Author's Note: New story! Let me know what you think. It's so weird starting new. I've been writing about Meredith and Dean for so long now that I'm almost trying to find my footing with these new characters. Stone cold 2013 Dean is hard to capture as well so it's a little bit of a struggle. I hope that I'll eventually get there but here goes! On to new adventures... bare with me, please. :)

"Taylor. Taylor, it's time to wake up. We're here," I heard my dad said, pulling me from the dreamless sleep I had been in previously. I blinked my eyes a couple of times, adjusting to the sunlight. The jeep we had been riding in came to a stop and before I knew it, the doors were being pulled open.

"Here is…" I trailed off.

"Camp Chitaqua. We can take care of others and we'll be safe here as well," my dad replied.

I nodded, "Yeah." I got out of the car, stretching my arms and legs. It had been a long drive but we were here now. Time for change… again. Then again, I was used to it.

"Taylor Ford?" another man asked. The two men that were driving the car had just come from another mission, so they were dressed, ready for battle, and their loaded guns weren't at all hidden.

"Yes?" I replied.

"Meg will show you to your cabin," he said, sternly.

I nodded, "Okay." He nodded to someone over my head, causing me to turn around, only to find a woman with blonde hair just a little longer than her shoulders standing behind me. She had a long sleeve, heather grey, v-neck shirt on, and a pair of jeans.

"Right this way," she said, before turning around and beginning to walk. I followed close behind her, as I heard them saying something to my father.

"Dr. Henry Ford," I heard the man say as I began to walk away.

"Yes?" my father asked.

"Come this way. We'll show you your cabin first then to the clinic. Hope you don't mind working on your first day here. There are some injured people from the last mission," the man replied.

"Of course," Dad said back, as I turned around to look at him once, before following Meg all the way to my cabin.

"So, what's with Captain Serious?" I asked, jokingly.

"Liam? He's very serious about his work," she replied.

"I can tell," I replied, lightly.

"Here at Camp Chitaqua we rarely take anything with a grain of salt. He just worries… Just wait until you meet our fearless leader. He, on the other hand… well, he makes Liam look like Captain Joke-a-lot," Meg answered.

"Fearless leader?" I asked skeptically, raising an eyebrow. What kind of douche bag let people call him that?

"Yes. Dean Winchester. I'm sure you've heard of him," Meg answered. Dean Winchester. I had heard all about him. Probably more than I should. "But Liam really is sweet. He puts on a front when he's out in the field. Sometimes it's even hard to break it down after a mission."

"Oh," I said, my eyes widening. "You mean… you and Liam…?"

"Are married," Meg answered.

"Ah," I said, biting my lip. Now, I felt really uncomfortable. "Sorry."

"It's okay," Meg chuckled. "It must be different where you're coming from."

I shook my head, "Not that much different." Dad and I had been running around the country, seeking refuge while at the same time, finding a place that had just been attacked to help out any survivors. Meg and I hiked up another hill before finally stopping at a cabin with a couple of neighbors. There were more cabins ways away so mine was a little more isolated.

"Well, welcome to Camp Chitaqua. Liam tells me that you and your father are doctors," Meg started.

"Yeah, we are," I answered.

"So how'd you end up here?" Meg asked.

"Dad and I were working at hospitals across the country from each other but when the Croatoan virus hit, we knew it was safer to stick together. I flew to Boston from Seattle and the two of us have been trying to find safe places where we know we can help injured civilians ever since," I replied.

"You and your dad are doing a lot of good. At least that's what we heard. That's what Liam told me when he found you guys in the run down clinic under attack," Meg replied.

I nodded, "We used to be hunters. Once you're out, they pull you right back in, don't they?"

"Yeah…" Meg trailed off. "Well, I'll let you go. Here's your key. And make sure you salt the doors and windows."

"Thanks," I said, taking the key from her.

"And if you need anything, let me know," Meg added.

I nodded again, "Okay. Thanks." I watched as Meg shot me a friendly smile before heading down the hill. I turned around, before climbing the steps to my cabin, unlocking the door, and stepping inside. The place was empty, all but a couch, and a refrigerator in the kitchen area, along with a stove and sink. In the bedroom, there was a bed, pushed up against the wall.

"Home sweet home, huh?" I murmured to myself, headings towards the bedroom to unpack my things.

Although no one has said anything specifically to me, I heard Liam earlier telling my father about getting to the clinic. Once I finished packing and salting the windows and doors, I left the cabin, making sure to lock up. I headed down towards the populated area. A mother walked by, holding her daughter in her arms and speaking to her softly while there were a few other women congregated in a group of three, leaning up against the front wall of a cabin. I spotted another, larger cabin labeled 'clinic' with a red cross under it.

"Alright then," I muttered to myself, walking over to it, and pushing the door open before entering.

Inside, there was somewhat of a waiting room, and several rooms that looked like exam rooms. Some of them were labeled exam and recovery rooms while there were two with the letters 'OR' scratched into it. So much for sanitary…

"Sweetie, what are you doing here?" I heard a voice ask, quickly causing me to turn around.

"Dad," I started, seeing him. "I heard Liam tell you to come down to the clinic so I figured I'd come down as well."

"Yeah, we could use all the hands we can get. You should see this place," Dad said. I furrowed my eyebrows, puzzled by what he said as he led me to another room, covered by a curtain. He pulled back the curtain to reveal an even bigger room with hurt patients sprawled all over the place. Ah. So this was Camp Chitaqua's version of the emergency room.

My dad and I exchanged glances.

"You take the right side, I'll take the left side," Dad said.

"Divide and conquer. I like how you think, Dad," I said back, as we split up, tackling the eager patients as soon as possible. Already day one and I was hard at work. This was nothing new to me.

"Dr. Ford, your patient's ready for you in exam room two," a woman said, going over to him. Or not. So much for divide and conquer, Dad.

"Great! Taylor, this is Dr. Rhys and Dr. Rhys, this is the other Dr. Ford, my daughter," Dad introduced. "Would you show her where to go?"

"Of course," Dr. Rhys replied. Dad disappeared while I followed the other woman as I began my work in the clinic.

~3rd Person POV~

"Good job, guys. Unload the truck," Dean demanded, slinging his bag over his shoulder. Two guys stayed behind, to unload the weapons at the back of the jeeps, while the rest followed Dean. Dean was at the front of the pack: the fearless leader – or so they called him.

"Liam!" Dean called out, seeing the second in command here at Camp Chitaqua as he headed to where dinner was being set out for everyone.

"Winchester. How was the mission?" Liam asked.

"Good," Dean replied. "How was yours? You get the doctors?"

"Yeah," Liam replied.

"I still can't believe they were able to hide out this long," Dean started, as he and Liam walked in long stride together.

"I can't believe we were able to find them. They used to be hunters, Dean. They must be good since it was so hard to track them," Liam replied.

Dean nodded, "Well, at least we have 'em now. Ford… uh, he'll be head of the clinic."

"Yeah," Liam answered. "And the girl. We could use her out in the field."

"You think?" Dean asked.

"Yeah," Liam answered as they got to the site where dinner was served. Liam pointed her out and Dean raised his eyebrows.

"That's her?"

"Taylor Ford. From what I heard, she's good on her feet and a quick thinker," Liam answered.

"I bet that's not all she's good at," Dean smirked.

"What? I know that look?" Liam asked, calling his friend out.

Dean shrugged, "Nobody told me we were hiring a hot doctor."

"I knew you'd say that," Liam chuckled.

"What?" Dean asked innocently.

"Nothing, man," Liam said.

"Hold on," Dean said, a smirk spreading across his lips.

"Oh no. Don't tell me you're going over there," Liam started.

"So? I'm the best welcoming committee a girl could get," Dean smirked, shrugging carelessly as he began to walk over towards Taylor.

"Don't do anything stupid!" Liam called after him, shaking his head and laughing.

~End 3rd Person POV~

I had an apple in my hands and a Styrofoam plate about to get some more food. I wasn't extremely hungry for some reason that night but I knew I had to eat something. I put a piece of bread on my plate and then spooned a couple of spoonfuls of chili onto my plate.

"You must be new here," I heard a voice say. I put the big spoon back into the pot of chili and turned around to see a handsome, rugged looking man standing behind me. He had hazel green eyes and dirty blonde, almost light brown, short hair.

"What gave it away?" I asked back.

"I haven't seen you around," Dean replied. He crossed his arms over his chest. "Besides, I orchestrated that little mission. Liam just carried it out."

"Wow, so should I be thanking you as my savior then?" I asked sarcastically, raising an eyebrow.

Dean smirked, "Uh yeah. And I like to be thanked a certain way."

I shot him a fake smile, "Well, you make one hell of a welcome wagon."

"Thanks," he replied, proudly. "I'm Dean."

"Taylor," I answered. He opened his mouth to say something but I was too quick. Before he could get another word out, I said something, looking for an exit strategy.

"Look, I should get back to my dad. I promised we'd have dinner together," I said back, averting my eyes uncomfortably.

"Okay. How about I show you around camp later?" Dean proposed.

I bit my lip, thinking it over. This guy right in front of me made me want to say no, but the stories I had heard about who he used to be… that was different. I knew that I was probably making the wrong decision, but I was curious. I wanted to see if this was 100% him now – this cocky, intense, sex-driven man with no other thoughts of compassion. If it was, then I'd find some way to leave, but I was curious to see if there was something more – the "more" that I had been told about.

"Yeah, okay," I answered, shrugging.

"Great. I'll find you after dinner," Dean smiled.

"Okay," I replied, weakly, before leaving Dean and going over to the long, wooden picnic table that my dad was sitting at. "Hey, Dad."

"You makin' friends over there?" Dad asked, nodding towards Dean.

"Not really," I answered.

"It looked like it," Dad countered.

I shook my head, "Dad, it's not a big deal. I knew his brother. That's all. That's my only interest."

"Okay," Dad accepted, nodding.

"Hey, I'm going to stop by the clinic again after dinner and probably work till close," I said, quickly changing the subject and beginning to eat my dinner.

"Yeah. I'll probably head over there later," Dad replied.

"Sounds good," I replied, sleepily.

"Sweetie, maybe you should head back to your cabin and sleep. You must be exhausted from the trip and I can take over. Besides, we have quite a staff back at the clinic. When they asked me to come run it, I thought we'd spend weeks in training but now, a lot of them are quite skilled," Dad began.

"You mean Dr. Rhys?" I asked.

"Claire? Well, yes, she and some of the other staff as well," Dad answered.

"Ooh, 'Claire'," I teased.

"Taylor," my dad warned, frowning.

"What? It looks you're making friends too," I joked.

My dad sighed, "Taylor, you're a trip, you know that?"

"The apple doesn't fall too far from the tree," I shrugged. He chuckled in response.

I heard the door to the clinic open just as the clinic was closing up. I was making sure all of the information was correct for my patients before putting them up and heading out for the night. Dad had stopped by earlier but I had assured him that I'd be able to handle closing up. I called out to whoever it was: "We're closing! If you really need something, I could see you for the moment." I turned around, seeing a perfectly healthy man standing in the doorway. "Dean."

"Hey," he said.

"Well, you're not sick or bleeding," I said back.

"Nice work, Captain Obvious. Is that what they taught you in med school?" Dean asked, playfully.

I let an amused laugh out, "Just how I pictured."

"So you've been thinking about me?" Dean smirked.

"Down, boy," I warned, playfully. "Look, it's getting late and I really should lock up." I turned around, putting up my last chart onto the shelf where the clinic kept the binders with the logs of all of the patients that had been in today. It wasn't like a normal hospital where each patient had their own chart, but more of a log where the patient's name was written down, what they were being treated for, and how we treated them.

"I missed you at dinner," Dean said.

"What?" I asked, whipping around, not knowing what he was talking about.

"Remember? I was supposed to show you around camp," Dean replied, smoothly. I could tell what he wanted and I had to admit that he was intimidating. He had this stone cold façade that I never remembered Sam ever talking about. And his flirting was empty. There was nothing there. It was clear that the man only wanted something physical.

"Right," I said. "It's dark now and a tour of the camp kind of defeats the purpose of me getting to see the place. Rain check?"

"Sure," Dean replied, unconvinced.

"Alright, well I should get going," I said, uncomfortably. I took of my lab coat and hung it up on a hook by the door, unsure about even going near Dean. What was I afraid of anyways? I mean, the man was attractive but I had self control, right? Dean put a hand on my arm, turning me to face him.

"Let me walk you back to your cabin," Dean offered, his hand still gripping my arm. It was getting dark and with everything out there, it would be comforting to have someone there. But would it send the wrong message? Before I could resist I found myself answering with a 'yes' to him.

"Great."

As Dean and I walked back to my cabin, we ended up talking a little. He asked me where I was from and only a little about me. I asked him about him, but I didn't need to know where he was from. I already knew that. In short, we made small talk.

"Well, this is me," I said to Dean. "Thanks for walking me back, by the way. I'll see you tomorrow, Dean." I turned around and started to walk up to my cabin when I realized Dean was still standing there. I turned around to see Dean with a puzzled look on his face.

"You're not going to invite me in?" he asked, scratching the back of his head.

I opened my mouth to say something, but ended up pressing my lips together, trying to sensor what I really wanted to say, "No."

"Wh-, I walked you back to your cabin!" he offered up.

"Yes and…?" I asked back.

"Well-, well most girls always- they always invite me in," Dean stammered, shocked.

I sighed, crossing my arms over my chest as I stood on my porch, "I'm not most girls, Dean."

"I see that," he said, looking me up and down, causing me to roll my eyes. "You're really not going to invite me in, are you?"

"Nope," I shrugged.

"Why?" Dean asked bluntly.

"Why?" I asked back, shocked that he even asked.

"Yeah, why? Look, I'm not looking for a relationship or anything. It'd just be casual. I'm an attractive guy and you're a very attractive woman. Why not?" he shrugged, simply.

"Let me put it this way, Dean," I started. I was going to be brutally honest. "Your offer is tempting. I'd be lying if I told you that I wasn't physically attracted to you but… but I just got here and I need to time to adjust before jumping into anything – even if it is casual. Besides, I don't even know you!"

"What's there to know?" Dean asked.

I shook my head, chuckling, "Goodnight, Dean. Thanks for walking me back to my cabin. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Just like that?" Dean asked, a playful smile spreading across his face.

"Yep. Just like that," I answered.

"Fine, goodnight. But this conversation isn't over," Dean said.

"Sure," I replied, unconvinced. Dean bit his lip, trying to hide a smile as he shook his head. He turned around and began to jog away as I stood there, leaning against my front door. I closed my eyes and sighed. I had to admit there were moments where I did feel chemistry. But was it really enough? Did I really want to start something with him, especially something casual? Did I even do casual?

"Sam, if there's ounce of you that's still on this planet, you're going to kill me. I think I just flirted with your brother," I said aloud to myself. I shook my head before unlocking the door to my cabin and going in for my first night's rest. Camp Chitaqua was a hell of a lot more than I expected it would be.