He was going to have her. Miss Mystic Falls would be screaming his name by the end of the week. He was Dean Fucking Winchester, and no woman could resist him for long [even though the pretty blonde singer had doubled the previous record]. He knew he was arrogant, but it was part of his charm. That cocky half grin was designed by Aphrodite herself to make the girls swoon. He was under no false impressions over what he could achieve just by his looks. Caroline Forbes was going to take a lot more than just a few smooth words and well executed smirks. Dean knew that he was becoming completely obsessed with the small framed girl, but it had been so long since he had been passionate about anything. Besides chopping something's head off that is. He wanted something real, something that couldn't be tainted by the hunting life even if it was just for a few moments.

He had other things that he should be doing, people to save, monsters to kill, absentee fathers to find. But all he thought about the moment he closed his eyes was how her body felt pressed against him, right before the little minx planted her knee in his stomach. She had fire inside her, fire he himself hadn't experienced in a really long time. For as long as he could remember his life had been an endless circle of crappy motels, blood, stitching himself up in gas station bathrooms, and listening to his father's every command. Sammy had gotten out, he had found himself a new life, a pretty girl, and learned to live without the hunt. Dean was different, he knew that, hell he even accepted that most days. He was born to hunt; it was programed into his DNA. But he craved for one thing, just one thing separate from it; someone who looked at him and didn't see an enemy, or a soldier. And he wanted Caroline Forbes to be that someone.

It had been about a week now, and every night he found himself trapped in his bar stool as her sultry voice slid over him. She was every dirty thought, every hopeless fantasy wrapped in a tiny blonde body. There were moments, during her songs, where she would look up and they would lock eyes. He would feel like electricity was shooting through his body, like every molecule in the room was standing still, and then everything would come rushing back the moment she looked away. Tonight was one of those nights, he was nursing a drink and looking at her on stage. Her hair was straight today, a difference from it's normal princess ringlets. He smirked a little at that, remembering how she had glared when he'd gently tugged on one the previous day, commenting on how she had stepped right out of a fairy tale. The dress she wore should have been illegal, and Dean was well aware that he wasn't the only one in the room appreciating her curves. He was fascinated by the way her face changed throughout the songs, the emotions that flickered over it. Most of the time, her face was simply annoyed or angry when he spoke to her, and it was nice to see it peaceful. He loved to watch her sing. He was quickly broken out of his Caroline coma when his phone started to ring. He yanked it forcefully out of his pocket, recognizing the number immediately.

"What's up?" His voice was sharp, annoyance clear in every syllable.

"That ain't no way to talk to people you're asking for favors, boy," Dean couldn't help but crack a grin at the tone of Bobby Singer's voice. There were very few people in this world that Dean genuinely cared about, and Bobby was one of them.

"Sorry Bobby, got a little distracted," his eyes flicked over to Caroline, who was climbing down from the stage. She had been stopped by a tall dark haired man and Dean instantly shot a death glare at the man's back. "Any news?"

"Someone spotted your Dad in Montana, he blew in and killed a nest of vamps before he took off again about a week ago," Dean audibly groaned, his father was making this very difficult for him. Especially when he had absolutely no desire to leave the small town that he was in.

"Any idea where he's headed next?"

"I've got a web of people looking out for him. If he shows up, I'll know,"

"Thanks Bobby. I'll keep in touch," They exchanged quick goodbyes before he clicked the phone shut. When he looked up he was immediately greeted by the sight of Caroline, [his Caroline]dancing very closely with the dark haired guy. He felt a low growl rumble in his throat, and tossed the rest of his drink down his throat. Dean stood up, strolling over and stopping next to the entwined couple. "May I cut in?"

"No," Caroline quickly responded, her beautiful green eyes narrowing into a glare. He raised an eye brow, before turning to lock eyes with the man she was with. Within moments, he had looked away and stepped back, motioning to Dean to go ahead. He grabbed the blonde before she could pull away. She fit easily into his arms, her eyes still narrowed up at him. "Let me go, Winchester,"

"Just one dance, I just wanted to save you from Pervy McPerve over there," He chuckled, amused to see the small smile grace her face.

"I can handle myself, thank you. I remember putting you into your place pretty well earlier this week," She brushed her knee against his teasingly, and he bit back the groan that was beginning to form in his throat. This girl was causing him to come completely undone.

"I remember," His voice was husky and rough, and he felt her breath hitch. He pulled her against him, rubbing his thumb gently against the back of her hand. She was looking up at him now, and he had to physically stop himself from dipping down and capturing her lips.

"Why are you so persistent, Winchester," Her voice was low, her tongue slipping out to lick the bottom of her lip.

"Because you drive me absolutely crazy, Princess," He smiled, reaching and pushing lock of her hair behind her ear. She was becoming completely wrapped up in him. The smell of him, the way his heart raced, the slow rumble of his voice. Before she knew it, her eyes were beginning to close and she was waiting for his lips to meet her own. Without warning, he was shoved into her and they both tumbled to the ground. He caught his weight on his hand, stopping himself from crushing her. The sound of glass breaking and hollering filled the bar.

"Are you okay," The intensity that filled his eyes when they locked with her made her shake. She nodded and he looked at her sternly, "Stay down," She was about to protest when he sprung up.

A fight had broken out about ten feet from them. It involved at least five guys, all throwing punches, kicks, and chairs. Dean moved into the fight, throwing people to the ground. He easily fell into it, dispatching he first guy as quickly as possible. He had to restrain himself, remember that they were just stupid drunk humans, not the monsters that he normally fought. He felt his head snap to the side as a fist collided with his face. He recovered quickly, and knocked the offender out. He lost count of how many punches he threw, and received. He looked up in time to see a man swing towards Caroline, who had stupidly got up and attempted to break apart one of the other fights. His yell froze in his throat, his only thought being murder at anyone who would dare to hurt her. He watched, as though the world was in slow motion, as Caroline moved swiftly out of the way. Her eyes were alight with fire as she stared at the man in front of her but before she could do anything Dean stepped in and hit him so hard he flew across the room.

"Didn't anyone ever tell you, you never raise a hand to a lady," he started to walk towards the already unconscious man and give him a few good kicks for good measure but was stopped by the small hand that rested on his arm.

"Just let it go, it's over," Caroline's soft voice urged him to take a moment, and his eyes scanned the room. All five men had been knocked out, and lay among broken beer bottles and overturned chairs. The rest of the bar had cleared out, leaving only the other cowering bartender behind the counter. She reached up, touching her hand to his cheek. Dean was surprised by the contact, even more so when her fingers came back bloody.

"Oh fuck," he muttered, swiping it with the back of his hand. His cheek immediately burst with pain. Caroline inhaled quickly, like she was surprised, and turned away. "I'm sorry, I'm sure it's gross,"

"No it's fine. I'll go get the first aid kit," She hurried away, not looking back at him. He looked after her, surprise written all over his face. Just an hour ago she couldn't stand the sight of him, now she was going to patch him up? This girl just continued to surprise him.

"You can come out now," He told the girl behind the counter, who peeked over it at his voice. The fear was still apparent on her face. "Why don't you go home, doll, I'll help close up," She nodded, grabbing her purse, and quickly leaving. When Caroline returned, Dean was dragging the last unconscious man outside and locking the door behind them.

"Where did Trixie go?" Caroline asked, and Dean took her in for a moment. She looked calmer, and her cheeks had a pleasant flush to them. Maybe it was that he was hit on the head a few times, but he couldn't help but think of how beautiful she was.

"Poor girl was having a panic attack so I sent her home," The blonde's eyes flicked to where the men had been laying. "Oh, I took the trash out, no worries," he grinned, and she smiled back.

"Sit down, Mr. Tough Guy," He listened, watching as she took out an alcohol pad and butterfly bandages. This was a big difference then using vodka to clean his wounds and dental floss to sew them back up. She worked meticulously, cleaning the blood from his face. He watched her, fascinated by how her eyes changed colors when she was so close.

"You shouldn't have gotten up," He muttered, scared if he spoke too loud it would break the moment. She looked at him, surprised.

"I'm not a weak little girl, Winchester. I can take care of myself," She rubbed the swab a little harder against his cheek, as if proving her point.

"Oh, trust me I know that. I just don't want to go to jail for murdering the guy who tried to hurt you is all," His honestly rang clear in his words, and she smiled slightly, closing the gash on his cheek with the butterfly bandages.

"You were pretty amazing out there," A blush had slowly spread across her cheeks as she began packing up the first aid kit. He reached out and grabbed her hand, his thumb running across the antique ring that sat on her middle finger.

"Just know how to take a punch," He replied nonchalantly, bringing her hand to his lips and gently brushing them over her smooth skin. A shiver ran down her spine.

"Thank you, for helping me with that guy," Her eyes sparkled, and he experienced the full benefit of having the smile that won her Miss Mystic Falls directed at him.

"It was my honor to fight for you, Princess," And he grinned back, squeezing her hand gently. Caroline Forbes was definitely going to be his.

A/N: Thank you to all my wonderful reviewers. I absolutely adore this ship. It's probably one of my top crossover pairings. Sorry about the delay in update, I had finals to finish up. Now it's summer so hopefully I'll be updating more often. Tell me what you think!