Breanna woke up with a chill falling over her. She shivered and tried to scoot up to Dean. She felt around and there was no one there. With a pout on her face she opens her eyes to see she's alone in her bed. Still naked from the night before. She tried pulling the blankets around her, but she just couldn't warm and comfortable like she was when Dean was there. Feeling defeated she got up, hoping he was maybe just down stairs. She looked around the room seeing the scarfs everywhere, memories of the night before bringing a smile to her face. She decided on a quick shower before going down.

Making her way down stairs, she felt better now that she was clean and clothed. It didn't take long for her to realize Dean wasn't there. She sighed, remembering the way he acted when she asked what she thought was a simple question last night. After he reacted and now that he was no where to be found she regretted letting her curiosity get the best of her. On her way to the kitchen she noticed a piece of paper on the counter.

Sammy and I have some stuff we need to take care of.

You looked too peaceful to wake up.

We can talk when I get back.

xoxo

Dean

She couldn't help but smile. She loved when he left her little notes, it was so cute to her. She just hoped he wouldn't be gone too long. She really did hate when he had to leave, there was nothing that made her happier than being around him now. She knew it was too soon to throw the "L" word around. Hell, they really didn't know too much about each other still. But she just felt so close to him. Not in the way she had felt for Derek after all those months. She had felt a need for him, a need to be with him, an unexplainable attraction to him. Trying not to allow herself to dwell on it too much she decided to go about her day or days with out him.

Of course Dean wouldn't talk to her when she called after a few days. He sent his text in the morning, with no response after that. So after a week had passed she decided to call again, hoping that maybe he would be ready to talk to her

After a few rings he answered, "Hey baby, I can't talk now really busy. Text you later." And hung up before she could say anything.

She looked at the phone sad, just hoping that maybe they could talk for even a moment, she didn't even care about the Wen-whatever she had brought up before she just missed him.

Before putting her phone down she opened up a text to send to Dean.

I just wanted to let you know I miss you. Especially talking to you. Just call me when you get the chance.

She knew it might make her seem "weak" but she didn't care. She was suppose to be in an adult relationship with this man and just wanted him to know the truth.

Sam watched Dean blow Bree off again on the phone, he couldn't understand how his brother could be like that to such a sweet girl. Who obviously cared about Dean regardless of how he acted to her.

"Dean, you know you eventually with have to talk to her." Sam hoped he could help his brother talk things out.

"Yeah, yeah. But for now I don't." Dean said wanting to avoiding talking about it anymore.

"I'm just saying Dean, if you see a future with her she may need to know what we actually do. Keeping her out of the loop isn't fair."

"Listen, Sammy. I don't really want to talk to you about this. Got it?" Dean turned up the radio, avoiding any further conversation on this matter.

Dean's phone vibrated, indicating he got a text. He sighed and opened the phone reading the text she sent him. He quickly shut his phone and put it next to him. Reading the text made him feel even worse about the whole situation.

Dean was growing tired of his baby brother butting in his life. He also didn't want to think about his future with Breanna. Sure he liked her, more than liked her. But hunters that were in serious relationships always ended up with someone dying. His mom and his dad.. Jess and Sam.. He couldn't bare the thought of something happening to her. But he didn't want to just drag her into this life. He couldn't do that to her. He knew he could come up with something between now and when he made it home about what to tell her. But until then he wasn't talking more than he had to.

The boys had just gotten back to the hotel finishing up their job and Dean was tired.

"Find us another job Sammy, I'm hitting the hay."

Sam rolled his eyes. His brother was unbelievable. Instead of talking things out with even his own flesh and blood he would much rather avoid it for as long as possible. They just finished up the third job in a row and he wondered how long this would last.

Breanna's shift at the bar was over, she bid farewell to Scarlet and everyone else. Preparing for yet another night alone at home. Tonight was particularly unpleasant for her at work. There was one creepy guy with ice cold blue eyes who never got a drink, just sat in a booth all night. His eyes never left her until about 30 minutes before she left he slid from the booth and disappeared.

Walking to her car she felt a chill run through her, making her rush to her car faster than usual. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a dark figure and immediately pulled out her phone to call Dean.

"Please pick up.." She mutter lowly almost making it to her car.

"Hello?"

It was Sam.

"Sam! Is Dean there?" She asked not being able to hide the panic in her voice.

She unlocked her car and got in quickly. Locking the door behind her.

"Bree? Are you okay? He's asleep do I need to get him?" Sam sounded concerned.

"I was just hoping to talk to him.. I just got off of work and there was this guy," Not feeling like she needed to pull Sam into her paranoid thoughts. "Never mind, Sam. I'm heading home now. Just when he gets up, could you ask him to call me. Thank you." Trying to slow her breathing, hoping he wouldn't wake Dean or worry him.

She made her way out of the parking lot quickly.

"Uh, alright. You sure you're okay?"

How was it that Sam cared more about her well being then her "boyfriend". Breanna allowed that thought to leave her almost as soon as she thought it.

"Yes, I'm fine. Bye Sam." She hung up quickly. Her eyes darting from the rear-view and the road the entire way home.

"Dean!" Sam shouted as he tried waking Dean up for the third time.

Dean rolled from his place on his stomach onto his back. He rubbed his face then darted his eyes to Sam.

"This better be good, Sammy!" Dean wasn't very pleased with his little brother at the moment.

"It's Bree.."

Before allowing him to go any further, "What? What happened to her?"

Dean was fully up now, staring at Sam with a look of worry all over his face.

"I don't know, she called for you. Sounded pretty scared Dean, said something about a guy at work. She didn't tell me more. Almost immediately after she calmed herself down then just asked for you to call her when you get up."

Dean immediately grabbed his phone and dialed her number. He sat there for a while, no answer.

"Come on, God damnnit!" Dean grew impatient.

"Hello?" Breanna answered plainly.

"Are you okay? What happened?" Straight to the punch like Dean always was.

"Nothing happened Dean." He heard her car door shut, she must just be getting home, "There was just this creepy guy at the bar tonight. Starring at me all night, never ordered anything to drink. Just creeped me out. Then on the way to my car I thought I felt like something was following me. I just was scared." Breanna just stepped into her house and locked the door behind her.

"How did this guy look? I'm coming back."

Dean stood up, gesturing for Sam to get all their stuff together. As they were getting all of their stuff together Dean constantly held the phone to his ear.

"You really don't have to do that Dean. He was just some skinny, pale guy. Had this ice blue eyes and black.." Dean just heard a thud, then nothing.

Dean sat there waiting on her to continue, but nothing happened.

"Baby?" Dean looked concerned, Sam saw the look on his face and they headed out the door quickly.

Dean tossed the keys to Sam before climbing into the passenger side.

"Breanna?!"

"Why hello there. Which Winchester do I have the pleasure of speaking with?" A man's voice said.

"Where is she? You better not hurt her, you son-of-a-bitch!" Dean couldn't believe this was happening.

"Maybe next time, you shouldn't leave your little.. pet behind." The voice was so calm.

"What do you want from us?" Dean covered the phone briefly.

"Someone has her, Sammy. Step on it."

Sam just shook his head in agreence before flooring the Impala.

"Well let's just say, you missed something your last trip. I would love to chat more but our little pet is waking up." Dean could hear a whimper leaving Breanna and with that the stranger hung up.

"Shit!" Dean yelled before throwing his phone into the floor board.

"What happened, Dean?"

"She was telling me about the guy from the bar then I heard a noise and then some guy picked up the phone! I'm going to kill him!" Dean couldn't contain his anger and slammed his fist into the dash.

"Calm down Dean.."

"How am I suppose to calm down?! Some THING has her Sammy.." Closing his eyes he felt a huge amount of regret for trying to avoid her this past week, he should have been home and kept her safe.

"He said we missed something last trip. What does he mean?" Dean looked to Sam hoping he understood.

"Our last hunt Dean.. When we took out that vamp nest." Sam was more worried than he was before.

"You said there was only 9 of them!" Dean allowing a little bit of his anger through on Sam.

"I thought there was Dean! The whole time we watched them there was only 9, he must have been gone."

"Great, well he came back. Probably found his mate decapitated and he got our scent to track us. Now he has her. Wonderful. We led him straight to her."

Sam could see Dean thought the entire thing was his fault.

"It isn't your fault Dean.. we didn't know."

"I should be there!" Dean slammed his fist into the dash again.

Sam didn't say anything, he just focused on driving. Getting them there to stop this vamp.

Breanna's eyes fluttered opened, adjusting to the light. She felt a throb of pain shoot down her body originating on the back of her head. She attempted to bring her hand up to her hand but it wouldn't move. She looked down at her wrists and saw she was tied to one of her kitchen chairs bound with rope. Her legs and arms unable to move. She grunted as she tugged a little harder, not quite sure how she got here.

"Well about time you wake up, princess."

Breanna's eyes dart around the room looking for the man behind the voice. Her eyes meet with a pair of terrible cold eyes, sending a chill down her. It was the man from the bar. She was scared, but knew she had to keep it together.

"What.. What do you want?" She failed, as her voice broke a little.

"Your Winchesters." He said like it was obvious.

"But they aren't here?.." She didn't understand.

"Oh, they will be. They have to save the damsel in distress." He smiled smugly.

She didn't know what to say. She was terrified. What would he do with them when they got here? What would he do with her while he waited. She felt a small tear roll down her cheek.

"Oh, don't cry princess.. I don't plan on hurting you. Too much." He smiled as he pulled out a small knife.

"Please. Don't do this."

Letting her see the knife fully almost right in front of her face.

"Well I'm getting a taste of you, one way or another. A girl the Winchesters keep around? She must be special.. I would hate to drain you with one bite. So I thought I would just get a sample."

He smiled and Breanna grimaced. His teeth were slowly covered by another pair of sharp skinny teeth that seemingly came from no where. She gasped at the sight.

"What.. who are you?!" She yelled out.

"Well, would you look at that. The boys didn't tell you about the monsters in the world. How sweet."

He grazed her arm with the dragging it slowly allowing more and more of the warm liquid to run out. He ran his tongue along the fresh blood and slowly sucked up as much as she could. She cried out a little and wiggled within her restraints. The man pulled back a little, blood still fresh on his lips.

"I'm a vampire, love. You can call me Viktor." He smiled showing his regular teeth this time.

Breanna's arm darted between this vampire and the gash on her arm, blood steadily pouring onto the ground and she felt dizzy. Never being a fan of blood the sight was almost too much for her. Along with hearing about monsters, this vampire being in front of her and this severe head ache she still had from whatever it was he had hit her with.

That's when she heard a loud noise and tried to focus in front of her. Her eyes could barely stay open. She felt a pair of cold hands on her, one on her arm near the cut and the other on the opposite side of her neck holding the knife. His mouth against her ear, "Stay with us.. it's just getting fun."

She shook her head trying to stay focused. Her eyes were on the front door as it busted open, there stood Dean with some sort of machete in hand.

"Dean!" She yelled before she felt the blade press into her neck.

"Shh.. no talking." The vampire whispered into her ear.

"Back away from her you vamp bastard!" Dean's eyes full of rage.

"Or what, Dean was it?" He asked clarifying which Winchester he was facing.

He smiled at Dean before sliding the knife from it's spot on her lower neck down over the top of her breasts. Lightly slicing her above the right on, making her shriek a little.

"You leave her out of this!"

"You killed my mate Dean. We are just getting started." He raised the blade to her face and cut a little. Licking up the blood. Her eyes started to flutter shut again.

"Breanna! Stay with me, baby." She heard Dean call out so her eyes focused on him. He tried to give a reassuring smile but it wasn't very convincing.

The vampire stood up never taking his hands from her.

"She tastes so sweet, I see why she's your pet."

She heard a loud grunt followed by a blast of liquid all over her. Her eyes turned to the left to see Sam standing there with a bloody machete in his hands. Her eyes traveled to the ground to see the head of Viktor on the ground. Breanna couldn't bare it anymore. She felt the warmth of Dean's hands on her, along with Sam trying to untie the ropes. Her eyes becoming blurry the last thing she heard was Dean yelling her name over and over, attempting to keep her awake.