A/N: My writer's block has finally passed! Credit for this miracle goes to "Dr. Seuss's How the Grinch Stole Christmas" on ABC Family's 25 Days of Christmas, "A Very Supernatural Christmas", and my best friend, Huda22. She may not have read this story yet, but she managed to help me out of my rut by talking about rocks and squirrels! Thanks Hudie :)

~Dean POV~

"Adam! Hey, wait up!" I yelled, noticing him sneaking out of his back door. I ran after him as he scurried of into the forest.

I had just had my breakfast with Elizabeth and I promised to talk to him right after I was finished. All through the meal I was doing everything I could think of to make her laugh, or at least smile. But, as usual, luck wasn't favoring me. There was so much sadness in her eyes and it killed me just to see her in so much pain.

"Dean, leave me alone!" Adam bellowed, pulling me from my thoughts.

"Hang on, I just want to talk!" I noticed him hiding behind a tree, "Please, Adam? Elizabeth sent me."

"Elizabeth sent you?"

"Yes."

"Oh, well is she alright? She's been quieter than usual when I come over."

"No, actually, she's not alright. Her father passed." I lowered my head in respect.

"That's what she's all worked up about?" he spat at me.

I could feel my anger and rage toward him boiling my blood. My head shot back up like a bat out of Hell, "What? What did you just ask me?"

My temper was high, and he could tell. His eyes grew wide in fear, "She's upset over her father's death. That I can understand, but to shut everyone out because of it is ridiculous."

I clenched my fist to try to regain my composure. It didn't help. "Adam, shut your mouth, or I'll shut it for you. She sent me here to ask you to stop visiting. She doesn't want your presence anywhere near her home. She doesn't want you there while she is grieving. Frankly, she doesn't want you. Elizabeth's father instructed her to follow her heart, and you are not on that path. I am."

I turned quickly and walked away, my fists still clenched tightly. I didn't care what he had to say, so why should I wait around for his reply?

I walked back into the house and went straight to Elizabeth's room. I found her lying on her bed with the covers snuggled tightly under her chin. Her eyes were bloodshot and her cheeks and blankets were tearstained.

"Dean?" her gaze slowly moved up to meet my eyes, "Did you talk to him?"

I smiled at her and sat on the edge of her bed, "Yes, my dear. He won't bother you ever again. If he does, he will regret it."

"Good," she smiled.

My heart skipped a beat at the sight I so dearly missed, her smile.

~Elizabeth POV~

I watched a smile dance its way across Dean's face as he looked at me. His eyes were sparkling and the green was incredibly vivid today. I sniffed and propped myself up on my elbow. He put out his arms to catch he in case I fell.

"I'm fine. Really," I sat up fully and leaned my back against the wall.

"Alright, but I'm here for you," he smiled sincerely.

I suddenly found myself yearning for his touch. The feeling of his lips on mine, his gentle hands tangled in my hair..

"Stop." I gulped, hoping he hadn't noticed my sinful lust and the accidental outburst.

He simply leaned forward and kissed my forehead in response.

"I'll be back in a bit," he stood up and walked out of the room.

I covered my face with my hands and silently scolded myself.

I tried to make my exit from the solitude of my room quietly, but my attempts were in vain. Dean and my mother were walking through the hall at that moment. I noticed tears forming in my mother's eyes and a paper in Dean's hand.

"What are you holding?" I whispered to him as he took my hand in his and led my mother and I to the sitting room.

"Your mother's letter from your father. She's asked that I read it to her."