Vrskaandrea: sorry the Kenny Rogers reference upset you. :( but I hope this chapter helps make it better, although we both know it really probably wont. As always, thank you sooo much for your reviews and support. xxxx

Blondie 20000: That is exactly how I was thinking and trying to write Dean/Dana by the end, as two distinct personalities. There are subtle differences depending on which mindframe Dean is in and Caleb probably is the one who spends more time with 'Dana' so he would be able to spot them, After all, he wouldn't want to flirt with Dean!

VegasGranny: This could go bad, very bad bit Caleb is as protective of Dean as Dean is of Sammy so he will ensure they all get out of this safely.

****WARNING- There are potential triggers in this chapter, hints of possible sexual assault. ****

CHAPTER 28

*This is another 'Dana' chapter.

Dana broke and sank a ball before missing a very generic shot.

"Don't want it to look too obvious." She whispered to Caleb as she walked past.

"So what else can I be taking home tonight?" Barry asked leaning into Dana's space.

"Well not your money, that's for sure." Dana gave him a smirk.

"We'll see." Barry replied before he moved to the table managing to sink only one ball.

Caleb stepped up and put down another two giving them a solid lead on the game. He watched Dana and Barry closely, not liking the aggressive way the other man was crowding his friend. Grant was too busy eyeing Dana to realise it was his go.

"Hey! Buddy! Your shot!" Caleb called.

Caleb was suddenly on alert, not liking this situation at all.

Grant managed to get two more balls down before Dana leaned on the other end of the table as Grant lined up his shot, giving him a clear view of her cleavage and Barry a nice one of her arse.

"Which pocket you going for there Grant?" She asked.

His shot sailed to the side.

Dana skipped up to the table managing two down before somehow snookering herself.

"Not doin' too well there Barry." Dana said. "Do you need someone to teach you how to manage your stick and balls?"

"You offering?" Barry replied slyly.

Dana just shrugged as she walked past him to stand near Caleb.

"What are you doing?" Caleb asked quietly.

"Just messing with them a bit." She answered.

Barry dropped two more balls bringing them closer. He walked up to Dana and wrapped an arm around her waist.

"How's that? Seems I can handle my balls just fine."

"Yeah, but you're not going to save your money."

"Well maybe you could make it up to me." Barry said.

•

Caleb decided he'd had enough of the game and the sideshow and cleared the table, pulling off some professional looking trick shots to do so.

"That's game." He said quickly grabbing his coat and snatching up the cash. "And we're leaving."

"Hey you hustled us!" Barry yelled.

"Well of course we did!" Dana said putting on her jacket as she walked up to the man. "But buy me a few beers and I'll see what I can arrange to make it up to you."

Caleb grabbed Dana by the arm and pulled her back towards him.

"What the hell are you doing Dean?" He hissed, low and angry.

"Deans gone! It's Dana now." Dana spat back quietly, yanking her arm from Caleb's grip. "Didn't you hear? The witch is dead and Deans not coming back! This is me now, get used to it!"

"This is not you! And you are about to do something you'll regret!"

"I don't care! I just don't want to have to deal with this anymore, just one night where I don't have to think about any of this!"

"And you think he's the way?" Caleb asked. "I'm not gonna let you do this."

"Really how you going to stop me?" Dana turned back to Barry.

"Listen bud. Just let the lady leave with me. I promise I'll return her in relatively good condition." Barry said with a predatory grin.

"No!" Caleb said pulling Dana back.

"You can't stop me!" Dana said angrily.

"Oh I think I can!" Caleb threatened.

"She doesn't want to go with you. Best you be on your way." Barry suggested.

"No can do. She's my responsibility and she's coming home with me."

"Fuck you Caleb! Since when have I been 'your responsibility'?" Dana turned on him.

"Your whole damn life!" Tired of this whole game Caleb swept Dana over his shoulder and began marching out of the bar.

"Put me the fuck down Caleb!" Dana yelled.

"Hey! You can't do that! Put her down!" Barry shouted. He made a move to follow. Caleb turned to face the man.

"Take one more step and I'll shoot you in the face." Caleb threatened, reaching into his coat with the hand not currently restraining a swearing and kicking Dana so he could pull out his pistol slightly.

Barry and his friends backed up slightly and Caleb dropped the gun back in his pocket and stormed out the door.

•

Caleb wove his way through the parking lot to his truck. Dana had gone quiet just outside the bar door but found her voice again when Caleb placed her on her feet next to his truck.

"I hate you." She snarled.

"I don't care Dean, you gonna try to do something reckless, I'm gonna stop you." Caleb said stepping in close.

"Don't call me that! Dean is gone!" Dana shoved Caleb and tried to step around him.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asked as he grabbed her arm, stopping her.

"Back in there to 'blow off some steam'! I'm guessing Barry will be more than happy to help." She tried to pull her arm away.

Caleb grabbed her and pushed her against the truck.

"I get that you're pissed and I get that you're probably scared but there is no way in Hell I'm letting go off with that asshat!"

"You don't get a say in what. I. Do!" Dana spat out through clenched teeth.

"The Hell I don't!" Caleb returned angrily.

Dana slapped Caleb's face.

"Don't do that again." He warned Dana.

So she did.

"Dean..."

This time she punched him in the jaw. Caleb firmly grabbed her face and pushed her against the truck.

"Stop it."

"Make me." Dana raised her eyebrows in challenge before launching herself at Caleb. She grabbed his shirt and pulled him forward, capturing his mouth with hers.

Caleb was a little slow catching up but as soon as his brain got there he was kissing her back, all teeth and tongue and fury. He felt Dana's hands on his belt and reached down and to stop her.

"Not here." He breathed. "Get in the truck."

He reached past and opened the door, pushing Dana towards it.

•

Caleb watched his friend as they drove down the deserted back road. When he though she'd calmed down a bit he turned down a small dirt track, stopped the truck and turned off the ignition. Caleb sat for a few moments, his eyes closed, and took a few deep breaths.

"Here?" He heard Dana ask.

He sent a silent prayer for forgiveness then turned his head and smiled.

"Here."

•

He slid across the seat and pressed Dana against the door, kissing her hard and aggressive, none of the usual tenderness or care present. He began undoing the buttons on her shirt. Kneeling over her and placed his hands on her hips as she placed one hand on his chest and the other in his hair. As he moved his way down to her neck he gripped her hips and pulled her down so she was lying flat on the seat. Putting his body weight onto Dana to keep her in place, he grabbed her wrists and pulled them over her head. Dana squirmed beneath him and tugged her arms, never being a fan of being restrained. He held both wrists in one hand then he moved the other down to her belt.

"Caleb?" She said, twisting her head away from him. "Caleb, let me go."
She pulled her arms again but remained trapped.
He finished with her belt and was working on her jeans when Dana really began to struggle. He tightened his grip and hoped there would be no bruises to explain in the morning.

"Caleb stop." She said, trying to pull her hands from Caleb's grip. "Let me go! Get off me!"

He pressed down with his body weight when she began to squirm. Outweighing her by over 30 pounds of pure muscle she was effectively pinned.

"Please Caleb. Let me go!"

She tried every defensive move she could think of but Caleb, having known her for decades, was able to anticipate and counter and in the tight confines of the truck she had no room to manoeuvre.

"Caleb! Get off me! Stop!"

Caleb relaxed his weight from Dana's body a bit.

"Thought this is what you wanted." He growled in her ear.

"Please, stop?" She whimpered.

Caleb released her and pushed himself up, sliding back behind the wheel, pressing himself tight against the door, the furtherest from Dana he could. He closed his eyes and let out a shuddering breath. He was so sickened at the thought of what he was doing that he didn't even allow himself to get hard.

•

Dean sat up slowly, rubbing her wrists. She looked over to where Caleb sat behind the wheel then began re-buttoning her shirt.

"No one but me would have stopped."

She looked over to Caleb. he was pressed against the door and staring down.

"What?"

"If it was anyone else, they wouldn't have stopped." Caleb looked over to her. "Barry wouldn't have stopped."

"Barry? I could have handled him."

"Yeah, you probably could, but what if some of his friends wanted to join the party? You could take one, maybe two of them but there were six men at that table and they were all looking at you like you were a shiny new play thing." Caleb said.

"Caleb, I..."

"Shut up! Do you realise the dangerous position you almost put yourself in? If you had've gone with that guy, Sam would have been identifying you in the morgue tomorrow!" Caleb shouted at her.

"You don't know that!" She snapped at him.

"I guarantee you his idea of 'reasonably good condition' and my idea of reasonably good condition' are two completely different things! Wise up Dean!"

"I just wanted a bit of fun! I don't need you turning it into a 'teachable moment'!" Dean shouted back before turning and looking out the window.

"Look I get it. You're pissed and looking for some hot, angry hate sex. Fine, we've all been there, but Jesus Dean! You are so much smarter than this!"

"Deans left the building." She said.

"No you haven't. This is just a...set back." Caleb said. "Trust in Bobby, trust in Sam, they're going to find an answer. They're going to fix this."

"Are they?" Dean turned back to face Caleb.

"Yeah they are, but until they do, you are still a fully functioning member of society. You're still a kick arse hunter and a top notch drinking buddy." Caleb said trying to ease some of the tension in the car.

"Why do you even care? I mean you never think twice about the chicks we pick up so why do you care who I go off with?"

"Because when you or me pick up chicks, I know those women are gonna be safe with us. That guy and his friends gave off bad vibes. He was no good."

Dean stared at him silently.

"I suppose we should head back to Bobby's." Caleb sighed.

He reached out to start the vehicle when he felt Dean touch his hand. He looked toward his friend and raised a eyebrow in question.

"Thank you for having my back."

"That's okay, just don't do anything as stupid as that again." Caleb replied.

"I can't promise that because I do a lot of stupid stuff."

"Dean." Caleb growled.

"Sorry." Caleb actually believed she meant it.