Disclaimer: I do NOT own Supernatural characters, I only lay claim to my own creations.

Authors Note: Hey guys, it's me again; so I've been receiving mail lately involving this one shot – it seems many of you would like me to continue it.

After some much needed time to think about it and evaluate everything I have ultimately decided that I will continue the story, but instead of hanging onto every episode of the seasons, I'll probably approach the story with a behind the scenes dynamic; I.E the cases we didn't get to watch unfold.

Now due to college and work I only have one day off out of the week; I hope to update as frequently as possible, but I only find it fair to warn you guys of my situation.

I hope you guys stick around to read the idea, and thank you for previous support.

Divine Dusk

What was so enticing about Dean Winchester? That thought raced in Norah Gartland's mind it seemed every other damn day.

She wasn't stupid of course; Norah knew one of the obvious contributing factors was his image. It would appear Dean seemed to have been blessed with a visually pleasing physique as Norah could tell; her extended stays in motels with the one of two Winchester's as proof for that fact.

But that fact itself seemed to create the confusion in Norah's mind.

What Dean made up for in looks he lacked in personality. Sure, Dean was loyal, protective, and unyielding when it came down to family and good vs. evil, yet behind that layer he seemed to have built a façade, one of a man's man personality. And maybe that was the little feminist inside her speaking, but after so many years with someone like Dean who'd rather hide with sarcastic snipes and player-ways the idea of being with him seemed to diminish.

It wasn't fair, Norah knew it, because hell, she hid herself as well, but it was safe. And with what they did, safe was good.

"Well didn't you get yourself into a predicament?" the question was taunting and directed solely on the shorter Winchester tied to a chair.

The glare received was not unnoticed by Norah as she slowly crept over and began to work on the knots.

"Where's Sammy?" Dean's voice was rough and tired.

"Busy with your frie-"

But her sentence could not finish due to the great force of a bat gracing the side of her skull.

"Son of a bitch!" Dean's shout echoed in the tiny boiler room, a sudden spout of energy from adrenaline kicking in. "I swear to God-"

The man was shaking, rambling here and there between words, ignoring Dean.

Dean narrowed his eyes and continued to struggle, switching from focusing on Norah and the nutcase in front of him. The large, metal door opening caused his eyes to shift slightly and watch as two vampires slowly entered the room. Well, where the hell was Sam?!

"So are we good, I've got them, Dean and Sam Winchester." The strange, homeless man gestured to the chair and floor.

Dean scoffed at the man's stupidity. "You think they'll give you whatever they promised? Eternity and money right," another glare and scoff, "they're just mindless, blood-sucking freaks."

"We're good." The male vampire's voice was eloquent and pleasing, ignoring Dean.

In an instant the disgusting man before Dean was being lifted in the air by a hand, bat dropping to the floor, followed by a quick snap of the neck.

"What a waste…" the female vampire arched an eyebrow at Dean and stared dully at the body on the floor.

"Find the real Sam Winchester and bring him back here." The orders are stern, and a complete 180 to the male vampire's lighter tone before.

"Sammy!" Dean's urgent struggles cause Norah to stir, bringing the two vampires attentions to her.

"What about one quick snack first?" the question is asked as the female walks lazily over the dead man, teeth already out, and ignoring her friend's request for only a brief second. "Think of it as prep before the big game."

Dean's chair is wobbling on the floor now as he thinks about his brother and witnesses Norah being lifted like a doll by her hair, feet no longer touching the ground.

Then silence for a millisecond, and 'THUD!' Norah's on the floor again, with the female vampire lying next to her, a bullet hole opening up her temple.

Dean and Norah watch as Sam throws the other vampire with a power the other two can only witness, and suddenly another bullet resounds and both creatures are dead. Dean sits, almost shell-shocked, and at the same time not. Norah feels the discomfort and breaks the silence.

"Well then…"

It's quiet in the motel they'd rented. Dean is in the bathroom cleaning up and Norah just awakens from a nap. She looks around, hearing the sink running, but no soft breathing, no Sam.

"He's still out."

Norah's head whips around at Dean's voice.

"Yeah?" it comes out as a question, even though it's apparent she already knew that answer.

"Yeah, thought it'd be a good idea to get some decent dinner for us, I don't know." She watches him shuffle around, grabbing items here and there; his wallet, the Impala keys.

She waits a few minutes before asking, "Going out?"

He huffs a deep breath and it quiets for a while. She understands, though; he's pissed at Sam, pissed at her, and pissed at himself. They'd been avoiding the fact since they all got home. The depressing atmosphere, Sammy's usage, the whole near-death situations, and Dean's frustration.

She shuffles off the bed and walks toward Dean, beginning to talk again, "I get that you're upset, and I completely understand it, but don't think that it justifies taking out everyone's actions on me."

Before she can blink Dean whips around and his glare is on her; he's an open book suddenly and she sees everything, she hates it. She hates that he's so damaged now, hates to see him feel helpless and alone, and hates herself for telling him to stop bitching at her.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

It's quiet whisper and causes a long pause. She feels like a horrible friend, she knows Dean, understands why he is the way he is, so why couldn't she just let it go and stop dragging it out?

One intake of air, then another. It's still silent and she begins to worry a bit.

"Dean-"

The snap is sudden, but not at all what she expected.

He grabs her face, pulls his own down to her level, and then 'BAM!' his lips on hers. She doesn't know what to do, so she stands there, arms at her side, lips frozen, eyes wide, and mind in shock. Her head has sirens going off, and like the final bell at school, the seventh siren suddenly forces her into action.

She raises her arms to push him away, but he's far too gone in his own madness to notice, his own arms already locking around her waist. She doesn't know what to do now, trapped in his embrace, and begins to think the horrible outcomes. Has Dean lost his mind? How far was he going to take this? What if someone opened the door?

Deep down she knew he wouldn't push limits, but it didn't stop her from worrying. She also knew that this kiss wasn't anything special, judging by the obscene amount of angry force he was using that would inevitably bruise both their lips. Yet again, the panic still didn't leave.

Her brain pauses then, in its' thinking, when she feels his fingers dancing on her back. She knows what he wants now. A reaction, something, to bring him back possibly. She'd already tried shoving, and he didn't seem ready for it, so she did the only option left.

Her lips moved once, brushing back against his own, and it felt different she realized. She wasn't sure if it was good or bad, but she didn't care, because could manage with that feeling for now.

With a new look on the horizon she pressed herself further into Dean and moved her lips against his own like there was no tomorrow for the two.

"Foods here guys."

And just as if there were two of the same magnetic forces they snapped apart and Dean was fixed. Norah watched as his eyes lightened and harden at the same time and the wall was built back up.

"I'm going out."

Her eyes flashed to Sam and she watched as he realized the underlying meaning. Understanding now was not the time Norah stepped in before either brother did something they regretted.

"Cool, then it'll just be a movie night for us two, right Sammy?"

For a minute she thought it was pointless as the two watched one another, until Sam turned towards her and nodded.

"Just give me a sec, I've got to use the bathroom."

With a soft click both Norah and Dean watched Sam disappear, before looking at one another.

A moment's hesitation on both parties, neither willing to bring up what just happened, and then another click, harder than the first time around; Dean had gone out.

It was decided, neither were going to talk about it.