A/N: Another update. Something to get my mind off of things, like for instance getting dumped by my boyfriend the other night, well ex-boyfriend now…anyways, writing is an escape for me and today wasn't even an 'A' day. Nope. 'B' day. Tomorrow will be an 'A' day, so I'll probably write more again then. Lol. Hope you enjoy this chapter.

By the time I returned to the room, Sam had found a ritual to take part in the killing of ol' Zachariah. Of course in order for it to work I had to let him in on my little secret too; he was different than Dean. He said that it was good I wasn't ashamed of it because it is nice to see that even things like hunting and becoming a vampire, it doesn't change people.

When Dean got back, the thoughts were slamming at me full force and a major migraine started to kick in. I think I managed to block some of them off, but most of them were about how stupid we are to use me, an "inexperienced girl" to be the bait. That comment could've gone another direction, but there was no way I was going to get bubbled about that. Inexperienced in hunting…my ass. I do it all the time, even if it is only animals and for food. My instincts could come in handy for other things. Like they would've known that virgins were involved in the first place.

'Inexperienced in bed? Yes.'

I growled deep in my throat, flashing my eyes at Dean where he sat packing the guns and rock-salt shells. Sam was loading another bag full of herbs, candles, matches, gasoline, and salt. Not only did the ritual have to take place, but also Sam and Dean had to dive for the body on the bottom of the lake, bring it back up and burn it.

"Like I said, this is too dangerous. Once Sam and I jump into that water he'll come after Sharae faster than she can say sex," Dean said.

Sex! He needs to get off of that. I mean seriously, it's a choice you moron, not my fault you couldn't keep it in your pants at a young age.

"Must you speak of me like I'm not here?" I asked.

"Dean, she is still a hunter, it doesn't matter about the vampire deal. She can handle herself," Sam stated. At least someone was defending me.

"Really? I'll wait to see it when she stops playing the damsel in distress."

"Hey!" I exclaimed, standing up and planting my hands on my hips.

"Damsel, yes. Distress, I don't think so."

"Oh, so the Gordon thing wasn't distress material?"

Sam sighed in annoyance; I could tell he couldn't believe that they were getting into that, frankly, neither could I.

"She was up against a hunter who was out of his mind Dean! She didn't have a chance with him torturing her like he was!"

"Exactly! She will not stand a chance as a hunter with that display of action! The only reason Gordon got her was because she let her guard down. You do that in this job and you're dead."

"That is enough!" I yelled, stalking over to the two who had gradually stepped closer to each other and pushed Dean away from Sam.

I didn't expect to be hit though. With one move my head snapped to the left, tingling and burning, as the blow echoed in the room. My hand rose to my cheek where I was backhanded and I couldn't help the stinging tears forming in my eyes, the growl emitting from me, or the change in eye color.

"Should've kept true to you being a jackass," I barked, snapping my teeth at him as I grabbed one of the duffels and headed out the door and towards the car.

I saw him flinch, I saw the anger and guilt fighting for dominance in his own eyes, but I didn't dare stick around in the room to see more.

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The car ride was quiet, including my head. None of his thoughts were present. When we pulled up to the lake I felt like I was wearing a red flashing Virgin Alarm like in the movie Spaceballs. I set up at my station by the tree close to the waterline and made a protective circle of salt and ground herbs around it. Dean had come over to where I was, and to be honest, I didn't want to talk right now.

"Listen, Sharae, I'm sorry," he said.

"You're only saying it for the hit. Well, that part was already forgotten Dean. Go back to Sam and dive into the damn water," I ordered, striking a match against the sand paper on the matchbox, shouting, "I'm all set!"

Slowly, I lit the candles one by one, eyes closed and chanting the Latin ritual clear and precise.

"Ready to go fish there, Sammy?" Dean yelled with a chuckle as he went back to the where he once stood at the waterline by Sam. Sarcasm to cover up something…oh hell yeah.

"For lesson one Dean, this is going to be really shitty fishing," Sam joked.

Shortly after the candles were all lit, I hear the splashes signifying they were doing their part of the job.

"Alright you evil son of a bitch. Get it," I muttered, extinguishing the flame on the match as I finished the ritual to summon him to me.

My eyes immediately changed, the fangs appearing with a lion-like growl, and my fingernails grew to claws. A chill sent through my spine at the sound of male laughter floating in air.

"Come here kitty, kitty, kitty," it whispered.

"Throw me a ball of yarn, maybe I'll play with it," I grinned, spreading my hands.

"You'd like that wouldn't you?" it paused, "So feisty…animal…I like."

My body flung into the air and slammed into the tree where the protective circle was stationed. All my vampire looks disappeared and went back inside without my command. I struggled against the invisible force holding me…both of me. I wish Sam and Dean would hurry their asses up!

"You're different than the others," the voice came from my right and I glanced over to find a man, solid, dirty, and grinning. "This should be interesting."

"Yeah well if you think you're taking anymore innocence away, you've got another thing coming you sick bastard."

He was in front of me in a flash, the circle having absolutely no effect on him whatsoever, and it was then I knew I was screwed. I cringed as his hand reached out and lightly brushed from my temple down to my jaw, the nauseating aroma coming off his spirit.

"So pretty," he commented, leaning in and pressing his lips to my own.

I screamed with my mouth shut, afraid and desperate to not open it up and let him in. Where were the boys? They should've been up for air soon if they didn't find the body yet. Here I was, being groped, kissed, and possibly close to getting raped and there was no sign of them.

"Hey toasty!" Dean's voice boomed.

The spirit separated from me and I let out a sigh of relief when my eyes settled on the brothers standing a good ways away from where they originally dove in.

"Burn dude burn," Dean said; flicking open his Zippo, tossing it onto the watery corpse, and setting the remains alight. Zachariah Harding screamed in agony as the flames consumed him and when his spirit vanished I was glad to be let free. I may be all for the economy, but I never really wanted to actually hug a tree in my life.

"You okay there, Haley?"

"Peachy," I replied, "Oh and Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"It's Sharae."

Author End Note: Thanks for reading and please review.