Disclaimer: The only thing that's mine is my over-active imagination. The main plot idea isn't even mine, it belongs to 00shelly77 of youtube, creator of a brilliant Dearoline video called I Had To Look Out For You. You should check it out.

Note: For plot purposes, Caroline Forbes is human throughout this story.

"Dean! I swear to God, if you don't…" Caroline's squeals were interrupted with fits of giggles. Her sides ached from the constant attack of her boyfriend's relentless fingers, sneaking into the most ticklish of spots right beneath her ribs, despite her adamant protests. She wiggled beneath his touch, the pressure of his hips on top of hers keeping her firmly underneath him. Not that she minded that position too much. The scent of worn leather mingled with her sweet perfume in the hot Georgia summer air.

It just caused Caroline's heart to beat even faster as she struggled, the grin on her face defusing any objections she might make.

She'd been practically aching for his touch since the beginning of this hunt. Dean didn't like to be distracted too much while he was working, didn't want to put someone's life in danger because he'd been busy getting laid, so Caroline had waited with baited breath in a disgusting hotel room for that damned demon to finally be found. It was exhausting, watching Dean's broody face every day and knowing that she could cheer him up so easily. But she wasn't supposed to. So when everything was said and done, she'd been fully determined to make it up to him, and she had, for the last hour. Still it was never enough.

"You swear to God, what?" Dean's hot breath tingled against her ear as his thumbs grazed the velvety skin of her stomach.

Caroline shuddered underneath him at the skilled touch of his fingers. Her hips lifted up of their own accord, tightening the small space between them. "We're going to be late. You promised Sam we would be back in an hour and it's been nearly two." Her cheeks blushed pink and warm as he drew back and their eyes met, the spark igniting instantly at just a glance. A deep growl rumbled from Dean's chest as he leaned forward, trapping Caroline between his arms as she chuckled.

"Sammy can wait." Dean whispered gruffly. He nipped lightly at her neck, teeth barely grazing skin, but Caroline tilted easily to meet him with a gasp of pleasure. He grinned, pleased with her reaction, until she planted both hands on his chest and used all of her strength to shove him to the other side of the car.

"Quit it, we have to go!" She protested, her body arguing. Dean grumbled under his breath as he twisted the key and the Impala roared to life. He drove with one hand on the wheel, the other running teasing circles on Caroline's thigh. She couldn't help but relax into his touch, as she always did. Despite their near constant teasing, the occasional argument over who had control of the radio, most of what she had found with Dean was simple. It was comforting and easy, the way she had always felt a relationship should be. Yes, there was work - every relationship has work - but more often than not, Caroline and Dean meshed together in a relaxed way, two halves of a whole.

That was, until he drove her half wild on the other side of the car, grinning that smirk that always seemed to send her hormones into overdrive. The moonlight scattering through the trees lit him up with an eerie glow. His concentration was only somewhat on the road, more than a little distracted glancing sideways to Caroline. The crooked smirk deepened as their eyes clicked together, holding for a full second. Caroline was busy drinking him in, capturing the sight of every worry-caused line that crinkled at his eyes, the slight bump left from a broken nose, the softest hint of stubble along his jaw, all the things she loved, all the things that made Dean, Dean.

She didn't hear the squealing of rubber against wet pavement. For a fraction of a second, Dean's face was illuminated by a new brighter light, throwing him into sharp relief in the darkened car. She saw the fear-stricken look in his eyes, and instantly concerned, opened her mouth to ask what was wrong.

Then everything was crushed, pain, the rusty taste of blood in her mouth. Something sharp against her head. More pain. A scream. Black.

Dean awoke with an ache throbbing behind his temple. His eyelashes seemed glued together as they slowly flickered open. Darkness surrounded him, the crackling sound of an old Metallica tape somehow still popping from the speakers. "The hell…" His voice was gruff, the dry taste in his mouth making it difficult to speak. A drop of blood dripped from his cheek to his hand as Dean shoved at the inflated airbag that pressed against his chest.

The flickering realization was almost instant, yet he hated himself for not having had it before. Caroline. Pain shot through his neck and down his spine as Dean tilted his head in her direction. The darkness was so thick and heavy that he could barely make out the shape of her. A streetlight cast a halo-like glow onto her blonde hair. She was so still. Dean ignored the stinging pain up his shoulder as he reached for the girl, gently shaking her arm. Her head flopped back from the airbag, and Dean could see the long gash across her face, dripping red.

He'd so many terrible things in his lifetime, things that most people couldn't stomach. And he considered himself strong for having done that, for never losing his cool over some monster or a little bit of gore. You killed a few demons in your life, he figured, hell, you could do just about anything.

But the sight of an unconscious Caroline sent him reeling. Bile built in the back of his throat, and he was only just able to push it aside, overridden by the terror. They said fear was crippling, paralyzing, but he felt anything but. He could barely feel the pain anymore as he leaned down over her, yanking the seat belt that held Caroline to the car and quickly scooped her up. Her body was limp and heavy as he kicked open the driver's door and stumbled out into the grass. There were sounds still, the tape playing, and some voice that was screaming at him, but he couldn't hear anything past the sound of Caroline's labored breathing.

Placing her gently on the ground, Dean grasped her face in both hands, now sticky with blood. "Baby? Baby, can you hear me?" His voice sounded wrong, panicked, scared. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been this scared before. "Caroline, you gotta… You have to wake up, baby." Her eyes stayed closed, her face still angelically peaceful, even as a siren call rent through the air.

"Sir, you have to let us through." Dean was still yelling at her, telling her to wake up, damnit, when a hand on his shoulder stopped him. He almost flipped the guy over onto his back on pure instinct alone, but glanced up just in time to see a paramedic with a worried expression. "You need to let us help her."

Dean nodded hazily as Caroline was lifted out of his arms and moved onto a stretcher. He began to stand up, intending to follow wherever they took her, when he was hit by an overwhelming dizziness. "Care, you gotta… You have to… Wake up." The words slipped from his lips just as the ground rushed up to meet him.