A/N: Another update, sorry it took so long, been busy. Anyways, hope you enjoy. :)

Okay, the damsel in distress card was played, but I have a good argument in place for why I couldn't defend myself. One: the spirit held me against my will. Two: First hunt in a while. Three: I was saved wasn't I? It was better to have me in the state I was, other than having him change course and go after the boys when they needed to get the remains.

Right now I'm in Dean's clothes, on the couch and eating a one-pint of ice cream. Television and Dean was a different matter. He was hogging the remote like no other, drinking a beer and nearly hogging the couch I was practically curled up on; feet near me and I was wishing I was on the other end of the stick, actually, it was preferred.

"You sure you're okay?" Sam asked from his spot on his bed. Looks like someone is tired, me too, however, from being asked that question nonstop by him.

"Sam, she is. Stop asking, it's getting annoying," Dean replied.

The bedside lamp went out soon after he answered and even I knew Sam gave Dean a look or flipped him off...I'll go with the first option.

"I'm going to get dressed, don't go anywhere," Dean said, standing up and going over to his duffel for clothes before heading into the bathroom.

He had the right idea, we had a long night, I was tired, the couch was kind of getting comfy now that I think about it...at the thought I couldn't help but close my eyes. Problem was that I didn't feel like I was asleep and moving. Why wouldn't my brain shut up? The one distinct and nagging 'how stupid we were to do what we did as a plan' bullet came at me and I wanted to shield it away, did my mind care that I was trying to relax and sleep?

'Sharae could have gotten raped.'

The single thought echoed and fueled my need to keep, what was the word, dressing? What a weird dream. I found myself separating from my body as if I were floating or going through one of those things that some people claimed they could do, astral projection. I stepped back to get a new sense of what was going on in my dream, thing is, I wasn't expecting to see Dean in front of me, well, me, in a way, or was it me that was him?

Anyways, he was standing there getting ready to clothe himself for the night. Oh god, turn away! If you have any decency you'd turn away! I can't though, that's the issue. My eyes lingered on him, his back muscles rippling as he removed his shirt, causing the amulet around his neck to lift and fall back into place. He carelessly discarded the item in his grip making my attention fly to his hands; calloused, controlling, powerful, hunter's hands.

A hunter, that's what he was, why wasn't the fact getting through to me...Dean equals hunter and I equal vampire, again, those things do not mix. Wait! Hold it! The alarm is going off! Warning: Avert Eyes Sharae! The pants are coming off and he walking over to the shower! Avert! Avert! Retreat! Suddenly, my eyes snapped open as I inhaled deeply. The sound o the water hitting the porcelain tub and tiles in the other room came to my attention, telling me that what I saw was not a dream. I sighed in relief that I had managed to escape before something extreme happened.

Standing abruptly, I rushed into the kitchen to place the ice cream back and went over to the vacant bed and crawling in. If Dean wanted to share still, I don't know if I'd be fine. He'd better keep his hands where they won't be missing from his side.

What if he wanted to kick me back onto the pull out? The only reason would be because of the hunt that went down tonight. I wish he'd stay on one thought so I could go to sleep. That's all I asked for in the first place, was some nice sleep for my tired mind. Dean was still pissed off, but that wasn't what made me tense him in shock. He couldn't stop thinking about me.

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A part of me wondered if I thought too much. I don't know why that suddenly peeked my interest. We had left the motel and were now on the road, and hearing Dean in my head constantly babbling, it made me wonder if I sounded like that all the time to him. All I do is talk to myself, and I'd be annoyed too if I had to listen to this 24/7. The idea of what Dean was thinking was intriguing on some level, it proved that he did care, but in a way that a boyfriend would when jealous.

I should have been more specific when I said that he was thinking about me, he was thinking more about what Zachariah was doing. Ugh, I am so glad that spirit is laid to rest, and not the pleasant kind. Seriously though, he was going through all the ways he could have hurt that guy and I was surprised at the colorful streak of it. He barely even knew me, didn't like me much, and here he is overreacting like this.

My mind didn't feel like dwelling on it too much and besides it appeared as if it found something to its fancy. I jumped in my spot at the realization of the chosen specimen. The images, feelings, smells of Dean invaded me. Seeing him last night, the way he looked without the many layers...almost vulnerable.

Where I sat in the backseat gave me a good view of his back, even though clothed, I could see the bare skin flashing before me, a longing to run my hands over the dips and dents that defined his body so well. My breathing had hitched and I gripped the upholstery to keep me where I was. Being kind of animal-like as a vampire had its down sides, it had a few main drives in its blood; feed, power, and of course, mating.

I am staying true, Virgin till marriage. I could repeat this so many times but it still doesn't dull the desires within. Not only was the beast liking Dean, it liked Sam practically equal right about now. There was something in the young hunters blood that makes him a tasty target, a worthy target. I couldn't place what it was, but it smelled fantastic.

Gripping tighter on the seats, I am pretty sure I almost tore into the leather, I roared from my throat coming across sounding like a lion. The boy's heads snapped to me, and Dean began to pull over. Sam's hand reached to his back, trying stealthily to pull out his .35 glock loaded with bullets soaked and filled with dead man's blood. Glad they took this whole vampire thing to heart, however, this wasn't a case for the bullets because I wasn't hungry.

"Sharae..." Sam started once the car stopped.

"Are you okay? Do you need another of your blood bags?" Dean asked.

I couldn't answer, I was trembling so bad, fighting to stay where I sat, but of course the beast won out. My body launched into the front seat, tackling Sam and straddling him. Alarm! Ding, ding, ding! Whoo! Whoo! Eh, eh! Climb off and away from the hunter! Damn, he smells so good though; I moaned.

"Is she needing to feed?" Dean asked again, grabbing my arms and trying to keep me from leaning in and kissing Sam.

"I don't think so. No fangs or anything else like that. What could it be?" Sam questioned, trying hard to push away and place distance in between.

Feeling a heavy tug on my biceps, I whipped around and turned on the elder, he was just as intoxicating, and not only did my mind think thoughts about him, my body needed him.

Sue me, I don't even know him that well, I'm a vampire, and I can already tell I have an attraction towards the guy, no matter how much I try to deny it. God, why aren't they doing anything? Here I am, looking like I'm attacking them, when really my primal part is in the heat it suffers though monthly, like a period...Knock me out already guys! How hard is it to realize that is the only way to make me stop? Just do it!

'Whatever you say,' Dean thought.

Black clouded my vision as the butt of a gun hit me on the head. Well, that worked.

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