"Dean, stop!" Taylor giggled as Dean slid his arms around her waist with a grin. Dean gave her a long kiss on the cheek and Taylor turned her face towards him so they were now kissing on the lips. Dean heard a door open a few feet away and they pulled away from each other to find Sam standing at the door, looking a little embarrassed to be intruding.

"Oh, sorry," Sam said quietly, blushing a little. He kept his eyes nervously on the ground as he walked across the room, grabbed his laptop and then stood by the door, obviously not leaving anytime soon.

Dean guessed Sam needed to talk to him about something and quickly turned to Taylor and gave her a quick kiss before signaling with his eyes that he needed to talk to Sam. She nodded, understanding perfectly, and smiled at Dean before walking out the door. Dean saw that Sam's eyes followed her as she left and when Sam caught Dean looking at him he quickly looked at the ground nervously, cleared his throat and took a seat on the chair at the hotel room they were staying at.

"I found something in a local paper about these weird deaths happening at this Lake Redding nearby," Sam informed Dean after a few awkward moments of silence. Dean stared at his brother who was booting up his laptop, probably to research more about whatever he was talking about.

"And you don't think these might just be accidental drownings?" Dean asked him.

"I don't know," Sam started uneasily. "There have been four in the last two weeks." Dean's eyes widened, realizing that his brother could be on to something.

"Well, that does seem a little out of the ordinary," Dean agreed, rubbing his chin and pacing across the room.

"So, do you want to check this out then?" Sam asked, looking over at Dean from across the room.

"Definitely," Dean agreed quickly and stopped pacing. He took a seat on the edge of one of the two queen beds in the room. There was a pull-out couch in the sitting room where Dean slept. He trusted Sam and Taylor in the same room but he did admit he got a little uneasy when Sam stared at her.

"So, are we taking Taylor?" Dean asked casually a few moments later.

"You sure she's not going to distract you?" Sam teased with a grin and Dean shot him a look before responding.

"Please," he started. "I'm a professional." Sam concealed his laughter with his palm as Dean continued. "Besides, her parents are hunters so I'm sure she can deal with this kind of stuff."

"Yeah, but she never mentioned having any experience hunting evil spirits or anything like that," Sam pointed out and Dean realized his brother was right.

"Look, she's tough," Dean said. "I think she can handle it." Sam turned back to his computer, realizing that there wasn't much more to argue about with Dean because he would always have something to say back.

Taylor was Dean's current girlfriend and they'd met around 2 months ago at a job they were doing in Idaho. An extremely dangerous creature was holding her hostage since it knew that her parents had been hunting it and was close to killing her before Dean, Sam and her parents rescued her and destroyed the creature. Taylor was extremely grateful and she and Dean immediately hit it off. Taylor's parents had begun to trust Sam and Dean so they allowed Taylor to go on a few hunts with them for a few weeks. This was the first hunt they had discovered since she'd came with them but Dean wasn't so sure he was ready to see Taylor possibly in danger again.

Even though he hadn't known her, Dean always felt a pang of sympathy and another part of him almost took over when he had to save a girl. They always looked so helpless and Dean couldn't help but have a fighting need to make sure they were saved ASAP and the creature or spirit trying to kill them was brutally destroyed. Taylor was a great girl and Dean was already starting to really fall for her. He didn't want to end like Sam if something ever happened to Taylor just like what happened to Jess. He could never forgive himself for that and vowed to never let it happen.

Not to mention, Taylor was totally Dean's type. She was fearless, tough, gorgeous and wasn't needy at all. Dean did love being the hero and coming to the rescue but it was nice not to have to worry about if Taylor was okay constantly. She had been holding off the creature that tried to kill her months ago pretty well with minor damage; only a few cuts and bruises that had healed. Taylor had long dark brown hair, amazing green eyes and tanned skin. She had a great figure and Dean knew that she could be a model if she ever wanted to but knew that wasn't exactly Taylor's favorite career choice.

Dean told Sam that he needed to go to the bathroom and departed the room quickly. He walked quietly into the sitting area in their hotel room and saw Taylor sitting on the pull-out couch watching the local news. She had probably heard Sam talking about the job and probably wanted to research and see if it was on the news at all. Dean grinned and tiptoed to the back of the couch. He put his hands on her shoulders slowly and felt her jump a little. She swung around and slapped him playfully on the arm, obviously startled.

"Whatcha watching?" Dean asked curiously, even though he probably already knew the answer.

"Just the news," She replied casually. "I heard you and Sam talking about local drownings so I put on the news and they just finished talking about it. No one knows what's causing it though." Dean stared off, wondering if something evil could really be causing these drownings. He realized he had to be right after what he heard from Taylor next.

"You know what the weirdest part is though?" Taylor asked him, not waiting for a response before continuing. "All of the victims could swim. Their families are dumbstruck because they don't know how it happened."

Dean nodded, deciding that this had to be his kind of case. How else would good swimmers drown in a lake where they'd probably swam their entire life? He'd dealt with angry spirits in the water before and knew that this wasn't going to be easy.

"That is weird," Dean agreed after a few moments of thought.

"Do you want to check it out tomorrow?" Taylor suggested, looking up at Dean from where she sat on the couch.

"Yeah, I'll go talk to Sam now." Dean agreed and started to walk away from the couch to Sam's room but Taylor grabbed his wrist, holding him back.

"I'm coming too, Dean," She told him sternly, staring into his eyes.

"I don't know if you should . . ." Dean started and trailed off. Taylor looked at him confused and slightly offended. Dean didn't know what had come over him but when he thought of Taylor being put in danger he felt less confident than when he had talked to Sam a few minutes previously. He knew he'd never be able to forgive himself if he'd let Taylor come just to put her in danger.

"W-what?" Taylor asked a few moments later, making sure she'd heard right.

"I just don't know if you should come with us," Dean stated and Taylor shot him a glare.

"What, you don't think I can handle it?" Taylor asked with a glare, sounding offended. She got up off the couch and walked around it until she was right in front of Dean. She looked up into his eyes and suddenly she flashed back to memory of when she was 12 years old . . .

"Mom, Dad, why can't I come with you?" Taylor whined, trailing behind her parents as they rushed around the house gathering clothes, weapons and other items they'd need for their latest hunt.

"No sweetheart, it's too dangerous," Her father told her sternly, pulling on his brown leather jacket he always wore and had had forever.

"I can handle it!" Taylor told them, trying her best to sound tough and mature but she could tell her parents weren't listening to her. She knew they only wanted her to stay safe but she hated being alone while they were off on adventures. The biggest adventure she went through was going to the dance with the cutest boy in school.

"We'll be back in a few days, hun," Her mother told her with a smile, kissed Taylor on the forehead and departed. Her father gave her a big hug and quick kiss on the cheek before he departed behind her mother, leaving Taylor alone and wishing that once her parents would let her go on a hunt with them.

Taylor snapped back to reality, hearing her boyfriend talking to her sternly. "I just don't want anything to happen to you," Dean admitted, putting his strong hands on her shoulders and looking right into her eyes. Taylor almost fell under his spell but snapped back and glared at him, pushing his hands away.

"Well, I can take care of myself!" She shouted at him and took off in the direction of her room when she realized Sam was in there. She sighed and then took off towards the bathroom. She was almost there when she felt Dean grab her shoulder and swing her around.

"I know you can," He told her.

"Look, I can and will take care of myself so I'm coming with you and Sam on that hunt and there's nothing you can do to make me not go." Taylor told him with a glare and stormed off to the bathroom, locking herself inside before Dean could stop her again. She slid down the wall and collapsed into tears, having an overwhelming feeling of déjà vu.