He was moving over her, lips and hands skimming every available piece of flesh. He was murmuring softly between kisses, telling her how beautiful she was, how badly he wanted her. She was caught in an endless wave of moans and breath that came way too fast. All she could smell was him, that raw scent she had come to associate as being purely him. She ran her hands through his hair, pulling his dark head away from where he was worshiping her bare chest, and yanked his lips towards her own. They were constantly battling, trying to get the upper-hand and make the other one writhe underneath them with need. She'd never been so challenged, so desired, so passionate. She felt like she was going to explode with need.

She woke with a start, her blonde hair damp with sweat and her body still vibrating. It took her several moments to become truly awake, and her eyes darted frantically around her room to make sure that she was in fact alone. She hadn't had a dream so vivid since she had first been changed. Caroline was sure that if her heart still beat, it would beat right through her chest. She glanced around her spacious apartment, before falling back on her pillow and sighing heavily. She didn't think she would ever fall for the hero saving her thing again since her days in Mystic Falls. Yet, here she was, lusting after Dean Winchester and making way too much trouble for herself. Ten minutes later, she pulled herself from bed. A quick check of her clock and she saw that she still had a couple hours before she had to be at the bar. The apartment looked like any other, besides the fact that it was actually the home of a vampire and not an average girl. There were still a few clothes littered on the floor, magazines on the coffee table, and nail polish on the counter. The only noticeable difference would be if someone were to open her refrigerator and see the stash of blood she had hidden behind her yogurts. She didn't own many possessions, at least not stuff that couldn't be hastily packed or left behind without being missed. She had spent so many years bouncing from one place to another that she never really let herself truly settle in. She figured she could get another three years tops out of Banbridge. A small voice in the back of her head told her it might be a lot shorter than that if she kept at this cat and mouse game with Dean. And a slightly louder voice reminded her that it might be totally worth it.

A couple hours she found herself sitting at the bar, anxiously looking around for the tall dark haired man who was plaguing her dreams. Normally he came in a few minutes after her shift started, and he was always there before her first set. But her first set came and went, and then the second. By ten, she was obviously pouting at the bar, knocking back a shot of vodka. A few men had attempted to talk to her, to pull her out on the dance floor, and hopefully take the pretty blonde singer home for the night. She brushed all the advances off, instead trying to figure out exactly why she was so upset that he hadn't shown up. What could she expect? Did she seriously think that he would continue to come around after she had rejected him so many times? Did she really care that he was gone? This was what she had wanted. A way to continue her mundane calm life in Banbridge without having to complicate it with a love affair. But her stomach continued to sink and she found herself intensely disappointed that he wasn't there to continue their playful banter. Trixie kept giving pointed looks towards her and then the door, and not for the first time, Caroline fantasied jumping across the bar and ripping her throat out. She was obviously disturbed. Five hours later, she made her way home, feeling slightly empty inside.

The dreams continued, but for two weeks there was no sign of Dean. After the third night, she gave up on hoping that he would show up. He had obviously left town, which she suspected he had always planned to do. It wasn't like he was going to move there just for her; some girl in the bar with a good voice and a tendency to push him around. She had finally begun to accept that it was probably a good thing that he left when suddenly, one Friday night, he strolled into the bar. Her breath caught in her throat, seeing the way his leather jacket stretched across his shoulders, and that damned smirk that she had come to both love and hate at the same time. He sauntered right up, sitting down next to her, and smiled.

"Hey Princess," His voice was just as rough in that moment than it had been in her dreams every night. It took sent shivers down her body to think about him saying all of the dirty things that Dream-Dean whispered into her ears each night.

"I thought you left town," She stated nonchalantly, motioning to Trixie to refill her cup.

"I did. Had some business to take care of. Did you think I wasn't coming back?" He raised an eyebrow at her, leaning in a little closer. She felt herself being consumed by that intoxicating smell again. "I wouldn't do that,"

"I don't know what you would do. I don't really know you," Caroline reminded him.

"How about you get to know me a little after work?" His tone was highly suggestive, and Caroline felt her blood run hot. What she wouldn't give to spend the night wrapped in those strong arms. To feel what he was really like, to hear him moan her name the way she'd been fantasizing about. She shook her head quickly, trying to shake the lustful fog that had just fallen over her. He chucked slightly, tweaking one of the curls that was still swinging from the motion. "How about breakfast than?"

"Breakfast," She repeated, wondering how he thought that sounded less suggestive.

"Breakfast, without all of the fun exercise beforehand of course. I doubt Miss Mystic Falls is the type of girl to do that on a first date,"

"Date, huh?"

"How about we call it a breakfast between new friends,"

"New friends who want to rip each other's clothes off," Caroline thought, but instead responded that she would like that, and confirmed plans to meet the following morning.

Throughout her next set, all Caroline felt were his eyes on her. And not for the first time in the past couple weeks did she think how she had kind of missed Dean Winchester. Kind of.

Authors Note: Sorry for the long space in between updates, loves. I've been spending a lot of time on my original work. However, I love all my readers and reviewers. A special thank you to all of the people who put this story on their alert and favorites lists. Reviews make me a very happier writer =]