Vampires, everywhere. Dean hated the damn things due to his history with them. Lilia hatted them even more though. She never told Dean why she hated them so much, he only knew her rage helped her fight better, if not better maybe a little reckless.

They were parked in his impala outside the warehouse waiting to strike. The sun was sinking and the vamps were rising. Soon it would be stake and bake time. With each passing minute Dean watched Lilia grow more fidgety. It was always the same when it came to vampires.

"Can't we just go in now?" she whispered. She was tapping her foot knocking her knee up and down, the buckles on her combat boot clanking. Clearly she was ready to go. Her dark brown hair was pulled back in a slick ponytail; she wore her basic hunting gear and all her weapons. She was perfectly ready to go but the time wasn't right.

Dean chuckled; she was always different when it came to hunting vampires. She was rearing to go, made no hesitations. Sometimes that was her fault. "Nuh-uh babe, stick to the plan." The plan he knew she probably wouldn't follow as soon as she got inside.

She crossed her arms over her chest sharpening her blue eyed gaze on the setting sun. She hated it when he treated her like a little girl. Lilia was capable of handling herself; she had been for several years before they came along. She also didn't like how he called her, and every other woman on the earth, babe. It made her feel like just any other girl to him. Not that she cared if he thought of her in a special way. She grew more agitated by her thoughts and started strumming her fingers on her arm.

This caused Lilia's mind wandered to other things, the other men in her life who ruined her. All the ones who said they could help her, but didn't. The evil monsters under her bed who were real. The images came in, all the blood and pain. Soon after, the memory of her parent's death when she was twelve came flooding in. Her heart felt heavy, she felt the common feeling of despair sinking in. Many things she hadn't felt in years were swarming around her head like a black cloud. Things that helped her ruin herself, things that killed her inside and out. All the things she swore never to feel again.

Dean watched her carefully from the other side of the car, silently taking note of all the little changes that were happening to her. He saw her feet stopped tapping. Her chest rose and fell sharply. Small trails of sweat trickled down her chest to between her breasts. Her ocean blue eyes widened as she stared off into the distance. Something in the last five minutes had sure changed. Dean knew it had something to do with vampires, but he felt too awkward to ask. He could hardly handle Sam how could he handle Lilia?

His eyes wondered back to her face and saw the sweat beading on her forehead. It was a blasted hot summer day but this sweat was clearly something else. He took a look at her hunting attire, and he actually took note of something. She always wore long black pants, high boots for her knives and a long sleeve shirt paired with jacket. Even in the summer. No one was crazy enough to wear that many layers. Dean was in just jeans and t-shirt it was so hot, his shirt smelt of salt from his sweating all day. Sam had made a few remarks about her attire once and she got really, really, angry and took off for a few days. He wasn't one for fashion but he knew always wearing long sleeves meant something; he just couldn't put his finger on it.

"Fuck it," her tensed voice broke his thoughts.

"Babe-" his protests were too late. She was out of the car running to the door, her ponytail swishing, as she pulled out her favorite knives from her thigh straps. "Dammit Lie."

Dean grabbed his gun and ran after her, trying to keep his steps as silent as hers. He followed her around the building silently cursing under his breath. She saw him and waited by the door for him. When he slid down the wall to her he saw that fire burning in her eyes, the fire reserved for vampires. She raised her elbow, about to break the glass window on the door. Before she could, Dean gripped her arm, harshly, forcing her to look at him. "When this is over, we are having a talk Lie."

Lilia was a bit taken aback at first. He only used her nickname if things were bad or when he was angry. He was probably going to tell her off, kick her out of the gang. She had wondered off on hunts lately, not sticking to the plan or doing her own thing. They were always angry when she did that but always forgave her. But they probably had had enough and this was it. Just the thought of that set her off even more. She snarled ripping her arm out of his grip before bringing her elbow down on the glass, shattering it. Dean rolled his eyes knowing that she had already forgotten the plan. She reached through cutting her sleeve on a piece of glass, it didn't register to her. Nothing did for the next hour.

It was all slice and dice. Chop after chop she never backed down. Her clothes became soaked with blood, just the way it was many long years ago. She fought relentlessly, mercilessly. Nothing stood in her way from getting what she wanted, the inhalation of all vampires. She killed the most, as usual, when it came to vampire.

Dean had watched on with pride as she slayed vampire after vampire. He probably didn't even need to be there. He could have kicked back in a chair, drank a beer and simply watched as she ducked under a blade while shoving a stake into the monster. He would have enjoyed the show too. Her movements were solid and graceful. She grunted and yelled as she slayed on, body after body fell behind her, it was a dance he liked to see. She was covered in blood, weather it was hers or not he didn't know. He saw a vamp grip the back of her jacket and pull, it went torn to shreds. She screamed saying that was her favorite jacket. Dean laughed a little while putting a bullet in the vamps head. She didn't notice, she still sliced its head off. Dean deemed her good enough to be left alone and went to the basement in search of the main guy.

A good time later and they were all dead, even the head honcho of this nest… the one Dean wanted alive. This is why I don't bring her on these mission, he though as he climbed the rickety stairs. He wouldn't have brought her if Sam wasn't holed up in the safe room. Then again, because his brother doesn't feel he probably would have killed the leader too.

Dean got on the floor level and started pushing bodies into a pile. Lilia was probably upstairs carving 666 in the bodies for all he knew. He reached for one dragged it by the feet a little then froze. It wasn't a vampire. It was a whimpering Lilia. She laid on her side her knives not too far from her bloodied clenched hands. She was covered in blood; her eyelids were speckled in it. Most this blood was hers.

"Oh no, not today babe. Don't you even think about it." Dean rolled her over onto her back and placed his finger under her jaw searching for a pulse. He found one, thank God or whoever. He peeled her lips form her teeth looking for blood, he found none, she was still human and would remain that way. Her eyes were still closed and her breaths were faint and silent broken with the occasional whine.

"Lie, if you so much as go in the other room for a second…" he searched for a wound and found several claw marks. Her wrist, her stomach and from her left knee to her hip were all torn to shreds and bleeding.

"Shit, Lilia, dammit." Dean cursed repeatedly as he picked her up. She felt ten times heaver and was limp in his arms. Blood seeped through his cloths and he felt the hot liquid fall down his stomach as he ran out of the warehouse and to the impala. He laid her down on the ground behind the trunk before searching for the first aid kit. He had done this kind of stuff on Sam but never Lilia, she was always conscious enough to do it herself.

How could this happen to her though. She was always so much better at hunting vamps, this couldn't happen to her. She gets reckless and careless sometimes but it never gets this bad. He examined her ripped shirt and ripped flesh and decided the shirt was long gone. He gripped it and tugged. The black fabric fell in shreds in his fingers, exposing her scared pale flesh and black bra. His first thought, she's beautiful. His second, were did those scars come from because they sure as hell weren't from hunting. Her stomach was littered with white or light red scars, ranging from long and smooth to short and jagged. They stopped just below her bra, they were more scattered the higher up too.

He ignored the scars for now he would ask about them later. Quickly Dean pulled out the needle and thread, this needed to be done know or good bye little Lilia. Bobby would kill him if Sam didn't beat him too it. "Cas you better be on standby." Dean bit the thread as he tied it to the needle.

In the tail lights of a hot summer night Dean sewed up his friend. She made no movement; no facile expressions of pain, just nothing, the whole time. Her whimpers had stopped before he started patching her up, she must have fallen into the dark. He murmured encouraging words as he pierced her skin and grimaced at each tug of the thread. He didn't know why but it felt different patching her up then himself or Sam. With each stitch his fingers touched her bumped skin and he glared at each scar that marked her smooth skin. Once he was done with her stomach he moved to the better, not so bad, scratches on her wrist and saw even more white lines on her skin, all nice and parallel. His mind started turning making connections as he tugged the needle through her rugged skin. When he was done there he tugged her jeans down and worked on her thigh. He sucked in a deep breath as he saw her thigh. Her thigh was the same as her stomach and wrist. He pulled off her jeans and boots completely, leaving her in her bra and underwear.

He stumbled back as he looked down on her half dead and practically naked body. It all clicked then. The scars, the clothes. Dean felt a part of him die. He couldn't protect his baby girl. She had done this to herself and he hadn't been there. No one was there. He sewed the rest of her up quick. He didn't want to see them. He thought of her no less beautiful, he saw her as even more brave though. He just didn't want to see them and think he could have stopped this. She must have suffered something far worse than he thought when they first found her. She was here though, and he would keep her that way. He noticed there were no new lines. They were all white and healed over. Clearly it must have been a few months. She was better, right?

As Dean wrapped her limbs in thick white gauze water droplets fell on her skin. He looked up expecting rain clouds. Instead he felt the breeze on his cheeks that burned hot from tears. He was crying, something he didn't know he was still capable of. He cared for her, a lot.

Did the others know about this? He was tempted to call Bobby but thought better of it. This was her secret, he wasn't supposed to know. Even though they were healed she still hid them. She probably had intentions of showing them one day when she was good and ready.

He pulled out a flannel shirt from the trunk; no doubt it was Sam's judging by the size. He put her in the shirt being mindful of her wounds. She was much more fragile then he thought. He got a blanket from the back and snuggly wrapped her in it. She appeared to be made of steel, more like porcelain with a good paint job. With her safely tucked away, Dean finally relaxed against a back tire with her wrapped in his blood covered arms pressed against his damp chest.

Her breath was ice cold and faint. She felt like a dead weight in his arms. The dead always felt heavier. She wasn't dead, not yet.

"Come on sunshine," he growled in her ear. He'd be dammed again if he let her die after so much she's survived. "Not yet baby girl, not yet." Dean rocked her slowly; he was comforting himself more than her.

Another half hour went by and her breaths were rare and few. Dean knew this was it. He'd seen his brother die enough times to know that. So Dean turned to the heavens. "Hey Cas, do you mind coming down here and pulling a lifesaver on Lie?"

"Of course not," the angle was crouched right in front of the pair already reaching his finger forward to her forehead. No matter how times he pulled his magic reappearing card trick Dean would never be ready for it. He touched her with two fingers and instantly her breaths became warmer and deeper. The angles face was mournful and sad. Perhaps he knew of the scars, he probably did. Dean closed his eyes and let out a deep breath he didn't know he was holding. When he opened them Cas was already gone. And the building was on fire with all the vampire carcasses inside. Damn that angle and his great power. Dean shuffled himself up of the ground with her now weightless body in his arms. Soon she would be awake and walking again. Then he would buy her a beer, several, a whole goddamn bar.

He buckled her in and placed a kiss on her forehead. He always did that when she was prissy, but now it had a whole different meaning to him. He stayed crouched in the open door of the car just watching her. He ran his thumb over her forehead enjoying the feeling of life returning to her in warmth. Finally he stepped back and closed the door. Dean finished packing up the car and washed his hands with a water bottle. As he went to close the trunk he saw her knives were clean and sheathed the ones he left in the building. He smiled shaking his head up at the dark early morning sky.

What a horrible night it's been.

The older Winchester got in the impala and turned the radio to a classical music station he knew she liked. He played it softly and placed his hand on her ankle as he drove. She was curled up on her side sleeping peacefully and alive, no thanks to him. He drove into the morning with no destination in plan. He wanted to talk with her, to see if she even wanted to return to the bunker.

As dawn broke the horizon she stirred. She stretched her feet out shoving them on his chest. She yawned loudly reaching her hands up and pressing them on the car ceiling. Dean couldn't help but smile at her waking form. She retracted back into the blanket tugging the flannel sleeve over her palms clutching the fabric as she nestled back down. He slowly pulled the car over to the side of the dirt road counting down from ten in his head. He knew it was only a moment of time before she realized she was practically naked and wrapped in a blanket.

Sure enough as soon as he put the car in park she bolted up right, four seconds. Her hair dark hair was tousled over her shoulder as she looked around franticly. Her big blue eyes looked so frightened. She glanced at her arms and lifted the blanket to see her thighs.

Her breathing was heavy and deep, "Dean…"

"I saw them. All of them," he said simply as he shut off the radio.

"How-"

"I left you alone because I thought you could handle them, all of them, apparently not." To him when he said all it had a double meaning. All the monsters. Even her personal ones he couldn't save her from. He reached in the back seat for the cooler full of food and beer, "I found you covered in blood, your blood on the floor." He got two beers and offered one to her. She didn't reach out to take it. She was frozen staring at him clutching the blanket to her chest. Dean thought she looked like a cute stunned deer. He cursed his head for thinking such things at a time like this.

He would say, 'it's nothing he hasn't seen before,' but this was a time he needed to be serious. "You were clawed up beyond belief so I went and patched you up. It was so bad I had to strip you then… I saw them. I fixed you up, put you in Sam's shirt, wrapped you in a blanket and pleaded with death." A slow tear trickled down her pale face. He wanted to know what she was thinking. He hoped it was nothing that caused her to hurt herself. "It got to the point I had to call Cas down."

She sucked in a sharp breath at that. If not for Castiel she would have been dead. She opened her mouth to speak but Dean beat her to it, again.

"I don't care what happened back then as long as it doesn't bother you anymore. I wish I was there and I'm sorry we've never talked about feelings, but we both know that's not my style so I'm sorry." Dean once again offered the beer to her and she slowly took it, their fingers touched and Dean swore he felt a spark. Maybe it was just angle magic left over from last night.

"I also want you to know that I think you're beautiful. With or without your scars, your no less beautiful then you were the first day I met you." He saw her blush and promised himself to tell her that more often. "One more thing, I won't tell anyone. It's your story to tell, not mine."

She popped off the lid from her beer and chugged a lot of it, some dribbled down her chin and to her collarbone. Dean mentally cursed. Soon they were going to have another feelings talk but it would be about his.

"You ever wonder why I get crazy with vampires?" she asked softly as she swirled her finger around the lid of her drink.

"Always princess," he saw her scowl at him a little. She hated all his pet names but deep down she kind of liked them.

"They slaughtered my family when I was twelve. So I spent my whole life hunting them and learning from Bobby." She drank down the rest of her beer and reached out motioning for Dean to hand his over.

He grinned widely and handed it over, "I see, same anger that fuels about, hmm, every other hunter."

She drank from his beer bottle, "It's partially to do with why I... you know. But I was doing it even before then." Her face was even paler but there were no more tears to join the first and only one she shed. "If you don't mind Dean, I don't want to explain it all right now."

Dean surprised them both by reaching out ad taking her hand. He laced his callused fingers through her thin soft ones, "I'm always here, so is Sam even though he's soulless. But someday I would like to know what monsters hurt you so that I can protect you from them."

He ran his thumb over her knuckles. He felt her pulse quicken at his touch. This woman was going to ruin him.

"I can protect myself," she smiled slightly. He saw how dull her eyes were. She was thinking of something that had happened.

"I know you can, but I'd like to protect you too," he didn't know how to deal with this kind of thing; this was more Bobbies' expertise. Suddenly an idea hit him.

"Hey Lilia?" Dean rubbed her upper arms with his hands. This stirred her from her thoughts.

"Hmm?"

"You're always begging to drive my baby-"

"Yes," she blurted out a glint in her eye. She was already pushing open the car door and untangling herself from the blankets.

"Oh boy." Dean scooted over and watched her round the car in nothing but Sam's long shirt halfway down her thighs. God she was beautiful. Suddenly Dean was jealous of Sam's shirt. He would give her his shirt later.

She got in and turned the key. He could tell she was slightly tipsy, she had always been a light weight, but he didn't care. If she drove them off a cliff he would go happily. She turned the key and giggled excitedly and fist bumped the air. Lilia slammed the pedal and they sped off, fast food bags flying off the dash into the back seat. She was smiling and laughing as she drove up and down the road way over the speed limit and fish tailing. She ignored all of Dean's cries of protest. She let go of the wheel and stuck her head out the window yelling into the sky. Something along the lines of, 'Bless you Castiel.'

If putting his impala's life at risk was what it took to see his baby girl so happy, he would risk it every day. Anything to see his baby girl like this, carefree, beautiful, so happy and grinning like everything was right in the world. For this small stretch of road and time, everything was right in the world. Until Cas suddenly showed up in the back seat with a White Castle bag and a grin directed at Dean, who was staring at Lillias ass as she hung out of the car going eighty. Dean mouthed a thank you and Cas simply nodded, set the food bag down and whisked himself away before Lilia noticed he was even there. Then it was back to perfect.

AN: My first SPN fanfic, yay….

Anyway I'm only on season 6 ep 12 so idk if this fucks shit up later or what. Anyway hope you liked it. If not, then I'm sorry. Btw not a destiel, never was. I ship it but this is purely OC/Dean