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I had to admit, the prospect of seeing him again sent a jolt of electricity straight to my heart. Or was it my crotch? Seeing as he had dominated both once upon a time, it was hard to tell them apart.

“How do you know this guy again?” Dean asked from the driver’s seat.

“We were involved,” I answered as noncommittal as possible. Still, the heat from my nether regions seemed to seep upwards into my cheeks. Dean’s ever watchful eye was sure to notice.

“Involved? Is that your fancy word for fucking?”

“Involved meaning more than fucking, but less than a relationship.”

“What does that even mean?” Dean questioned, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

I rolled my eyes and shrugged. “Why is it important? All that matters is that he can get me into the party.”

“Yeah Dean. Why does it matter?” Sam asked pointedly, a small smirk on his face that only his brother could see.

“Whatever,” he grumbled. “He better keep your ass out of trouble.”

“I’m perfectly capable of keeping my own ass out of trouble,” I shot back. “Besides, Sam will be at the party too. Don’t get your panties in such a twist.”

“How come Sam gets to go and I have to sit with my thumb up my ass?”

“Because Tom only had two invitations, each with a plus one.”

“And black tie isn’t exactly your style,” Sam added. “I thought you would be happy to sit this one out.”

Dean mumbled something incoherent but I had already drifted off into my thoughts. Tom Ellis. It had been three years since I last saw him, one year since I heard his intoxicating voice and six months since I had bothered to think about him again. Coincidentally it had also been six months since I started running with the Winchesters. Well, not so much a coincidence since I knew what had knocked his ass right out of my imagination, or rather, who.

“This it?” Dean’s voice pulled me back into the conversation and I shook my head slightly to clear it.

“Yep.” I popped the last letter, finishing with a grin. “He always did have a taste for overindulgence.”

“I hate clubs,” Dean complained, speeding past the valet. As if he would trust some slippery little creep with his Baby.

“What’s to hate? Alcohol, hot bodies, music you can dance to.” I leaned up so I could hover over his shoulder.

“I can get alcohol and hot bodies at any bar without the bullshit cover charge and shit music.”

“Point taken, Debbie Downer.” I ruffled his hair, much to his chagrin.

“Keep your hands to yourself.”

“I never thought I’d hear you say that in your life, Dean Winchester.”

“I didn’t say forever, just not now.” He flashed me that panty dropping smile that I still had yet to discover the remedy for. I had no rebuke either.

Dean found a parking spot quickly, mostly because it was a Tuesday night. As we emerged from the car, I took a deep breath to calm my nerves. Tom Ellis was quite possibly the most charming man I’d ever met, even compared to my present company, and I wasn’t sure just how our reunion would go. That’s a lie; I’m pretty sure he would try to get me back into his bed one more time. It wouldn’t be the worst way to spend my evening, but I felt a little guilty for having these thoughts despite my current single status.

Ok, truth time. I may have developed a tiny crush on the older Winchester. I may have also kept my mouth shut about it because it never seemed like a good time to tell him. Demons, angels, the end of the world, yadda yadda. I’m also pretty sure that Dean doesn’t do crushes. Drunken, wild, one night stands, yes. Good morning kisses, late night snuggles, no. Even though my hunter lifestyle didn’t exactly afford any opportunities for a lasting relationship, I simply felt too old for the meaningless sex bullshit. And with Dean, it wouldn’t be meaningless.

“Fuck, I’m too young to be this old,” I muttered to myself.

“What was that?” Sam asked as we rounded the corner. Winchesters and their bionic ears.

“Noth-hofuck,” I stammered, skidding to a halt. I hadn’t expected the man himself to be waiting for us outside.

There he was; Tom Ellis. Leaning his slender body against the north side of the club, clad in a form fitting black suit and crisp white shirt, just idly watching the crowd. A lit cigarette was dangling from his left hand, the other casually tucked into his pants pocket. He was still sporting that slight stubble I loved and vividly remember having rubbed all over my body, all those years ago.

Apparently I wasn’t the only one staring, but I was definitely the only one enjoying my view. “That him?” Dean asked curtly, but didn’t have to wait for my answer.

It was as if Tom had felt me eye fucking him from a short distance and turned to meet my gaze. A sly smile crept onto his perfectly gorgeous face as recognition beamed in his eyes. He flicked his cigarette to the ground and stood up from the wall, waiting for me to come to him. And Goddammit, I did.

“Tom Ellis.” The name slid off my tongue like honey.

“Kitten,” he mused, opening his arms which I slipped easily into. “Bloody hell, you look good.”

I vaguely heard a gruff ‘you gotta be fucking kidding me’ behind me, but I was too busy breathing in Tom’s clean, musky scent with a touch of tobacco. At this rate I would be on my back with both legs in the air by midnight. Get a grip!

“Thank you, but I’m wearing torn jeans and a days old tank top.” I leaned back to look him in the eye. “You’re just being cheeky.”

“You forget, I’ve seen what’s under those ratty clothes.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Trust me, you look ravishing.”

Thank fuck Sam cleared his throat just then or I may have let Tom continue his descent towards my lips. I stepped back and gestured towards my anxious comrades.

“Tom, this is Sam and Dean Winchester.”

“Nice to meet you,” Sam offered, always polite, extending his hand.

“Pleasure,” Tom answered back, equally polite and charming as fuck.

Dean said nothing, just offered his hand. I frowned at him and quirked a brow.

“Wow, that’s quite a grip,” Tom quipped. “I like that.”

“He’s my bodyguard.” I winked at Dean, hoping to ease his obvious tension. He graced me with half a lip curl.

“And what a body to guard.” Tom smirked, pulling me by the waist to his side. “I imagine one of you blokes has had the pleasure?”

I groaned, covering my eyes with one hand as if that would magically make me disappear.

“Can’t say that we have,” Sam replied with a chuckle. He was rubbing the back of his neck, a nervous tell of his.

“Well shame on you both!” Tom chided. “I couldn’t keep my hands off this saucy little--”

“Maybe we should go inside!” I interrupted. I could feel the rose in my cheeks spreading faster than I could try to contain it.

“We do have a damn job to do,” Dean ground out. I noticed his fists clenching at his sides and briefly flirted with the idea that he was jealous. Right, jealous that he wasn’t the only smooth talker around here.

“Right, well, allow me Kitten.” Tom gave me a gentle push at the small of my back and guided me towards the entrance. “This way gentlemen,” he called over his shoulder.

“British douche,” Dean mumbled, hurrying his steps to catch up to us.

“Relax dude,” Sam whispered, falling in step. “We’re guests remember?”

Dean grumbled another incoherent thought and trudged past the bouncer, grimacing immediately at the steady thump thump thump of the music playing inside.

We made our way through the first level, Tom throwing tidbits of information at the boys about the conception of the decor and liquor selection, all the while keeping his hand on the small of my back. It made me feel a little giddy, watching women’s heads turn and glare at me, wondering how I managed to get the attention of the hottest bachelor in town. If they only knew.

I kept stealing glances at the brothers. Sam definitely looked out of his element, hands shoved in his pockets and eyes focusing on anything besides the half naked women dancing on tables all around him. Dean, whom I more than expected to be ogling all of the different specimens, surprisingly kept his eyes locked on Tom and I like he expected an attack. He did have some trust issues, but I would think he’d have enough faith in me to know I wouldn’t knowingly put myself in danger. Maybe my bodyguard joke was a little closer to the mark than I thought.

When he finally made it to the quiet confines of Tom’s private elevator, he spoke as if we were the only two people in sight.

“I’ve got a surprise for you, Kitten.” He flashed me a grin that I knew all too well; trouble.

“You know I don’t like surprises.”

“I think this one will be an exception.” His breath tickled my ear as he leaned in and ding the doors opened.

The familiar interior of his home welcomed us and we all stepped out. I heard a hushed wow from Sam when his eyes locked on the expansive view of the night sky and city below from the living room. Even Dean gave a hum of approval at the impressive bar to the right.

“Would you care for a drink?” He asked to the room.

“No, thanks,” Sam declined politely, eyes still glued to the window.

“I may be persuaded,” I smirked. “Seeing as you have all the good shit.”

“Indeed I do.” There was a lot of innuendo in that statement. “Dean?”

“Whiskey. Neat.”

“Coming right up.” Tom finally broke contact, making it seem like he was heading over to the bar, but stopped mid stride. “On second thought, I’ll leave the drinks to my best bartender.”

The smile I was sporting suddenly dropped. “What?”

“Surprise, Kitten.” Tom slid his hands into his pockets as my heart stopped dead in my chest. He couldn’t mean… “Maze, our guest of honor has arrived,” he called out.

“Fuck,” I puffed out as the sound of clicking heels made its way down the hall.

“Who is--”

“Maze,” I breathed out, essentially cutting Dean off as she came into view.

There she was in all her glory. Soft, caramel skin, dark flowing hair and lean body all wrapped up in black leather, with a smoldering stare. She stopped a mere foot from me, eyes travelling over my face and curves as if committing it to memory.

“My sweet girl,” she cooed. “Did you miss me?”

“I uh--” I cleared my throat, willing my voice to work. Before my brain could even compute what was happening, she stalked in like a cat, working her fingers into my hair and pulled me close to crash her lips against mine.

“Oh shit,” I heard Dean deadpan to my right.

My body went on autopilot at the familiar touch and I grabbed her waist, losing myself in her lips, teeth and tongue when she silently slipped into a more intimate kiss. I had kissed this woman hundreds of times, but she still took my breath away.

“I love reunions.” The sound of Tom’s voice was like a bucket of cold water, ricocheting me out of my reverence. I took a step back, after steadying myself.

“Wow. Um. Maze.” I haphazardly motioned to the rather stunned men in the room. “Sam. Dean.”

Maze set her sights on Sam first; the poor bastard. She sauntered over to him, holding out her hand and not-so-subtly undressing him with her eyes.

“Hmm. Big boy.”

“Heh, yeah, um. Sam.” He practically tripped over himself to grasp her hand.

“Saaammm,” she drew out seductively, “I like the way that sounds.”

“Oh God,” I groaned to myself. I was still recovering from my accosting, but recognized the swagger of her voice.

“And you.” She walked with purpose towards Dean, not even bothering to extend her hand. “I can tell you’re in the right place.” She looked him up and down. “Just our type.”

“Maze,” I warned gently. “Ease up.”

“I’m just having some fun baby girl. Besides, you’re still my favorite.”

“Ok, whoa.” Dean seemed to shake his previous shock. “So you two…?”

“Used to fuck?” Maze finished for him without missing a beat.

“Maze!” I hissed.

“Actually us three,” Tom added with a shit eating grin, coming to stand beside her.

“Fucking shit, Tom!” I rubbed at my temples furiously. “They didn’t know.”

“You’re not ashamed of us, are you Kitten?”

“No, I just…” I looked helplessly between Sam and Dean, trying to read their expressions. “Like to leave certain things in the past.”

“You sure we can’t convince you to do a little...reminiscing?” Tom quirked a brow, leaning towards me in a predatory manner.

“So what can you tell us about this party?” Sam interrupted mercifully. He could always tell when things were getting sidetracked or in this case, extremely uncomfortable. I thanked him profusely with my eyes.

Tom’s face fell momentarily as he switched his gaze to Sam, allowing me time to gather my wits and retreat a few steps backwards towards Dean. Even though he wasn’t touching me, I could feel his body looming inches away which brought me comfort. I glanced down and cleared my throat when I noticed Maze studying me, curious and thoughtful.

“It’s always a big to-do. Bunch of rich slags gathered together to celebrate their impeccable wealth.” Tom started to make his way towards the couch, a silent invitation for everyone to follow. Maze set to work on the drinks. “This chap happens to hold the largest collection of religious artifacts this side of the Mississippi, despite having no interest in actual religion. He simply likes to procure things that fetch an impressive price.”

I sat down on the opposite couch facing Tom while Dean took up residency to my right, throwing an arm over the back of the couch as if he was ready to put it around my shoulders at any minute. Always my vigilant bodyguard. Sam sat in an arm chair to my left.

“And you know he has the book for sure?” Sam asked.

“Yes, I’ve seen it on one of his many, tedious house tours.” Tom rolled his eyes, crossing one leg over the other. “I can’t believe I actually have to endure another torturous evening with that dull bastard.”

Dean snorted; this pompous asshole couldn’t even fathom the real meaning of torture. Poor, spoiled little rich douche, having to get all dressed up to drink expensive champagne and eat delicious catered food while the team of hunters risked life and limb to save the world every damn day.

I reached out and patted Dean’s knee, reading his thoughts behind that scowl on his face. I understood his anger, but also knew it wasn’t worth a fight. Tom knew what I did for a living to a degree, but I never gave him the full disclosure on the horror we faced every day. I pretty much eluded to being a glorified researcher of lore, sometimes coming in contact with actual phenomena.

“Thank you again for getting Sam and I in.” I smiled fondly. “Who is Sam’s date by the way?”

“Me,” Maze beamed, holding out a Crown and cranberry on the rocks to me. She remembered my favorite girly drink.

“What?” I asked, face falling again.

“What’s the matter sweetie?” She handed Dean’s drink to him before sauntering over to Sam. “Jealous?” She perched on the arm of his chair, throwing her arm around his neck.

“Not jealous, just surprised,” I murmured, taking a sip of my drink. “Didn’t pin you for this kind of shindig.”

“I love a good party.” She grinned, giving Sam a squeeze. “And a good piece of arm candy.”

Sam chuckled nervously, not quite knowing what to do with his hands as he fidgeted in his seat. He finally decided on leaving them in his lap, perhaps hiding any fascination he had with Maze being so close and smelling so good. I knew the feeling.

“Besides, Maze is excellent at creating a distraction if need be,” Tom pointed out.

“We’re hoping to keep it discreet,” I clarified. “We don’t need any unwanted attention.”

“Kitten, it’s inevitable when you enter a room,” Tom wiggled his eyebrows. “It’s hard not to pay attention.”

“Ugh, enough.” I practically gulped the rest of my drink, the flattery starting to make me uncomfortable again. I hadn’t held the interest of a man with such intensity in a long time.

“What? I’m not wrong.” Tom turned his attention to Dean, who was silently fuming into his drink. “Isn’t that right, Dean?”

Dean blinked twice, surprised at being acknowledged, but also for the question. “Excuse me?”

“I find it hard to believe that you don’t notice the attention this lovely woman garners.” Tom leaned forward, the corner of his mouth turned up in a knowing smirk. “Being her bodyguard and all.”

I squinted at the two as they shared a look that I couldn’t decipher. Tom’s words vaguely sounded like a challenge, but it didn’t make sense why he would be baiting Dean.

“I notice.” For some reason those two words, spoken so low and firm, made my arms break out in goosebumps.

“Ok, well, moving right along.” I jumped up and headed over the bar to set my empty glass down. “The party is tomorrow evening. Let’s talk strategy now and then we’ll meet back here tomorrow so we can leave together.”

“No sleepover?” Tom pouted. “I thought we could do body shots and have naked pillow fights.”

“You realize that doesn’t actually happen,” I quipped.

“I seem to remember that one night in Vegas--”

“Ah! Shh!” I cut Maze off with a stern look and my pointer finger daring her to continue. “We are not staying here tonight.”

“Why not? Afraid something might happen?” Tom asked with a cocky smile on his face.

I opened my mouth to say something, but my mind decided to check out on me at that very moment. Truth be told, being in close proximity with this man always led to bad decisions, mostly entailing some kind of nudity. So yes, maybe I was a little afraid something would happen. Not that it wouldn’t be satisfying, but…

“Look, she’s thinking about it,” Maze pointed out. “Taking a trip down memory lane, sweetie?”

The sound of Dean slamming down his empty glass on the coffee table was enough to startle everyone in the room. “Can we move this along? I’m tired,” he ground out evenly.

“It’s been a long drive,” Sam explained softly, trying to justify his brother’s outburst. “We still need to find a motel and get something to eat, so maybe we could strategize tomorrow?”

“Right, look,” Tom stood, holding his arms out as a peace offering. “I do have a guest room that could accommodate two of you nicely.” He turned to me, a sincere look on his face. “No sense spending money on a room when there’s a perfectly good one here. This couch is quite comfy as well.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” I’m pretty sure my voice didn’t hold much authority as the idea of sleeping on sheets that didn’t have questionable stains and a mattress that didn’t sink in the middle, sounded like pure heaven.

“I’ll keep my hands where you can see them.” He held them up and wiggled his fingers. “I’ll even have the kitchen send up some food. We do have some pretty delectable desserts.”

I sighed and locked eyes with Sam first, giving him a tired head tilt. He seemed to mull it over briefly, stealing concerned glances at his brother before finally giving a shrug that said ‘I’m ok, if you are.’ I then turned to Dean, who was still sitting with his forearms resting on his knees, leaning forward and looking at nothing in particular. He seemed tense, but I couldn’t argue with Tom’s logic.

“What do you say Dean?” I asked softly, coming to sit on the arm of the couch and grasping his shoulder. “Sounds like there’s pie in it for ya.” I grinned down at him, but he still didn’t look at me.

“Fine.” He stood up abruptly, nearly knocking me over as he shrugged my hand off. “I’ll get our stuff.” Without another word or look at any of us, he stalked off towards the elevator.

I stared at his retreating back, mouth slightly agape. Where had this attitude come from? He hadn’t balked when I first came to him with the idea of Tom helping us infiltrate the party in order to acquire the book we needed. I knew Tom had laid it on a little thick, but what the hell did he care? As much flirting as I had been subjected to in sleazy bars, diners and even on cases, I felt he owed me one. Besides, we were being offered comfortable accommodations and hot, fresh food. Since when did Dean not get excited about pie?

“Dean, wait!” I called out, springing to my feet. “I’ll come with you.”

“I don’t need any--” But it was too late and I was stepping in beside him just as the doors closed.