I wasn't surprised to wake up alone. I had heard a lot about Dean Winchester over the last few months, and while him sneaking into a girl's hotel room just to snuggle didn't fit his pattern, him not being there when she woke up was well within his MO.

Of course, not being surprised is not the same as not being hurt. I knew he was a bad Idea. I knew I should have walked away when I ran into him. That man had trouble written all over him. I was kicking myself as I took off my night shirt and dug through my suit case, looking for some clean workout clothes. I was going to go for a run with Ninja, clear my head.

I caught sight of myself in the mirror on the wall. I sighed. I barely recognized the girl in the mirror. Sure, my eyes were still blue, but they were harder than they were even a couple of years ago. My hair was still long, dark blonde, but it hung straight down my back. My lifestyle didn't lend much time to styling. My skin was still mine, but it was scared in new paced. My curves were still there, but my muscles were more firm. I bit my lip, fingering the scar that was visible just above the white cotton of my panties. It was the only scared I had earned that brought happy memories. I was lost in my own mind, thinking of those times as my eyes traced my reflection upwards. My eyes widened as they met green ones in the mirror. Dean's gaze was hungry as he stood in the doorway, and I flushed, frozen.

Once again, Ninja saved my ass, barking. Dean averted his eyes, although I don't know what. At that point he'd seen pretty much most of me. I snatched my towel off the chair I'd hung it on, covering myself as best as I could. Dean cleared his throat. "I brought coffee." His voice was hoarse as he set a Styrofoam cup on the table. "I figured you might be feeling rough, and we have to get on the road pretty early."

"I stopped drinking way before you did. I feel fine. But thanks." I was flustered, but I reached for the cup and took a sip. "Wait… We?"

"Yeah, we. As in, we need to get to Kansas by tonight if we are going to get to the job that Sam just stumbled on by tomorrow night. It's going to be a long drive."

I was confused and exasperated. "That wasn't actually an answer."

"You didn't actually ask a question." Dean's eyes were mischievous as he continued. "I hope you can get that old truck up over 40."

"First off, it has a 5.0 liter v8, thank you very much." I took a deep breath. "Hold on, what makes you think I'm just going to follow after you when-"

Dean got serious very quickly. "This isn't a discussion. You want to hunt, fine. But damned if I'm not going to make sure you do it right." Dean's eyes held mine firmly for a moment before he shut the door, leaving me alone with Ninja. I scrambled around, getting dressed as quickly as I could, rushing out of the room after Dean, but he was gone. So was my truck. I checked the room and sure enough, my keys were gone… and so was my self control.

I leashed Ninja and stormed to the Winchester's room. I pretended the door was Dean and pounded on it until I got an answer.

"What's going on?" Sam looked concerned, then confused as I pushed into the room. I was really lucky Sam was a gentleman. I was being pretty rude, and he could have thrown be moodily into the parking lot at that point and, looking back on it, I wouldn't have blamed him.

"Where the hell is Dean?" I was just a step below shrill.

Sam sighed. "Look, whatever he said, he means well-"

"Said my ass! He stole my truck!"

Sam raised his eyebrows. "Well, of all the things my brother does to piss off women, that was not the one I expected."

"He doesn't make a habit of grand theft auto?" I crossed my arms, glaring at Sam.

"No, he's done that before. I just-"

Dean strode in, looking smug. "There you are." He smiled at me. "Did you know your gas gauge was broken?" He was so nonchalant sounding… I just… Freaked. I walked up to him, took a swing- and felt him catch my wrist. "You need to work on that hook. I can see it coming a mile away."

"Dick." I muttered under my breath, wrenching my hand away.

"That's not nice."

"I take it she's not coming?" Sam looked amused.

"Yes, she is."

"Uh, probably not."

Sam sighed. "Oookay. I'm going to go load the car."

I was alone again with Dean. Feeling his eyes on me stoked my anger. "What do you want?" I didn't have the energy to yell.

"I want to go to Minnesota and work this job."

"And that involves me?"

Dean took a step towards me. "I want you to come with us. Okay?"

I was baffled. The last time I saw Dean, he was adamant about staying away from me. He was so confusing, so infuriating. And dammit, he was enflaming too. I rolled my eyes. "I don't get you. What's changed? You couldn't get away from me fast enough when we first met. If you feel bad about last night-"

"I don't."

I bit my lip, taking a deep breath. I didn't want to address last night if I didn't have to, and if I went with them it would be the big old elephant in the room. Of course, Dean had my keys, and it wasn't like I could wrestle them away from him. I found myself in another situation that felt inescapable, save for making a very bad decision. "Okay, fine. So, what, is it like, opposite day?"

Dean smiled. "Sure. Let's call it that."