Slightest Touch

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Supernatural characters as they are the property of the CW. I do, however, own any characters introduced within the story as they are sole property of my mind.

Summary: Hot tempered. Stubborn. Strong headed. Smartass. Dean Winchester has met his match in the form of a female out on a hunt. Supernatural hunters themselves, 21 year old Artemis Flora Summers and her best friend find themselves tangled within the Winchester web as they join the boys on their hunt for their father. Hiding a dark secret that only her best friend knows, Artemis begins to find it hard to keep it a secret as she clashes head on with the eldest of the Winchester boys. What happens when she realizes that she may be falling head over heels for him? Is the past about to repeat itself once again with her?


"I can't believe the wedding is tomorrow. Do we have everything?"

"Does anyone know where the tiara is? It's been misplaced again!"

"Mom! One of the bridesmaid's dresses has a wrinkle in it!"

"I can not believe you are just sitting there reading a book while my family is running around here with their heads cut off like chickens just because I'm getting married tomorrow. How do you do it?" I let out a chuckle and looked up from my book as my best friend threw herself onto the couch across from the chair that I was sitting in.

"It's called practice. Remember?" I asked as she snorted with laughter.

"How can I not? Are you ever going to forgive him?" she asked, causing me to shake my head.

"No. He's the one that took that step and never looked back. I'm only tolerating him because I have to for the sake of his brother's fiancée, who happens to be my best friend. Things will go back to normal after you and Sammie leave tomorrow for your lovely honeymoon. Or whatever it is that you call those things," I replied.

"Honeymoons, Art. And you know as well as I do that he still cares for you. He actually always asks about you when he sees or talks to Sam and I," she said, causing me to roll my eyes.

"I'm sure he does," I said with sarcasm.


"I'm going out for air, Kiki. Try helping out your dysfunctional family before they end up killing one another before the wedding tomorrow," I said, slipping my shoes on and throwing on my jacket before heading outside as the chaos inside started to heat up. With the wind nipping lightly at my face, I headed down the street to the one person I knew that I could easily talk with without having to spill my problems to.

"Chaos over at the Orion house?"

"Shut up, Sam," I said as I gave him a dirty look before proceeding into the living room.

"Aren't you suppose to be helping the bride make sure everything is ready for tomorrow since you're the maid of honor?" he asked as I threw myself onto the couch and he sat in the chair across from me.

"I've been reading a book the entire time," I replied with a smirk as he merely shook his head.

"Just like Dean. Never want to be caught up in the chaos if it isn't something supernatural," he said, causing me to give him a dirty look as he sighed. I really didn't like this topic or possibly where this conversation was going.

"Art, you have to forgive him. He really does care about you," he said, causing me to laugh with a bit of venom in it.

"Are you sure Kiki didn't knock you in the head a few times when practicing your fighting skills? He was the one that walked out on me. He took that first step when we killed what was after me. He never looked back, Sam. How can you and Kiki just sit there and tell me that I have to take him back? We weren't even together," I snapped.

"Yes you were," he said.

"Oh what? Physically? Oh sure. That was about it. Not fucking mentally or emotionally, Sam. Not like you and Kiki," I said.

"Yes you were," he said, causing me to stand up and give a mocked laugh as I did so.

"What the hell would you know, Sam? You and Kiki had the perfect relationship right from the start. You got along just fine. You're getting married tomorrow. You two were meant for each other. Me and Dean? Never going to happen because we can not be anymore different," I snapped.

"You two are exactly the same. Attitude. Stubbornness. Everything. You two are probably more likely to be entwined at the soul than me and Kiki. It should be you and Dean at the alter tomorrow. Not me and Kiki. And you know it's true, Artemis," he said as he stood up.

"How can you stand up for your prick of an older brother when he did me wrong?!" I yelled as I looked at him in disbelief.

"I'm not, Artemis. Yes he was wrong walking away from you after everything happened, but you're just as wrong in this situation right now as he was then. He was hurt, Artemis, that you kept this from him. He fell in love with you. Something he never admits to anyone," he said as calmly as possible.

"And I didn't fall in love with him, Sam?" I asked with sarcasm.

"I didn't say that, Artemis, and you know it. And you know something? I can't believe I'm even having this conversation with you right now. You're just like Dean. Won't listen to a word anyone says when you think you're right. Stubborn bitch you are," he snapped.

"Too right you are. And I'm proud of it. I'm out. If Kiki calls looking for me, tell her I've drowned myself because people are retarded around here," I said before I stormed from the house before I did something I knew I would instantly regret later. Heading down the street without a direction in mind, I let out a scream and ran my hands through my hair in frustration at what just occurred.

"Why can't they just leave me alone about it?" I thought, quickly pulling the hood of my jacket over my head as it started to drizzle. Of all the things it needed to do the night before my best friend's wedding, it had to rain.

"I'm betting on no such luck on it being a good rain to bring the bride and groom luck. Haven't had that much luck in the bloody past. Oh shut up. God damn you, Sam," I muttered as I shook my head. No doubt the conversation that had happened would weigh heavily down on us for later, especially with us having to be around one another for the wedding tomorrow.

"Ugh. Great. I'm stuck with the bastard for several bloody hours," I said with a sigh as the rain started to fall just a little bit more.

"Of all the things you can call me, that's the only thing you can come up with?" I froze in mid-step as the smug voice rang crystal clear through my ears.

"What? A year or so and not even a hello? You're slacking, princess."

"Dean?" I whispered as I slowly turned around to see the man in question leaning against a fence with that trade mark smirk of his. The smirk that I had fallen in love with nearly three years ago. Or well the man attached to it anyways.

"Wait. What?" I thought, shaking my head before my eyes narrowed into slits as memories started flooding back.

"Looks like we got some catching up to do, princess," he said as he came toward me, causing me to snort with laughter.

"Like hell we do, Winchester. We're pretty much back where we started three years ago when we first met," I snapped as he stopped where he was and narrowed his eyes. He knew what I was talking about. The very first time we met and the fact that we never got along. The fact that I wouldn't let go of the past and never forgive him. The fact that he was indeed the jerk I thought he was when we first met three years ago. I was not about to let the past repeat itself.