratched me.
"It needs to be bandaged. Sit still." Rian said and went to get our first aid kit. He cleaned the cut and placed a band aid over it, planting a small kiss on it. I thanked him as he sat next to me, kissing my lips.
"You know I love you. You're my Bonnie." He smiled into the kiss.
"Mm-Hmm and you're my Clyde." I giggled. His hands went under the hem of my shirt and I tugged on his. I was about to take his shirt off when his phone rang.
"Babe, we have another case." He told me.
"Aw, we can't just stay here?" I whined as I stood up and held him close to me by his shirt. I let my hand run over his chest.
"No, its urgent. Come on, love you." He seperated from me and walked out the door.
I woke up in the bunker. Its not really unusual for me to dream about Rian. I got up and left the room, I need a smoke.
"You're awake?" Castiel stopped me at the door.
"Do you ever sleep?" I questioned him, slightly startled at his appearing there. He shook his head.
"Yeah, I uh... need to get some fresh air." I told him. He followed me out the door and stood there while I lit a cigarette.
"You lost someone." He said. There was little to no infliction in his voice, I couldn't tell if it was a question or a statement.
"Yeah, I did. My boyfriend, actually." And that was the only explination he needed. He nodded and stood there while I smoked a few more cigarettes before going back inside.