Episode: Season 6 - Live Free or Twi-Hard 

A new vampire case had sprung up in Limestone, Illinois. Which is why I was now wearing a short, red mini-dress with heels as I danced in the Black Rose club. Sam was scoping out the place for vamps while Dean had checked in the alley out back. I probably should have been helping too but I had too many drinks in my system by now for that. I'd been drinking pretty heavily, I guess, since Dean dropped the Lisa bombshell two weeks ago. We'd barely talked since but when we did, it was only to argue. But I was so drunk now because of the conversation I'd overheard.

~ 2 Hours Earlier ~

I walked out of the diner, leaving Sam to buy his own food. In my was a hot-dog, chili oozing out of the red-and-white checkered carton with mustard smeared all over the top. I looked down at it lovingly, about to take a bite when the sound of Dean's voice stopped me dead in my tracks. He was leaned up against the Impala, talking on his cellphone.

"So, uh, I'm actually not far. I'm about a night's drive," he was saying into the speaker and I stopped to listen, "Well, there's some stuff I got to do here first. But I was thinking that, uh, I'll wrap up here and, you know, make sure I'm not followed. I'll have to take side streets, and I'd have to come at night-"

My blood boiled in anger and I threw my hot-dog down onto the ground, chili splattering all over the sidewalk. Marching over to him, I ripped the phone from his hands and heaved it across the road where it broke into fragments.

Dean gaped at me, "What was that for?!"

"Who were you talking to, Dean?!" I hissed, eyes hardening.

He bit his lip and I scoffed, nodding.

"Yeah, that's what I thought. Don't forget who you're in a relationship with, D. Unless that's the plan, that is," I bit out sarcastically before spinning on my heel.

Why even wait for his reply? It's not like it would mean much anyway. I already knew it was Lisa on the end of that line.

~ End of Flashback ~

Oddly enough, it didn't concern Sam as much as it used to. Maybe he'd just gotten used to our fighting by now. I bobbed my head to the beat, hair flying in my face as I danced, oblivious to everything and everyone around me. A couple of minutes passed before I finally looked up and noticed that Sam was gone from the bar. I frowned. He was just sitting there a minute ago. Pushing my way through the throng of moving bodies, I made my way outside. Up ahead, I could just hear the sounds of scuffle and a groan.

"Dean..." I breathed, breaking into a run.

My heels click-clacked on the cement, splashing in puddles as I went. But when I rounded the corner, I saw Sam just standing there. Flicking my eyes to what he was looking at, I gasped, putting a hand to my mouth. Pushed up against a dumpster was an injured Dean with a vamp smearing blood across his mouth. And Sam was just standing there, unmoving. But when he noticed me beside him, immediately he pulled a knife from his inside jacket pocket and charged towards the vamp.

Sam slashed at the vamp but he dodged it and ran off down the alley. Quickly as I could, I ran over and knelt by Dean. I frowned as I gazed down at my boyfriend. Blood covered his lips and the area around his mouth, his green eyes droopy.

"Parksy..." he said quietly and I nodded to him.

"It's okay, Dean, I'm here. Me and Sammy are here." I assured him as Sam helped me get him back to the hotel room.

He started to freak out though once we got back to the room. It all was just too much for him - the noise of the sirens passing by and the bright fluorescent lights overhead. I remembered it all too well. It had been three years since I had turned but the memories of it all never left me - super-hearing, super-strength, sensitivity to light and oh, yeah, my favorite, blood-lust. It was horrible. In fact, if it wasn't for Philippe, I don't think I could have gotten through it.

"Dean, you should sit down," Sam advised him.

"You sit down!" Dean snapped at his brother before continuing as he finally sat down on the bed, "Out of all the ways to die, I never thought I'd be going out like this,"

Sam just sighed, grabbing the car keys before exiting through the door.

But before he did, he called over his shoulder, "I'm gonna go out for some fresh air. Watch after Dean while I'm gone,"

The door slammed closed behind him and I rolled my eyes.

"It's not like there isn't fresh air inside," I muttered, walking over to kneel in front of Dean.

He was looking this way and that, cringing every so often at a new far-off sound he heard with his vamp hearing. My hands came to rest on his knees then and finally, he met my eyes.

"Dean, you're not gonna die. Okay? We'll figure a way out of this, we always do," I tried to calm him down but he just shook his head.

"Samuel's gonna kill me when he gets here," Dean protested vehemently, referring to him and Sam's newfound grandpa.

I shook my head, "No, he's not. I won't let him, alright?"

A sigh escaped his lips and it broke my heart when I saw the defeated look in his emerald green orbs.

"Yes, he is, 'cause I'm gonna ask him to because you won't do it," he informed me and my mouth formed an 'O'.

"Okay, just hold on a second-" I tried to say but he cut me off, pushing past me as he got up off the bed.

"For what, huh?! Look at me!" he shouted.

I shook my head once more, standing up to join him, "We can figure this out!"

"How?!" Dean snapped before going silent a moment and stepping closer to me, "Why aren't you freaked out?"

I frowned in confusion, "What are you talking about? Of course I am!"

"Really? 'Cause I can hear your heartbeat, and it's pretty steady," he growled.

I scoffed, "Dean, look, I have an idea. A way to fix you-"

"Come on, Park. I'm a monster, okay? This is not a problem that you spitball. We got to deal with this before I hurt somebody," he said, pacing around the room, "Besides, why would you want to fix me? I thought you loved vampires,"

"Oh, I do. Hello, Spike, remember?" I said with a smirk before shrugging, "I mean, I did love Twilight, too but I mean, come on, vamps don't sparkle, Edward,"

Dean shot me a pointed look and I went silent a moment before walking over to him.

"No but really, I still remember what it's like to go through the transformation - everything's heightened. Emotions, physical pain and suffering, worries, fears - and it all blends into one thing - hunger. And it's hard to fight. Believe me, I know," I explained, cupping his face in my hands.

There were dark circles under his eyes and I could tell this was taking a toll on him.

"But in case you've forgotten... Dean, I got cured," I continued and this time, he looked up at me with wide green eyes.

"You did, didn't you?" he asked before stepping closer to me, "How did you do that?"

A sigh emitted from my lips as I shrugged, "I went to a lot of places looking for a cure. With Philippe's help, of course. And together, we found out a family held it. Some well-kept little secret of theirs that we uncovered,"

Suddenly, I noticed how close we were standing. I smiled up at him, caressing his face with my fingertips but he pulled away, making me frown.

"I-I-I got to go," he started to say but I stopped him with my hand.

"No. No, you can't just-" I began when he cut me off.

"Believe me, I wish it was different," he said, moving away from me again.

"Just stop!" I ordered him and finally, he did and turned to glance at me.

He sighed, "I can't be around you right now, Parker..."

I bit my lip then, finally realizing what he meant. He was afraid he'd bite me - that he'd hurt me or worse, kill me. Stepping over to him, I wrapped my arms around him in a hug. I felt him tense underneath my touch but he didn't pull away. But in the blink of an eye, that changed and he pulled back just enough so that his forehead pressed against mine. A hungry look filled his eyes but I wasn't scared of him.

He leaned in close to my neck, hands gripping my shoulders. His lips grazed my skin, making me shiver and lean into him. But just as suddenly, he ripped himself from my embrace, turning away from me. I fought the urge to make a Twilight joke and focused on him in that moment. My Dean.

"Dean-" I started to say but he cut me off.

"I gotta go."

And with that, he was out the door. Sam and Samuel arrived a little later, Dean in tow and thank goodness, the cure worked for him. We headed to our next destination after that and I couldn't help but think we'd bonded - Dean and I. We were still having our issues over this Lisa thing but still...I had something in common with Dean that she didn't. I knew him in a way she didn't. So just maybe I had the upper-hand in this thing after all... Just maybe.