Author's Note: Okay, so here's the next chapter as promised. I'm writing up notes for the next one so I'll be more inclined to write it faster. Lol. I'm lazy. But busy. Lol . Anywho, the last chappie I found was a bit…mmm…boring. Had to written because it explains a lot but here's one I enjoyed writing. As always hope you guys like it and please review at the end. Next update hopefully will be up by Sunday.

Disclaimer: I don't own our boys or supernatural. Damn!

Chapter 11:

She'll take a tumble on you
Roll you like you were dice
Until you come up blue
She's got Bette Davis eyes

She'll expose you
When she snows you
Off your feet with the crumbs she throws you
She's ferocious
and she knows just what it takes
to make a pro blush
All the boys think she's a spy
She's got Bette Davis eyes

Bette Davis Eyes: Kim Carnes

A car drove quietly down the deserted suburban street. The headlights caught with the closed lilac colored blinds. Easing across the far wall of the living room and making its way onto the ceiling, I watched as the shadows and bits of pale yellow danced across the room. The heavy blanket and pile of sheets that had kept me warm forty minutes earlier now lay discarded on the carpet next to the old couch. I had one leg propped up on the very top back of the couch, while the other dangled off the side, inches above the floor next to my right arm. The cold had slowly faded away and was now replaced with an endless feeling of heat and discomfort. The air was thick and humid. The stale taste of sage, cinnamon and other such herbs and spices, lingered in the house, but not in that comforting Martha Stewart way.

With the little strength I had left, I raised my dangling arm and tossed it across my face, hoping the gesture would send me to sleep. After nearly drowning, being flung across all universes and telling the Winchester's who I really was, all I wanted was sleep. I just wanted to drop into unconsciousness and then stay there until all these problems had vanished. Yet there I was, lying awake, the witching hour long past and with no sign of falling asleep appearing in the near future.

The house lights were off. Missouri as I assumed had gone to bed after I'd left her alone in the study. Where Dean and Sam were I wasn't sure. After they'd walked out on me I hadn't bothered to look for them and they obviously hadn't bothered to come find me. Things were quiet, but an unsettling quiet. As I lay awake, staring at the ceiling, trying to force away the rivulets of sweat inching their way down my cheeks, I wondered if things could go back to the way they were. Like hours ago, when Dean seemed to be finally warming up to me and the only problems we had to face were a spooky cemetery and figuring out who was the most formidable opponent when wit was involved.

After another minute of restless turning and endless grunts of discomfort I finally decided to raid the fridge. Normally if I were staying at someone's house I'd ask for everything. A glass of water, where the bathroom was, can I use your telephone kinda junk. I figured with all that was going on Missouri wouldn't mind if I had a quick snack. Besides, I had barely touched my supper at the restaurant and it wasn't normal for me to go without a meal and now my stomach was revolting.

Creeping through the living room, I tiptoed my way into the kitchen. A pool of ashen light flooded through the window above the sink. I eyed hidden corners and darkened spaces wearily but continued my quest towards the glowing ceramic box. It hummed with electricity and the prospect of what lay within thrilled me. I glanced towards the jar of homemade cookies but remembered the warning Missouri had given me and thought twice about reaching in and stealing some of the baked goods.

Tugging lightly on the handle, the fridge door eased open, casting my tense form in an explosion of sodium light. I peered into the cave of food and scanned the shelves. Microwaveable containers took up most of the space, filled to the rims with dark green vegetables I'd never seen and old meat. I picked up one and cracked the plastic lid. The smell made my stomach churn and I nearly dropped the putrid leftovers on the floor. Placing it back into its rightful place, I nearly reached for the half empty jar of pickles but then realized I didn't want the long lasting taste of dill in my mouth. The rest of the fridge had the usual, close to expired milk, butter, eggs, an array of condiments and a few other odds and ends, nothing that would satisfy the gaping pit in my stomach. With a sigh I closed the fridge and just for the heck of it opened the freezer. No light came out this time and I had to depend on the help of the midnight sun that cast its glow into the kitchen. Squinting through the dark, icy box, I let my hands roam around the freezer. I fingered a few TV dinners, a cold turkey, or maybe it was a chicken. I went deeper and felt a tray of ice cubes and even further came across two cylinder shaped objects. My heart skipped a beat. I grabbed the first one my fingers brushed against and tugged it out. I knew what it was before I even read the label.

Satisfied, I closed the freezer and made my way towards the sink where I could get a better look at what I held in my hands. Just as I suspected, I'd managed to find Missouri's hidden stash of ice cream. I knew that woman had a sweet tooth. It was mint chocolate chip, not really my all time favorite, but still up there with cookie dough and chunky monkey. Viciously I pulled off the lid, telling myself I wouldn't get carried away and eat her whole tub. I was going to forgo the bowl for the moment-something I did quite often at my apartment- and instead rummaged through the drawers until I came across a spoon and then just began digging in. Propped against the counter, I sighed with pleasure as the soft dessert melted on my tongue. For a few minutes I just ate away at the ice cream, listening to the euphoric sound of crickets and highway travelers. The peace was a good change of pace.

The stairs creaked. Of course something would have to ruin the moment. I halted my eating, the spoon dangling from my mouth, ice cream sitting thick on my tongue. I listened and waited until a lean shadow, hunched forward, feet dragging recklessly along the floor crossed the house and stepped out the front door. A moment later the sound of heavy metal riffs shattered my tranquility. I swallowed what was in my mouth and dropped the spoon into the sink.

"Damn him" I mumbled as I put the lid back on the ice cream and hid it back in the freezer. Moving through the kitchen in a rush, I forgot a sweater and could care less to put on any shoes. I stepped towards the living room window, took a quick glance at what waited outside and then headed towards the front door. "Why does he have to be such a hardass?"

The door closed behind me with a bang that I was sure would have woken up the rest of the people in the house but I didn't care anymore. Hands on my hips, I walked barefoot across the gravel drive towards the slick muscle car. A dark shadow, head titled backwards, was sitting somberly in the drivers seat. I would recognize that shadow anywhere. I walked up along the passenger side. Dean had yet to notice me. I knocked impatiently on the window and watched a bit amused as the trained hunter jolted forward in alarm. He turned towards the window, stared at me a moment before he stretched forward and rolled the window down. I rolled my eyes. Typical man.

I leaned in towards him, arms on the opened window. Metallica was screaming something about sleeping with one eye open and I cringed as their voices seemed to grow louder with each passing second.

"Mind turning that down?"

Dean cocked his head and smirked a not at all friendly smile that seemed to beg the question 'are you for real.' I did my best to shake off his attitude, trying desperately to convince myself that he was the one overreacting and I wasn't the one at fault.

"My car, my rules."

"God, you're such a child."

He shook his head. "Is that what you came out here to tell me? Because if that's all, then I'd like to get back to more important things."

He reached forwards to roll the window back up but I slapped his hand away and with brute force yanked the door open, climbing in next to him.

"No, I'm not done yet."

He groaned and sat back in his seat. I reached forward and turned the music down. Dean glared at my defiance and turned the volume back up. I went to lower it once again when his hand shot out and grabbed my wrist in a vice grip.

"Leave it" he grounded out.

"Take your hand off me Winchester."

We held each other in a deadly stare off. Neither one of us wanted to back down but eventually his fingers loosened and I eased away from the tape deck. I still glanced towards it, debating whether or not to just rip it right out of the car and toss it to the curb, but the look in Dean's eyes told me that the action wouldn't come without repercussions.

"Well, now that you've ruined my evening twice in one night I guess your job is done."

"Excuse me? I ruined your night how?"

Dean released a forced laugh. "Don't give me that. Don't you defend yourself and act all innocent. You know what you did."

He folded his arms across his chest and kicked at the floor. I had to hold myself back because if I didn't I would have beat him over the head with any nearby blunt objects. Maybe I would take out the tape deck, that had a few corners on it that I'm sure would hurt upon impact with his thick skull.

"You're unbelievable you know that? I didn't ask for any of this. You hassle me at the rest stop, demanding to know what's going on. Telling me you can't trust me. Thinking that I'm probably some sort of deranged demon like Meg and then…and then I tell you the truth and you freak out."

"You lied to us. We trusted you and you lied to us. I thought you were a hunter. You could have gotten yourself killed tonight. Hell, you could have gotten Sam or I killed."

"I lied because I had to. If I'd of told you from the start you would have thought I was some lunatic and left my ass at the state line. And what trust have you ever put into me? Sam was the only one who trusted me. You…you never liked me. Not from the very start and obviously not now. Not once did you try to befriend me."

"I trusted you. I was nice to you…"

"No you weren't."

"What about the bar. I took you out, had a good time.."

"You had a good time. I was just a single white female and you were a man on a mission. That's all you cared about and as soon as you realized that there was something better at that bar, you dropped me and went after it. Yeah, real sensitive, hunter man."

I tried my best to keep the hurt out of my voice, but the more I spilled about how I was truly feeling, the harder it became. Rage coursed through my veins and my hands shook with the steady flow of it. I held back the tears and looked at Dean.

"You and Sam, you act as though I hurt you guys in some way. I never meant to keep things from you, never. But what was I supposed to do? Say, hey, I kinda pulled a Dorothy moment and I need to get out of Oz? It doesn't work like that Dean. I did what needed to be done to help myself."

"We could have helped you."

"Dean, get real. You would have taken one look at the car crash victim, thought concussion and dropped me off at the nearest hospital." I took a deep breath and rubbed my trembling hands along one another. "I just…I'm sorry, okay? I didn't want this. I should be at home, worrying about bills, not here with the two of you, thinking about demons and alternate realities and…"

"Leah, clam down. Just take a deep breath."

"I'm sorry" it was barely even a whisper. He nodded.

"I know. It's over now. Look, we'll figure this out. We've got Sammy the genius in there and we can't forget about Missouri…"

"Missouri doesn't know what to do Dean."

Dean's eyes darkened. "So, we'll ask around. Find someone who does."

"Excuse me for not jumping up with optimism but I doubt you'll find anyone."

Dean shrugged and stared out into the street. "I'll find someone."

I smirked "You seem pretty certain of yourself."

"That's because I am."

The hunter's voice sent shivers down my back. I could feel his hazel eyes upon me, the gold flecks highlighted by the moon, sparkling with reckless endangerment, with that sarcastic wit, with all the hidden fears and emotions that came together to form Dean Winchester. For once I admired him openly. The freckles that ran along his nose, the moist lips that sat slightly parted at the moment. His hair was mussed and leaned towards the left but it only added to his charm. I imagined myself tracing the line of stubble along his face, pressing my own cheek against his and feeling the harsh warmth of his facial hair as it rubbed against my skin.

Unconsciously I ran my hands through my hair, brushing the still dampened locks behind my ears. I went to comb them through once more when Dean reached up and took hold of my arm. We locked eyes. He didn't say anything and neither did I. His eyes had softened and a light smile appeared on his tired face. Slowly, he brought my hand towards the back of his head, pulling the rest of my body towards his own. Easing forward, I followed his movements and shifted my other hand towards his cheek. I brushed the stubble and fingered his jaw line. There were scars hidden beneath the shadow but too small to be noticeable.

"Dean."

My voice was thick with anticipation but laced with uncertainty. Our faces were mere inches apart. I could smell the shampoo from his hair and found it only increased my passion for him. The hand that stayed behind his head wandered impatiently through his short hair. Dean smirked and shushed me, hot breath rolling across my lips. I could feel the tingle as it brushed against them. His hands crept along my body. The first found its way along my back, starting at the bottom and slowly inching its way upwards. The second came out of nowhere. I was immersed in the moment, the hot breath that sent shivers through my body, the playing of Metallic, the dark, empty suburban streets. It sure wasn't anything out of a Harlequin romance novel but damnit, if it wasn't better. He cupped his free hand around the back of my head. There was a quiet moment where we let our hands wander along one another, expressing words we didn't dare say out loud and then together we filled the inches of space between our lips.