"I got a job for you."

"Where?"

"Chesterfield, Illinois. A supposedly haunted motel at the edge of town. Apparently a woman killed herself in her motel room a few months ago. 2 people have died in that room since."

"I'm on it, thanks Jill."

"It's just a ghost, but be careful."

"Always." I said and hung up the phone. Chesterfield it is, I thought, while I started my piece of crap car.

I was only a few hours away from that town so I got there before noon. I parked my car on the parking lot of the local Starbucks and took my laptop with me to do some research.

After a half an hour of digging, I only found a few things. The room the woman, Annabelle Ricks, killed herself in is room number 15. The other 2 women who died there, also in room 15, also committed suicide, but from what I read in the articles, they didn't have any reason to. Both married with kids, on their way home from a business trip.

I decided to go check out the motel and ask about the women there.

Fortunately I got lucky, there was an old, chatty looking, woman behind the counter.

"Hello my dear, what can I do for you?" She said while giving me that typical grandma-smile.

"Uhm, I would like a room, one person." I sweetly smiled back at her.

"So one king-size?" She asked while taking out her ledger for me to write my name in.

I just nodded in response. She Put her ledger on top of the counter after writing something in it herself. While writing down my fake name, I saw that she had already filled in the room number.

"Here's the key to your room. It's room 15, that's just at the end of the hall on the 2nd floor." She handed me the key and motioned the way towards the stairs with her other hand.

"There's actually something I would like to ask you." I hesitantly said.

"Sure dear, you can ask me anything." She assured me while still sweetly smiling at me.

"I work for the newspaper and I'm doing an article about strange deaths. I read something about a few women who died here? Could you tell me what happened or give me some information?"

"Oh you're the second person to ask me that. There's not much to tell really. It's been said that the women killed their selves because there husband cheated on them while they were away, at least what the police assumed." That's all she said about it, but I had the feeling she knew more than that but decided not to pressure her on it.

"Thank you. And what do you mean that I'm the second to ask that?" I was sort of surprised when she said that, it could be another hunter.

"Yes, a handsome young man came in yesterday and asked about the women aswell. I think he's in the room next to yours even." She checked the ledger and started nodding. "Yes, he's in room 14."

"Okay, I'll go ask him what he has found out. Thank you." I smiled sweetly at her one more time, picked up my bags and walked up the stairs to my room.

When I passed room 14, I considered knocking on his door and asking what he had found but I decided against it. I'll probably walk into him once.

I opened my room and it looked the same as every motel room does, a bed in the middle, tiny bathroom, table with 2 chairs and a tv.

I decided to take a shower before setting up my stuff, all the women died at night so I had plenty of time left. I turned on the water, but nothing happened. I tried the sink, nothing came out either. I guess that I will be visiting my neighbour.

I quickly threw on a pair of shorts and a sweater, put my stuff into my towel walked out the door and locked it behind me.

I knocked on door number 14, and waited for it to be opened.

"Just a sec!" I heard someone yell from the other side of the door.

A few seconds later the locks were being unlocked and the door opened. Without even looking at the man before me I started asking my question.

"Is your water wo-" I stopped in the middle of my sentence cause first of all the man was shirtless, and when I went higher up his body I saw that he was probably one of the most handsome men I have seen. His hair was still wet from his shower. I cleared my throat and talked again. "I see that your water is working. Would you mind if I showered in your room? My water isn't working."

"Uhm, sure, come in." He said with a cute smile. Damn he's hot. His hair was short but not too short, his eyes were a beautiful green, and he had some muscle on him, his jeans hung low on his hips.

While he locked the door behind me, I saw that his room looked just as sad as mine.

"I heard that you asked the woman at the desk for information about the murders." He said.

Normal people would be scared, being in a locked room with a man you don't know, who apparently knows what you did 10 minutes ago. But for some disturbing reason, I felt safer in a locked room, whether I was alone or with a stranger, I've always felt like that.

"Yes, I did and I heard the same thing about you," I turned around to face him and looked at him. God, he's handsome.

He gave me this tiny smile, which just made him look better. "So you work for the paper?" He asked.

"Yes I do. Why are you asking?" I casually said.

"I would like to know what you have found out if you wouldn't mind." I was about to ask why he was asking, when he took something from his bag and showed me his FBI badge.

"Okay, I'll tell you what I know. 3 women killed themselves here, in room 15, in 3 months' time. According to the articles I read, none of them had reasons to commit suicide. And the woman at the desk said something about rumours that their husbands had cheated on them while they were gone, but I don't believe her."

"That's all you got? 3 deaths over 3 months' time?" He raised his eyebrows at me and smirked. "You really didn't do your research thoroughly."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I said with disbelieve. "I'm sorry that I don't have a complete police database to do my research."

He started laughing a little, like he it was an inside joke that only he understood. "You got me on that one."

"So why don't you share your police database information with me?" I said as a joke, cause I know he wouldn't.

"You know I can't do that. Shouldn't you go take that shower?" He said while grabbing a black shirt from his bag and putting it on.

I was bummed that he had put a shirt on, so I just walked into the bathroom, shot him another sweet smile and locked the door. I caught him laughing a little right before the door closed.

I put my stuff in the sink, took what I needed, undressed myself and got in the shower.

I sighed when the hot water hit my shoulders and finally relaxed.

I couldn't help but feel more relaxed than ever. I don't know if it's because I haven't had a hot shower like this in weeks, or because there's someone at the other side of that door who would protect me, even if it was just cause I was in his room.

I took my sweet time showering and stepped into the bedroom more than an hour later.

When I walked out of the bathroom, I saw that the cop had fell asleep on his bed. I smiled looking at him, he looked adorable sleeping, and decided to leave a note.

'Thanks for the shower,

X Rebecca,

Ps: I'll be back tomorrow for another shower, see ya around neighbour.'

Unknown POV

"SAM!" I woke up screaming, like I have every night since it happened.

I sat up and ruffled my damp hair. Suddenly I remembered the girl who came in to shower. I couldn't hear the shower running anymore. I was about to knock on the door to check if she was still in there, when I saw that she'd left me a note.

So her name is Rebecca, it suits her.

No matter how hard I tried focussing on Rebecca, his face kept popping up in my head. It usually is there all the time, unless I had some serious distraction. Today was my first job without him, so everything I did felt wrong. Even if it was just getting in the car, I caught myself waiting for the passenger door to open and for him I get in the car. He never did.

I put on a shirt, my jacket and my shoes and left my room. I thought about going to Biggerson's, since it was almost 6, but decided against it, that place gave me too much old memories. Just thinking about that place, the leviathans popped up, so did Purgatory and Cas.

Speaking of Cas, where is that guy? I haven't seen him since Heaven opened up again. Yes, it's open. We have no idea how, but all the angels are back upstairs.

I have prayed and prayed and prayed for Cas, for any angel to come down here and help me, or at least do something about my messed up situation. Because I didn't think that I would be able to handle it any longer. But the angels weren't listening.

I was sitting in the Impala. She was about the only thing I had left. I stroked the leather coated wheel and smiled.

That's when I made the or worst or best decision of that day.

I got out of my car, stroked the hood as I walked past it, like I always do. I walked towards my room, but walked past it.

I knocked, once, twice.

The door opened and there stood Rebecca. My face lit up when I laid my eyes upon her beautiful face, her eyes seemed to do the same thing.

"Yes, agent?" She said with a mocking smile.

"I'm off duty, call me Dean." I could see that she was trying not to roll her eyes at my stupid line.

"So, Dean, what can I do for you?"

"Well, since I let you shower in my shower, I think it would only be fair if you would join me for dinner."

"I guess I'll get dressed then." She said after a short pause with a sweet smile, before closing the door again.