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I've come to know that weak woman don't make it in any SUPERNATURAL story lines. Strong women survive the weak die a painful death. Sorry if you don't like the tough chicks.

One Step Over The Line

Chapter Four

"This is really good Seajae." Dean took another bite of the pancakes.

"I'm glad you like it Dean." Sam was long done with breakfast and in the shower.

"Thank you for last night. It's been a real long time since I slept without the dreams." She tousled his head as she put another piece of bacon on his plate. He grabbed her hand. "I'm not six Seajae. A pat on the head doesn't make it all better."

"Sorry. I just…touching you makes you real."

"You think I'm not real?"

"You weren't for a long time Dean. You were just in my dreams." She went back to the stove. "I'm sorry if touching you offends you." He stood up and came behind her.

"It doesn't offend me." She turned around to look into his green eyes. "Just don't touch me like I'm a child." Dean didn't know what the hell was getting into him but FBI white lighter Seajae McCall was getting under his skin.

"I'm sorry." Her voice was shaky. He let go of her wrist.

"There's nothing to be sorry for. I…damn." He turned and walked away leaving his breakfast and Seajae confused. Sam came out from the bedroom to see Dean grabbing his jacket and walking out the door.

"What did I miss?"

"When I figure it out I'll let you know." Seajae finished cleaning up the breakfast plates and Sam went out to look for his brother.

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The view from the back of the hotel would have been breathtaking if the thoughts running though Dean's head didn't block out everything else. He always liked Colorado and all its snowy glory but in all his twenty-nine years he never really got a chance to enjoy it. He didn't here Sam come up behind him.

"Something you need to talk about?" Dean turned and looked at his brother. He so wanted to blow the kid off and just leave it but the struggle inside him was too great.

"Six months Sammy. Six months I've been outta that pit and I haven't felt a damn thing. I thought I was just reeling from the shock and all that. Last night she touched my arm and it was like all the feelings I've been holding back just sky rocketed."

"She healed you."

"Did I ask her to?"

"She was keeping away your nightmares Dean. Maybe she didn't know that she was healing your soul." Sam leaned on the fence railing and looked out at the beauty in front of him. "I think she wants to help."

"But at what cost Sammy, huh? I lose my edge because I get warm fuzzies whenever someone touches me?"

"Dean…"Sam smiled. "Maybe it was because SHE was touching you."

"Come on Sammy…she's nothing like…you know what I like."

"Maybe what you liked before isn't what you like now."

"I haven't liked anything since…"

"My point exactly." Sam turned and leaned against the fence once again. "It's amazing what a good nights sleep will do for a mans…man hood."

"She's a friggin' freak Sammy." Dean looked at his brother. "I didn't mean…"

"I know. Your so over that." Sam looked at the ground. "She's a woman Dean. With a unique gift."

"Like Ruby?"

"No not like Ruby. Seajae is human Dean. Mostly. Why do I even try?

White lighters are human Dean. Human's with talent."

"Who are you trying to convince? Me or you?"

"You're the one with the warm fuzzies. Not me." Dean looked at him.

"This is so wrong on so many levels."

"There's nothing wrong with feeling something once in a while Dean. Believe me." Sam stood up straight. "I can't tell you what to do or even why you should do it. All I know is this is the most emotion I've seen you show in a long time. You need to figure it out I guess."

"I hate when your right."

"It's because I always am." Sam left his brother to ponder over whatever feelings he was having for Seajae while he talked her out of acting on them.

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"It's messing with his head." Sam looked into his coffee cup.

"I didn't know I was doing more then just stopping the dreams." Seajae leaned against the counter. "I'll see if there's some way around it."

"It's not that I don't want to see Dean have some emotion but with him it just comes out angry." Seajae smiled.

"I got that. I'll talk to someone. See if I can hold back the dreams without healing his soul."

"When you put it that way it sounds cruel."

"We have to do whatever we can to make him relax. If he's on edge it may not work." Seajae looked at Sam. "Thanks for getting rid of Ruby."

"I just hope she doesn't change her mind about helping Bobby."

"Me too. I'm going to get going on trying to break what I've already fixed." She grabbed her coat.

"Be careful."

"I always am Sam." She smiled. "Tell Dean I'm sorry, I'll try to fix this." She walked out the door right into Dean's chest. "Oh sorry." The sparks between them were almost visible to the human eye. One touch was all it took. He looked at her and swallowed hard.

"Seajae…" She looked at him. Nothing mattered but that moment. He kissed her. Pressed her against the wall and kissed her hard. Seajae didn't resist. She couldn't. Whatever was happening to him when she touched him it was happing to her too.

"Dean…" Seajae was breathless. "I'm going to figure this out." He kissed her again. "I promise." It took everything she had to pull away. "It won't…" She took out her keys and headed to her truck without another look back. Dean turned and watched her pull out of the parking lot. Dean fought the urge to hit the wall with his fist and lost. He went into the room. Sam was sitting at the table.

"Are you okay?"

"Do I look okay to you?"

"You look like you just punched a wall with your hand." Sam got a towel and filled it with ice.

"All I had to do is look at her and I lost it."

"You punched her?"

"No, I kissed her, hit the wall." Dean sat down.

"What the hell is happening to me Sammy?"

"I have this feeling you might be falling for Seajae."

"As in what? Falling in love. I've known her less then a day."

"She's known you all her life."

"What the hell do you mean by that?"

"She said she was sent to protect you as a child. She's checked up on you. Maybe somewhere deep inside your feel that. She was in hell with you." Sam sat down. "She wants us to help her and she wants to help you."

"I…Sammy…she makes me feel…I've been numb for so long Sam. I can be in the same room but if I touch her there's sparks. I mean really…truly sparks. I can feel it."

"Well you can't deny there's something there."

"The hell I can't. Watch me. I don't have to touch the woman again. She won't have to touch me. End of story."

"What about the nightmares?"

"What about them?"

"She has to touch you to make them stop."

"Then I guess I have nightmares."

"Dean. Think about this. I mean it isn't like her touch repulses you, right? It…well it turns you on right?" Dean closed his eyes shook his head and covered his ears with his hands.

"I'm not talking to you about this Sammy. So over sharing it isn't funny." Sam got up.

"You deal with it then. I'm out of it."

"Thank you."

"Your welcome." Sam grabbed his lap top and started on some research he didn't want to do and Dean went into the bedroom and tried to get Seajae McBride out of his head.