He forced his arms around her and rested his head on her shoulder. His eyes were closed but I knew he was fighting back tears. Dallas meant a lot to Dean. But I guess I never really noticed that until now.

I watched Dean and Dallas hold each other and couldn't help but smile. Dean and Dallas were soul mates and everyone knew it.

"Sam, you sick son of a bitch. What the hell are you smiling at?" I blinked and realized that I was staring at them while smiling in enjoyment. "Uh, sorry. Just thinking"

"Yea, you better be thinking." Dean brought Dallas' face closer to his and their lips met. That was my cue to leave. I walked out the room, into the bathroom and looked back to find dean kissing Dallas' neck. I caught her gaze and smiled. She winked back and put her finger on her lips as if she was telling me to keep my mouth shut. I took a step forward when the door slammed shut. "Dean" I whispered. What was she going to do to him! I began to bang on the door with both my hands but no one responded. "Dean!" I yelled at the wooden door. "Dean!" I repeated. I took a step back in defeat and saw the shadow coming towards the door. The shadow stood still while the door knob turned to the right. The door swung open and there he was, standing there with wide eyes. "Dean" I whispered, expecting the worst. "Sammy. You put your hand on the knob and then you turn, it's not rocket science."

"But...but...Darcy?" My cheeks began to burn despite the fact that I was more worried than embarrassed. From behind Dean's shoulder, I could see Dallas' figure moving towards the door. "Don't let her leave!" I took a few strides before I was close enough to grab onto her shoulders and put her up against the wall.

"Sam, what the hell are you doing!?" I could hear Dean's voice grow louder each time Dallas struggled. Her eyes were filling with tears as I put pressure on her throat with my elbow. "She's evil Dean, you can't trust her." She would gasp for air as I put more and more force on her throat.

I felt Dean's hand grab onto my shoulders and throw me to the ground. Her coughing filled my head as my vision grew darker. Dean's words were slurred along with his figure. My eyes would close but open randomly. Her coughing grew quiet as my sight was completely black.

*Dean's point of view*

She was hunched over, coughing vigorously. "Dallas?" I placed my hand on her back and let it move with her breath. I slid it up towards her hair and began to smooth her flaming red hair. The coughing stopped and her head slowly moved upwards to look into my eyes. "Are you alright?" She straightened out her back, letting my hand fall to my side.

"Is Sam alright?" she said through clenched teeth. "Sam? Wha-"Her attention was brought somewhere else; to my brother. I turned around to find my brother passed out on the cabin floor. She knelt down beside him and flicked her head around to me. "You didn't have to hurt him," she returned to looking Sam.

"Hurt him? Dallas, he was going to kill you." I took a step forward when her body shied away from me. I stopped in my tracks and could feel the anger coursing through my veins. The look in her eyes would make any man feel worthless, insignificant...hollow. Her gaze left me and returned to Sam. I could feel my face heat up as my hands began to tremble.

*Sam's point of view*

Footsteps echoing in a dark room filled my head. The smell of red roses and coconut crammed into my nose. The touch of a smooth hand was embracing my face.

My eyes were open to the blurry scene. I blinked once, twice, three times at everything was normal-or so I thought. Dean was walking out of the cabin and into his car. I looked up to see Dallas smoothing my hair and watching Dean exit. The impala's engine roared, screeched down the road and disappeared into the night.

"Dallas, what the hell happened?" I got up onto my elbows to hopefully find enough strength to get onto my feet. "Your brother got angry and left." Darcy, shit.

"I thought we got rid of you," I mumbled, too tired to argue.
"Oh darling, you can't get rid of me." She smirked and helped me get my balance on the wooden floor.
"Why are you here?" The light in the cabin was blinding and causing my head to pound. I went to shut off the lights when her hand grasped into my arm. "I'm here to help you." I pulled my arm away, "I don't need your help."

I could hear her laugh as I flipped the switch. The lights went out instantly along with my headache. "But you do, you see, you and your brother are going to be put into situations that could make you or break you." I turned around to find her staring me down with her hands on her hips.

"What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about the war, Sam." She removed her hands from her hips and walked slowly towards me. "Look, you guys may think you're all that or the good guys here on earth but really, you're weak." Her voice grew louder.
"Now I know you're crazy. Dean and I are fine, we have been fine for the past two years," the pounding in my head started up again, making me cringe and grab onto my head with both hands.

"Your right, you guys are at you're prime. I mean with Dean uncontrollably in love with my vessel and you unable to control your abilities and thirst for blood, you're ready to kick some demon ass." Her words echoed in my head, making me cringe even more. I could hear her let out a sigh and place her hands on my head over my hands. Her hands were smooth and warm. "Sam, are you alright?" She sounded concerned as if she really cared.

"My head is pounding," it felt like rocks being tossed around my skull. Her hands clasped around mine and brought them down to my side. I closed my eyes, hoping to capture the pain and keep it caged in. Her hands left mine and were cupping my face. I opened my eyes once her warm hands heated up my cheeks. I looked into the violet eyes that belonged to Dallas as she glared into mine. Dallas was a beautiful woman. She had model like features that any man or woman would die for. She had high cheek bones and a nose that was round but only added to her bold face. She also had fierce red hair to add to her daring face.

We have been in the cabin for weeks now and she would complain about the lack of feminine products in the washroom, but she always looked her best. Right now, for example, her eyes were outlined in light purple eyeliner, her cheeks covered in blush, and her lips sheltered in a peach coloured gloss.

My eyes trailed down to her slim body to examine her outfit. She was wearing a black shirt with a band name written across the chest and also a dark leather jacket. She was also wearing blue jeans that seemed to flare near the cafes all the way to her feet which were within black and white high tops. My stare returned back to her face to find her eyes trailing up and down my body as well.

I drew my face away from her grasp and watched as her cheeks began to grow pink. I gave her a smirk as she twisted her body away from mine and made her way towards the couch. I watched her take a seat near the arm of the sofa and flip her long, passionate hair away from her face.

"Just listen to me and you and that arrogant basterd you call your brother will hopefully survive."