Just, later.
"You idjits. What are you thinking bringing her here? To all of this! You should've marched her to the nearest airport and sent her home, safe."
Dean ran his hand down his face as he did when he was angry. "Bobby, we couldn't. She was a damn vampire. You can't just go back to being a normal… whatever she did in England after that. She's changed forever now. And, I don't want her out there alone with nothing to defend herself with. She's British for God's sake. Do they even have guns? Alice, do you even have guns over there?"
"Well. Farmers do, I suppose, and some of the police. But, no, not as a general rule, the local farm supplies shop sells air rifles, but I'm guessing they'd be quite limited in their usefulness against monsters."
"Idjits." Bobby repeated and stomped off to refill his glass of gut rot whisky.
Dean turned to Alice. "He's crotchety and a drunk. But the best there is. He'll teach you what you need to know. We have to go, we have some fucking craptastic stuff to do. I'll see you soon. Promise."
Alice stood there. Her backpack hanging from her hand, she looked around at the scruffy house, not a shelf was free of books. Strange emblems were painted on the ceiling and there were many knives and guns.
"He is one of the good guys isn't he, I mean, he's not actually going to just kill me or anything right?"
Dean laughed. "No, sweetheart, he's the best. By the time we get back, you'll know what most of this is. Just don't mess with his drinking, it upsets him." He ran his hand down her face again. "I'm sorry Alice. I'm sorry you got messed up with this. I'm sorry you couldn't have just trailed round the USA seeing stupid attractions and then gone home to your life."
"I'm not sorry Dean. I'll never be sorry. I feel like part of me has slotted into place, like I was meant to be here. I know it's going to be tough. I know I'll have days when I'll wish the same thing. But, this feels right somehow."
She smiled up at him, and as she did, their eyes met and then their lips met and for both of them a sense of peace enveloped them. He pulled her in tight, feeling her soft body against his hard one, their kiss deepened, and they both knew in that instant that their lives were now irrevocably intertwined. Dean groaned and pulled back, and looked at her. Her lips were full and her cheeks were flushed, she looked absolutely desirable, and he wished that he could carry her up to one of the bedrooms and finish what they'd clearly started.
"Well. Ok then" he murmured "that was, something."
"DEAN" Sam bellowed from outside.
"Dammit Sammy, I'm coming" Dean yelled back. He looked at Alice again. "I'll be back. Soon, and we'll do that again, properly, for longer, somewhere private where we can continue it. A lot."
"Good" She replied. "Go now. I have shit to do and a huge pile of weird crap to learn. I'll be seeing you."