A/N: I'm really in love with this story. It's my wittle baby~!

Chapter 4

"I don't need a babysitter!" Tori said in a whining tone as she stood in the doorway of the bathroom. Ashley was getting ready to go somewhere with Jimmy, that was which she was claiming wasn't a date, and just kept shaking her head.

"And I don't care. You thought you saw him at the library, so I'm not taking chances."

"That was almost a week ago." Tori crossed her arms in a defiant manner.

Ashley put a dab of chapstick on, pretending not to listen. "Look, Dean will be here any second so I can't exactly tell him to leave. Plus, he suggested it."

Tori's eyes went wide. Her babysitter was going to be…Dean? Officer Winchester? "Wait, you're serious?" she asked through a laugh.

"Do I look serious?" Ashley asked as she turned and gave Tori a serious look. She fixed her shirt and held out her arms. "How do I look?"

Giving an unamused look, Tori nodded. "You look the same always, but the shoes kinda throw me off." Ashley always wore plain clothes: jeans and t-shirts. It was rare that she dressed up, so adding the black high heels was different.

The sound of a doorbell stopped both of them from saying anything else. Tori picked at her thumbnail as Ashley took a final look in the mirror and turned to go downstairs. She could already hear the sound of Dean and Jimmy talking with the slight clip of Ashley's footsteps. Hesitantly, Tori made her way down the stairs.

She saw Jimmy putting on a tan trench coat and Ashley grabbing her coat. Dean was out of uniform in a brown leather jacket with a gray button down and jeans. He turned his head and gave her a smile. "Tori," Dean said with a nod of his head.

"Hi Dean…" Tori gave a shy smile and rounded the corner to go into the living room. She sat down on the couch, glancing over her shoulder to the door. Ashley waved happily to her before following Jimmy out the door. Dean shut the door and she heard the click of the lock. Her face dropped and she directed her attention to the long sleeves of her shirt.

"So," Dean's deep voice began, "how are you doing?" The sound of his boots against the hardwood floor signaled to her that he was approaching. Tori looked in his direction and watched him sit on the armchair Jimmy favored.

Tori nodded slowly as she picked at the hem of her left sleeve. "I'm…doing fine." That was something of a lie. For the past week she'd been having nightmares about Sam. All of them the same, starting out with him being nice to her and taking her places; while they smile like they're having the time of their lives. And then it changes in a snap. Something is different and Sam gets rough, pushing her around. Shuddering at the thought, Tori shut her eyes.

"Are you sure?" Dean pressed on with the questions, sounding worried.

"Fine." Her voice broke when she spoke and Tori knew she couldn't hide it from him. When she opened her eyes to look at him, he was out of the chair and moving to sit next to her. She inched away timidly when he sat.

He looked concerned as he sat, but kept his distance once she moved. "Is it bothering you?"

Tori felt a lump growing in her throat as she quickly nodded. It wasn't just bothering her; it was eating away at her. She didn't know if she could take much more. "I have nightmares…" Her voice was quiet and trembling as she explained. "I…" She let out a sob as an image of Sam smiling popped into her head.

"It's gunna be alright, Tori," Dean said. "You'll get through this." She felt him put a hand on her should and she leaned over, burying her face in his shirt as she cried.

All he could feel was jealously and envy flowing through him. Sam was sitting at the desk by the window of his motel room as he glanced over his workbook for school. Every few minutes when he looked up, he could see the shadows through the window of Jimmy Novak's house. That guy and Tori's shadows were cuddled close together, which just made him even worse.

Sam held his pen to his lip, thinking. He really should get the paper done, but… She was on his mind, just like always. Sam tossed the pen down on the desk with a frown, then crossing his arms.

Suddenly, he heard a rattling and small thud against the door. By the time he turned to look, two people were stumbling in. The dark haired man wearing a tan trench coat and the woman's long hair was a mess. Sam bolted up from his chair and shouted, "Hey!"

The woman, clinging to the man and giggling with her hand over her mouth, buried her head in the man's shirt. The man narrowed his eyes with confusion. "I think you're in our room." By the sound of it, they'd both been drinking.

"Um…no. You're in my room," Sam said. Something clicked in his head when the woman peeked at him for a split moment. This wasn't just anyone. This was…Tori's friend. And the man, Novak, that they were staying with, he assumed.

Shaking his head, the man said, "Sorry then. We'll jus' be going."

Sam swallowed hard as he nodded. Did she notice him? Hopefully not. The couple made their way back out, closing the door behind them. Once they were gone, Sam let out the breath he was holding. "That was a close one…"

Tori fell asleep in his arms after crying for a while. He felt bad for her, dealing with all the weight on her shoulders… Dean shifted slightly, trying to get comfortable with her laying half on his chest, half on his lap. He leaned against the back of the couch and shut his eyes. All the wanted was to find the guy that did this to her and teach him a lesson. Any other case, he wouldn't be like this. For some reason, this was different. He was feeling more empathetic towards Tori than anyone else he'd helped in his entire police career. Hell, his entire life.

He felt Tori shift and glanced at her. Her eyes were puffy and red from crying and her hair was somewhat disheveled. Dean brushed the hair that was in her face away and a bunched up smile came across her face. At least she could still smile…

Dean's thoughts were interrupted when the door opened. He craned to look over his shoulder, seeing Jimmy and Ashley near falling into the house. They were kissing as if one of them would die in the next second. She started pulling him towards the stairs and Jimmy's eyes opened, looking at Dean with surprise. Dean turned to look at the dark television as Jimmy spoke.

"Dean," he said while catching his breath. "I didn't know you'd still be here."

There was a giggle, assumingly from Ashley as Dean said, "I wasn't about to just leave her."

"Where's Torence?" Ashley said in a whisper.

He pointed to the spot next to him where she was half laying on him. "Right here. I can't exactly move her…"

"Aw," Ashley cooed.

"We can take her up to bed if you wanna leave, Dean."

He shook his head. "You two just… I got her."

Jimmy and Ashley exchanged whispers that Dean couldn't exactly hear and then Jimmy was walking over to the couch. "C'mon. Let's get her up to bed."

Dean nodded as Jimmy carefully took hold of her arm and they got her up. "Gentle, Cas," Dean whispered in a half hiss.

Narrowing his eyes, Jimmy put her arm over the back of his shoulders. Dean got up and did the same. In the process, Tori opened her eyes and mumbled something. The two men exchanged curious looks as they helped Tori over to the stairs in her half awake state. They helped her up to her room and laid her on the bed.

Dean let out a relieved breath once she was comfortably dozing and he was in the hallway. Jimmy was leaning against the opposite wall, hands in his pockets and looking at the hardwood floor. "Where's Ashley?"

Jimmy looked up at Dean lazily. "In her room I think."

He gave a stern look. "Don't let me tell you what to do, but…"

"I know," Jimmy stopped him, holding up a hand. "I shouldn't get involved with Ash."

"She was an exception Mike let slide. If they find this out, it can't end well."

Jimmy rolled his eyes. "Mike can shove it." He was obviously drunk because Dean knew he never called Michael by his nickname. The two never entirely saw eye to eye, but they worked together since Michael was the chief of police. The same position everyone assumed Dean would be in, taking after his dad.

He shrugged. "I won't say anything, Cas. Just wanted to warn you was all." Dean yawned. "Everything's under control here, so I'll head out." Dean held out his hand and Jimmy shook it before turning, walking down the steps, grabbing his leather jacket, and leaving the house.