Disclaimer: I don't own Dean, Sammy, Bobby, Castiel, or anyone else who has previous appeared on the show. I tried to kidnap them once, but that Kripke is really sneaky and I ended up with the Ghostfacers intead. Boo. I do own Allison though, cause I made her up. :)

About two hours into the drive, most of which had been in silence, Dean looked back in the rearview mirror and realized that Allison was asleep. Sam noticed Dean keeping an eye on Allison and chuckled.

"You really like her, don't you? Not your normal one night stand either. Like, really, really, like her?"

"Why does everyone keep asking me that? Seriously, it's getting annoying."

"You do, don't you?"

Dean rolled his eyes and looked out the window, "Sammy, what's the number one rule of the Impala?" He didn't give him a chance to answer. "No chick-flick moments. Right now, you are trying to have a chick flick moment. Stop it."

"Hey, I'm not trying to be annoying; I just want you to admit you really like her. I mean, it's obvious that you do."

Dean glared at Sam, letting him know that he was extremely close to having to walking the rest of the way to Bobby's.

Sam, however, gave him his patent puppy-dog look in response, knowing that Dean, like everyone else, couldn't resist the look and would answer his question.

"Fine, for argument's sake, let's say I did like her a little. She's Bobby's daughter. You said it yourself, he's going to kill me. So, even if I did like her, it's a little pointless."

"So, hypothetically, if you did like her, you wouldn't pursue her because of Bobby?"

"I don't know, Sam. Bobby's the closet thing I have to a father, and I really don't want to do anything to upset him, especially since he's in that wheelchair, and it's my fault he's in there."

"Dean, you can't blame yourself for that. Bobby did what he had to do and it wasn't your fault. And, you know, Bobby's a father, so as a father, he's gonna wanna protect Allison. He knows your track record, so he isn't gonna be thrilled at first, but you'll just have to show him that you really care about her. Once he realizes you're serious, I'll bet he'll be more than happy to have you date Allison, because he knows you can keep her safe. Plus, he's always thought really highly of you."

"Sam, you do know this is just a hypothetical situation, right? I never said I liked her. Now, let's just drop it."

Dean looked in the rearview mirror at Allison, But I really hope Sammy's right about Bobby.

Sam caught the emotion in his brother's eyes when he looked at Allison, even if he was trying to hide it.

"Fine, whatever…jerk."

"Bit…"

Dean suddenly saw a man standing in the middle of the road. He slammed on the brakes, causing the Impala's tires to squeal as it slid to a stop.

Allison flew out of her seat and hit the back of Dean's. He turned around to look at Allison.

"Are you okay?"

She nodded, and he turned his attention back to the guy, whose eyes suddenly flashed black. Sam handed him Ruby's knife out of the glove compartment, and they both got out of the car. Dean leaned back inside and looked at Allison.

"Stay in the car and lock the doors."

She nodded, and as he and Sam closed the doors behind them, she reached up and locked them.

"I suggest you get out of our way before we send you back where you came from." Dean hissed.

The demon smiled as another demon came from out of the woods and onto the road next to him.

"You tried, remember? You attacked us last night for messing with your that pretty little redhead. But, we left just in the knick of time."

"Where's your friend?" Sam asked.

The demon just smiled in response. Suddenly, a scream came from the Impala, as the third demon busted out the window and dragged Allison out by her hair.

"Allison!" Dean yelled while rushing towards her.

"Another move and I snap her neck." The demon hissed.

Dean stopped and looked pleadingly at Allison, then at the demon, not knowing what his next move should be. Sam slowly walked backward until he and Dean were back to back.

"However you want to play this, I've got your back." He whispered.

The demon put his nose so close to Allison's neck it was nearly touching, and then, inhaling, he slowly moved it up and down her neck and shoulder. Allison closed her eyes, trying to hold back her tears of terror, as her body shook with fear.

"You should have just danced with me last night. That really hurt when you turned me down. But, it's nothing a kiss couldn't fix."

He turned Allison around so she was face to face with him, and then leaned in for a kiss.

Allison looked mortified, but then took a calming breath. I am not kissing this fugly demon. She thought, and, not knowing what else to do, swiftly kicked him in the groin, and tried to make a run for it.

The demon let her go of her for a moment, startled at what she had done. But then, almost as quickly as he let her go, he grabbed Allison by the hair and pulled her back.

"Stupid whore."

He smacked her across the face then used his demon powers to throw her against the Impala with so much force that it caused small dents in a few places.

"Allison!" Dean screamed, overcome with rage.

He ran towards the demon, Ruby's knife in hand, and, while the demon was still admiring what he had done to Allison, he stabbed the knife into his gut, killing him instantly.

Sam covered Dean's back as the other demons ran towards him. He started splashing them with Holy Water and was about to start reciting an exorcism, when the other demons stopped advancing.

"We'll be back for the girl." One growled, as they both left their human host before Sam or Dean could react.

Dean hurriedly dropped to his knees next to Allison. She was lying in a ball next to the Impala, barely hanging on to consciousness, but trying hard to stay awake. She could tell that at least a few stitches in the back of her head had been busted open and the throbbing from earlier was back. Dean reached out to touch her, but she jerked away from him, scared that he was a demon. He reached out to touch her again, as she weakly tried to fend him off.

"No." She said with what little authority as she could muster.

"Ally, it's me. It's Dean. It's okay. That demon is gone. He'll never hurt you again" He softly said.

Allison finally looked up at him with fear filled eyes. Dean took her in his arms and she buried her head into his chest, sobs wracking her body.

"Its alright, I've got you." He kept whispering the phrase over and over, desperately trying to calm her. He placed one hand on the back of her head, and knew the cut from the night before had been reopened. A large red hand print stood out against the pale complexion on her face, causing Dean to burn with anger.

"Is she okay?" Sam asked, concerned.

"She's going to need new stitches and if she didn't have a concussion before she definitely has one now. We need to get to Bobby's, now."

He gently picked Allison up, placed her in the backseat then tossed the keys to Sam.

"You're going to let me drive?" He asked, shocked.

Dean looked at Allison who was trembling in the backseat. "Yeah. Just put some distance between us and here and then pull over so I can fix her stitches."

He climbed into the backseat with Allison, putting his arm around her and pulling her close. He could feel her trembling against his side. He gentle kissed her on the top of her head then positioned her so her head was resting on his chest. He could feel her silently sobbing against him.

"Shhh. Shhh. You're safe. I won't let anything hurt you. I promise."

Allison rested her head under Dean's chin and focused on Dean's heartbeat. She tried to make the rhythm of her breathing match the rhythm of his heart. Her breathing began to become more normal.

"Can you tell me what your name is?" Dean asked, checking the severity of the concussion.

"Allison Mae Singer."

"What's your Dad's name?"

"Robert Steven Singer."

"Where do you work?"

"Phil's Pool Hall."

"What tow…"

"Dean. I feel really tired. Can I just go to sleep" She muttered, slurring her words together. She didn't know how much longer she could stay conscious.

"Yeah Ally. You can go to sleep."

He began to stroke her hair and hum some Metallica, as Allison quickly drifted to sleep.

Sam kept taking glances at them in the rearview mirror for the next 10 minutes, just watching the way Dean acted around Allison. Although she was clearly out like a light, Dean was still stroking her hair and humming Metallica.

Dean caught Sam looking at him in the rearview mirror.

"Not a word Sammy."

Sam just smiled at his brother. "Dean…"

"Yes, Sammy, okay. I like her. Now shut it."

Sam just smiled as he looked back out the windshield.

"Bobby's gonna kill you."

"Sammy, I said shut it."

Sam chuckled to himself, as he focused on the road. He smiled inwardly, hoping that Dean had finally found someone he could be happy with. He frowned though, as he thought of something.

"Dean, you know we've got to tell her about Bobby being a wheelchair before we get there, right? We can't just let her see him like that without any warning."

Dean sighed then looked at Allison, who was snuggling closer because the busted window was sending a chill through her body. He took off his leather jacket, careful not to wake her, then wrapped it around her.

"We'll tell her when she wakes up. She'll be too upset to sleep after that, and she needs to rest."

Well, there it is, Chapter 4. Hope you guys liked it. I'll have Chapter 5 up soon. Please, please, please, please Read & Review. I'm just a depressed college kid and one of the few things that cheers me up is reviews. So, please, just hit the little button underneath here and leave a line or two letting me know what you thank. Please and thank you!