hunter's curse || supernatural

two

little brother issues

Twenty four minutes later Natalia Kimber comes downstairs, messed up braid is undone, her chestnut locks secure in a high ponytail. She is wearing an army green henley and dark washed jeans so tight that Dean finds himself wondering how the hell she manages to move around in them.

Part of him is in a pissy mood, knowing who she is dressing up for. Part of him hates himself for overthinking about that but he's an obsessive bastard, sue him.

But mostly he is excited to have her back as a hunting partner.

They have always been good together. Dean and Natalia—they make sense.

She walks up to him and smiles, he knows this smile. Kind of coy, teeth barely visible, she'll bite her lower lip. And then she'll ask for something, and Dean will gladly do it whatever she wants.

That's just how it's always been.

"I need to check my guns, can you pack Juniper's formula?"

"Juniper's formula?" Dean absentmindedly watches her walk away in those jeans. Seriously, so fucking tight. "Uh-huh. I'm bottle feeding her." Natalia replies with a shrug, opening the cabinet where she keeps her personal arsenal. She crouches down and Dean's gaze follow her.

It takes a minute or so for him to snap out of it.

"Oh-no. No. No. Hmm-mm. " He shakes his head. "No animals in my car, sweetheart."

Natalia's back is turned to him but he knows she's rolling her eyes. "Well, I can't leave Juniper here, sweetheart."

"Nope, ain't happening."

Natalia stands up, struts to him, hands him her bag and stares him down, hazel brown eyes boring into moss green.

"She's coming, Dean."

Dean Winchester lets out a frustrated groan.

"Where do you keep the fucking formula?"

They manage to somehow get out of the house, despite the complications—apparently Miss Juniper has a lot of stuff and Dean had a hard time to pack everything. Natalia thought she lost her iron brass knuckles and threw a tantrum, Juniper got fussy and Dean had to pick her up and feed her while reassuring the other fussy baby because it's okay, he'll buy her a new pair.

At some point he found himself wondering how the hell his life become that. But then Natalia found her brass knuckles and started laughing, kind of maniacally but it was music to his ears.

Yeah.

"Oh!" Natalia does that little wiggle she does when she's excited. "I got my hands on a rusting 66' Chevy Impala. Not exactly rescuable. I was thinking of pulling it apart and salvage every piece I can." Dean arches her an eyebrow. "If you help me, you get to keep whatever part you want."

Dean opens the trunk and glances back at her over his shoulder. "Tempting. But you're gonna end up making me do all the work, aren't ya?"

Natalia lets out a dramatic sigh and rests her chin on top of Dean's Impala. His daily dose of Natalia-theatrics.

"You do look good, working on cars. Covered in grease and sweat. With your shirt off. Gets me all hot and bothered."