Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, any little piece of it. All belongs to the amazing Kripke. Don't own the songs used either, Buckcherry- Out of line, or Mae- Suspension. The rest is MINE! All mines, especially Jesse Warner.

Special thanks to: Saphira-Glory for the scientific research; Anthony Rossner for the demonology info, you're my hero in shiny armor made of peoples bones; and especially to feralpixc for…everything! Posting NWHG early and hounding me constantly. Love you like Dean loves his coffee!

Change Of Season

Chapter 1: True Love And Life Lessons

Lately I'm alright
And lately I'm not scared
I've figured out
That what you do to me feels like
I'm floating on air

It was sunrise by the time I dragged my bruised and banged up limbs up the stairs to Room 19. I was covered in dirt, mud, and thicker things. Brown globs were peeling from my face in dried patches. In the solid humid walls of August Georgian heat my skin felt like it was suffocating.

I eased the door shut behind me with a sigh of relief. Oh sweet AC, how I doth treasure thee.

Sam was out getting coffee, so Dean and I had the room to ourselves. I couldn't help but smile at the sounds of a hot shower and Dean humming Enter Sandman the came through the bathroom door, left open an inch.

Fighting the sore protests of my battered body, I quickly pulled my tank top over my head. As soon as it hit the floor, I heard the familiar Iron Man chords of Dean's ringtone.

What do I say, I mean, its Dean's phone and there's this random chick answering it and where the HELL is it?

Pouncing on a pair of his jeans, I found my prize, and answered it.

"Dean's phone, this is Jesse speaking." I felt like some preternatural secretary, like Page Leong.

"Hi Jesse," a male voice answered with obvious unease. "This is Bobby, can I speak to Dean?"

"Uh..sure…one minute," I replied, covering the phone with my hand as I stepped in the bathroom.

"Dean! Phone! Its Bobby."

I could hear him swear softly as he turned off the water. When he pulled back the curtain there was already a towel wrapped and knotted around his waist. Water was still falling down that golden and toned torso in perfect beads, taunting me with their sparklyness, screaming "haha! You can't lick me you can't lick me!" like kindigardners.

Damn I need to get laid. Now.

"Yeah?"

I will sacrifice, I promise I'll behave.
I'll keep my head high, I'll keep my foot out of the grave.
I'm lucky i found you, You know you always speak the truth.
'Cause in my past life baby I got screwed.

"Who's the female?"

"She's another hunter, she's with us now. What's goin on man?"

Said hunter just did something with her tongue that made me bite my lip to keep from moaning into the phone.

"I need your help with this gig. Its gettin outta hand."

"Jeeze Bobby, talk like that, you're gonna make me nervous."

"The body counts gettin pretty high Dean, good reason to be."

"Alright dude, I'll have my trusty side-kick get on the net. Maybe geek boy can find something you can't."

"I truly hope so Dean."

"So, where to?"

"Sarasota, Florida."

He hung up, and I tossed the phone on the bed before streaking after Jesse to take that shower. A very long shower.

Say anything, but say what you mean.

Dean was asleep beside me, while Sam was working on his laptop, completely focused.

Normally the sound of his speed typing(still not as fast as mine, which he still didn't believe had nothing to do with being a werewolf) would have bugged the hell out of me, but I brought a new change to the Impala.

I got an iPod jack last week. 3000 songs and 155 horses, I was in heaven.

Easing the car to a stop, I slowly turned the key as the engine died and the music was silent, claiming a parking space at the Osprey Ramada Inn. I put a finger to my lips as I eased down the window. Sam merely grinned and nodded back. Couldn't open the door, it would ruin the point of stopping here.

I hugged my leather jacket to myself as I ran for the door. Even with the added liner I was still freezing my ass off. 40 degrees in Florida. In August! I was sooo killing this son of a bitch.

When I returned, there was a noteable dent in my inheritance, and two room cards in hand. It wasn't much, a drop in the bucket really. However, it was more then the Winchesters would spend on rooming in the span of 6 months. Still, I was determined to spoil myself, additional charges for adjoining rooms be damned.

"Why are we stopping?" a husky voice asked.

Dean was awake. I tossed a card to his younger brother before replying.

"Rooms. C'mon, get up and get your stuff."

I opened the trunk myself, grabbing my bag as Dean swiped the receipt, his getting just a little bit wide.

"Jesse…you know I would have"

See? Exactly what I was trying to avoid. His whole macho 'I am man and must cover all expenses' rule of life. I know most men were determined to apply it to all relationships, but when you live and work together, you gotta work out a system. We didn't.

"Its fine. Seriously. My pick, my pay. If you want, you can pay for lunch."

"Room service?" he almost croaked. I didn't have to be a lycan to see the reluctance in parting with his latest poker winnings.

"Hell no! There's a Hess station and a Subway a few minutes down the highway. I was gonna grab a sandwich and snag you a coffee."

His eyes literally sparkled with delight at the mere mention of his adored caffeinated beverage.

"God, I love you," He smiled, kissing me soundly on the lips. I half expected Sam to make some sort of crack, or maybe a face. But he didn't. He never did. Just did his little grin, eyebrow raise, try to look at something other then us; routine.

I laughed, "No, you love coffee."

He gave me one of those deep rumbly chuckles, closing the truck before replying, "Can't it be both?"

We walked side by side to the elaborate front entrance as I responded in turn.

"I dunno. I don't think caffeine would share you with me."

He stopped then, his facing getting stone-cold.

"I love you more then coffee. Seriously."

"I love you more then coffee too. Seriously. Now, lets SERIOUSLY get inside cause I'm freezing my ass off!"

We did. Maybe true love really does conquer all. Hey, if it can defeat coffee, I don't know what it can't beat. Hopefully nothing we would run into. Ever.

I'm not a bad man, I'm just a gluten for abuse. In my dirty hands a diamond clean and shackles loose.

"Jesse, this is Bobby Singer. Bobby, Jesse Warner," I introduced the two of them.

God, I hoped Bobby was alright with this. No, I was not scrambling for his approval, or anyone else's. But it would make things easier. And from what Sammy dug up on this gig, the last thing we needed were more problems.

"So, where'd you meet?"

When you whisper you want this
Your eyes tell the same

"I ran into the boys up in Wisconsin; helped me take down a shifter. Werewolf to be exact. And I'm…well.." I took a glance at Dean, silently asking if I should continue. We had already to the point where we had the 'couples language'; made up of looks and expressions that somehow spoke volumes.

He moved beside me, wrapping a warm arm around my waist and pulling me towards him.

"She's my girlfriend."

Bobby couldn't have looked more surprised if I told him ­what I was. Couldn't blame him either. I mean, come on, no offense to my beau, but it is Dean we're discussing here.

"So, how was Georgia?"

He was avoiding the subject. From what Sam found during the semi-short ride, I let it slide. For now. It had to be discussed sooner or later. But if he wanted to delay it, fine by me.

"Just a poltergeist," Sam spoke, "an easy gig"

two days earlier

"Dean!"

I was cold, wet , and shards of glass were imbedded in my back. Son of a bitch tossed me through a fucking window.

"Oh you are so dead," I groaned as I lept back into the house, finding Dean pinned to a wall with a knife suspended perilously close to one eye. I liked those eyes damnit those lovely hazel orbs were staying in that handsome head of this if was the last thing I ever did and where the fuck was Sam?!

"Sometime ­today Sam!" he shouted as I kicked the knife away. Said brother was fighting with his zippo. Damn Winchesters always forget to refuel!

And then it was gone. Dean slumped to the ground with a sigh of relief before kissing me like there was no tomorrow. We all lived to see another day, and we learned a valuable lesson. Don't be a fool, refuel your tool.

"Now back to the job at hand. What the hell is going on Bobby?"

And I'm straight out of line
When it comes to you

"Tell me what you know so far, and I'll fill in the blanks."

"Its freezing ass cold," Jesse stated blandly, getting well earned chuckles from everyone in the room, myself included.

"Seriously, the sea breeze has been thrown in reverse! The cold air is rising, and the hot air is being drawn down. Like something is draining it from the air."

Sam nodded before continuing, "10 women have died in the past month. All in their sleep, in a locked room, from either cardiac or respiratory arrest. Their bodies were completely exhausted, as if they'd been running an international triathlon."

"The only pattern we could find was that they were all hot babes in their early twenties," I added.

Bobby nodded, taking it all in. "Good work. The only thing you missed was that not only the wind currents but the storm systems have gone haywire. The tropical storm last week was spinning clockwise, instead of counter-clockwise."

"Anything else we should know?" Jesse asked.

"Yeah. All of the vics went to some form of party a few days before they died. There's a frat party going down tonight. Ask around, see if you can get in. Maybe you can catch the thing in the act. It's the biggest one going on tonight, so I'm hoping whatever the hell it is will show."

"Any theories on what exactly?" Geek Boy inquired. Couldn't blame him, it was a damn good question.

"Satanist, witch, hell maybe some sort of shifter. What ever it is, it can look human. And it's doing a damn good job at staying hidden."

"Well it can't hide forever," I began, "We'll find it, and kill the evil son of a bitch,"

Yep. Smirk, laugh, feign confidence. Hey, it made everyone else feel better. Helped that I believed it too. I just didn't know how long and how many more would die till we did.

A/N~ thats it! hope this didn't totally suck, seeing as I had to do a complete rewrite, save for a few paragraphs that I had handwritten. So please go leave me lots of love!!! ie: R%R!!