Disclaimer: These fics are based on real episodes from Supernatural. The characters and plots belong to the creator and writers for the show. If you want background on the OCs you can read the previous episodes.

Swap Meat

"Please." Dean grimaced and gripped the steering wheel. "I just ate."

She offered a mock scolding as she absently played a card game on her phone. "Dean that's not very nice. He's human."

"Half. He's half human." He muttered, referring to Dominic. A son of Lucifer. "And Jo's not stupid enough to fall for him."

"I didn't say she fell for him, but she's clearly interested. It's a good thing really." She added thoughtfully.

"How do you figure?"

She shrugged. "If she hooks up with Dom, she'll get over her affliction for you, and I won't have to kick her ass."

Sam laughed. "Obviously you have nothing but Jo's well being in mind."

"Obviously. See, Sam understands."

Dean resisted the urge to make a nasty crack about his brother and kept his eyes on the road. Lately it was better if he didn't say anything about Sam, joking or not.

"Speaking of school-girl crushes, Dean totally had a thing for this chick."

"Thanks Sam." He parked the car. "Because that's not in the past."

"Aw, you had a crush on your babysitter. That's so sweet…" Her smile dissipated when she saw he wasn't cracking. "Right, job face. On."

They were met at the door by a woman in her mid-thirties, blonde, of course and she looked alright for her age. She probably was a looker when she was babysitting. The woman smiled warmly at them, motherly.

"Wow, Dean and Sammy Winchester. All grown up."

"Donna, it's good to see you." Sam smiled. "This is Kayla, she's here to help."

The woman shook her hand and invited them into the house. Kayla always felt like an awkward addition to the brothers, mainly because of the varying introductions. She's a hunter, she's a friend, she knows what she's doing. It always seemed like an answer to the silent 'what's with the chick' question. After all, they'd called the Winchesters for help, not their side kick.

"Gosh, how long has it been?" Donna sat next to her teenage daughter, Katie, on the couch.

Sam was better with reminiscing. "Summer before sixth grade."

She laughed quietly. "Yes I remember, you assigned your own reading list."

"Aw, so the dork thing isn't a recent change." Kayla teased.

Dean smirked. "Nah, he was born with it."

He ignored them and stuck with amiable chit chat as he turned to Katie. "Your mom was the best babysitter we ever had."

"Back when I was a maid over at the Mayflower, before you were even a thought, their dad would ride into town and leave the boys with me while he…went to work. One time he was gone for two weeks."

"Two weeks?"

Dean grimaced with the less than affectionate memory.

"He always came limping back." She smiled. "He loved you boys."

"What did he do that whole time?"

Under the circumstances, Sam figured he could give a little. "Katie, our dad used to be an expert on getting rid of ghosts. Now so are we." That was a simpler, less disturbing explanation.

Donna nodded. "That's why we called them sweetie, they're here to help."

Dean made and acknowledging nod to Donna's husband as he entered. "Sounds like you've got a poltergeist."

"It started about a month or two after we moved in, didn't it?" He asked his wife.

"Yeah it started with just bumps and knocks, and scratches on the walls. Then it started breaking things."

Sam nodded. "Then it attacked Katie."

The father looked at Katie in concern. "That was two nights ago."

Donna nodded to her. "Show them."

Katie stood up and raised her shirt; on her stomach had been carved the words Murderd Chylde.

"Murdered Child." Sam read aloud.

"Katie." Dean started. "Everything's going to be fine. I promise. Why don't you guys take a little vacation, and we'll take care of it."

Donna looked relieved. "Thank you so much."