(AN: Hey guys, this was written by me and my fabulous friend/co-author, Amelia-Williams-Pond, a while ago... by hand. So now I'm typing it up while I'm on summer vacation. While I'm typing this I'm going to be taking a break from my other story 'The Hunter's Mark' because I have no clue what to do with it, so since this one is already done, I'm just gonna let my mind go blank while I type. After this one is typed up, I'm going to be typing up the sequel 'MadWorld', which is also finished and just needs to be typed up.)

Chapter 1

The library was silent, save for the hum of the lights and the rustle of pages turning. She was the only one there, and they were late.

She sighed, leafing through another book. Research had never been her favorite part.

The door opened with a guest of wind that ruffled the pages and almost made her lose her place. Not a minute later, two men sat down at her table.

She glared across the table at them. "You're late."

The shorter of the two smirked. "Sorry, Sweetheart, there was a Tulpa that we had to take care of down in Tallahassee before coming down here."

"What have I said about calling me 'sweetheart', Dean?" She asked, her annoyance evident in her tone.

"That It's manly and endearing?"

"Sure, but I believe the term I used was 'don't'."

He chuckled. "You know you love it."

She shook her head, sighing, but it was good natured

The other man smiled slightly. "It's good to see you, Alyssa."

"You too, Sam." She responded.

"What, I don't get a hello?" Dean asked.

"You wasted it on 'sweetheart'." She smirked.

"Fine, be that way." He said as he grabbed the file that was sitting in front of her. "So what are we saving your pretty little ass from?"

"Not my ass, thanks. There's a hellhound running around, but the damn thing won't go anywhere near me."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "Isn't avoiding a hellhound a good thing?"

"Yeah, just avoiding dogs in general is a good thing."

Alyssa rolled her eyes, "Dean, it's going after civilians."

"How many has it taken?" Sam asked.

"Four so far, and if it sticks with the pattern, another tonight."

"And you just called us tonight?" Dean asked.

"No, I called you yesterday, and I didn't get here until Thursday myself."

She noticed Dean's eyes drifting down and pulled her jacket tighter around her chest. He noticed and smirked. Sam noticed, too, and frowned.

"To stay on topic," He began, gaining the attention of both of them. "How do you know it's a hell hound?"

"Typical behavior."

"Except for the whole

Not 'going after you' thing. " Dean cut in.

"Why do you think I've been sifting through all these books? I haven't slept since Thursday night, or eaten for that matter."

"Oh, so you're trying to work yourself into fatigue?" Dean asked. "There's a bed and breakfast across the street. "

"You know how I am when I'm on a case, Dean, don't treat it like it's something now."

"He's right, Alyssa," Sam said, and the certain softness in his tone told her he was trying not to piss her off. It was enough to make her smile. "You need fuel."

"I'm fine."

"You're not. Go eat something, or sleep/ do you have a motel room yet?"

She looked a little sheepish, knowing Dean would only freak out more from there. "No."

She was right.

"Alyssa, you can't just go for forty-eight hours without sleeping or eating! We're at the place right there-
He pointed across the street-"In room eleven. Ask for an adjoining room and go to bed."

"I'm fine, Dean. Not even tired."

"Bullshit. So I have to make Sam go with you, or even worse, do it myself?"

"Neither, because I'm fine and I'm not going."

"I will carry you." He threatened getting genuinely mad at her. She was going to work herself to the point of making a mistake, and that was going to get her hurt, or worse.

"I don't care."

Without a word, he stood up. She stared at him.

"You're not serious." She said.

"I am." He growled. "Stand up."

"I'm not going to help you drag me away. "

"Suit yourself," He responded. He bent over and picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder like one would carry a heavy bag of cement. But cement doesn't often struggle.

"Dean Winchester, put me down!" She protested, smacking him every chance she could. He only kept a hold on her through pure brute force, and because she was in fact, drained.

"Not a chance."

"Goddamnit, Dean!" They had left the library and were starting across the street. "I'm fine!"

"You're exhausted." He responded readjusting. She flailed harder for a moment, managing to reach over and smack him upside the head.

"Watch where you're putting your hands!" She demanded.

He smirked, and tightened his grip. "When I have to force you to go to bed like this , I have every right."

"You have no right and as soon as you put me down I am going to punch you. Right in your pretty boy face. And possibly your nuts."

"I look forward to it." He paused to open the door to his room. She almost wrestled out of his grasp, but he caught her and carried her in, slamming the door behind him with his foot and throwing her forcefully down onto one of the beds.

She sat up angrily. "I'm a big girl, Dean. I can handle myself, and I know my limits." She tried to get up as he turned off the light, but he put one hand on her chest and pushed her back down. True to her word, she caught the side of his face with a hard punch, and then another for good measure before she shifted her focus lower, but before she could do any damage, Dean grabbed her wrist.

He brought his free hand up to his mouth. "This is the kind of thanks I get for looking out for you? Can't wait to see what you do when I ignore you."

She tried to get up again, and he decided he'd had enough. He leapt on top of her, tackling her to the bed, in such a way he was straddling her; his hands pinning her wrists to the bed.

"You're not leaving this room until I say so. " He told her, "And so help me God, I will drug you if that's what it takes to get you to just sleep."

She glared at him, "Dean, I'm not a child!"

"Then why are you acting like one? You're acting like a tired little girl who doesn't want to go to bed yet." He growled.

This statement caught in her mind. She hated letting time slip by, but whenever she normally did this, she had the Winchesters by her side from the first moments of the case.

Dean smirked triumphantly when he felt her relax and look away. He stood and looked down at her.

"Are you going to get some shut eye?"

She nodded slowly, "Yeah..." She glared up at him again."But you better wake me up in four hours."

He shrugged as he stepped over to the door, "Sure, cupcake. Whatever you say."

"Dean, four hours. If you don't wake me it'll be too late for me to help you."

"Fine, but since you're pissed with me, I'll send Sam over with food."

Alyssa nodded and laid back. Dean waited until she closed her eyes to open the door and leave, locking her in from the outside.