Dean smiled, nodding. "Okay baby."

Amie blushed at Dean's new nickname for her, but did not argue. She suddenly realised that she was still on top of him and let her arms drop from around his neck, blushing. She was aware of how often she was blushing around him, and reminded her body to stop embarrassing her.

Dean smiled awkwardly and released her, sighing as she climbed off of him. "You just wanna go back to the hotel?" He asked in a deep voice, trying to forget how good it had felt to hold her.

"Yeah please," she smiled. Dean flashed a smile back and pulled out of the car park happily. "So, do you always listen to such old music?" Amie teased.

"Shut up, these are classics," Dean replied.

"Seriously?" She chuckled. "Well, I suppose they are great."

"Damn straight," Dean replied. "Better than any pop rubbish." He mumbled, making Amie laugh and shake her head.

"So, how old are you?" Dean asked, keeping his eyes on the road. Amie ran a hand through her hair.

"24. Yourself?"

"26. I'll be 27 soon," he smiled. 2 years difference wasn't too much. "You're 2 years older than my brother."

"You've got a brother?" She smiled.

"Yeah, my little brother Sammy. He's at college at the moment," Dean said proudly.

"Really? Wow. How'd he escape this?"

"This?" Dean asked skeptically, glancing at Amie.

"Hunting."

"Oh," Dean said, shocked. "I don't know. He just left one day last year… my Dad wasn't all that happy." Dean said it so coldly that Amie knew not to ask again. Dean reached the hotel car park and slowed yet again, parking right outside his room. "We're here."

Amie opened her door and stepped out as Dean did the same. "You okay?"

"Of course," he smiled, answering a little too quickly. Amie smiled and followed Dean in to his room.

It was small. She had guessed it would be, as he was travelling by himself. But what surprised her were the two single beds in the middle. She turned to him and raised an eyebrow.

"I'm used to staying with Sammy. Doesn't seem right, one person in a room," he said sheepishly, avoiding her gaze. Amie reached out and touched his arm gently.

"Hey, you don't have to be alone anymore," she smiled. "I'm here tonight." Dean smiled gratefully. He wanted her to be there every night, but he couldn't voice his opinions. It was crazy to like her this much already.

"Can I say something crazy?" Dean asked, his heart hammering.

"You can," Amie replied, crossing her arms and smiling up at him.

"I want you to stay with me. Even if my Dad doesn't like it… I don't care," he said, warmth spreading in his cheeks. He felt as if this was ridiculous… he knew it was ridiculous.

Amie grinned up at him broadly, her face lighting up with happiness. "I was hoping you'd say something like that." Dean grinned, relieved that she hadn't thought he was crazy, and stared into her pretty blue eyes. This girl was different… he was happy that she'd stopped him from having sex with her. It would have made her less special, he would never have liked her so much. Well, he hoped that there would be something between them eventually - but for now he was happy with just sharing a room. Eventually the mad happiness wore off and they both fell into awkward silence.

"Well, I'm gonna go have a shower if that's okay," Amie smiled. Dean nodded quickly.

"I'll lend you one of my shirts if you want… so you can have some clean clothes to put on," Dean rushed, trying desperately not to stumble on his words. He scratched the back of his neck. Amie smirked.

"Thanks," she winked. Then she turned around and walked confidently over to the door in the corner of the room. She pulled it open.

"That's the cupboard," Dean snorted. Amie turned around, a blush colouring her cheeks.

"I knew that," she said, raising her head and an eyebrow.

"It's that one," Dean said, pointing behind him to the door on the opposite wall.

"Thank you," she mumbled, embarrassed, then walked swiftly over. Dean shook his head, smiling to himself at how cute she was. He thought about her long, wavy brown hair, and imagined what it would feel like in his hands; soft and silky. He imagined smelling it when he hugged her, running his fingers through it as they kissed, tugging on it when they - no. He squeezed his eyes closed and rubbed his forehead, banishing any inappropriate thoughts.

Instead he thought about his Dad. What would he think of this? Dean let the demon go instead of exorcising it. He let a small, defenceless hunter come along with him. That small, sexy hunter was now having a shower in his room, and would spend the night. How stupid could he be? His Dad would be so disappointed. As always, Dean thought. He had nothing to lose.

Dean walked over to his wardrobe where he had unpacked all of his clothes. He picked out one of his smaller black, short sleeved tops and smelt it. Clean enough. He walked over to the bathroom door and knocked.

"Amie? Here's the top you can borrow; I'm coming in!" Dean shouted. He opened the door and looked down, placing the top in the sink blindly, then stepping back out. He heard Amie shout a "Thanks" from in the shower as he shut the door.

He ran a hand through his hair then walked over to his bed. He sat down, sighing. What was he getting himself into? He cared about her alot. But caring is dangerous, and he'll only end up hurt. She'll either die like Mum, or leave like Sammy did. Dean rubbed his eyes. He felt so conflicted; he didn't want to care, but he did. He didn't want to like the company, but he did. He didn't want to start falling for her… but he was. What was so wrong about it, and why did it feel so right?

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"You sure you're ready?" Dean asked sincerely, gazing into Amie's eyes.

"Of course I am," she grinned. "This isn't my first hunt ever, you know."

"I know," Dean replied, smiling falsely. He was worried… this would be their first confrontation with something since he saved her. Dean sighed. "Come on then. Stay close to me, though."

Amie rolled her eyes. "I'm not a princess you know."

Dean half smiled, nodding. "Come on then." He eventually said, getting out of the Impala. Amie copied, holding her gun tightly. Her heart pounded against her rib cage. She wasn't afraid in the least; she had been on a million hunts before, her first at the age of 10. No, she was excited. She would prove to Dean that she was capable, and hopefully impress him. She had been staying with him for 4 days, and they knew each other pretty well. On the second night they had stayed up, talking until the sun came up. They basically knew each other's life stories, almost every second they had ever felt. But he still seemed to think she was a porcelain doll, ready to break any second.

Dean kicked open the door to the abandoned house easily. Amie walked in confidently, holding her gun out in front of her. Dean followed, ready to stop and danger that could come close to Amie.

A scuffling noise came from the corner of the room. Dean and Amie whipped around, both defensive. In the corner was a rat; big danger. Dean lowered his gun slowly and turned around. Behind Amie stood a tall, old, fierce looking farmer. He looked like a lion, ready to pounce on it's prey.

"Amie, get down!" Dean shouted, but before she could move the ghost knocked Amie to the floor, causing her to drop her gun. "Goddamnit Amie!" Dean shouted. He lifted up his gun and shot the ghost in the chest, making him disappear. He looked down at Amie, who was sprawled on the floor. Before he could say anything, however, he too felt a blow on his back. He stumbled forward and dropped his gun, then whipped around and stared at the old man, who was about to kill him with a ghostly axe.

Suddenly there was a loud bang, and the ghost disappeared. Amie sat on the floor, pointing her gun at where the ghost had just been. She scrambled to her feet and yelled, "Get to the basement, burn the bones!" Dean snapped out of his shock at being saved by Amie to turn and sprint down the stairs. She followed quickly, ready to shoot when needed. Dean pulled out his salt, ready to burn the bones when the dead farmer appeared out of nowhere. Amie shot twice and hit him on her second try, as Dean finished salting the bones. Amie spun around, looking for the danger. Suddenly he appeared in front of her. Before she could shoot, however, he pushed her; hard. She stumbled back, falling into Dean, just as he turned around. He caught her awkwardly, stepping back slightly, but keeping a firm grip on her. They stared at the ghost wide eyed, then he dramatically burst in to flames. She laughed in relief, then stood up. She wiped her sweaty hands on the shirt she was wearing, Dean's maroon tshirt. It was way too large on her, but she felt comfortable in his clothes. Dean liked how his clothes looked on her. They were too baggy and consumed her, but for some reason she looked fantastic in them.

"Yes!" She shouted, high fiving Dean. He grinned at her enthusiasm. "We rocked!" She shouted. Dean chuckled as she punched the air then jumped at him, hugging him tightly. He squeezed her, closing his eyes. She buried her face in his shoulder and laughed. Eventually they both finished laughing, and when they did Dean realised he had been holding her for a good few minutes. He blushed slightly and sighed. Amie also realised that she had just leapt on Dean, and he was now hugging her, holding her in mid air against him. She too blushed. However she did not pull away, and instead closed her eyes and breathed in his musky smell.

The nature of their hug changed slowly. What had started off as an excited, exhilarated hug between two proud friends, had turned into a loving, comforting hug between two people who wanted to be much more than friends.