Disclaimer: sorry, i don't own anything from the CWs Supernatural

liz thanks for the reviews and Amanda thanks for the awesome cheering. Everyone else, thanks for being supportive of the new characters, don't worry, Derik really isn't as bad as he seems.

There was something wrong. She could tell before she even opened her eyes. She wasn't lying in the grass with birds chirping around her, and she certainly wasn't in her wolf shape. Flashes of the night before came and went through her mind. It was a mistake, she knew that…at least somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that. But she was selfish and just wanted to savor the moment of Sam's arms wrapped around her as though she were the most fragile and important thing in the world.

They hadn't solved anything, sure. Now she knew that…maybe he hadn't meant to hurt her. And maybe he didn't mean he wanted to leave her when he had said he wanted normal. But how could she really be sure? Sam had never been as open as he had been last night and she had a suspicion that it was only because he somehow felt threatened by Derik. Where that came from she would never know, Derik had nothing on Sam…and Derik knew that. It was just one of the reasons that their relationship had never lasted more than a two day marriage.

Slowly she tilted her head up to get a glimpse of him. He looked angelic when he slept…who was she kidding, he looked angelic when he was spitting nails. She pulled her weight off his arm and immediately stopped when he shifted. He purred in the back of his throat and slipped his arm out from under her.

She had to hold in her laughter. She had never before heard Sam purr. It was an amazing sound. He rolled onto his side, away from her and she took the moment to quickly get up off the bed. It creaked and she stopped and waited for Sam to move…he didn't.

She shuffled around silently for her clothes and slowly pulled them on as not to make so much noise. She stood at the bottom of the bed, watching him, debating on whether or not she wanted to wake him. They would fight, it was inevitable. She wished that he would just stay asleep and then they would never have to fight again and she could remember just that moment.

She peeled her eyes away from his sleeping form and moved towards the door.

"I thought that you were done running."

She didn't turn around, there was no need to, it wasn't like there was someone else in the room that would be talking to her with that much annoyance in his voice.

Sam had been awake for the past five minutes, since he had rolled away from her. Actually, he had been hoping that she would come back to him, and instead she had left. Again. He heard her get dressed, and he felt her standing there watching him. Apparently he didn't have telepathy because he was willing her with his mind to wake him, touch him, say something…anything.

The he heard her move…away from him and towards the door. To leave. Again. It pissed him off, but it annoyed him more that she didn't turn around and look at him when he confronted her.

She dropped her head, but still didn't turn around. "When did we decide I was done running?" She laughed. "I'm always gonna be running, Sam. It's the fastest way to get around."

"I'm not kidding around, Alison."

She raised her head and finally turned around, with a new mask on. "Aren't you? What do you think is going to happen? All our problems are going to be solved and we can live some happy normal life?"

"Who says I want that, Alison?" He was still lying on the bed, propped up on the headboard.

"You did."

"Maybe a long time ago I did, but not anymore."

She shook her head. "Sam, I don't think you will ever know what you want. Get dressed, will you, we need to be out of here soon."

Sam stood up and Alison watched him pull on his jeans from the night before. Loving the way that they slid up his legs, she looked away, getting more flashes of herself practically ripping them off only hours ago. "About tonight Alison, you're not going to work at that club."

His words were sharp and had a hint of menace in them, like he was actually thinking he could make her listen to him. "Excuse me?"

He snapped the button on his jeans and looked up. "You heard me."

She stood up straighter. "Yeah, and it sounded like you were actually trying to tell me what to do."

He shrugged and grabbed a white shirt from his bag. "Don't think of it as I am telling you, think of it more as a strong suggestion." He pulled the shirt over his head. "This is just the way it's going to be, whether or not Dean and I have to tie you up."

"You know it's funny, cause had you been able to prevent your male chauvinistic tactics I would have told you that I had already decided not to work at the club. But you couldn't just accept that maybe I was smart enough to make up my own mind."

"You're blowing things out of proportion, Alison. I know that you can take care of yourself, but I really don't need the distraction of you dancing around half naked."

"Cute, Sam, but aren't you giving me a little too much credit?"

He laughed viciously. "Don't kid yourself, Alison, Dean is the easiest guy I know and it wouldn't take much to get his head out of the hunt and into your legs."

The impact of his words shocked her. She had never heard Sam talk to anyone, not even his father whom he had extreme issues with, talk with such disgust as he just aimed at her. She could practically feel her face pale. Sam noticed and must have felt ashamed as he turned his head away from her. The shock was quickly replaced with more anger.

"You know, Dean's a dog sometimes, but he would never treat someone with such disrespect as you just gave to me…and him for that matter. But you win, Sam, I'll wait outside the club like a good little bitch and wait until you say attack." She turned to leave and he stopped her again.

"What happened last night isn't going to go away, Alison, no matter how far you run."

She turned back to face him. "Sex was never our problem, Sam. We'd tear each other's heads off and then we'd tear each other's clothes off. But a hot night of impulse sex isn't going to fix the bigger problem here."

"And what is the bigger problem?"

She raised her hands and then dropped them uselessly. "I thought I knew, but now I'm not so sure. Maybe you didn't mean what I thought you meant when you wanted to leave. But you have to understand that I'm not normal, and you only wanted that. You've become someone I don't even know anymore." She waited for him to say something…he didn't. She sighed and walked out the door.

She shut the door behind her and leaned on the hard wood with her eyes closed. When she opened them, she had to smile at the sight in front of her. Dean was in the driver's seat of the Impala…and he was sleeping. She pushed off the door and walked over to the car. She tapped on the window and he sat up. He rubbed his eyes groggily and smiled crookedly at her. "Have a good sleep?" She inquired.

He yawned. "Probably nowhere near as good as yours."

She didn't comment on that. "Listen, Sam's…doing whatever he does, I need to talk to Shamus once more before we head towards Denver. So I'll just meet you guys there, okay?"

Even though he was still seeing a haze in his vision, Dean could tell there was something bothering her. It was blatantly obvious. "Sure, but he won't be that long you could wait."

Alison smiled. "I think I need to stretch my legs, if you get me." Dean nodded, but didn't ask anything else. She walked around to the back of the car and he lost sight of her.

"Damn it." He quietly said as he opened the door. "Alison…" She wasn't there, the only thing that was left from where she was standing was the pile of her clothes. Dean scowled and leaned down to pick up her clothes, and then proceeded to throw them in the back of the Impala. He walked passed the car and opened the door to the room, Sam was busy throwing his stuff back into his bag. Dean raised his arms. "What the hell, dude?"

"Leave it alone, Dean." Sam replied without looking up from his tasks. The look on Sam's face kept him from pushing the subject. Without another word Dean began hauling the borrowed books out to the Impala. After the third time in and out of the room, Sam came out with his and Dean's bag. "Where's Alison?" He said from the doorway.

Dean pushed Sam forward and stepped out of the room, shutting the door. "She decided to meet us at Shamus'. Apparently there was something else that she needed to ask him."

"Great." Sam complained as he tossed their bags into the back. He saw the pile of clothes and practically snarled. Of course she would have to show up in front of the Leach naked.

He got in the passenger seat as Dean revved the engine in the Impala. He backed the car up and took off out of the parking lot. Dean allowed five minutes before he turned to look at Sam.

"I take it last night didn't do anything to settle the issues between you two?"

Sam huffed. "Yeah, right. If anything last night just made things worse."

"And this isn't going to affect the way this job goes down, right?"

Sam turned to look at his brother. He loved him, but sometimes he was the biggest pain in the ass. "Nothing affects the job, Dean. Besides, Alison isn't going to be working at the club."

"Oh really?" Dean hopped to god that he sounded sincere, because if Sam ever found out that he had talked to Alison about him he'd have to deal with moody Sam for the next eight weeks.

"Yeah." He shook his head. "I told her that she wasn't and you know what she said?"

"What?"

"She accused me of only wanting to use her as a guard dog." He stretched out his legs in the car and ran his hands over his face. "I don't why it always comes back to her being a god damn wolf. Why can't she just understand…"

"Have you tried just telling her?" Dean interrupted.

Sam glanced over with an annoyed look on his face. "Telling her what?"

Dean turned down the dirt road. "I don't know, Sam. That you don't care, that you're sick of fighting? That you still love her?" Dean hoped to god that Sam wouldn't turn the whole situation into some sappy chick flick moment.

"Who says that I ever loved her? So, we dated for a few months…it's not like it ever got that serious."

Dean laughed. "Yeah, right, of course not. Cause if it had you would have been a bigger pain in the ass than you usually are…oh wait…didn't that happen?"

Sam shook his head. "Okay, so maybe I fell for her. But that has absolutely nothing to do with the issues that are happening here and now. I mean after Jess…"

"It's been over two years, Sammy."

"Yeah." He turned and looked out the window for a few seconds, then looked back at his brother. "You know even if I did want something between us, and I'm not saying I do, there's no way in hell that she'll take me back."

Dean coughed and glanced at Sam with a knowing look. "Maybe you should talk to her before you rule it out." Sam shrugged without commitment as Dean pulled up into Shamus' yard. "What the hell?"

"Thanks, Shamus. I have no idea where I would have found something so perfect before tonight." Alison walked out of the small shack-like building and into the sunlight that was peering through the trees. No thanks to Derik she was now wearing some old clothes that she had found in one of the bedroom closets. Shamus walked out behind her.

"I'm sure you would have come up with something, Alison. You always manage."

She smiled brightly at the older man. "Aren't you just full of compliments this morning." She glanced over to where Derik was making his way over to them. "I wish I could say the same about your son." She looked back at Shamus with laughter in her eyes. "Can I take it that you spoke to him about yesterday's incident?"

Shamus didn't smile, but she could hear the amusement in his voice. "Derik learnt a very important lesson yesterday," He sighed. "One that I know he will forget at some point."

"At least you try." Which was more than she could say for her own family. The only thing that her father had ever taught her was that she could only depend on herself. And it was a cruel lesson that she had never forgotten.

Derik made it over to them. "You ready nature girl?"

Alison pinned him with a look. "Like I need you to show me the way out of here. The only thing you are good for is landscaping."

"Mean, Love, very mean." He said holding his hands overtop of his heart, then he smiled wickedly. "Especially for someone who got lucky last night." Alison had been naked in front of countless people, but there was just something about Derik bringing up her sex life with Sam that was entirely too private. Her face heated, not to mention that Shamus was a father figure to her and she really didn't want him knowing when she got lucky.

Derik grinned at her heated face. "Come on, Love. You didn't really think that I wouldn't notice the change? There is just something different about…" He didn't get out the rest.

Alison decided that Sam's ways of solving problems with pests was very calming and satisfying. And so was the snapping of her fist hitting his face. Derik was not a violent person by nature, he much preferred to hassle people with taunting words…it was a talent that he excelled at.

He rubbed his jaw. "Easy there, Love, I haven't even gotten to the good parts." Alison looked over her shoulder as she heard the faint click of a door. Shamus had left them, but then again it wouldn't be the first time that they had gotten into a fight. She looked back at Derik.

"You're such an ass."

"Is that the best you can come up with? I must say that I was expecting a little more heat and smarter words. But then again, I guess you did get your brains banged out last night, am I right?"

She smiled coyly. "You're just jealous because you never got to bang my brains out."

He tilted his head. "Well, I can't really blame you, after all I'm not quite as tainted and broken as you like your men to be. That's why we never worked out. Sammy boy…he's pretty fucked up."

"You don't even know him."

"Well I hear things. Sammy has a nasty habit of killing his women, isn't that right?"

Alison's eyes flashed, and Derik knew that he had overstepped. It wasn't like he meant to piss her off, but it came by him so easily. He heard the low growl from her throat and he smiled hesitantly…then took off running.

"Shit!" Sam was out of the impala the second he saw what Dean was watching. Alison had Derik pinned to the ground in her wolf form and her teeth were dangerously close to his throat. He ran to her. He made it three meters from her before she snarled at him, he stopped immediately and held up his hands. "Alison." He crooned. Her ears twitched at his creamy, soothing voice.

Dean laughed from behind him. "Dude, whistle at her." He whispered. Sam threw a glare over his shoulder at his brother.

"Alison." Whistling was definitely out of the question. She was obviously pissed off for some reason, and he would rather keep those sharp teeth on the Leach than have them on him. He remembered that he used to hum songs to her when she was in her wolf form and it helped to calm her when she had an involuntary change. With her heightened hearing she could hear it as though he was right next to her ear. He began humming whatever song Dean had playing in the car before they had jumped out.

Alison pulled her head back from Derik's neck, but remained on top of him keeping him pinned to the ground. Her ears flicked back and forth. Finally she looked at Sam and cocked her head to the side, trying to figure him out. She would think that he wouldn't care what happened to Derik either way, but here he was coaxing her out of a bad mood by humming Triumph. She hopped off Derik and trotted over to the Impala to change behind it, she reached into the car and grabbed the clothes that Dean had thrown in earlier.

She stepped back around and didn't look at anyone. "Did you bring back Shamus' books?"

"No, we left them at the motel." Dean watched her with mild interest. "Of course we brought them."

"Good. Let's get them into the house so that we can leave for Denver." She began packing the books into the house, and with a slight hesitation from all three, they each grabbed a stack and had the books unloaded in one move.

Alison exited the house and swore. "I'll be right back." She yelled over her shoulder as she jogged back into the forest.

"Hurry the hell up, Alison" Dean yelled after her. When Dean turned back around, Derik was rubbing his neck and watching Alison walk away with a pained look on his face.

Sam started laughing. "Man, you must have really done something to piss her off. I've done some pretty hard things to her and she has never tried to actually rip my throat out."

"She's threatened of course." Dean added with a smile as he leaned on the Impala.

Without taking his eyes from where Alison's form meshed with the trees Derik replied. "Maybe it's because she just doesn't care enough to try." He was lying through his teeth of course. Derik knew that the only reason that she had gone wolf on him was because he had thrown those words about Sammy in her face. If anything, the Winchesters had just never done anything to anyone that she cared about. And Derik knew without even having to peer into her that she loved them, Sam of course on a different level then Dean. And it bothered him.

Sam stood up straighter after hearing that comment. "I've…We've" He corrected himself. "We've known her for a lot longer than you have. Maybe it's just that she doesn't like you."

"Please, she's always been a bitch." Derik glanced over at Sam to catch his reaction. He wasn't disappointed. Sam's eyes narrowed. Derik grinned, loving the way that he pulled information out of people. Alison was by far the easiest person that he knew that he could take information from without actually trying. Sam was beginning to compete for that title. He turned fully to face Sam. "Like some wild dog in heat." He knew that last comment was a little too vicious, but there was just something about Sam that put him on edge.

It wasn't that Alison loved Sam and not him. No, he figured out long ago that Alison would never love him and had accepted it. Sam was a mystery, and Derik didn't like mysteries. He could feel the energy from Sam, and knew that he was confused. Confused about his feelings towards his life, and more importantly his feelings towards Alison. It was the latter that bothered Derik. Derik knew that Alison still loved Sam, and that there would be no other person in her life. And if Alison wasn't happy then he wasn't happy…and he liked to be happy.

Sam took a calming breath and rocked back on his heels. "Ya, she said that you only wanted her around for a guard dog…I thought that was a little extreme at the time, but you just proved her point."

Dean watched this with a smirk on his face. Sure the guy was saying some things that Dean would rather have not heard, especially since he was beginning to see Alison as a sister again. But he could tell what the guy was doing, and if Sam didn't have his head so far up his ass, he would too. Dean was a master at baiting people, and he could tell that Derik was a god at it.

Derik sighed and felt slightly ashamed, a feeling that he had only felt a half a dozen times in his lifetime. "Alison is just in one of her moods, she'll be back to normal in no time. I suppose some of the things that I may have said earlier might have upset her, and I guess that I had the whole throat ripping coming. No worries, she'll be back."

As though he had known she was there, Alison came walking back, slowly picking her way through the trees. Dean glared at her as she moved closer. "This is why we don't travel with chicks. They slow us down."

Alison raised her brows at his tone as she walked closer. As she was moving past him she smacked her hand against his chest and he raised his hand to take was she was holding against him. He held it up and gave her his trademark smile. "Quartz." He said to no one in particular.

Sam grinned. "Of course. Where else would we have found it on the way to Denver. I can't believe Shamus had one."

Derik looked hesitantly at Alison. "Shamus has everything. Make sure that you remember that if you ever need anything."

There was a subtle warning going off in Alison's head at the words that came out of Derik's mouth. He knew something.

Derik pulled Sam's arm and tugged him away from Alison and Dean as they joked with each other. Sam pulled his arm away. "What?"

Derik sighed, regretting his earlier behavior. "I know that we haven't really gotten along, and you may not like me, but you have to know that if anything happens to Alison I need you to bring her back here."

"What are you talking about?" He glanced over at Alison.

"Don't look at her." Derik whispered harshly, too late because she already noticed them.

"Hey, come on, Sam. Dean's being a whiny little girl."

"Sam, you have to trust me on this. Alison needs to be brought back here if anything should happen."

"Sam!" Alison yelled.

Sam gave one last inquisitive look at Derik before he turned and headed for the car.

so, truthfully, this chapter stumped me. it took me waayy longer to write then i care to admit, but i think that it went the way that it should have. Tell me, what is it about Derik? Any guesses?