The life of a hunter (Dean Winchester love story )

Dead in the water pt.2

Picture of Stone Anderson up top 😉😍
Also the video is not mine but it is of a character from the vampire diaries named Kai. His whole sexy psycho vibe is exactly like Stone. The relationship between the two characters is very wild and unstable.
Comment if you would like a chapter describing their first meeting.

After I got dressed and ran back into the living room, I got a few hours of sleep before I changed into my FED pantsuit and left the house at around 6 A.M. I wrote a note to Lizzy thanking her for the hospitality (not) and saying that I hope we can do it again sometime.
I made sure I avoided Blake at all costs and did not leave him my number.
Some things occurred last night that I am too embarrassed to acknowledge.
All I remember is after we did it, I was kissing him, and opening my eyes to see candy apple green ones staring back at me.
I think I said Dean's name before I freaked out and pushed him away and fled into the house, flailing like a dumbass, to escape.
Yea, not as sexy as I wanted to be.
The morning after was a time I actually enjoyed. I wish I could've woken up next to him and had that cute moment where I'm laying on his chest and he plays with my hair.
But I know I'll never have that with anyone.
Even if I did, I'd ruin it somehow.
I hitched a ride with an elderly woman and her car full of three cats. When I finally arrived at the address Dean texted me, I'm pretty sure I looked disgusting.
I was in my wrinkled FED suit with slightly messy hair (Elizabeth claimed she "didn't have a brush I could use") and no makeup.
I guess the boys must have been there for a while , because I could see their figures walking out of the police station, following a women about our age.
I sped up my walking to catch up with them.
"Kate?" Sam jumps as I catch up with him. He looks down at me with concern and surprise.
"Yeah I know." I say shaking my head.
".....You smell like a cat." He says sniffing me.
"Yeah, I know." I groan.
"You look like you were in a tornado." He says scrunching up his face in disgust.
"I know! Damn it. Can we move on!" I snap as I walk ahead of him and match steps with Dean.
He looks over at me and does a double take.
"Don't." I say through tight teeth.
If he says one word.
"........I was just gonna say you look lovely today"
"Bite me." I cross my arms as a laugh escapes his lips.
"Here we are. Exactly where I said it was." The woman we were following states finally turning around.
Well what do you know, she's gorgeous.
Dean looks at her with the look he gives all the girls he hits on.
"You know it must be hard. With your sense of direction. Never being able to find your way to a decent pick up line." She says then struts away. I can't help but smirk as Sam let's out a small laugh.
"Kids are the best? Really Dean? You don't even like kids." Sam says and I can't help but laugh.
That's sounds like something he'd say.
"What! I like kids!" Dean defends himself.
"Name three children you even know" I say still laughing at him. He takes a moment and looks like he's trying so hard to remember.
"Don't hurt yourself." I say patting his shoulder with a smile and me and Sam walk away laughing.
"I'm thinking!" Dean calls after us.
"Exactly!"
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The boys filled me in on the fact that the lake was checked and nothing was found. In 6 months the lake would be pretty much destroyed because the Dam would be no more.
We are currently in our motel room researching any drowning victims in the last couple years.
Well Sam was researching, Dean was pacing, and I was
"So there were the three drowning victims this year." Sam
"And before that?" Dean asks folding his shirt.
"Six more, spread out in the past 35 years. Those bodies were never recovered either. If there is something out there, it's picking up its pace."
"So what do we got, a lake monster on a binge?" Dean asks.
"This whole lake monster theory, it just bugs me." I speak up .
"Why?" Dean asks coming next to me.
"Lock ness, lake Champlain, there are literally hundreds of eye witness accounts but here, almost nothing. Whatever it is out there, no ones living to talk about it."
"Wait Barr, Christopher Barr, where have I heard that name before?" Dean
"Christopher Barr, died in may. Christopher Barr was Andrea's husband. Lucius's father. Apparently, he took Lucia out swimming, Lucas was on a floating Woden platform when Chris drowned. It was two hours before the kid got rescued." Sam says somberly as he pulls up a picture of a wet and traumatized looking Lucas.
I let out a sigh and look away from the screen.
It always sucks loosing a parent young. It must suck even worst losing them right in front of your eyes.
"Maybe we have an eye witness after all." I say running a hand through my hair.
"I get why that kids so freaked out. Watching one of your parents die isn't something you just get over." Dean says still staring at Lucas's picture. I look up at him and he avoids eye contact before telling us to get ready to move out.
He never really talks about what happened the night his mom died. I never push though. I get that some things are just to hard to think about at times.
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"Can we join you?" I ask Andrea as we approach her at the park. I look over to see Lucas coloring on a bench by himself. Dean has his eyes glued to him and I look over at Andrea. Her eyes glossing over Dean.
"I'm here with my son." She says with a small hint of sharpness in her voice.
That's not what I asked. Ho.
"Really. Mind if I say hi?" Dean asks already walking towards Lucas with a smile on his face.
"Tell your friend, his whole Jerry McGuire thing, is not gonna work on me." She says with a short laugh.
"I don't think that's what this is about." Sam says with a light smile. I zone out of their conversation to watch Dean sit next to Lucas and begin playing with his army men.
I remember this one time when Sam and him were playing with them and I guess I got jealous of them being close without me so I stole one and stuck it in the ash tray. I don't remember ever taking it out. Dean put my Legos in the air vent so I guess we're even.
Dean picks up a crayon and begins to draw a picture with Lucas and I could almost hear my heart skip a beat. I never knew how amazing Dean would look with a kid. I guess it makes sense considering he basically raised Sam on his own. That doesn't stop me from wanting to run over there and take a picture of the beautiful moment.
He's so beautiful. It's not a word most girls would use to describe Dean.
I can not tell you how many times I've had to walk away from the disturbing conversations middle aged soccer mom's have about Dean in the diners when I'm eating my pancakes. I've heard it all from Stud muffin, to beef cake, to num num buns.
But it never REALLY bothers me.
Because I know, I'm the only person on the planet who really knows how truly beautiful Dean is.
I jump a little when I feel him bump my shoulder  as he walks back over to us. I guess I was zoned out.
"Lucas hasn't said a word. Not since, his dads accident." Andrea explains with a sad smile.
"Yea, we heard. Sorry" Dean nods at her with sympathy. I could only imagine what it would feel like to lose your husband. The love of your life. The father of your children. It's one of the reasons I shut people out and run away from any chance of romance.
That and my feelings for a certain Green eyed man.
"What do the doctors say" Sam asks softly.
"That it's a kind of post traumatic stress" She shrugs.
I look at her with soft eyes.
"That can't be easy, for either of you." I give her a sad smile which she returns.
"We moved in with my dad. He helps out a lot. It's just, when I think about what Lucas went through, what he saw..."
"Kids are strong, you'd be surprised with how much they can deal with." I say as I notice Lucas walking over to us with a picture in his hands that he hands to Dean and walks away. We share a look and say our goodbyes to Andrea.
Maybe he did know something.
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"Still no sign of John?" Bobby asks as I lean against the telephone pole outside of the motel we were currently staying in.
"No, I'm starting to think he doesn't want to be found." I say sighing into the phone.
"You don't think he was taken?" His gruff voice slightly surprised at her nonchalant attitude.
"Of course I don't think he was taken. He's John freaking Winchester. As irritating as he is, he's to good be held hostage. He doesn't get taken. He's fine. I know it." I say strongly into the phone.
"Well you don't have to convince me. I still gotta ask, how can you be so sure." He says and I let out a loud sigh.
"Because he has to be. If he's not then the boys lose both of their parents and I didn't do anything to stop it. My whole purpose in joining them on this road trip was to help find John and I'm pretty much providing zero star service at this point." I say sharply.

"Katie you know I'm here to help any way I can but no matter the outcome, you can't blame yourself." He says sounding sincere.
"...I just. I know. I gotta go. We caught a case and they need me to help research." I say quickly staring at my feet.
"Well alright then. Call me if you need me. Be safe." He grumbles into the phone.
"You too." I sigh and hang up the phone.
I immediately dial the unsaved number I memorized by heart, only to have it go directly to voicemail. I call back again two times and after only one ring they pick up hastily.
" What can I provide you with today beautiful? A tracking spell, a back rub, maybe some heavy petting in the back of my Camero?" Stone Anderson asks sounding out of breath but just as disgusting as ever. I hear screaming in the background and him chanting a spell to make them stop.
"What the hell are you doing?" I ask equally concerned and intrigued.
"Shifter hunt. Tied it to a chair so I can play with its gushy insides. You won't believe the type of magic oozing out of this thing!" He says with a chuckle. "No she wouldn't! No she wouldn't!" He says sounding like he's talking to a dog. Probably to antagonize the  shifter.
" Are you torturing it?" I say getting angry.
"Is that not a turn on for you?" He asks mocking my tone.
"No its not! ...not that my turn ones are any of your concern jackass!...Look, yes it's a monster. Yes it should be killed but not by turning it into some sadistic, magical,  juice box." I say pinching the brim of my nose.

"...............Look baby girl..."
"Don't call me baby girl!"
"... the deal was, you let me live in peace, only using my witchery for the good of humanity, and I use my ever growing abilities to help you figure out what killed daddy." I let out a groan.
"I know what the deal was, Anderson, I'm asking you to be a little less morbid in your power sucking okay?  It's bad enough I'm working with a witch, I don't need to be working with a masochistic one. Either you do this my way, or I kill you" I seethe through the phone.
"Can do." He says with a smirk in his voice that I can tell his statement is a complete lie.
"As much as I love when you get all chastising mother on me, I doubt you called just to role-play." He says cockily into he phone.
"I need you to find something for me. Get info on any creature that leaves scratches on its victim. I know that's super vague but I just need it done. Any kind of scratch. Also broken bones." I say remembering why I came here.
"In that sound exactly like a ghost to me." He says sounding confused.
"I know what it sounds like! Can you just give me a list of hypotheticals. My dad was covered in scratches and I never looked into them. I wrote them off as maybe an animal that mauled his body or even a ghost. Now I just wanna check every detail I have until I find something."  I explain getting agitated.
"Sure thing gorgeous. But you know, this would be a lot faster if you gave me just a itty bitty drop of your blood. I could use it to try and get a reading on..."
"Don't even try it. I would never give a witch my blood. I know the creepy stuff you'd do to it." I say cutting him off.
"Fine. Whatever you say. You're no fun at all. I'll see what I can do." He says before I quickly hang up the phone.
I've been trying to find out what really happened to my father for quite some time now.
I met Stone about a year ago when we were hunting the same thing.
He's a witch who can syphon the magic off of supernatural creatures to use for short amounts of time.
After a long and horrible fight, I got the upper hand by basically setting him on fire.
I was going to kill him until the idea that I could use him came to me.
After he syphoned the monster I killed, I was desperate enough to let him go but not without making the deal with him and taking a vial of his blood.
It was insurance that if he changed his number and crossed me, I could force another witch to track him down, and kill him myself.
So far it's proved pretty helpful. But I'm pretty sure one day he'll stab me in the back and try to murder me in my sleep.
He's kind of insane.
Hot, but insane.
The boys still don't know any of this yet.
I don't want them to look at me the way people do when they find out I don't think it was a ghost.
Like I'm either crazy or they pity my for my denial. Plus it would be selfish to tell the when I know they'll force me to let them help. They have enough on their plate trying to find John. I know I'm getting closer to the truth. I can feel it.
No one in the world knew my dad like I did and even though he's not some big shot hunter like John was, he was too good to be taken down by a spirit. He didn't have a lot. No family and no one to truly love him besides me. My mother was a one night stand who died tragically while having me. From what I'm told she was great though. But my point is, life kind of let my dad down, I refuse to let him down in death as well.