"Sophie," Dean took his ear bud out and looked over at the girl in the other bed. She was lying on her side, facing away from him. "Sophie," he called again. The bed stopped vibrating and he stood up from his bed to poke her shoulder.

"Just leave me alone, Dean. I'm only here as a favor to Sam," she glared at him.

"Can't we just like talk? Just for a minute?" Though he still wasn't much of a talker, this needed to be done.

"Why? What's the point? As soon as this case is solved, I'm out of here. With or without Rowan, I can't do this anymore, Dean. I can't look at you...because all I think about is how you don't want me here anyway because you think I'm a distraction."

"That's not―"

"Bullshit, Dean. You forget that I can read your mind. I heard you back at the bank, that it was just lust and it was my fault that you almost died―when I was the one to save your life."

"So what do you want me to do, Sophie? I'm not one for sentimental shit and I say things I shouldn't, okay? Is that better?"

"I need some air," she stood up from her bed and went for the door. She was more hurt by his previous words than anything. She couldn't stand the fact that all he wanted from her was sex, after everything.

"No," Dean beat her to the door and stood in front of it. "I wanna get this shit settled before you go running off."

"Why do you care? You don't even really like me! You just want to sleep with me! I've been hurt before, I don't want to go back there," she bit her lip hard, not wanting to cry in front of him, he didn't deserve that.

"That's not true," he mumbled.

"Whatever, Dean. Get out of my way."

"You want me to move? I'll move as soon as you look me in the eye and tell me that you really believe all I want is sex."

"I don't have to."

"I don't need to read minds to tell you that you're trying to protect yourself."

"That's what you're doing too! Don't be a damn hypocrite. If we're both trying to protect ourselves from the other then what's the point?"

That one had him stumped. Dean had been doing a lot of thinking in the past few days since the bank. He had been thinking about how much he regretted telling her that he and Sam were better off without her and Rowan. He thought about how he wished that he had been kissing the real Sophie and not because he just wanted to get into her pants, but because there was another level to what he felt for her. He felt the need to protect her like he did Sam―but still not in the same way, not like she was his little sister, like she should be something more to him.

"Son of a bitch," he cursed. "Look, I don't know how to answer your question, I just know that I can't stop thinking about what it would be like without you here. I don't do this romantic shit and if you don't think that's good enough, then I don't know what to tell you because I don't want to see you go, Sophie."

Dean's words made Sophie's heart speed up, she couldn't help the small smile that tugged on the corners of her mouth. She also couldn't help that she wanted to be close to him at that moment. She felt his hands cup her cheeks and slowly his lips pressed down onto hers. She felt warmth spread throughout her as she allowed her body to move closer to his. Somehow, with that kiss, it made her forget their arguing and she felt like it was something out of a fairy tale―where her prince hunted demons and had the catch phrase of 'son of a bitch'. But, for once, she felt like that was where she should be, kissing the potty mouthed demon hunter.

XxX

They were expecting a crime scene when they walked into the hotel room. Sam expected to see his brother murdered on the floor while Sophie napped or watched television. However, that was not the case, far from it actually. The two sat on the bed that Dean had claimed and they were just talking. It was truly a miracle.

"What changed?" Sam asked, looking directly at Sophie, who shrugged in response. She and Dean had decided to give things a chance but they did not want to tell their counterparts any of it just yet.

"That doesn't matter much, but what does matter is what's in that brown paper bag. I'm starving."

"Two cheeseburgers," he tossed the bag to her on the bed. "And some fries," he added.

"Thanks," she grabbed a burger from the bag and held it out to Dean, who took it and began eating his food. "How's the case coming?"

"Good," Rowan said. "We're gonna head back out, just figured we'd bring food for you two."

"How kind," Sophie said sarcastically.

"Yep. Ready Sam?"

"Yeah, we'll be back soon," Sam called before they headed out the door.

XxX

Eventually, Sam and Rowan came back, case solved. However, Rowan had gotten a phone call from an unknown source shortly after arriving back at the motel. She went outside to answer it and when she came back in, Sophie immediately jumped to her side, being able to sense what was wrong and she led her friend back outside. "I'm so sorry, Rowan..."

"I need to be alone for a while," the normally bubbly girl decided.

"No you don't," Sophie told her. That was the worst option, Rowan being alone. The hunters had caught up to Rowan's parents and they could easily catch up to Rowan as well. The phone call had been from her twice removed uncle, Bernard. He wasn't like Rowan or her parents, that was why they didn't speak, but he still kept tabs on his sister and brother-in-law.

"Sophie I'll be fine...Just...Just give me a few days―a week, tops."

"And what if we've moved on by then? What if we're far away from here?"

"I'll find you, just let me do this," her brown eyes met her friend's blue ones. "Let me have some time to myself..."

"Okay," Sophie found herself slowly agreeing. "You have to be carefully as hell and if you get yourself killed, I will bring you back just to kill you myself, okay?"

"Okay," Rowan gave a small smile before hugging Sophie tightly. Rowan went back inside to gather her things and Sophie slowly followed her.

"What's going on?" Sam asked, looking from Rowan to Sophie and back at Rowan.

"I'm leaving for a while," Rowan announced.

"What? Why?"

"Because, I need some air for a while...I need to be on my own..."

"On your own?" Sam still looked confused and slightly upset. "Why? We don't want you to go."

"Come on Sammy, you're that scared to be alone with me for a few days?" Sophie tried to break into the conversation, but Sam ignored her.

"This isn't open for discussion, I'm going, but I will be back. End of story."

"Aren't you going to stop her?" Sam looked to Sophie.

"I've already talked to her, her mind is made up and Rowan is much more stubborn than a mule, she makes mules look like mice. She isn't changing her mind so all we can do is support her decision and murder her if she doesn't come back," Sophie shrugged, knowing it was their only option.

"Fine," Sam said with a frown. "Let me walk you out then," he led Rowan to the door and paused when Dean's voice made its way into the conversation.

"Be careful," he called to her. It didn't seem like much, but for Dean, it was. It was a lot, especially given that a few weeks ago, she was someone that he didn't even like―because she was a vampire mostly―but the fact that even he didn't want her dead said something.

AN: I hope you guys are liking this. I've only gotten one review in recent chapters and I write more when I get a steady stream of reviews...And it's nice to know if people are actually reading this.