Alrighty guys, here is the next set of chapters. Thanks again to snn7b for reviewing and to everyone who's favorited and is following the story. So excited everytime I see those numbers go up! Hugs to all of you! Hope you enjoy the next chapters, I do want to put a small warning for this one, nothing to serious but there a bit more cursing in this one and it is a bit darker. You'll see as you read, but again, nothing completely horrible. Enjoy! ~Jade~

~Chapter 26~

Dean didn't have any idea where he was going as he walked away from the room. Then he remembered the bar across the street and figured he deserved a beer. He started to head in that direction when he heard the door behind him open and close, followed by the sound of someone running to catch up.

"Dean?"

"What is it Isabel?" he said gruffly, without even looking around.

"I came to see if you were ok."

Dean glanced at her over his shoulder, "Sure you weren't too busy trying to put my father in his place?"

Isabel stopped and Dean turned to look at her. They stood near the wall of the side of the building, just staring at each other. A low growl of thunder was heard in the distance.

"Dean, I'm sorry about what happened back there," she began, "But your Dad was being a jerk. To you, to Sam, and to me. I couldn't just stand there and take that. I wasn't raised like that."

"Yeah well I was. It was my battle, Isabel, my fight. Not yours."

Isabel sighed and rubbed her forehead, "I know, I know it was. But he ticked me off really bad with the shouting and I just lost it a bit."

"Well I had it under control."

"No you didn't. You were too busy testing the waters and not standing up for yourself," she said.

Rain started to fall as Dean frowned at her, "Who the hell are you to tell me what I was and wasn't doing?"

"I was right there, I saw what was happening Dean. You are battling with yourself to be the good son and be the independent man. And you haven't figured out how to be both yet, so you are testing the waters before getting wet and standing up for yourself to tell your father you are independent."

"And how would you know this Isabel? You went through the same thing too?" he asked raising his eyebrow, "Or you just guessing at that one?"

"Dean, quit being such a baby towards me. You are angry at yourself for not being able to stand up to him."

He walked over to her, "You think it's easy to watch you father slowly go into depression from the loss of your mom? You think I can just wipe those memories from my mind?"

Isabel stared up at him and shook her head, the rain start to grow heavier, "No Dean and I don't expect you too. I know your father is a good man with a good heart. But if you are ever going to get over those memories, you are going to have to start giving your Dad tough love and start standing up for yourself and what you believe in! It's the only way you are ever going to really help him!"

The rain pounded hard against them as they stared at each other. Suddenly, with a flash of lightning Dean had her pinned to the side of the wall. Isabel tried to push him away in a halfhearted attempt. She was drained physically and no match for Dean at the moment, who kept her still by pressing his body against her lightly. They looked into each other's eyes for a mere moment before he growled and claimed her lips.

It wasn't a sweet or a soft kiss. It was hard, it was demanding. Isabel never thought kissing was like this and when Dean tried to slip his tongue into her mouth, she started to struggle to get away from him. Dean however didn't have any intention of letting her go. He wanted her and had for a long time. It had taken all the strength he had not to have taken her the night before. Now however, now he could have her, somewhat anyways. He reached up, took a hold of her chin gently squeezing until she opened her mouth to him. But as soon as he swept his tongue inside she bite him. It was quick and made Dean pull away with a curse.

"Damn Isabel! What the hell was that for?"

She wiped her mouth looking down at the ground, shaking from being wet by the rain and the kiss.

"Well?"

"What the hell do you think you were doing kissing me without permission?" Isabel demanded, still shaking from the kiss and the reaction it had brought out of her.

"I was giving you something you obviously needed. Something to help loosen the screws in your…"

"Oh shut up Winchester."

Dean took her chin, forcing her to look at him, "You kissed me back. I think that qualifies as permission being given."

She stared into his eyes as he spoke, noticing the slight bit of annoyance in them.

"Yeah well its kinda hard not to kiss someone back the very first time you've been kissed." She mumbled.

"What?"

Isabel sighed, pushing Dean farther from her, "First time ever been kissed, Dean. Though, how you didn't realize that is beyond me. Oh wait, that's right, you don't listen when I talk, just stare at all my assets!"

He stood still watching her for a moment before asking, "You have never been kissed? At all? Not even a slight or quick peck on the lips?"

"Until today, I didn't know people thought kissing rudely was something fun." She shot at him, getting upset about what happened.

"Kissing rudely?" That one made Dean confused, "Been told my kisses could make a Nun sin, but uh… rude is a new one."

"Hard, then. Is that better for you, smartass? You know, forcing me to kiss you."

"I didn't force you."

"Yes you did. I didn't want to open my mouth."

Dean rolled his eyes, "Man, girl you have got to loosen up."

"I'll loosen up when I'm married. I'm not going to take any chances on having a baby in this kind of life style or the chance of getting any STDs." She gave him a quick look up and down, "Until then, I will stick with what I know."

"Oh so you think I have STDs? Or that I have kids all over the place or something?"

"I didn't say that." Isabel said a softer, suddenly regretting her outburst.

"No? Then I just sleep with a lot of women right?"

"Dean…"

"Oh no, it's okay, see cause I can see that answer in your eyes. So maybe I should accommodate you and go find the next woman to walk past."

Slowly Isabel pushed herself away from the wall, walked to his side and said softly, "Every town you go to, you usually have a one-night stand. Now while most might say that is something normal for a 26-year-old man, sowing all his wild oats, I don't buy it one bit. You know what else I don't buy Dean?"

"What?" He asked staring down at her.

"I don't like being threatened by a situation that got misunderstood, so I don't buy for one minute that you are going to accommodate me and find yourself another lover."

"Oh no?"

"No… even casual sex with strangers that normally numbs the pain in you is fading and now you are trying to find something else to numb it." Isabel took a cautious step up to him and whispers into his ear, "Face what you fear now or you could be in trouble in years to come."

"You don't know shit about what I fear." He growled, "And what do you mean about me finding another lover? You think that because of the kiss you're my lover?"

Isabel stepped back from him, stared at him for a moment before smacking him hard across the face. Dean hadn't expected that from her. His head went sideways from the impact. It stung, but he didn't move. Now, he will admit to having his fair share of slaps from women. Some were worth it, some weren't. But this one, this one was on a whole new level. Completely different because this one hit a nerve, Dean did in fact want her for a lover. So why then did he say what he had said to her? And was she upset with him because of what he said or because he had the nerve to even suggests her being a lover to him.

"No, I don't think that because of that worthless kiss that I'm your lover." Isabel spat out hurt and angry, "Like I said before, every town you go to you find another lover but I doubt that you will go and find one here."

Dean looked at her and cocked an eyebrow. He didn't know why but he was feeling double sided. He wanted to take her into his arms, carry her back to the hotel room and show her all the pleasure he could. At the same time, he wanted to hurt her, to see this angry in her. Maybe if she got it out perhaps then she wouldn't be so uptight about things like kissing.

"And why wouldn't I?"

"Because since you have met me, you have wanted no one but me," She said, "Oh yes Dean, I've seen it in your eyes. I know. And I'm telling you now, face to face, I cannot be with you Dean. Stop trying you will only get hurt. And stop trying to drown your fears by being with other women. Face your fears, speak them out loud, let others know and help you. Then and only then you might find some sort of peace."

Isabel watched his face as she finished speaking. She felt weak and angry suddenly; she wanted to cry and yell at him - for him, for herself. But she knew it was false hope right now. No matter how much she admired the older Winchester brother, she couldn't give into him. It would be nothing but sex, and Isabel wasn't going to part with her virtue just for him. It would hurt him instead of helping him.

"I'm going to the bar down the street. Tell Dad and Sammy I'll be back later." Dean said, his voice taking on a hard edge.

"Fine." Isabel said slightly sharp.

Dean turned and walked down the street, the rain still pouring. Isabel slowly walked back to their hotel room and went inside.

"Where's Dean?" John asked as soon as she walked in.

"He went to get a beer." She answered gruffly, "I'm going to take a shower."

John and Sam watched her take her pack before going into the bathroom and closing the door.

"What do you think happened?" Sam asked his father.

"I'm not for sure, Sam." John paused then looked at him, "But whatever it is, it ticked Isabel off."