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Dean and Leah drove in very akward silence. The she-wolf wasn't sure what to say to this stranger. She actually would rather if things remained silent. There was no need for chatter since she happened to be using him as a means of escape and nothing more than that. This wasn't a bonding moment for her.

The hunter had the opposite desire. He hated akward silences or silence of any kind. Dean would rather have sound in the backround whether it be music or small talk. Considering the first the addict chick had done was turn off the radio, he figured that music was out of the question. Then talking would have to be the way to go. He sure as hell wouldn't be stuck in this akward silence any longer.

"Your not going to hurl are you? I just had my baby cleaned. If you throw up, it means dishing out money to have it cleaned. You need me to pull over or something?" He looked at her from the corner of his eye.

She did look about to barf. Her skin had a green tint to it and dark circles shadowed the lower part of her eye. Sweat dripped down from her forhead. All typical signs of withdrawl. Small tremors shook her body, but she didn't seem to notice or care about any of that. Her expression remained annoyed and angry.

Leah scowled and continued looking out the window. "Did I say I wanted to chat? I don't think so Mr. To Smooth for your own good."

Dean couldn't help but raise his eyebrow at her. "Since I was kind enough you give your a ride beautiful, the least you can do is hold up a conversation with me."

The she-wolf shifted her gaze way from the window. "I know what you want to talk about. Your going to try and be Dr. Drew and I really don't need your help. Whatever you heard about is probably completely fucked up from the truth. I bet the Cullen's made me out to be some sort of charity case didn't they?"

"Depends on what you consider a charity case." The older Winchester brother shrugged and continued to watch the road. "If a group of animal eating wannabe fairies, calling in the help of my brother and I for a she-wolf who got addicted to vampire blood constitutes as a charity case, then you would be right."

"I am not an addict." The native american shifter argued.

The hunter raised his thumb. "Cliche number one for the average addict."

Leah huffed and rolled her eyes. "I can stop anytime I want to. It jus so happens that I do not feel like stopping at this time."

This time Dean raised his pointer finger. "Cliche number two of the average addict. Are you gonna try for three in a row?"

"What the hell do care anyways?" The she-wolf snapped at him. She hated it when people stuck their nose in her buisness. This guy may be a looker, but Leah wouldn't hesitate to break his jaw if he didn't shut the hell up.

"You really should watch your temper beautiful. Did anyone tell you it takes more muscle to frown than it does to smile? You'll get wrinkles if you don't start being careful." Dean shot a smile in her direction to which she rolled her eyes. "Maybe I do not want to see a beautiful girl get taken advantage of."

"Your throwing alot of flirt around. If your not careful you could get your heart broken by to much rejection." Leah replied easily.

She was starting to reget taking a ride with this guy. Maybe the leeches and there annoying need to help wasn't so bad after all. She hardly knew this man and here was already trying to get into her pants. If she did not have an imprint, maybe it would be something she could consider. Yet, she did have an imprint and held no sexual interest for this smooth talker next to her.

She knew his type since it was easy to recognize. This guy happened to be the kind of man most woman would fall for. Not her though, because she was smarter than that. He could use all the sweet words and charming smiles he wanted, he would never get anywhere with her. No matter how attractive and funny he seemed to be.

"Ouch that stung. Wanna kiss it better?" The older Winchester brother pulled out onto the express way. He remained silent for a moment before deciding to try and get her to open up to him.

"My brother was an addict." When Leah let her head snap in his direction, he was pretty sure he had her attention. It was a start at the very least. "Not to vampire blood like yourself though. He had an itch for demon blood of any kind. Some demon bitch got him hooked when I was in hell and-"

The native american shifter cut him off with a question. "You were in hell? Like the actually hell with fire and brimstone? Did you loose a fiddling contest with Satan or something?"

Dean Winchester chuckled even though the true memories from hell were less than pleasant. An idea popped into his head almost instantly. He never got brainstorming ideas and yet they just seemed to be coming like rain today. What if he could open up to her? Maybe she would open up to him in return?

"I wish it had been something as cool as that, but sadly it wasn't. I got mauled by hell hounds." Seeing a sign for a diner in the distance he chose to take the exit. Driving and talking about this wouldn't be a good combination. "Are you hungry gorgeous? I think we should have some lunch. It will be on me. All I ask is that you listen to what I have to say."

When the hunter held his free hand out for her shake, Leah hestitated for only a moment or two. What harm could come from listening? Besides, she was starving and free food was free food. She wouldn't be turning it down anytime soon.

Reaching out she locked her hand with his in a tight grip. "Deal."

TBC...

AN: I know I haven't updated this story in forever! I got inspiration for it again so I am going to try and update more often, but I can't make promises. With everything going on in my life I cannot be sure I will update and when I wont. I promise to try and be faster though. I hope you all liked this chapter. Let me know what you thought about this chappy!

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