CHAPTER TWO:

She called the number on her cell and waited as it rang out. She took a deep breath and was about to hang up when she heard a voice. 'Hey Dean Winchester's phone.'

She sat bolt upright, 'Erm yeah Hi. Um I'm Tess I doubt Dean's mentioned me to you but I kind of need to speak to him about something. It's important and I need some advice.'

As Sam listened to her words he rolled his eyes. In his head he thought "Yeah we all know the type of advice she needs." He suppressed a snort, 'Well can I get your number to get him to call you back?' He knew if it was one of those girls Dean would never call back. He jotted down her number and said he'd pass it on.

Dean stepped out from the bathroom in just a towel. Wet footprints soaking into the motel's tan brown carpet and water dripping off him. 'Was that my phone?' Sam nodded as he carried on scouring an internet page. 'Ok Francis want to share with the class? Who was it?'

Sam lifted his head and laughed, 'Erm sec.' He pawed through some notes he'd made on the table and picked up the phone number. 'Her name was Tess said she needed your advice.' He raised a perfect eyebrow and smirked. 'What kind of advice would that be Dean?'

Dean frowned. Tess? Why would she call? They had parted on perhaps not the best of terms but she wasn't angry or wholly freaked when he told her what he did. Her voice was calm and she said that if he was leaving to go and if he thought that she was what he wanted to not hesitate and pick up where they left off. He grabbed the piece of paper of Sam and whacked him with it. 'It's not that kind of advice you pervert! She's probably got a case.'

Sam looked at his brother and couldn't help but suppress another laugh. It struggled at the corner of his mouth. 'Ok and how come you're so sure that's what it is?'

Dean wiped his face with his hand. 'Ok Sammy well I know Tess. I met her about a year ago and kind of maybe erm I dunno maybe I kind of told her.' Sam stood up and opened his mouth to speak then let it close like a fish. Dean held up a hand, 'Ok I know I've told two women what I do and what we do. But Tess man she didn't act like Cassie and get angry she listened. I mean really listened.'

Sam looked at his brother and said, 'Dean she probably didn't know what else to say and hopefully her listening can only mean that you told someone who thank God wasn't a firework ready to explode. How long did you know her? And please tell me it was longer than Cassie?'

Dean sat down on the corner of his bed. He was already wishing he hadn't left the shower so soon and had dressed before having this little chat with his younger brother. 'Well I met her doing a case in Michigan. She was at college there. She was really different not like all those other girls. We spent about six months together I know I never told you again and I'm sorry. We keep in touch sometimes the occasional text that's why I still have her number.' He looked at Sam whose mouth was open but he immediately shut it.

What shocked Sam more wasn't the fact that Dean had told someone but that he had kept her number and was still in touch? Dean stood up. 'Well I'm going to get dressed.' He crossed the room and closed the door of the bathroom and stood with his back against it. He dressed quickly and soon wrenched open the door and picked up his phone. He hesitated pressing the dial button but swallowed it down and stood with the phone held tightly to his ear his knuckles whitening with the force.

She picked up on the fourth ring. He knew she was as nervous as him because she was breathing fast and took loads of pauses. 'Hey Dean.'

The way she said his name still sent shivers down his spine. 'So you still in Michigan?'

She laughed 'No I'm back home.' He laughed. They had always joked that she would never go back.
'Ok you called me for some advice?' He couldn't deal with the pauses he would rather ask her and then face her properly when they got there.

'Well I think my friends have a poltergeist or something in their house. Don't ask me how I think that but I just do. You remember you saying something about lights flickering and scratching sounds. That kind of thing?'

He titled his head to one side. 'Yeah I do. But you sure they aren't just rats and bad wiring?' She said no. 'Well what else did she say was happening if anything?' Tess listed the inevitable and the shocking revelation that her fiancé had been pushed down the stairs although he wasn't hurt.

Tess spoke and broke the silence, 'So how long till you guys get here?' As she spoke those words her face instantly flushed.

She was thankful Dean couldn't see her face. 'Well if we shag ass we can get there by tomorrow afternoon.'

Sam mouthed, 'WHERE?'

Dean wrote all the address details and hung up. He was looking forward to seeing her but he was nervous. In Michigan he had only met a few of her friends and now he realised that he would have to see them all again he was nervous.

He looked at Sam, 'Come on we have got to get to that address by tomorrow.'

Sam looked at his brother, 'So how about you outline the case. It sounds pretty simple. Poltergeist right?' Dean nodded as he threw some clothes into his bag.

Sam carried on packing he knew that right now Dean wasn't thinking about the case. 'So! You ok?'

Dean looked up, 'Yeah Sam I'm fine. I'm just worried. I guess.'

Sam nodded, 'Well I'm sure it's perfectly normal. I mean it won't be easy seeing someone that you haven't spoken to properly for a while. Don't worry about it Dean. We can sort it out,' Dean nodded and carrying on packing.

All their lives they had spent packing up from shabby motels all over the country so this kind of thing was pretty normal. Dean threw his belongings into the Impala's trunk and started the car.