Ok so, because i haven't updated in such a long time (I have my reasons) i decided to post another bit of memory, about dean this time, to gauge how much interest there was left in this story. So let me now if you still want to read about Jude. Depending on the response i'll try and get out another chapter. A proper one this time. I think we left it on Bloody Mary.

Hope to hear from you all.

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Dean: 24 Jude: 19

Dean didn't remember the moment he had stopped thinking of Jude as the little girl they had rescued from the side of the road, and started thinking about the fact that she was extremely hot. He just knew he had, and ever since that moment things had been going from bad to worse between them.

Which was why even though he hated the position they were in at the minute he wasn't all together that surprised. He swung his head round to look at Jude again, she wasn't looking at him though, he head was down staring at the rope that was tying her legs together, he arms were tied behind her back and he could see blood between the bangs of her dark hair. It was the blood that finally made him speak.

"Ur…um Jude. You ok"

There was no answer for quite a few minutes before finally she rose her head to stare at him, his chest constricted when he saw the cut, it was deep and straight across her upper right brow, it was bleeding badly.

"Oh yeah, I'm just peachy Dean" she said sweetly, not very well hidden menace in her voice. "I'm tied to a pole which some crazed vampire slayer manacled me to, because and I quote 'he wants to save my eternal soul from the oblivion of the underworld'"

Dean nodded, "Well yeah but apart from that, your ok"

Jude finally smiled, "If your referring to am ok about the fact that the reason we got caught was you finally decided to kiss me, then yes I'm fine"

Dean smiled, relief hitting him. He really hadn't wanted to ask her that question, wasn't good for his not caring bad boy image. He also hated the fact that her words had made his heart soar. He didn't want to love the kid in any other way than what he had grown up with, but at this point he didn't think he could change it.

"Good, that's… good" He wriggled his hands once more seeing if the rope tying him had magically loosened, but it was no good, Jason may be a nut job but he was a nut job who could tie exceedingly tight knots. He wasn't getting out of this until someone cut him lose.

"How's your head?" he asked, Jude frowned again,

"I don't know, how bad is the fact that I'm seeing two of you"

Worry blossomed in his chest as well as anger, it wasn't good at all. They needed to get out of here, so he could get Jude to a hospital.

"Try to focus on just one of me" he said. Watching as Jude screwed up her face, trying desperately to concentrate on just one of her dean's. Finally her face relaxed.

"Any good"

She shook her head "Nope, I'm still getting two for the price of one"

Dean sighed, and yanked at the ropes again. "You know if yours are anything like mine, that's a waste of time, and energy" Jude said from across the room. Dean glared at her "I can't just sit here and do nothing"

"Well you could sit there and talk to me. Try and distract me from the hole in my head"

"You don't have a hole in your head Jude"

She snorted "And how do you know that"

Dean grinned evilly "because there's no one strong enough in this world to manage to do more than dent your thick skull"

She gasped outraged at him "Dean Winchester, if I ever get out of here I'm going to kick your butt for that"

"As long as you do it without your clothes on I couldn't care less" he watched as a blush actually worked it's way up her neck. She was actually blushing at him. He couldn't help but smile again. Before she cleared her throat

"Uh, yeah I don't think were quite at that stage yet"

"What stage is that honey" he asked, deliberately stressing the word honey and stage. Jude's blush deepened.

"The whole taking our clothes off stage"

Dean laughed, despite their circumstances they were talking, the two of them were having a conversation, something they hadn't done in a long time. Recently they had only to be in the same room and they were arguing like cat and dog. Ever since Sam had left to go to college.

Something banged at the other end of the warehouse and dean heard the heavy foot falls that could only be their resident vampire slaying nut case.

Jason appeared in front of them wearing dean's leather jacket, a large kit bag slung over his shoulder. Dean gritted his teeth together as the thick set man dropped the bag to the floor and dropped into a crouch just out of reach of dean's feet.

"Still undead then my darlings" he cooed at them. "I was so hoping you would be, as I've brought games"

"Well its not like we have much choice but to still be here Jason" dean said, "You've kind of got us tied up"

Jason smirked down again "Ah yes, such wit Dean. I wonder if you had that when you were alive"

"Seen as I am alive, you tell me" Dean replied. Making Jason shake his finger at him, he stood up and went over to Jude, who dean noticed moved backwards from him. On instinct the gesture made dean want to beat the guy to a pulp, even though he had already. He vowed that Jason would get something a little bit more creative for making his…. Oh crap what was Jude now. She wasn't his sister, never had been really, he had looked after her like one, but she wasn't technically related to him by blood. He was loathed to use the word girlfriend after one kiss, he would be loathed to use the word girlfriend ever, no matter how many kisses they shared. But friend sounded so impersonal. Especially for the little girl he had taught to do algebra and forced himself to listen to her read Shakespeare at him. He had taken her for her first bra, praying that no boy ever got to see it, and gotten her a prom dress. Even though she had only wore it with him and Sam in a motel room with lousy Spanish radio music. He had held her when she cried, when she was in pain he had fixed her. He cheered her up when she was sad, and he had given her every thing he had ever gotten. She was his life, and that flinch had just ensured that Jason's life would be painfully short when he got free.

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Jason's hand reached out and he wiped some of the blood off of Jude's brow, making her shudder in revulsion. His touch making her skin crawl. She watched as he held up his now red finger to the light and stared at her blood.

"Amazing that it looks just like mine" he muttered, more to himself than to her.

"It is like yours" she answered, making him turn his attention back to her.

"Oh I don't think so darling. I don't think so" he trailed the bloody finger down the side of her face, and lifted her chin, making her look him in the eyes. Insanity swirled in the depths of the blue sea she saw.

"I'm going to prove that you're an undead, then I'm going to set you free of your enslavement" Jason moved over to the bag producing a wooden stake, sharpened to a deadly point. Before he moved back over to Jude.

"No, Jason I'm not enslaved to anyone, I'm human like you. Please don't do this" but Jason advanced upon her anyway, not even slightly swayed by her words. Jude looked frantically over at dean. He was thrashing with the rope that tied him, trying to get to her. "JASON, NO. DON'T TOUCH HER"

Jude didn't know what about those words made Jason pause. But he did and turned back to look at dean. "Are the devil's whores capable of care. You certainly lust after her, as I proved when I caught you, but do you care about her"

Dean obviously sensing that he had a chance to talk to Jason, nodded continuing speaking "Yes I care about her. Don't hurt her, you don't really want to hurt her Jason"

"I'm not going to hurt her Dean, I'm going to free her. Surely you who cares about her wants her to be free of her service to the ruler of the depths of hell" Jason murmured softly, before turning back to Jude. From his pocket her drew a knife, it looked like silver.

"No" Jude whispered as Jason walked behind her to her arms, she thrashed around trying to avoid the point but it was no good, he drew the knife quickly down her forearm, she couldn't help but scream.

"Jude" dean screamed at her, she looked up at him, her eyes filling with tears, silently begging him to save her. Why wasn't he saving her. Dean always saved her. He had picked her up when she was little and fell off her bike, he had encouraged her to try again. He had healed the scars of her family leaving, he hadn't known he had but his constant presence in her life was soothing, he made her feel loved again. She didn't know when his presence had become more than just soothing and she had noticed just what all girls did about him. She only knew she had and that he made her feel like nothing else. She got hot around him, tongue tied and flushed. Which made her angry at herself, that got taken out on him.

She stared into the grey eyes that had always belonged in a face that had saved her, and she knew at the moment that he wouldn't always be able to save her, like now. She was going to have to save herself. Save both of them.

"Jude" he was still shouting at her. She offered him a small smile, before focusing back on Jason. He was still carving patterns into her arms, but she had zoned out the pain. Not knowing what she was doing, or how she did it, she brought her arms crashing upwards, the knife sliced deep into her arms but her fists connected with Jason's nose, making him fall backwards, the knife dropped to the floor. Quickly she grabbed it with slippy fingers, and managed to cut the rope. Her arms fell lose from the pole, and she bit back a cry of pain as she looked down at her arms. She was going to scar, if she didn't get them sewn up soon. Jason was up again, glaring at her.

"Oh goody, she wants to play to" he said, in a sing song voice. Before he launched himself at her. Jude caught his shoulders and swung to her back kicking her legs up and sending Jason flying over her head, she quickly got back to her feet, to see Jason standing from the mess of wooden boxes where he had landed. He spun back to her, angry now. He approached more carefully. Jude watched in carefully, still trying to ignore the steady stream of blood as it started to drip to the floor. When Jason struck he came fast for a big man, his fist connected with Jude's jawbone sending her straight back to the floor.

"Jude, move. MOVE" dean shouted at her. It registered in her brain, the training she had received as a child kicked in and she moved automatically, at that voice. So much like his fathers. She moved her ass. Rolling over and gaining her feet. Dean obviously noticing it was working continued to shout instructions at her.

"Go for his weak spots kid. Come on you know better than this, you gonna let some over sized couch potato who thinks he's a vampire slayer beat you"

Jude shook her head. No she wasn't going to get beaten my Jason. Not after he had interrupted her and dean. Just when dean had finally picked up the hint to kiss her. She grabbed the silver knife on her movement back to her feet, she lunged forward and twisted at the last minute so Jason grabbed air, she had moved round his back, she lifted the knife to his neck and drew it across, Jason gasped and stumbled away from her. Jude just stood and watched as he fell to his knee's then to the floor in a pool of hers and his blood. It was the first time she had taken a human life, yet she felt nothing apart from numb.

"Jude" Dean's hesitant voice interrupted her thoughts, slowly she turned and went over untying him. He stood up and swung to face her. Gradually his fingers came up and he let them trail down her cheek. Finally he spoke again.

"You still seeing two of me"

It worked he got a broken laugh out of her, before she shook her head. Looking up into his eyes. He held his arms out, open, and she collapsed into his chest. Shaking and sobbing as he cradled her to him.

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Things had never been the same again. They had finally gotten Jude's arms stitched up, which she had insisted that he do, not at the hospital. Which had required a lot of alcohol to numb her mind to the pain of the needle biting through her flesh. At the end her face had been shinning with tear tracks, and her head swimming with Jack Daniels. Dean had helped her to the bathroom where he had carefully washed the blood off of her. Before putting her to bed. However she wouldn't let go of him, she had dragged him down onto the bed next to her.

"If I close my eyes I'm going to dream. And I don't want to dream dean" she said to him. Dean had looked at her helplessly.

"What do you want me to do?"

She had smiled, seductively wrapping her arms round his neck and pressing her body against his. Him trying desperately to remember that this was the alcohol talking. Only hours before she had been blushing at the thought of being naked with him.

"Don't let me sleep dean. Don't let me close my eyes tonight"

He had been lost with the sweet pleading in her voice, groaning he had pressed his mouth to hers. In the only way he could think of, to stop the nightmares haunting her.

When they woke in the morning wrapped in each others arms she hadn't even told him off, for letting her go to sleep. She had simply rolled over so she was laying on top of his chest.

"You know if I knew all I needed to get you into bed was to get myself caught by a crazy vampire slayer and then stupidly drunk on whiskey, I would have done it a long time ago"

He had been lost for words, so had settled for kissing her again. Making her moan.

There relationship had changed on that night, he still looked after her, protected her from the nightmares that they hunted and saved her from the monsters, only now she did the same for him. Every night she saved a little bit more of his soul from the blackness that had consumed him the night his mother had been killed, and he loved her for it. Even if he couldn't say the words. He knew she knew how he felt, just as he knew how she did. They had lived with each other for to long to not know what the others emotions were. They saved each other with their love.