"Dana, I… when? What?" Words were impossible to form. Her eyes were white. She looked… blind.
"It usually only lasts a couple of hours," Dana reassured him. Her hand reached up for his face. Dean led her hand to his face. She felt his warm cheeks and his soft lips that formed a frown.
"Don't be sad, Dean," Dana said. Dean looked down at the floor.
"Look at me." Dana whispered. Dean looked up and saw the white in her eyes slowly disappear and become green again.
"When did this happen?" Dean demanded. "Who did this to you? I'll kill them! I swear!" Dana's hand pulled away. Dean looked at her seriously for the first time in a long time.
"Dean, it's okay." Dana tried to reassure him again.
"Just tell me…" Dean tried. Dana kissed him softly on the lips.
"I'll tell you later. For right now, I need you to help me drag Travis to a safe spot to tie him up until the sun comes up." Dana told him. She looked behind him and smile.
"Hi." Sam said, not knowing what else to say.
"Hey, Sam, I'm Dana. I'm a friend of Dean's." Dana introduced.
"Uh… hey," Sam said a little confused as he stared at the werewolf just inches from his brother and Dana.
"So help me? And then we can get caught up okay?" Dana said. Sam and Dean nodded and helped her get her brother to his cage in a cave a few yards back.
2 hours later…
"So…how you been, Dana?" Dean asked once they had gotten Dana's brother in his secured cage.
"Honestly? Not too bad." Dana said, though she knew Dean knew she was lying.
"Really? That's good." Dean said.
"How about you, Dean? How have you and Sam been with the monster business?" She chuckled a little at this odd question.
Sam looked at Dean. "She knows, Sam. It's okay."
"Dad know?" Sam couldn't help but ask.
"Yeah, he knows." Dean said. He saw Dana was looking for an answer.
"How's the hunting?" Dana tried to rephrase.
"Not bad." Dean said.
"Uh, Dean, I can see you two have a lot to catch up on. I'm just gonna go back to the hotel." Sam said.
"Don't leave," Dana and Dean said at the same time.
"Yeah, I'm going." Sam could see that Dean obviously wanted to, at the same time didn't, be alone with this mysterious fact filled girl.
"Okay, well," Dean started to get up.
"Are you really that afraid to be alone with me?" Dana asked.
Dean laughed. The question wasn't a first.
"No." Dean said. He sat back down.
"Déjà vu," Dana said, reading his mind.
"Yeah, déjà vu," Dean repeated.
Flashback:5 years ago…
"Dana, I think I should go," Dean said.
(Dean and Dana had just had coffee. He was stuck alone with her in her kitchen. They had almost kissed four times in the last 36 hours.)
Dana got up and looked Dean straight in the eyes.
"Are you really that afraid to be alone with me?" Dana asked.
"No." Dean said. Then… they finally kissed.
(Back to reality)
"So, Dean, how are you?" Dana asked, paused, then added, "And be honest."
"You don't want to hear honesty, Dana." Dean said.
"Why?" Dana asked. "Are you afraid something is gonna happen?" She knew what he was thinking…. She KNEW him.
"Well, you know me, Dana, I'm not good saying what's on my mind." Dean said.
"Yeah, I knew you." Dana replied. She got up and got the coffee cups on the table.
"You still do. You know that and I know that." Dean said.
"Here we go again," Dana muttered. Dean followed Dana into the kitchen. Memories of them their first kiss hit him.
Dana turned around from the kitchen sink and was now facing him the same way as they did years ago. Dean looked into her green speckled eyes.
"I never realized that you had speckles of blue in your eyes." Dean said.
"What?" Dana breathed as his lips came closer to her's.
"There's tiny specks of blue in your green eyes." Dean repeated. He wanted to kiss her so bad.
"Dean," Dana breathed as Dean brushed her hair away from her eyes.
"Dana, I've missed you." Dean confessed.
"God, Dean," Dana said, turning away.
"Dana," Dean tried to touch her again but she looked away.
"Dean, maybe you should go." Dana said. Dean didn't move. Her hands lifted and wanted to push him away, but instead pulled him closer as their lips touched. The kiss felt just like it did all those years ago.
Dean's hands rested on her hips. Dana rested her hands cupped his jaw.
"Dean, we shouldn't do this." Dana gasped as he started kissing her neck.
"You've never smelt so sweet," Dean said, ignoring her plea.
"Dean?" Dana said, stopping him. Dean looked in her eyes.
"What's wrong?" Dean asked.
"I don't want to do anything we'll regret." Dana said firmly.
"I've never regretted and never will regret being with you. EVER." Dean said.
"If we do this, if we have sex, I don't want anything to change. We're still just friends." Dana said.
"What if I want more?" Dean said.