Sam rubbed his temples and Dean looked ready to kill. You and Ketch were fighting...again. It was never ending with the two of you. You fought about everything. On the rare occasions you weren't fighting, the two of you would glare at each other across the room. Sam was pretty certain he knew why you fought so much, but Dean? He didn't care. He was just tired of it.

"Alright, that's it! I've had it!" he cried. Your argument was cut off as you both looked at Dean. "I'm sick of this. You two are gonna work out whatever it is between you, if it kills you." He tossed a set of keys at you. You caught them and looked at him in confusion.

"You're going up to one of Bobby's cabins and staying there until you can work together," Sam explained. You opened your mouth to argue with them, but Sam held up a hand. "Sorry, Y/N, but we can't hunt effectively with you at each other's throats. Just go and figure it out, okay?" You shot a glare at Ketch over your shoulder and stormed off to pack.

Ketch glanced at the brothers. "Do you have idea why Y/N hates me?" he asked. Sam smirked while Dean shrugged. "Figure it out, would you? Maybe then we could actually finish a hunt without you two fighting." Ketch sighed and nodded as he turned to go back his own bag. On his way, he passed your room. The door was slightly ajar and he could hear you muttering to yourself. Ignoring you, Ketch went to his own room.

You heard him pass by and breathed a sigh of relief. You didn't want to fight right then. It was bad enough you were going to have to spend an unknown amount of time with him in the cabin. The thought of being in such close quarters with Ketch sent a shudder down your spine. Contrary to popular belief, you didn't hate the man. The tension between you two was simply caused by the unvoiced attraction you felt for him.

You'd always felt physically attracted to the man. You hadn't cared much for his personality at first, but he was trying to change now that he was no longer part of the British Men of Letters. Still, you both had strong personalities and so butted heads a lot. You just didn't know how to voice your feelings without sounding weak or like a high school kid confessing a crush. If there was one thing you didn't want to be around Ketch, it was weak.

You finished packing at met Ketch at his car. You didn't say anything as you threw your bag in the trunk and climbed in. In fact, you didn't say a word the entire ride to the cabin. What could you say? You had a feeling that, if you opened your mouth, you'd blame him and start yet another argument.

"It looks like we are in for some inclement weather," Ketch muttered when you finally pulled up to the cabin. You let out a hum as you got out of the car. Ketch hurried to the trunk and grabbed your bags. "I can carry my own bag," you mumbled. Ketch ignored you. With a sigh, you turned on your heel and went to unlock the door.

Once inside, you whirled on Ketch again. "Look, I don't like this. Not at all. I propose a deal. We stay the night and leave tomorrow morning. Take separate vacations for say, oh, a week. Then meet back up and go back to the bunker together. Tell the boys we worked out our differences. We can just try to keep the fighting to a minimum in front of the boys."

Ketch's lips turned down into a slight frown, but he didn't say anything. He didn't like being told what to do anymore. Not since he broke free of the "old men" of Kendrick's. But you seemed adamant that you weren't going to stay with him so he gave a small nod. With a smug smirk, you turned away and left him standing in the entryway.

All night long, you slept like a rock, happy with your new arrangement. Ketch, however, laid awake most of the night. He couldn't help but wonder why you had such animosity toward him. He couldn't recall actually doing anything to you. While he didn't really care for the way the Winchesters and their pet angel were handling things, he knew it was for the best. You couldn't be the best hunting team if you were at each other's throats all the time. With a sigh, Ketch closed his eyes and tried to sleep.

Ketch woke the next morning to the sound of the door slamming and a curse from you. He shot up and bolted over to the door. You were there, shaking snow out of your hair and glaring. "We're snowed in," you grumbled, shucking off your coat before you stormed into the kitchen of the cabin. Ketch heard pots and pans being moved around and he assumed you were going to try and cook breakfast.

He entered the kitchen. You were muttering angrily to yourself while you flitted about the kitchen. "Perhaps I can be of assistance?" he asked, causing you to whirl around, your hand on your chest. "Son of a- DON'T DO THAT!" Ketch bit back a laugh and made his offer again. You appeared to contemplate it for a second before you sighed. Since you were going to be stuck there, you might as well play nice. "Sure. Would you mind getting the eggs out of the refrigerator?" Ketch actually smiled.

*time skip*

Being stuck together in the cabin with Ketch wasn't as horrible as you thought it would be. Away from the hunting and the Winchesters, with a glass of whiskey, Ketch was downright pleasant. And your attraction to him only grew because of that. You didn't realize it would all come to a head one night.

You don't know how it started, but you were on the brink of another argument. Heated words were being exchanged and insults tossed back and forth. "Why does it matter whether or not I hate you, Y/N? You don't seem to mind when other people hate you. Why me?" You let out a groan. "BECAUSE I DON'T LOVE ANY OTHER PEOPLE!" you cried and the atmosphere instantly shifted.

"You don't...what?" You sighed as you ran your fingers through your hair. "I don't love them. I love you, K-Arthur. I didn't want to seem weak, so I didn't say anything." Ketch didn't speak, but kept taking steps closer until he was right in front of you. "If I have learned anything from my time at Kendrick's, it is that love does not make you weak. Love is what drives people to fight and to live. Love is a strength."

"Not when the man you love doesn't love you back." Ketch chuckled, using his fingers to lift your chin. "And why do you get to decide how I feel? I never said I did not love you. Quite the contrary. I believe that what I have with you is the closest thing to love I will ever have." You smiled at him. "You think so?" Ketch brought his lips closer to hover over yours. "I do. Just as I believe that there are better uses of our time in this cabin than arguing." You arched a brow. "Oh? Such as?" Just as you predicted, Ketch slanted his lips across yours. You sighed into the kiss, happy to have all your feelings out in the open, and reciprocated. Now you just had to tell the boys.