Dean knocked on Libby's door and she answered it wearing black spaghetti strap dress. His eyes traveled up her body and to her face. She smiled while leaning against the door frame. "You going to stare at me all night or you going to take me out?"

"I would like to do more then stare at you all night," he said and then automatically regretted it. He promised himself to try not to act like his normal around Libby. She was different in many ways.

He expected her to slam the door in his face but all she did was laugh. "You don't look too bad yourself. Let's go." She grinned at him as she closed the front door. "Don't look too shocked, I'm used to those kinds of comments from old drunken guys at the bar."

"Well, then get used to it from me, babe," he said wrapping his arm around her waist and leading her to the car. "So where we going?"

"You'll see." She gave him a smile as they got into his car.

Libby had him drive to a bar and grill about ten minutes from their house. "You'll like it here, it's pretty...fun."

The two of them sat themselves in the back. "If you like burgers you'll love this place," she said smiling.

"Do you like burgers?"

"Hells, yeah. I love them. Ate them every summer of my life."

"Love a girl that isn't afraid to eat meat."

She smirked. "I'm a carnivore. I love meat." She felt him accidentally kick her under the table and she laughed. "Playing footsies with me?"

He laughed. "Are you flirting with me Libs?"

She laughed lightly looking away from him then back at him. "What can I say I'm a very flirty girl."

Dean grinned. "Really?"

She matched his grin and nodded. "But I mostly play hard to get."

"And you're telling me your trick why?"

"To help you boost your points." She continued smiling at her as he smirked at her. So she was helping him gain points she must like him.

The night went by pretty quick, he learned more about Libby. Her family and her love for children.

"So, tell me something, what's a woman like you that looks so..." Dean licked his lips and bit his bottom lip while looking at her. "So, hot, doesn't have a guy weighing on her hand and foot?"

She smiled weakly at him and rubbed her arms insecurely. He watched her reaction change and wondered what exactly he said that made her change.

"I..." She laughed shaking her head. "I had a boyfriend, three years we were together. Pretty serious, everything that a girl would want everything except...the anger problems he had."

Dean's eyebrows furrowed in concern and leaned closer to her folding his hands together. "Did he..."

"Oh, yeah." She knew what question was coming up. Everyone asked that question. "Almost every night. It started out once in a while, I should have known to leave him the first time it happened but I had no where to go. I ran away from home like the rebel I was with my first love and came to this town. I would have stayed with my sister but I knew my mother would be there and all I would hear from her is how much my big sister is so perfect with her perfect husband, with their two perfect children, with their perfect huge house and their perfect jobs. Listen to me I'm going off about my family and you're probably getting bored about it."

He smiled and took her hands in his. "Keep going." He wanted to hear about her life.

She smiled back at him. "Well, anyway, as the stupid girl I was Johnny would hit me over the smallest little things and I would stay with him thinking I had no where to go. It wasn't up until I was in the hospital and he was behind bars that I got the courage to leave him with the help of my sister and her husband loaning me the money for the house across from yours. And every month I pay them a little bit."

"What did he do to you that you were in the hospital?"

Libby frowned and looked away from his eyes. "He uh, let's just say he beat the crap out of me, neighbors heard me screaming called the cops, they found me in me in my blood, head busted open..." She moved her bangs from the side of her head and showed him the scar that was a few inches long. She dropped her hand back on the table. "A couple broken ribs, bruises, and a black and blue eye. He was behind bars for a few days, enough time for me to put a restraining order on him, my sister and her husband to grab my things and get me the house."

"So you haven't seen him since then?"

She smiled in amusement. "I wish, I mean I haven't seen him in a while and every time I do I call the cops and the next thing I know he's gone. He used to send me letters in the mail, I had to change my number so many times...My life's a mess."

He smiled at her grabbing her hands in his. "No it isn't. I've seen worse." He lifted her hands to his mouth and kissed her knuckles making her smile.

"Very charming." The two smiled at each other and that's when Libby realized Dean wasn't like Johnny at all which made her feel a little bit comfortable with him.

Dean drove into his driveway and shut the car off. Libby turned to look at him. "Thanks I actually did have a great time."

"Did you think you won't?"

"Don't get me wrong, you seem like one of those womanizer types."

"To tell you the truth, I sort of am...was...whatever. But I wouldn't do that to you."

She smirked as she cocked an eyebrow. "Oh yeah, why?"

"Because I actually might like you."

She laughed. "Hmmm...I think I might like you too. Now walk me to my door."

Dean and Libby got out of the car and walked her across the street to her house. She saw something white on her door and she opened the screen. "What is this?" She grabbed the note and her door opened. "What the hell..."

"Wait," said Dean walking in front of her and stepping inside first. Her house was a wreck as if someone had broken in. Libby followed him in and put her hand to her mouth looking around her house. "Stay next to me, whoever did this may still be here." Dean grabbed her arm and kept her close. He turned the lights on and she opened the note.

I SEE YOU

Libby closed her eyes knowing who did this. "It was Johnny."

"What?" Dean turned around and saw her leaning against the island in the kitchen. She held out the note to show him what it said.

"I see you." He looked at her as she stared at the floor. "I see you?"

"It has to be him, no one else would do this. He's friggin' psychotic."

"I'm gonna call 911." She nodded and just stayed their leaning on the island as he called. When he was finished he walked up to her. "Hey, why don't you stay with me tonight?"

She chuckled. "You're not getting luck that easy."

He smirked. "You can stay in my room, I'll sleep on the couch." She looked up at him and smiled. "I just don't want you being alone right now. The person, if it was Johnny or not, may still be out there and may be waiting for you to come home."

She bit her bottom lip staring at him. He looked so concerned, as if he really cared what happened to her.

Dean felt as if he needed to protect her even if it was from an ex. An ex that used to beat her, scare her...something that no one needed deserved, especially Libby.

"Ok, can you come with me to get my clothes?" He could tell she was afraid, afraid he may still be in the house or lurking around.

Dean nodded and she grabbed his arm pulling her with him to her room. She grabbed a pair of pajama bottoms, a white tank top and a change of underwear.

Dean walked around her bedroom and noticed the picture of Libby and the kids from the foster home. "That's cute."

Libby looked at the picture and smiled. "That was taken about a year ago, took the kids to get some ice cream."

Dean nodded and put his hand on the middle of her back. "I, uh, told the police you'd be at my house, so they'll come to get you there."

"So, even if I didn't agree you'd be taken me there anyway."

"Kicking and screaming."

She laughed as they headed out of her room and out the door towards Deans house. He let her in and they waited for the police to arrive. "Can I get changed?" He nodded and led her down the hall. She noticed a door with a padlock on it but didn't say anything and walked into his bedroom.

"Typical male room," she said noticing the clothes still folded on the dresser and it smelled like a bottle of cologne.

"Hey, you leave my room alone. I didn't say anything bad about yours."

"And what bad thing would you say?"

"It was too neat."

She laughed and he walked by her and closed the door. She looked around biting her bottom lip. She quickly changed into her clothes and fluffed her hair. After changing the police came by after ten minutes and they told them what happened.

"Is she going to be safe?" asked Dean putting his hands in his pockets. While Libby was changing he changed himself into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.

"Yes, but for tonight we'll drive around make sure the neighborhood safe and keep her here," said the police officer.

"Ok, thank you," said Libby.

Dean closed the door and turned to Libby who was on the couch. "So, does every date you go on end with police officers?"

She smiled. "No, I like to mix it up, firemen, FBI agents and the occasional State Trooper."

He chuckled as he sat down and started to rub her back. "You ok?"

She nodded and leaned her head on her knee. She turned to look at him and he couldn't help but see her as being cute. She looked vulnerable just looking at him with tiredness in her eyes and somewhat fear. He wanted to take that fear away, hide it for her.

"Why don't you go to bed?"

She smiled. "Surprised you're not asking me if you can sleep with me."

"You already had enough excitement for one night."

She laughed at the face he made and nodded. "Alright, well thanks for everything." She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. She got up and and headed for his room.

"That's all I get?"

She turned around and waved at him. "Goodnight, dean."

"Night, Libs." He licked his lips when she turned around and wondered how could pajama bottoms look so great on someone. Especially plaid ones. He also wondered how could someone have a butt in pajama bottoms, not that he was complaining. He shifted uncomfortable feeling turned on from this and quickly turned to TV on.

AN: Thanks for all the reviews guys!! They make me happy =]...hope you like this chapter...lots of love j.b.