A/N: Okay so it has technically been two months since I have updated this and for that I am sorry. I just haven't had any ideas come up for it, the muse wanted to write other stuff and not this one and finally it kicked into play today. Here is the new chapter. Might not be that good, but it something and don't worry I am going to be moving along with the plot in the next chapter. Hope you like! :)

I am bored, unsure of what to do besides sit here going through my parent's things along with my mom's bedroom. So far I had found a hidden compartment, well a few actually, some in the floorboards, the wall, one in the closet, even venturing to the bathroom down the hall I found some. Doubtful, very, that Bobby knows of my mom's carpentry and secrets.

Going down the stairs humming Walking on Air by Kerli, I cam to a stop in the kitchen, looking out the window above the sink and finding Dean finishing a touch up on the Impala before moving over to a gun resting nearby. Loaded, cleaned and ready.

'Target practice?' I thought, brows raised and eyes glued to him intently as he took the weapon in his hands and prepared top aim at one of the cans lined up on the fence---some on the stacked cars as well.

'Might be good for you,' his thoughts echoed.

Two years of down time…I think I can still shoot a gun.

'You think you can, doesn't mean that you know you can.'

I could see him smirk as he glanced at me from the corner of his eyes taking a shot without returning his sights to his intended direction of attention. What a showoff, trying to be all hot shot by shooting without looking…psh…showoff. Think he's so cool, well he isn't and I can prove that, I know I can it will be easy. Moving away from the sink and window, I went to the back door in the kitchen and exited to the outdoors where I jumped at the sound of the gun going off and the bullet embedding itself into a can right next to where I stood.

"Are you insane? You could've killed me!" I exclaimed, stalking towards him angry and with purpose.

"Whoa, how was I supposed to know you would come out at the exact moment I happened to fire there?"

Lies all lies, and I can definitely see that he is telling me one because of the mischievous glint within his green orbs. Jabbing an accusatory finger into his chest, glaring at the elder hunter hoping to---and without any sign of succeeding---wipe that expression off his face. He was enjoying this, me being all wired up around him. Dude! Get over yourself! "You wanted me to come out here, so here I am Dean. Give me the gun and I'll show you that I'm good."

"Promise?" Ew. Was he seriously just making a sexual reference to what I said? "Don't get your panties in a twist Sharae, besides I didn't want you to come out here, you decided to on your own accord. I simply helped influence that tiny slice of PMS within that all women have, where they want to show that because they are a female that they can do anything a male can."

"You mean do anything that a board with a stick and two balls can?" I smiled sardonically, snatching the weapon from his hand, going to aim at one of the cans lined up nearby and focused.

And of course when I barely get my shot good and ready, about to press the trigger, Dean had to come and rest his hands on my waist, pulling my back to his front and lightly running the tip of his index finger under the hem of my shirt. "Doing it all wrong Sharae…I mean you have it going for you, but do you really honestly believe that it will hit the intended target?"

A hint of fooling around was detectable within his words, making me grunt and shimmy backwards into him to push him off. Gaining a reaction out of the man and finding that I now had my personal bubble back in place I returned my eye to line it, pulled the trigger and just when I did…SLAP! Ricochet! Ting! Ting! Air release.

My hand flew to my ass, mouth wide open as I swiveled to face Dean who was more attentive suddenly to where the sound of air was coming from than me. Following his gaze I couldn't help but laugh at the sight of the Impala's front tire slowly leaking, the frame tilting to the ground of the salvage yard. "I guess payback comes in many shapes, sizes and deformities Pookie."

Dean's head snapped in my direction and I knew that it was time to run just by the tinge of dark green swimming in the orbs of the sandy-haired hunter. Making sure the safety was set on the gun, I dropped it and sprinted inside the house with Dean hot on my trail like Wiley Coyote and the Road Runner. Zooming past Bobby and Sam in the living room, researching through miscellaneous books and the laptop, I headed up the stairs and to my sweet haven. Oh…bedroom, the land I call my---.

"Oomph!" I sounded, making it through the door and turning around only to get tackled to the floor with Dean on top growling playfully.

'Pinned ya.'

"What are we fucking Nala and Simba?"

"Hmm…if we were I think maybe we'd skip Hakuna Matata and go straight to Can You Feel The Love Tonight?"

"Why Dean, I never took you for a romantic, when did you change your stripes?"

I giggled and smiled, not really expecting in that moment to be kissed though. Sighing, closing my eyes and wrapping my arms around his neck, my fingers playing in the small strands of his hair while his own brushed down and to the bottom of my shirt. We were so enthralled in our actions and attempts at removing all possible obstacles that by the time my alert kicked in, I was in my bra and panties and Dean in his jeans topless. How that was manageable to get me almost all the way naked and him to just down a shirt was beyond me. Too soon, too much, too fast, too---not right now! I'm not ready! With a sharp intake of air, I used my hands to lift his body off a few good inches, knowing that no matter what we both wanted to continue and seeing the lustful glaze in his eyes it was then I knew that I was doing the right thing.

"Sharae," he breathed, hearing just by my thoughts no doubt that I was backing away from this act.

"I can't. You have to understand that. I am not ready and I am not willing to have this last shard of humanity taken away from me when I am not even human to have it lost. Dean, you don't love me and we can kind of tell that Hell I don't love you. We have an attraction, an animalistic, natural pheromone attraction but that isn't enough for me to even have sex in the first place. Even if I were human at this very second, I would do the same thing I am doing now."

Removing myself from underneath him, I gathered the nearest item to cover up and slipped it on, noticing that it was huge and ended just past by ass to get by if someone were to roam in the hallway since the door was still open. Logical explanation, Dean's shirt thus found.

"You're really serious about this commitment to being a virgin."

"Yeah. I am Dean." It's the only thing I have left to hold onto that ties me back to whom I really am. Human and not a monster…not a vampire…soon I will find the cure and this will be over. As for sex with Dean or any man after that, I need to make sure that they aren't just shooting for a jump in the haystack with the presence of heat. "Sorry." Looking down and avoiding him, I walked hurriedly out, embarrassed, but virginity in tact. If Tori were here right now she'd say:

"My friend the cock blocker. Take pride in that Sharae, don't be like me."

Author End Note: Thanks for reading and please review.