Same old deal. Don't own anything supernatural related... though I wouldn't mind borrowing the car for a little while... I can? Awesom! um... I don't suppose Dean comes with the car, does he?

So, I've been getting alot of requests on the other site asking for more Dean/Cal kissing action... Just thought I'd ask if anyone here is interested in seeing more of that too? Oh yeah, and just a heads up that things may get a little mushy in this chapter.

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Chapter 11

"Well that went well." Always the cool one under pressure. Gotta love that about Dean.

"We're going to have to move. Now." Cal on the other hand, not quite her usual calm if hostile self. No, she was anxious and worried and yes, definitely scared.

"Yeah, I know. Look at this room. It's completely trashed. I think it's pretty safe to say we won't be getting the deposit back on this one…" If he was trying to make her feel better it wasn't working. She was too uptight for a little goofing around to do the trick.

"No Dean, not because of the room. Because when Earl gets my message he'll be pissed. Really, really pissed. He will come after me himself. You don't want to be around Earl when he gets pissed and I am in no shape to kick his ass right now. We're sitting ducks here." Yup, that was fear alright.

"Yeah, about Earl. I think you're going to have to fill us in about this little 'problem' you asked us to help you with." Cal didn't get scared. She wasn't scared. It was just… restlessness. Too much lying around because of that little injury of hers… yeah, that's it. "Dean, I swear I will tell you anything you want to know. Later." Ah hell, who was she kidding. Cal was terrified.

"Later? Later when? Later when the next giant wrestler or cowboy comes crashing through the window… or the door… or hell, the size they make 'em around here maybe the next guy will just skip the whole trying to find a way in part and make a hole in the damned wall. I don't want to wait that long to find out what exactly we're up against Cal!"

"Later at the next motel damn it! Tonight. In the car Dean, if it'll make you feel better. I promise. Right now I just want to get the hell out of Dodge, alright?" She was slowly but surely losing it, and hating every second that took her closer to that edge. The look Dean gave her made her want to squirm. Of course, she didn't. It was enough she couldn't control the fear or the weakness, yet. Cal would be damned if she was going to give him the satisfaction of squirming like a little kid just because of a look.

The standoff didn't last long. All he had to do was look at her to see how tired and weak she really was. That little stunt with the machete, the butcher knife and the angry wrestler-type guy had taken a lot out of her… whether she cared to admit it or not. "I'll take later then. In the car." "Whatever Dean, let's just get the hell out of here." God, she sounded tired. Even to her own ears.

The deep breath he took told her his mind was made up. "Sam?" He never took his eyes off of her. "Yeah?" Dean tossed Sam the keys to the Impala. "There might be others and they might be watching the hotel. Load up the car with the heavy stuff and take a drive. We'll meet you two blocks over at that park we saw on the way in. Ten minutes." Sam just smiled.

"Hey, you be careful with my car Sam." The smile got wider as he picked up the bags and headed for the door. "Sammy? I mean it!" If Sam heard him he didn't let on as he hummed his way down the carpeted hallway to the elevators. Dean couldn't fool him. Oh, he could try to distract him with the threat of other vampires hanging around…It was definitely a concern…and that last little bit about the car… but Sam knew better. His brother wanted some time alone with Cal. She wouldn't let him take care of her if there was an audience around.

As soon as Sam was out of earshot and they were alone Cal dropped the death grip she still had on the knives. There was a loud clang as metal hit metal and floor. Then there was just the sound of the wind whistling through the broken window and the wreckage of the room and her heavy ragged breathing.

Two steps… Dean pulled Cal into his arms. Now, normally she didn't do mushy but he was so big… and firm. It was like resting against a wall. The kind that you duck behind to avoid getting shot at. The brick and mortar kind that was almost guaranteed to keep you safe through just about anything.

Of course, most walls didn't hold you or run their hands up and down your back to make you feel better. Hers did though. In fact, he was looking down at her with a smoldering look that could set the world on fire given enough kindling… "You okay Cal?" Bless the man for putting up with her and trying to take care of her.

"Yeah… I'm fine...really." sure you are Cal. You're only falling apart inside and out. Oh yeah, and being chased by a nasty, sadistic vampire whose current main goal in life is to make you into one of his obedient little vampire harem girls. Right. Good thing you haven't told Dean that part yet. And don't forget the fact that you're too weak to defend yourself. That's an important one. Sure, Cal. You're doing just fine aren't you?

She dropped the bravado and leaned into him. "Okay, not really."

"Huh, well there's a shock." She gave him a dry look. "No, I meant that you're admitting to it." She punched him lightly in the shoulder, but there was no oomph to it. Still, he laughed and pulled her a little closer.

"Ah, we have nothing to worry about Cal. You know why he sent someone to come after you? Because he's scared of you. Oh yeah. You are one scary chic Caitlin O'Sulivan. Take it from a man who knows from experience." "Gee thanks Dean. I've got to say… nothing like a compliment to make a girl feel all soft and mushy inside, eh?" Still, it had been what she needed to hear. She needed that tough girl exterior if she was going to face the world alone. Now, and when it was all over.

She pulled away from him a little and looked him over considering… "You know Winchester… a girl could get used to having a guy like you around." That smile of his was back… and it brought out the little dimpled one that Cal used to melt men into playdoh. It made him want to do things… hot, steamy, sweaty things that they really didn't have time for at the moment. Still… he wanted. Badly. Her.

And Dean wasn't the only one who wanted. Cal's arms were wrapped around his waist again. She was giving him that look and it was killing him in the best of ways. Just one kiss… one little kiss… surely they had time for one little kiss? Of course they did. I mean, how long could one kiss take really?

The thing Cal found the most endearing about Dean was that wide eyed innocent child-like look he got when he was leaning in to kiss her. It never lasted longer than a heartbeat but it undid her every time. Their first kiss had been her doing. Now that Dean was making the move she found she couldn't breathe. He moved in so slowly… determined to make the moment last as long as he could… the anticipation alone had her trembling.

When finally their lips met and parted the heat their kiss generated was enough to make them both spontaneously combust. Dean's want had quickly turned to need. He couldn't get enough of her. The way she tasted… the sweet scent and softness of her skin… the little sounds she made as he deepened the kiss… He couldn't think… could barely breathe… Bedroom. Definitely bedroom. No wait. Kitchen. No, no, too far. Right here. Yeah, definitely right here. "Oh god, Cal!"

Of all the men she had kissed in all the places she had been Dean was by far the very best. He held her as if he thought she would break. Carefully, gently… as if she were made of glass. Well, until the kiss started… Dean Winchester was definitely better than chocolate!

Those eyes of his. She didn't know how he ever got by hiding all that emotion, all that passion when everything he felt shone right there for the world to see. Sam knew… she was positive of it. As for the rest of 'em… well they just didn't care enough to look and see. Cal cared though. A little too much, she thought to herself ruefully. You better watch yourself around this one Cal. If you care about him then he can hurt you…

But that didn't matter right now. What mattered was that mouth… and those hands… those arms that cradled her against him and those eyes… good god those eyes… she wasn't mush… no she was a flame.

If it weren't for the fact that they had to get out of there, away from there, she'd be tempted to lure him to the bedroom… but they had to go. They should have left at the same time Sam did. They needed to cover tracks and put some distance between themselves and that place if she was ever going to get better enough to finish Earl off. "Dean?" pulling away as gently as possible, she held off the man who was very quickly becoming a necessity in her life. Quite a feat, even for Dean Winchester.

"No, no. More. We definitely need to do more of that." Even as he disagreed with her actions he knew she was right. They did not have time for this. One last anguished look at those kiss-swollen lips of hers… "Oh, alright." She turned toward the bedroom to get her stuff and felt a large, warm hand swat her bum. "Go get some pants on She-Ra. You're killing me here." Oh wow, Cal was capable of giggling. Well he didn't hate it. Actually, between the dimples, the kisses and the giggles Dean could definitely get used to having that woman around.

Now if he could only keep that stubborn, ass-kicking side of hers directed somewhere other than at him then they would be all set.

"Oh, and Cal… don't even think about carrying those bags. I'm doing it. I'll will not stand by and watch you pop your stitches just because you're being stubborn." Well, okay. Maybe Dean was right. Just this once she'd let him get away with it. After all, the goal was to get better and kick some vampire derriere. Not make herself worse.