Title: Ghost's Aren't Always Evil

Author: Dez/Jezebel Jinx/VampireQueen21

Rating: Teen-light Mature

Couple: Dean/Liz

XO: Supernatural/Roswell

Summary: Dean and Sam have been hunting for years, but they come across a kind of spirit that they have never encountered before one that's not evil, and their very angry living friend.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, I swear to you. Although I wouldn't mind owning Dean for a while if not forever. But I promise I will give them back relatively unharmed.

Setting: Sometime during Season 1 of Supernatural and five years after Season 2 of Roswell.

Note: Since I'm just testing the waters on how well I can write Supernatural XO's this isn't going to be a very long fic. However I'm sure I'll have longer SN XO's later on, in fact I have one in the works right now that's going to be a long fic, but since this is my first more than a one-shot SN XO I don't want to get into a big long story. In other words I'm playing around to see what works for me and what doesn't work.

Prologue

Dean and Sam Winchester cautiously tread through the thick woods following a ghostly apparition, they'd been on her trail for a few months now. The spirit had done a number of malicious acts but there were times when all the spirit would do was play with the people of the near by town with tourists.

Although this ghost was one of the many they encountered both brothers' couldn't help the instant flood of excitement that flowed through their bodies. Since arriving in the woods, where most of the sightings took place, they'd been tracking the spirit, so far it hadn't turned around but the brothers knew it knew they were there. The ghost was playing with them.

Abruptly Dean stopped causing Sam to crash against his back. "Do you mind not backing into me?" Sam hissed.

"I didn't back you forwarded, now shut up. It just went into that cabin." Dean pointed straight ahead he would have continued but the cocking back of a gun hammer effectively cut off any further talking.

"She doesn't like being called 'it'." Slowly the two brothers turn around to face an angry young woman steadily holding a revolver, aiming it right at Sam's chest. "Mind telling me what you think you're doing on my property?"

"Why don't you put the gun away and we can have a nice calm discussion." The shorter one of the two gave a nervous smile and raised his hands up in a non-threatening manner.

Snorting she shook her head negatively. "Not a chance. Last time before I shoot you, what are you doing on my property chasing after her?"

"Like you could get off two shots before I'm over there wrestling you to the ground." He could tell that she didn't like his condescending attitude toward her, he realized it probably wasn't the best thing with her having the gun and everything but what else could he do.

"Somehow," She reached behind her pulling out a 9mm from the holster strapped to her back and cradled it expertly in a firm grip, "I don't think I'm going to have a problem shooting you both."

The taller younger one of the two spoke. "Listen, we're hunters, we were tracking the ghost. Do you know who it is?" The woman didn't even get a chance to tell them anything when a gust of wind rushed by the trio whipping their jackets everywhere.

"Told you she doesn't like being called an 'it'. She has a name you know," chuckling at her friends antics. Against her better judgment she put away her guns wrapping her leather jacket around herself keeping the wind away. "Come on Maria, stop, it's freezing out here already we don't need the wind machine goin'."

As quickly as it started it stopped. "Thank you." She ran her fingers through her hair taming it after the dance it was put through.

"I can honestly say that's never happened to us before. You know the ghost?" Sam questioned the strange girl. None of this was making sense to him, normal people didn't converse with ghosts and the ghosts normally didn't listen to the living all that well.

Rolling her eyes the woman pushed between the brothers and instant flare passed through her and the smart-ass, "Let's go inside and talk, it'd be a lot more comfortable in there then out here." She hurried up to her front door.

"Wait, what's your name?" Sam yelled as he and Dean jog to catch up.

She turned around but continued to walk backwards toward the cabin, "Elizabeth, but everyone calls me Liz."

TBC