Disclaimer: I do not own anyone or anything from Twilight or Supernatural!

Dean had chosen to sit with Leah until she woke up. Sam was getting looked over by the sparkling doctor to make sure he had no permanent damage to his brain. The older hunter had almost died from holding in his urge to say something sarcastic about not being able to hurt what is not there, but he figured Carlisle would not find his sense of humor funny. These vamps seemed to have an odd sense of humor. So he kept all his comments to himself and instead sat next to Leah in her room as he waited for her to wake up. He had absolutely no idea how long she would be out since Cas left before he could ask him. The Angel loved to keep him on his toes even if he would never admit it.

"Come on gorgeous and open those eyes or say something bitchy so I know you is going to live." He muttered under his breath as he looked at her.

He had tried reading a magazine, but he couldn't keep his mind focused. He was too worried about the female shifter and that make him uncomfortable. He wasn't used to worrying about anyone other than Bobby or Sam. To know that he cared about her kind of made him nervous because he wasn't used to it; people that he usually cared for in any way, shape, or form usually ended up dead. Dean really did not want that for Leah. He would never tell his brother this because all he would get was an 'I told you so' but he really liked her. Probably more than he should considering she was technically a job.

It was about an hour and half later when she opened her brown eyes. The first thing she did was bring her hand to her for-head. Castiel had told Dean she would have a headache after what he had done. Next she let her head fall to the side so that she could look at the older hunter. "How many people did I hurt and how badly?"

Dean smirked and scrubbed his hands over his face. He was exhausted from not having slept the night before, but he wasn't planning to sleep until he made sure she was under control and was not going to spazz out and lose control again. "Sam has a small concussion from where you pushed him, but other than that we are all fine. Be lucky I didn't have to shoot you because I am not sure if you remember this or not, but I said you are much to pretty to shoot."

"I'm sorry about all of that and you better accept my apology while you can get it since it is not often I say I am sorry to anyone for anything I have done." The girly wolf stated as she sat up and let her head fall against her bent knees. "I could have killed you do you know that? I wanted to kill you. I was going to do it if you wouldn't get out of my way and I can tell you know I probably would have felt no remorse about it. What kind of person does that make me?"

The seasoned hunter of all things supernatural knew this was going to be one of those chick flick moments and he also knew he was no good in these types of situations. Still, he would do the best he could and hope it passed as acceptable chick flick moment reassurance. "To be fair it was not really you who was doing and saying the things you did. It was the craving inside of you. When Sam went all whack-job during his addiction he said and did things neither of us thought we would ever get past it. All you did was threaten to kill me and knock Sam out. We have both been there numerous times due to our job so don't go beating your-self up about it. Just don't go doing it again if you can help it and we are fine."

Leah raised her head to glare at him. "Yeah sure, I'll just tell the craving inside of me to back off and it should be all hearts and candy from here. You know you are such a dick at times. Do you really think I chose for that to happen? I wish that I could get this to stop, but it doesn't work like that genius because if it did I would have done it after I realized his blood was addictive? Do you think I want to be like this? I hate vampires and to be bound by one forever is not exactly and earlier Christmas present!"

"Well maybe if you actually tried to let him go then you could move on!" Dean argued in a harsh tone as he stood up and threw his hands in to the air in his frustration. "You act like you have no choice in the matter and I know I don't get the whole imprinting thing, but I am pretty sure it can't be like selling your soul. There has to be a way to get out of it. You are so stuck in your way of thinking that you do not want to believe there is another way. For whatever fucked up reason you believe you deserve this. You need to start seeing that you can beat this and stop acting like a girl who has given up! Where is the girl I met my first day here? She was stubborn and feisty and she sure as well wouldn't give up so easily!"

"What the hell do you care anyways?" The Quilette shifter snapped as she shakily stood up. She still wasn't completely back to one hundred percent after what Castiel had been forced to do. "I am just a job and it shouldn't matter to you how it gets completed as long as it does."

"Well it does matter." Dean scowled as he realized he had said that out loud and of course she gave him an expression explaining a much better answer. Running his hands over his head he started to pace. "Look you say that you can handle it or that you want to take your chances, but I need to make sure."

"Why?" Leah demanded placing her hands on her hips.

"Because I just want you to be okay! I couldn't take it if something happened to you. I-" Then without thinking about the consequences or if she wanted it to he grabbed her by the arm pulling her in to him and kissed her. That should be a good enough answer at least it was in his mind.

TBC…

AN: So Dean admitted he sort of likes her in his own way. I am tired and wanted to get this out. I hope you all liked it and you know I would love to hear your thoughts about this chapter. In the next one this continues.

Please R&R like always!