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AN: I wrote this while going to and coming back from Vermont. We went to the teddy bear factory and I have to tell you being stuck in a camper with six other people starts out fun until someone gets crabby. I thought for sure there would be an all out war. All in all it was pretty fun though. I got a bear I named Emmett lol. Vermont is such a pretty state.

Dean Winchester looked down at the stunningly beautiful woman in his arms. She had midnight black hair and dark brown eyes the color of chestnuts. Her skin was a beautiful copper that set of the intsensity of her eyes even more. The older Winchester brother had only seen her face so far and already he knew without a doubt she was very doable. Maybe this trip wouldn't be as boring as he had first beleived.

The seasoned hunter only knew he was forced into a town which shared a name with a untensil to save some dumb bimbo who had gotten herself addicted to vampires blood. What was it with these wierdo's who wanted to imitate blood suckers? Did they not have better things to do with their time? If they were that bored with life they should take up a hobby like collecting stamps or building model cars instead of feasting on the blood of the undead.

Since Sam had become like the unoffical spokesperson for the small percentage of the human race who had been drawn to the darkside of the demon blood drinking world, Dean was forced to take time away from hunting and watch is brother play big brother to this chick who ran with vampires. The wannabe badass Winchester brother had argued it was not their problem but baby brother felt the need to take on a protege.

Not only did Dean have to suffer by dealing with yet another cry baby like his baby brother Sammy but he had to stay with a bunch of vegitarian vampires. Vegitarian vampires? Really? Did they drain the life from poor defenseless carrots or something? Unless they ate flowers they weren't vegitarians. Whoever had come up with that lame attempt at a joke was really a stupid douche bag.

To make things ten times worse they were not even real vampires. They did not burst into flame if they went out during the day. They could be around crosses and go into churches. Garlic, silver, and wooden stakes did nothing other than annoy them and send them off into tagnets about how people were to stereotypical when it came to their kind.

And get this because it is the kicker..They sparkled. Like really sparkled. If one ray of sun landed on the pale stone hard skin they turned into a walking disco ball. Dean found this to be hilarious. These were not vampires at all. They were faries who pretended to be blood suckers. Real vampires did not sparkle like a pansy. They'd stake themselves first.

As Dean told both Bobby and Sam earlier in the day these were not vampires. They were wannabe vampires. Dean mentally pouted because someone as manly as he could never be seen in public pouting he would called a fag on the spot. He pouted over the fact he couldn't even get stuck with cool vampires like Dracula.

"Do you have a car?" The native american female startled the hunter from his thoughts.

Dean could not hold back his smirk as he winked at her playfully. The Impala won every single time. If it were not for that car he would be a virgin for sure. "Why? Did you want to go for a ride gorgeous?"

To his immence suprise the beautiful woman in his arms did not swoon. This was something Dean himself was not used to. He usually threw a smirk in the general direction of a sexy woman and next thing you know they'd be tangled up in the sheets of the bed in his hotel room. Instead of his usual reaction he got a scowl and an eye roll. Damn he would need to step his game with this one.

"Are you mentally challenged or something?" She snapped looking around nervously. Something in her movements caught Dean's attention. It seemed as if she were running from something. "If I did not want to go for a ride I wouldn't have asked if you had a car. Did you think I wanted stay parked in the driveway and chat like the old friends we are not?"

Before he was able to come up with one of his patent perverted and suggestive comments the front door burst open. The unknown female bent her knees and she got ready to bolt. You could tell just by looking at her that she would take off any second and Dean could not understand why. He watched as three men exited the house and made their way in the direction the girl.

The first was big like a serious body builder. He had dark curly hair and bright yellow eyes. His muscles seemed to have muscles and he even had dimples. A wierd combination if you asked the hunter. Who had muscles and dimples? His skin was chalky white and the hunter could tell right away he was a vampire. If he hadn't had a hunters eye for the unnatural he never would've caught it.

The second boy seemed to be alot smaller than the other though they did have a few things in common. This boy to had yellow eyes and chalk like flesh. His body was lean like that of a marathon runner. His hair was the color of a penny. This guy could probably give Dean a run for his money when it came to getting women. He had the emo expression down and chicks loved that shit. The older Winchester was also posative if anyone could catch the snarky female it would this one out of three. He looked like a speedy little bastard.

The third male was obviously no relation to the other two men. He had the same dark skin as the woman and his hair was about the same shade. His eyes looked to be darker than hers almost black instead of brown. He did have one thing in common with the first guy though. He happened to be huge. Atleast 6'1 he was the tallest of everyone outside. His abs look like they had been painted on not that Dean had been looking at his stomach. He did not swing that way.

"Leah!" The native american male called out to the woman who tilted her head in reaction to hearing her name. So now she wasn't just the hot chick who had questioned Dean's sanity. She had a name to go along with it. Leah. "Get back here! Don't make us have to come get you."

Every instinct in the older hunter told him to protect this female. It was his hero complex. He saw these men as a threat but then the name Leah clicked. Wasn't she the vampire blood addict? His eyes widened in suprise. This was the same girl his brother, Bobby, and himself came to save? She was the vampire junkie? No fucking way.

"You? Your the addict? But your so damned hot. Why do you need a deader? You could snag a real man easy. If you were ugly I could see going for the undead but darlin' your gorgeous!" The older Winchester happened to be unable to hide his suprise. Leah was most definately not what he'd been expecting.

Lucky for the hunter the she wolf was to buisy bitching out her alpha and in her opinion former bestfriend to hear Dean Winchesters comment.. "Fuck you Jacob! You'll have to tie me down if you think I'm going to let you keep me here! Go save someone else cause I don't fucking need it! Is my name Isabella Swan? I do not think so. So take the mind rapist and hulk jr and play mighty mouse hero to someone else. I'm not going back inside the leeches house and if you make me I swear to god I'll poke your eyes out and then cut off your balls to use as replacements!"

Leah whirled back around so he was staring at Dean. Her eyes narrowed as she took the time to study him. She was running through the options in her mind. She could either run, fight, or go with her third new and brilliant idea. Raising her eyebrow she looked over her shoulder to the men coming her way then back to Dean. She had made up her mind.

"Was that offer for a ride the real deal?" She questioned while walking past him at a brisk pace just in case he said no and she needed to split in a hurry.

The stalky hunter looked first at Leah and then to the men behind the woman. He knew one of them was a mind reader and that would be great in this particular moment. The way he saw it he had two options. He could say no and have this girl run off and risk the chance of none of them being able to catch her which left her prey to the sadistic trackers mind games.

Or he could play stupid and take her for a ride. He figured if he got her away from everyone who threatened her then maybe he'd have a chance to talk to her. If he could hold conversation with the native american female then he could gain her trust. If he had her trust maybe he would be able to get her to open up. Dean knew if she felt alone it would make things worse for her since he had seen it first hand with his brother.

Getting her to spill her guts would not only be theraputic for her but it could give them all information on this vampire who had her tied to him with his blood. Alienating her would make things worse so the oldest Winchester brother made up his mind. He would be her friend. Her hero and she would owe it to him to atleast listen to what he had to say. If it came to restraining her again later on then that is the way it would have to be. This way though he could say he tried.

Nodding he motioned to the Impala behind him. Sam and Bobby had just gotten out and wore matching looks of confusion. Dean ignored them and put his hand on her shoulder leading her to the precious car. This car ment more to Dean than his own life. Opening the passenger door he helped her inside the classic 67 Chevy Impala.

A whistle from the girl inside showed her appriation for this great peice of machinery and Dean couldn't hold in a grin. She had good taste indeed. The hunter was relieved to learn she was not a Ford Galaxy kind of chick. "Let's get this ride going beautiful."

Jumping over the front of the car he saw penny head as he now called the bronze haired boy, talking to the bigger one Leah called Jacob. He could see Jacob shaking as penny head whispered trying to calm him down. Penny head glanced his way and nodded which Dean took as a good sign for go ahead with her master plan. So penny head was the mind reader.

Opening the drivers side door he hopped in and slammed it shut before turning the key and listening to the purr of the engine as it came to life with a roar. Putting the car into drive he took off with the vamp addict sitting next to him. The only concern he had was that she better not get blood in his car. The sticky red substance was a bitch to get out of leather.

TBC...

AN: So what did you all think about this chapter? I had fun writing it because I love Dean Winchester. His car only makes him even better. I am such a car girl lol. Also for those of you who did not know this Ford Galaxy's were a huge rival for the Impala for a while especially in 67. Personally I think the Impala won hands down.

Anyways, let me know what you thought about this chapter and the events which took place. Did I write Dean alright? I thought I did pretty good even though they did not talk much. There will be more talking in the next couple of chapters.

Oh and I am thinking about doing a chapter about Victoria and James talking about his plans for Leah. Do you think I should? Please R&R like always!