Authors Note:

I know I really shouldn't be starting a new story, but I couldn't help myself. I received the sweetest review from Claria who loves this ship almost as much as I do. This is set after Caroline graduates Mystic Falls and before season one of Supernatural. Enjoy!

His cellphone felt heavy in his pocket, like the entire weight of the world was resting in there. He knew it was well past time to call Sammy, well past time to ask for help. Dad had been gone for over a month, and Dean had spent three weeks of that time desperately searching for some kind of clue. His entire life was based on being like his father; almost every move he made was because John Winchester told him to, or because deep down Dean knew that John would tell him to do it anyway. Maybe he did all of that as a way to get close to him, because he thought that if he was exactly like his dad then he would have to pay attention to him. He would have to respect a carbon copy image of himself right? But at the end of the day Dean knew his father respected Sammy a million times more because Sam stood up to him, he was his own person. Which is probably why Dean was so hesitant to call him, to tell him that for the first time in his entire life he was alone and he didn't know what to do. There were no orders, no one to follow, no one to protect. All there was was Dean and he didn't like it at all.

He'd followed some leads, and it had all gone cold about a week ago. Somehow he had ended up in this small town somewhere in Massachusetts, in a dive bar named after some chick that probably wasn't worthy of having any kind of bar named after her. The waitress strutted over, leaning close and giving him a clear view down her shirt. He raised an eyebrow as she poured another shot of whiskey and slid it to him. He knocked it back quickly, reveling in the quiet fire that spread down his throat in its wake. He barely noticed being poured another drink, and leaned back, deciding that it would be a good idea to get monumentally wasted tonight and call his brother in the morning.

Dean's eyes scanned the bar, taking in the different faces that surrounded him. He almost looked right past her, but it was as if she was a magnet. He was instantly intrigued, watching as the pretty young girl leaned casually over the bar, and snatched up a bottle of vodka. She popped it open and generously poured it into the soda in front of her before returning it. Dean had seen a lot of pretty girls throughout the years, hell he'd slept with a lot of pretty girls but none seemed to carry the air of confidence that he felt from this one from across the room. Her hair was blonde and curled around her face, and he could see how her eyes were the most beautiful green color. She looked up and they locked eyes for a moment before she smiled. He felt his entire body grow hot, and his breath catch in his throat. This girl would be a great distraction. She laughed, shaking her head and turned away from him. Dean's eyes narrowed, that just wouldn't do. He was Dean Winchester and girls didn't laugh at him unless it was a giggle while they wrestled. He stood up, threw back the rest of his drink and walked over to her.

"Hey," He slid into the seat next to her, shooting her what he knew was his most crooked and endearing smile. It was the kind of smile that made girls melt and he took full advantage of it in that moment. She glanced up, an amused look on her face.

"Hello," She swirled her drink around, looking up at him through long eye lashes. He leaned closer, taking in the planes of her face in the dim lighting.

"I'm Dean," He held out his hand, waiting for her to grasp it. He was very surprised when instead she laughed.

"I'm not interested," She responded casually, taking a deep sip of her drink. His eye brows raised so high on his face he was half sure they actually hit his hair-line. That was not the response he was expecting, not at all.

"Excuse me?"

"Oh I'm sorry, are you one of those foreign guys who doesn't speak a lot of English? I know there's a bunch of you over at the college," Her tone turned friendly, like she was speaking to a child. "I appreciate the offer, but I'm not interested," She started gesturing with her hands, trying to explain through elaborate motions what she meant. He wanted to be furious, to find some major flaw for why she would turn him down, but the way she babbled was absolutely adorable. He almost wanted to laugh and decided it would be even more fun to play along.

"Volete ballare, bella," His italian skills were limited, especially since he never spent more than a month in the same school but he thought he might be able to pull it off. Her eyes widened, and he saw the flecks of gold among them.

"I don't understand what you're saying. I'm sure you're very nice," She said very slowly, and he could sense that she was getting a little agitated especially when he repeated the same line again. She sighed heavily, and started shaking her head. "You really can't understand anything that I'm saying?" He shook his head, smiling lazily. "So I could say anything right now and you wouldn't know what it meant. That's kind of funny. Here I thought you were just some typical bar crawler looking for an easy lay. I don't give them the time of day. I guess you're kind of cute though, for somoene who can't speak to me or anything. Might be good for a rough and tumble. Oh my," She suddenly started giggling, her hand flying to cover her mouth. He tried desperately to stop the laugh bubbling in his throat. It would completely blow his cover. "I can't believe I just said that. I never say stuff like that. God, I was Miss Mystic Falls. If the council could hear me now. I have to stop. Thanks for listening to me babble, not that you really had a choice," She got up to walk away but he caught her hand, bringing it gently to his lips. She couldn't surpress the shiver that ran through her body when his lips made contact with her skin, but forced herself to walk towards the stage. Dean couldn't believe when she stepped onto it, taking the microphone and looking throughout the bar.

"Hey everyone, I'm Caroline. Hope you're all having fun tonight," The crowd responded loudly, and she rewarded them with a brilliant smile. Dean leaned against the bar, watching the way she captivated the audience. "Hope you enjoy it," She smiled again, closed her eyes and began singing in a deep sultry voice that seemed to move right through him.

I've heard there was a secret chord

That David played, and it pleased the Lord

But you don't really care for music, do you?

It goes like this

The fourth, the fifth

The minor fall, the major lift

The battle king composing Hallelujah





Your faith was strong but you needed proof

You saw her bathing on the roof

Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you

She tied you to a kitchen chair

She broke your throne, and she cut your hair

And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Baby I have been here before

I know this room, I've walked this floor

I used to live alone before I knew you.

I've seen your flag on the marble arch

Love is not a victory march

It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

There was a time you let me know

What's really going on below

But now you never show it to me, do you?

And remember when I moved in with you

The holy dove was moving too

And every breath we drew was Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

He didn't take her eyes off her and when she opened her own they locked with his. This Caroline girl was something completely different than anyone he'd ever met, and he'd only known her for a total of ten minutes. All of which were spent with her shooting him down and him throwing poorly constructed Italian sentences at her.

Maybe there's a God above

But all I've ever learned from love

Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you

It's not a cry you can hear at night

It's not somebody who has seen the light

It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

You say I took the name in vain

I don't even know the name

But if I did, well really, what's it to you?

There's a blaze of light in every word

It doesn't matter which you heard

The holy or the broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

I did my best, it wasn't much

I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch

I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you

And even though it all went wrong

I'll stand before the Lord of Song

With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah


Time seemed to stand still as the song played on and her voice filled the almost silent bar. When the last note struck, she took a quick bow and smiled brightly at the audience as they applauded her.

She was stunning, and he decided that he wasn't about to give up. He caught her before she had fully stepped off the stage, just as the music kicked back on and drew her close. She started to protest but he simply shook his head and pulled her onto the dance floor. They were in a sea of people but he felt like she was the only one. Her skin felt cool to his touch, and he gently ran his hand down her bare arm, resting his other at her waist. They danced slowly in circles, neither saying a word. They just looked at eachother and for the first time Dean felt like someone saw right through him. He caught himself before he audibly groaned when the song ended. She pulled back and smiled slightly.

"You're a lot more fun to be around when you're not trying to hit on me in a foreign language. You're actually kind of cute," She tilted her head to the side, and he shot her a smile. He stepped forward and leaned in real close to her ear, letting his warm breath tickle it. He felt her shiver underneath his hands and delighted in it.

"Gotcha," His chuckle turning into a full blown laugh that shook his enitre body when she jerked back. The look of shock on her face was almost as adorable as the angry look that soon followed.

"You've got to be kidding me," She pushed his shoulders roughly, and he was surprised when he scooted back a good few feet. The girl had some strength in that tight little body of hers.

"Can you blame me," He asked, stepping towards her. "You wouldn't give me the time of day before, but the second you thought I couldn't understand you you got real friendly. I think you might have offered a rough and tumble in fact," He winked, smirking at her. Her eyes narrowed and she pushed away from him.

"Just another scummy bar crawler, seriously, get a life," She stormed off, determined not to look back at the man. She felt his hand enclose gently around her wrist, pulling her back against him. Her eyes were level with his chest, and she couldn't deny the fact that it was a very nice chest. Or that she really didn't mind the way his arms enclosed around her, and how he pushed her flush against him. She bit her lip and looked up at him, delight flowing through her body when he looked at her like he was going to devour her.

"I'm not just a bar crawler and I'm going to prove it to you, Miss Mystic Falls," He told her, dipping low to brush a kiss over her cheek. "See you around, Princess," He left her standing in the middle of the dance floor, a hand raised to touch the spot on her cheek that he had kissed, and decided he could definitely afford to spend a few more days before he called Sammy.