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Lauren's POV

"Cleo c'mon now." I said, hugging Dean to me. She wasn't getting her undead hands on him. "We can settle this like normal people right?" I asked. The wind picked up, Cleo's fault. Goosebumps rose on Dean's body, mine as well. Dean didn't make a motion of his discomfort but I knew better. He was stubborn. I learned that then and there.

"How can we settle this like normal people when neither of us is normal?" Cleo asked. Her voice wasn't behind us, or above us, it was everywhere. I sighed.

"Well babe maybe we can work something out." I said, looking around frantically to see if I could see her. She giggled.

"Oh hon I don't think so." She said. Dean looked up.

"Hey I hate to interrupt this conversation but I'm not going anywhere with you Cleo." He said harshly. Cleo said nothing for a moment.

"Dean you and I both know you don't mean that." She said. Dean rolled his eyes. "It's her isn't it?" Cleo said, referring to Lauren.

"No, ohh." He moaned, doubling over. I gripped him tighter. "You're dead. I'm not. Sorry sweet-heart it won't work." Dean tensed and bit his lip.

"It's okay Dean." I whispered softly.

"Don't worry Dean." Cleo said. "She won't bother us for long." Suddenly she was in front of us, along with those glass bottles from the ring-toss game floating behind her. They shattered and she smiled an icy grin. The shards of glass were aimed at me. I let go of Dean and backed away, I wasn't letting him get hurt too.

"You want me? Come and get me." I said. Her smile broadened. She drew her arms back, ready to let the shards go and slice me into pieces.

"NO!" I was tackled just as the glass came at me. They flew over me and Dean, who had been the one to tackle me.

"What the hell are you doing?" I said harshly. His green eyes bore into mine.

"I didn't want to you to get hurt." He said softly. I was touched. He leaned forward and his lips touched mine for the first time. It was like lightning shot through my veins. His soft, gentle lips entangling themselves in mine. There was a loud crash next to my head and we broke apart.

Damn that bitch! I thought savagely. Dean rolled off of me to see what the hell she threw. After he rolled he screamed, back arced. She had thrown yet another bottle, nothing but porcelain shards a few feet away from us. Cleo's eyes were filled with tears.

"So this is how you really feel?" She asked Dean. Dean's eyes were shut tight, not daring to lower his back on the ground all the way. "About her?" Dean nodded through clenched teeth. Cleo's face darkened.

"I liked you Dean." She said. "But now you'll meet the same fate as all the others." Then she was gone. I sat up and went to Dean. I rolled him over carefully to see what happened to his back.

"Dammit Dean!" I said. Tiny shining flecks decorated his back and tiny blood droplets flowed from them. When he jumped in front of me the first wave of shards hit him. A large piece of glass stuck out of his side.

"MMNNnn!" Dean cried. I caressed his back.

"Hang on Dean." I said. I grabbed the hem of my shirt and ripped it around so I had a solitary strip. "Bite down on this." I said. He complied. I ripped my shirt again and wrapped it around my fingertips. "This is gonna hurt." I said, Dean nodded.

I grabbed a shard and pulled gently. Dean's body tensed and he cried out, though it was muffled by the cloth.

One by one I pulled each shard out. I saved the big one for last. I gripped it tightly and started to pull.

"NUAH!" Dean screamed. I winced.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry." I said. Dean shook his head.

"I've had worse." He said. I laughed.

"That I believe."

Dean's POV

I knew the glass had hit me when I jumped. I felt it slice through my back. I didn't notice it hurt until I moved. And man when I kissed her...I felt something. Something good. Something that made it the best kiss I ever had.

But this was agonizing. I was grateful she had given me the cloth to bite on. Otherwise, I would have broken my teeth. This sucked. I hated that vulnerable feeling. But I hated making her feel bad even more.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry." She apologized after I screamed. I shook my head, I didn't want her to feel that way.

"I've had worse." I said, a tired smile on my face.

"That I believe." She said, laughing slightly. I rested my head on the grass.

"She'll be back."I said. Lauren nodded.

"I know. But what can we do? My gun got wet so the rock-salt's ruined. And my other guns are totaled. There's nothing we can do." I thought for a moment.

"Wait a second." I said. "Alan Micheals."

"What the hell are you talking about?" She asked.

"Cleo's old boyfriend. He's a security guard here." I said, ready to kick myself for not remembering sooner. I rolled over, shooting a burning pain through my back. Lauren tried to get me to roll back over but I fought against her. "I'm alright." I said.

"So he's a security guard here and Cleo never knew about it?" She asked. I nodded.

"I guess so. She's always looking for someone else, not him. Maybe if she sees him, it'll be enough to send her away." I said.

"That'd be great if we could get ahold of him." She said.

"All we need is a phone and a list of employees." I said. Her eyes lit up. She leaned forward and kissed me again, her hands holding my face.

"You're a genuis." She said.

"Now I've never been called that." I said. "Now all we have to do is get to the main office without Cleo killing us." She laughed.

"Piece of cake."

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