Dean, Sam and Ali walked in to the motel room for the first time. "What the –?!" Dean said in shock when he saw that there were just two beds in the room, one single bed and one double bed. "I'm calling bets on the single bed!" Sam shouted and quickly put his stuff on the bed. "Dude what the hell? You can't just call bets like that! That's unfair!" Dean argued. "Oh, well I'm the tallest and biggest out of all of us, therefore I need more space," Sam defended himself. "Besides, it would be weird if I slept on the same bed with either of you," he then added. "Oh, and I suppose that it's not weird for the two us to sleep on one bed together?" Ali asked confusedly. "Well, honestly, not that much," Sam replied. "Dude?!" Dean was even more confused than Ali. Dean and Ali then decided to give up fighting with Sam and instead of it they started unpacking themselves. When they finished, each of them sat on the one side of the bed and looked at each other awkwardly. "Ok, you know what? Let's just make some rules," Ali proposed finally after some time of an awkward silence between the two. "Fine," Dean agreed. "You have your side of a bed, I have mine and no one crosses the line between them, ok?" Ali said. "I can live with that," Dean said jokingly and winked at Ali, who laughed at it.
"Ok, so what we got here? Five people being killed under the same circumstances at exact same time and place," Dean said when they were investigating the case. "I'd say we got some pretty angry spirit out there. Just don't know what's the motive, what connects all the victims," he concluded. "Well, I found out that all of the victims had some dirty secrets, no one knew about. I guess that may be the reason the spirit chooses them," Ali said. "Well, now everything what's left is to find who the spirit is and burn its bones before he attacks again," Dean summed up. "Yeah, that was Sam's part, I wonder where he is," Ali added. "I guess, we just have to wait for now," Dean said and lay down on bed. "You're right there's nothing to do for now," Ali agreed and lay next to him.
They've been lying like that for some time and they got really bored, so Dean did something he knew he'll regret soon. He threw his pillow on Ali. "Oops," he said playfully. "Dean what the hell?!" Ali looked at him confusedly. "Pillow fight!" he screamed with wide mischievous smile on his face, Ali knew that smile too well to know what was coming next. "Dean, no! We're not kids anymore!" she tried to pull away a pillow with which he was pointing at her. "Oh, come on! Does that mean we can't have a little fun?" he said playfully. "Oh, no..." Ali said knowing she'll regret this sooner or later and she repaid Dean his turn and hit him with her pillow. Right then both of them knew the pillow fight was on. They've been laughing and rolling on each other for some time when suddenly Ali landed on top of Dean. "Gotcha!" she screamed playfully. "Oh, I wouldn't say so babe!" he replied and quickly gently turned her on her back so now he was on top of her. "How do you like this?" he laughed and Ali with him. Then they suddenly stopped laughing and looked into each other's eyes longingly. Dean smiled at Ali tenderly and she smiled back. Dean started leaning into a kiss. "Guys?!" they heard Sam who was standing in the doorway looking shocked at what he just saw. "Sam!" Ali was first to recover and gently pushed Dean away from her; he just landed on his side of bed. "Sammy!" he said whit big awkward smile. "I don't want to know what was going on here," Sam looked at them with disgust. "It was just a pillow fight!" Dean tried to defend himself and Ali. "Whatever, we have a case to solve and an evil spirit to kill," Sam ended up the conversation.
"Ok, so for now we know the victims were being killed at same time and place and that all of them had some dirty secrets hiding from everybody else. What do you have?" Ali asked Sam as she got up from bed and walked towards the table he was at. "Um, well I know who the spirit is. It's Sir Thomas Beardsley; he was killed by his son Jeffrey 50 years ago. His son did for the fortune he inherited after his old men passed away. The key part is that Jeffrey got away with the murder; no one ever discovered the truth; mainly because he died few days after that in a car accident. This may be the reason he chooses his victims like that, he wants everyone with a dirty secret to be punished, because his own son was never punished for it. And guess what? He died at exactly 00:00, he woke up and couldn't sleep, so he went to kitchen to make himself some tea or whatever and he 'fell' down the stairs. That explains everything else," Sam explained to Dean and Ali. "Wow, you did a really good job there man," Dean said with admiration. "Ok, so do we know where he is buried or who the next victim is?" Ali asked. "He was buried at cemetery at his old house," Sam was already on his laptop searching through some stuff. "I'd say that the mayor may be our next victim, I overheard him talking to some dealer, they have a meeting today at midnight in front of the town hall," Dean said. "Great, so what are we waiting for?" Ali said and grabbed her stuff; guys just looked at her confused. "You know it's already 23:30, do you?" she said and guys went to grab their stuff too.
In a few minutes, they were at the place. Dean and Ali were in impala in front of town hall waiting for the mayor and Sam went off to burn the remains. "So, um, what happened today...," Dean started the awkward conversation. "What? You mean the moment we shared when you were laying all over me on that bed?" Ali got it straight as was her style to do it. "Dean, you're just my friend, we're nothing else. You know that, don't you?" she looked at him caringly. "Yeah, I know, of course," Dean smiled at Ali sadly, trying to hide how much it hurt him. "But you're a dear and very close friend to me. In fact, you're the closest friend I've ever got," Ali smiled at him, she knew Dean too well to know how he felt. "Ok, let's get this job done already," Dean changed the topic quickly.
They were right about the spirit and everything else. They finished the case quickly and Dean and Ali headed towards the motel, while Sam had something to do in city and said that he'll come later. As soon as the two of them arrived to the motel it started to snow heavily. "Wow, it's getting pretty cold," Ali stated when she got out of the impala. "Yeah, it's freezing," Dean agreed and two ran in to their motel room.
"Damn it!" Dean screamed. "What?" Ali's head peeked out of bathroom as she just finished taking a shower. "The heating's off!" Dean explained. "All of it?" she asked. "Yes, all of it," he replied. "Damn... that's bad. Well, give me a minute, I think I have an idea of how we can warm ourselves up," she winked at Dean and her head disappeared in the bathroom again. "Should I be scared?" Dean said jokingly. "No not at all. In fact, I think you're going to like it," she replied jokingly. "Oh, dear God," he grunted. "What?" "I said: 'oh dear God'" "Ohh," Ali laughed.
After Ali got out of bathroom she approached the wardrobe, opened it and took out all the blankets that were in it. She then put the blankets on hers and Dean's bed (and one on Sam's for when he comes back). Dean was just calmly observing what she was doing. Ali then started to search for something in her bag. "Ahh, here it is!" she then exclaimed and pulled out an old whiskey. Dean then sharpened and took out all of his supplies of alcohol that he got with him. "I see you got the idea," Ali winked at him and crawled in to bed. "That's a good idea how to get warmer," he replied and lay next to her. "So? What's the plan, to get drunk as much as possible?" Dean mischievously smiled at Ali. "That and maybe we can watch some cheap horror or something to get in the mood," Ali replied and with those words she turned on the TV and started searching through the channels. "Sounds about good to me," Dean said contentedly and opened one of the bottles. They were lucky because there was just starting one super cheap horror (or at least for them it was super cheap). So, they started watching the film and drinking. They were laughing hysterically to the stupidity of the movie and the two were having a great time. Suddenly the TV picture started to disappear. "Gah," Dean grunted while Ali bravely climbed out of bed in her summer shorts and undershirt pyjama and tried to repair it with few punches. Fortunately, she was successful. As she was trying to reach TV her T-shirt went a bit off and showed her perfect body. "Oh, if you only weren't my friend, damn..." Dean sighted while watching her. "Yeah, well, your bad," Ali crawled into bed again and took a sip from his bottle. "Agh, how come it's still so cold," Ali said with disgust and leaned tightly next to Dean, she even put her head on his shoulder. Dean wrapped his arm around her gently and smelled her hair. "Mm, your hair smells nicely, what it is?" he asked with an interest. "Demon flavoured ghost shampoo," Ali said jokingly. "Hm, why does that not surprise me?" Dean laughed. "I don't know, maybe because you know me so well?" Ali replied in a joke. "Yeah, that I do, that I do," Dean smiled happily. "I have a feeling that this is going to be a looong night, you know? Friend," Dean added drunkenly and took a sip. "Yeah, well, we need to keep busy somehow. Friend," Ali replied as well drunk as Dean. "What if we play truth or dare?" Dean suggested. "Nah, we need more people for it," Ali disagreed. "Nope, we can play it just in two. Come on, it'll be fun!" Dean poked Ali gently. "Alright then, you start." "Ok, truth or dare?" "Dare!" "I dare you; you can't reach the statuette on the TV!" "Ha! You just want to see my body again, don't you? Friend. Well, let's see about that!" and with those words Ali climbed out of the bed drunkenly and started trying to accomplish her assignment with Dean amusingly observing her. After that both of them did a few other stupid things, dared each other or demanded the truth from the other one, both of them were just really drunk. "Truth or dare," Ali asked Dean at one point after the endless chain of the same questions. "Truth!" he exclaimed. Ali rested he head on Dean's shoulder, while he had his arm around, they felt really comfortable sitting like that. "Ok, so umm... What do you think about me? Honestly," she asked. "I think that you're amazing," Dean answered suddenly in a sober voice. "Really?" Ali was all of sudden sober as well. "Yeah, I mean, all that you've been trough? And you still manage to be an amazing person and the best friend," Dean said caringly. "Wow... Well, I think that you are a great guy Dean," Ali replied and smiled at him. For a moment they starred at each other, their heads tightly next to each other.
"Ugh," Ali yawned when she woke up covered in blankets. "Morning, sunshine" Dean smiled at her. "Morning, sleeping beauty," Sam added amusingly. "Good morning, what the hell happened last night?" Ali looked at Dean frightfully; he just smirked mischievously at her. "Oh, god, I hope we did not..." she was in shock. "Oh, no, no, no. Nothing happened, you just fainted. We were really drunk," Dean explained. "Phew, that's good then," Ali laughed and Dean and Sam with her. "It's still snowing, isn't it?" she then asked. "Yup, it's a snowstorm," Sam answered. "So, no way out?" "Nope," "What are we going to do?" "I have no idea," "Me neither," "Well, I know I ain't getting drunk again," "Me too," "So, what's the plan?" the three of them discussed their situation. All of sudden the lights started to go off and heard a loud swoosh. "Son of a– " Dean grumbled. Suddenly a man in a skin trench coat appeared in front of them. "Cas! What the hell? Did you really have to scare a hell out of us?!" Dean yelled at him. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, but it's urgent," Castiel explained. "Oh my god! You are the-you are the angel you guys told me about!" Ali's voice was shaking with enthusiasm. "And you must be Ali, nice to meet you," Castiel approached the girl. "It's an honour," the two shook hands. "Cas, you said there's something urgent," Sam said. "Yeah, what is so urgent?" Dean added. "You three have to get out of here," Cas answered. "Yeah, well, that's lovely. Don't you think we wouldn't love to get out of here? Hell yes! But have you seen the weather lately? There's no way how to get out," Dean said bit angrily. "Yeah, and why do you want us to get out?" Sam added. "I understand that and I'll help you to get you to some safer place. You are in a great danger here," the angel explained. "Oh, how unusual," Ali groaned sarcastically. "What danger?" Dean asked. "Demons are after you, because the spirit you killed was in past one of them, they were trying to resurrect him," Cas said. "What?!" all three of them said in unison in shock. "Yes, I'll explain you the rest on the way. Now please pack your stuff, we need to go," he added. "But where are we going?" Ali asked while packing her stuff. "Some place safe, you'll see" Castiel answered. "Uh, so typical," Dean mumbled.
On the way Castiel explained to the three what was happening. Sir Thomas Beardsley was in fact an old ally of demons; he was only possible host of one of the mightiest demons, Beelzebub. His son Jeffrey killed him on purpose, he knew about his demonic plans, therefore he got kicked be the other demons. Now, demons wanted to resurrect Sir Beardsley so Beelzebub could posses him and cause chaos. Now, they were following Dean, Sam and Ali, because they unknowingly crushed their planes.
Finally they arrived to an old abandoned house. "So? You call this safe, huh?" Sam asked. "It's covered in angelic signs, demons can't get to you," Cas explained. "Fine, I suggest we get in," Dean proposed and they walked towards the house. "Uh, guys..." Ali suddenly stopped and pointed in front of her. There was a huge horde of possessed people getting towards them. "Quick! Get in!" Castiel shouted. "No! You bastard! Ahhhh!" Ali squeaked when one of the demons tried to get her. "AHHH!" she screamed and Dean quickly jumped in to help her while other demons approached them as well. "Get of me!" Ali was fighting a hard battle still with the same demon who was trying to kill her. Dean tried to help her get rid of him, but other demons kept getting in his way. Unfortunately, when he finally made his way through demons to Ali, the demon stabbed a knife into her. "NOOO!" he shouted and ran towards her to catch her falling body. "Ali, nooo!" he cried while holding her in his arms. "Dean...," she gasped and her eyes closed slowly. Suddenly all the demons disappeared; it was Castiel and other angels, they managed to get rid of them for good. "Finally!" Sam yelled. "Well, that's awesome! Someone call 911 please for god sake!" they heard Dean who was leaning over Ali's wounded body. "Oh my god!" Sam finally realised what happened and pulled out his phone to call ambulance. "Oh, no," said Cas who quickly approached Dean and sat next to him. "What?!" Dean screamed with tears in his eyes at angel who observing the knife that cut Ali. "It's an ancient knife, made by angels. I'm not sure of anyone who gets stabbed with him can be ever healed," "What? No, no, no. You have to do something with it, please. I beg you try something, anything!" Dean cried. "Ambulance is going to be here in 5 minutes," they heard Sam from backwards. "I'll try everything that's in my power, I promise," Cas assured Dean.