Dean takes the key from me, and enters first, his eyes seem to make a quick sweep of the room. Who is this guy?

"Are you a cop?" Boy am I subtle.

Dean laughs at this and throws the to go bags on the small table.

"Nope.. Why?"

"That's a shame.. I've always had a thing for a man in uniform.." Thank God my wits are back..

"Really? Betcha I could come up with something for you.." He does that sexy lick/ bite thing again.. Does he do it on purpose? Cause now I have forgotten my train of thought and can only think about his mouth again.

Either it's subconscious or he decides to take pity on me, Dean looks down and begins setting out the containers, I rush over with the drinks, though satisfying this hunger would not be my first priority.

With Dean distracted by opening up the containers and silverware, I am able to get a thought into my head. I have a gorgeous man in my room... I have a man in my room, crap! I look around frantically to make sure nothing supernatural was left out. Most of it is in the Mustang's trunk, though I have a few weapons and charms hidden around the room. There's some stones out, but most people usually take them for decorative not protective. Ok I should be good, everything is under control, myself included.. I haven't had any freakish accidents in a long time, I control my powers with an iron will. If only I could control my tongue and raging hormones as well. What is it about this guy? I get a tiny glimmer of my usually suspicious nature before Dean looks at me with those puppy dog eyes, and I'm lost in them not thoughts.

"Ready to eat?" He pulls out my chair for me, put his hand on my back to seat me. Polite and Gorgeous.. Obviously this man is a psychopath.. Or a robot, those cheekbones can't be real, right?...

We both are seated and start to eat, and I can tell Dean is a man who enjoys his food. He takes a big bite of cheeseburger and a blissful grin appears on his face. God even chewing he is so hot. I look down at my burger instead of staring at him eat, who knew watching a guy eat could be arousing. I take a bite, and damn it is good! It's the perfect blend of steamy meat, hot dripping cheese and a delicious bun to soak up all the juices. I want to marry this sandwich and have its little burger buddy offspring. I take another bite, so good, I might have moaned a little, and I look up to find Dean watching me intently.

" What? Do i have something on me?" I put down the burger, abet reluctantly, grab up a napkin intending to wipe my face. He grabs my hand before I can, shaking his head..

" No you're perfect, I mean.. you're good.. I was just surprised, usually girls pick at food, or eat stuff like Sam does.. You seem like you really like it.."

I know my face is getting beet red..I know I am now definitely just his buddy.. he probably sees us watching sports on the couch, drinking beers, grabbing our crotches. Hmmm.. No.. stop thinking of his hand on his pants..I'm an idiot, a horny idiot.

But he continued in a muttered rush, "It's kinda hot, who knew watching someone eat could turn you on.."

Whoa, back up, rewind, didn't I already have that thought? What is going on here? Same motel, same humor, same food preferences, now same thoughts?! He is like the hot male version of me.. Weird!

I just smiled cause at this point I have no idea what's going on, which isn't to say I wasn't enjoying myself, only way I could be happier is if I could keep him. I would happily truss him up like a turkey and throw him in my trunk, well if the Mustang could hold a body, which it can't. Oh and if that wasn't completely and certifiably insane! He could ride shotgun..I think trying to derail the ride to crazy town. But in reality that could never happen. I couldn't drag someone into this life. It's selfish, its dangerous, and it's better that everyone goes on blissfully unaware of the things I spend my life protecting them from. But for a night, with this man, I could let myself dream.

He looks down and continues to eat, and so do I. Every once in a while our eyes meet. I smile shyly, he gives me another lopsided grin. We finish and chuck the containers in the trash can. We clean ourselves up and then just stand there..

I am not usually an awkward person, Dean doesn't seem to be one either but for some reason we are now just standing around shyly.

What is going on here? I have got to snap outta this! I'm about to shake the cobwebs from my brain, when I notice Dean is rubbing his hands over his face also looking a little bewildered. His eyes jumped to mine, and he clears his throat.

"Sooo?"

"Sooo what?" I grinned.

Boy now we could win Emmy awards for our witty repartee.

Dean smiled like he had also shared that thought.

"So, should I head back to Sam or do you wanna hang out or...something?" He had looked down and was scuffing his foot on the floor. I giggled like a 12-year-old, and then slapped my hand over my mouth. What was wrong with us? Had we reverted back to middle school?

"Stay!" I spit out, this was getting difficult. But I grit my teeth and crossed the room to him. He too looked like he was fighting something. It almost seemed like a spell was at work, and a really stupid one, why would someone try to make two people so awkward around each other. And usually I can control my big mouth and keep my thoughts to myself. But what kinda spell could affect people that way? None that's what! I didn't want to say anything about perhaps there being a slight chance that magic was affecting us, I mean why freak the guy out if it was just a case of nerves, temporary insanity or something.

Normal people don't deal well with the supernatural. I felt bad for him, and put my hands on his chest and forced myself up on my toes to give him a chaste kiss on the lips. Dean apparently was struggling with his own demons but was able to return my kiss.

Triumphant that I had overcome the weird feelings, even for just a moment, I beamed, and saw that thousand watt smile appear on his face for a moment before we were drawn to each other again. This kiss was easier, the next even more so. His lips were soft but firm, eager but not unskilled.. In fact he was very skilled. I am usually a little disappointed. I try hard to enjoy it but some guys are just bad kissers, and worse? They don't want to be taught. But with Dean, I almost couldn't keep up. .The guy had moves! I have never had that Hollywood kiss, you know, where the guy kisses you so passionately that your foot pops up. But they have it wrong, they should study him, I felt his kiss all the way through my bones, melting them down to my soul.. I would've walked through Hell with only a bucket of water for his kisses. Screw the foot pop...

We drew back from each other..

"Wow!" We both whispered in unison

We laugh together.

"We set the room on fire" he joked. I laughingly agreed, but casually looked around to see if there was any truth to his statement, maybe a couple scorch marks on the windowsill but no flames. Cool I'm still in control. I rub my fingers over some of the stones on the dresser absent-mindedly. Agate, rose quartz, amethyst, so many more kinds, all with different purposes.

He picked up a tumbled emerald, rubbed it for luck and handed it to me. I smiled when I realized he had given me the forever love stone, not that he'd know the meaning.

"Hey what are all these?" Dean asks quietly.

I know the right response, oh they're just some pretty rocks I collect, it's the safe answer.

"Oh they're.. " I start but stop when I see Dean looking at me so intently. I don't know what it is about Dean. I feel compelled to be completely honest with him, though I know the cost. But I instinctively know have to give him some truths. Not enough to endangered him or me but I can't outright lie to him.

"They were my mother's, she said they'd help and protect me, they're just about all I have left of her."my voice hitched a little. A couple of tears threatened to fall.

"Come here.." He enveloped me into his arms, stroking his hand down my hair, pressing his lips against the top of my head."What happened?"

"She was murdered.." I cried softly

"Oh God, I'm so sorry.." He hugged me closer to his body.

"No I'm sorry, it's been a couple of years now, I'm just can't get past it. My mother was wonderful, she helped people, she saved them, she saved me..."

"Tell me.."Dean said holding me close.

And I told him about how she had taken me in when no one else would, had loved me, I left out only the magical parts, but left in how we helped reunite families, or saved people from bad situations. Then I found myself telling him about how she had died when that stalking bastard found her, and how I had been too far away to help. Dean listened intently, a few times he looked like he might say something but he remained quiet, thoughtful until I had finished.

"Did they ever catch the guy?" He asked gruffly.

"Some of his own.. Some people he knew took him out." I quickly edited myself. " I never got the chance to see justice done myself"

"Good! One less psychopath going after the good guys...I'm glad you didn't run into him.."

I whipped my face up" Why? I can handle myself! I crush dirt bags like him all the time."

His hands continued to stroke down my hair and back, he spoke in calming tones" Maybe you could have, but as good as your mom was he was able to get to her. I feel better knowing he never got his hands on you.."

"Dean I.." I started by was silenced when his mouth found mine. It was the sweetest, most gentlest kiss I could have imagined, I felt cared for.. I was falling for him, fast, and in my line of work that was dangerous.

I ran my hands through his short hair,as I put everything I had into that kiss, thinking I would just indulge my foolish heart this one time.

We eventually broke the kiss, and stared at each other for a minute. I was trying to memorize every inch of his face, intending to commit his image to paper, drawing each beloved feature as a reminder of the one who would get away. If I was normal I could have him instead of an artistic representation. But the flesh and blood man before me could be hurt by the evil things stalking me in the night. So after tonight, I have to be satisfied to hold a picture, not the man, close to me.

Dean looked like he was making some decisions of his own, his lips dropped into a frown and then he rubbed his face, shook his head and looked up at me, returning my sad smile.

"Screw it" He muttered softly.

"What's wrong Dean?" I asked

"Nothing, I'm just wrestling with my demons.." He smiled ironically

"Who's winning? " I joked

"Me.. for once.." He replied gruffly and pulled me in for a passionate kiss.

We didn't end up having sex, maybe too much weirdness had happened, we got into the bed, pulled off a few items of clothing, and ended up just having an intense make out session until the wee hours of the morning. Dean got up and when he started to dig through the pile of clothing I was sure he was getting dressed to leave but he just put something down on the nightstand and climbed back under the covers, curling us up like a pair of nestling spoons. He brushed my hair up with his hand and pressed a few kisses to my sensitive neck. I wiggled back further, and a little sigh escaped my mouth when his mouth found a particularly good spot on the back on my nape. Dean chuckled, and the vibrations sent shivers down my spine. We ended up falling asleep like that, curled up together in our own little world...