When you reach Dean, he's almost at the bottom of the pool. Wrapping your arms around his muscular torso, you try to kick towards the surface. Something tugs Dean back down. You let go of him and ignore your instincts that tell you to swim away, to leave Dean and save yourself. Swimming to Dean's feet, you see nothing holding him down, and right as you turn up to try to save him again, something appears in the water. It looks like an old man, but he vanishes before you can get a closer look. Suddenly, Dean starts to struggle towards the surface. You grab him by his arm and help him swim up. When you both break the surface of the water, gasping and panting for air, Jess and Sam help pull you out of the pool.

After laying on the edge for a minute, you force yourself to sit up. You turn to Dean, and gently shake him.

"Dean? Dean, are you ok?"

"I'm fine." He opens his eyes and sits up. With a wide grin, he says "Thanks for saving my ass." You grin and reply, "Any time."

Dean and Sam ask to talk to you again, after the paramedics deem that Dean and yourself are alright and need no further treatment.

"So, was that how it happened? A kid struggles, a lifeguard jumps in to save him, and just dies?" Sam asks.

"You know, you guys claim to be Joshes cousins, but you've hardly asked about him." You say innocently.

"Um..." Sam looks like a kid who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He looks at Dean, who is still sopping wet. Dean says to you,

"Sorry. We just wanna know the whole story. I think it's time we head out Sammy." You feel a pang in your chest that is totally unfamiliar.

"Oh, um, ok." You hastily scribble your number on a scrap of paper and hand it to Dean. "Call me if you have any more questions." They nod and slide out of the booth. They have almost reached the exit when you jump up and race towards them. "Dean! Wait!" He turns around. "Dean, I think I was hallucinating because of lack of air, but, when I was down in the water, I saw this old man holding you down. I know it sounds crazy but I swear it's true!" You say frantically. Deans eyes are wide, and he says "thank you. That might help." He turns to Sammy and they leave. For some reason, You hate to see him go.

As your shift ends, You go to the locker room to change. All the patrons have left, and Jess and Angie went home early, so you think nothing of walking in and taking your shirt off, leaving you in only a bikini top and bottom. You pull your hair out of a ponytail and shake it loose. You start to sing and kind of do a little dance as you walk towards the showers. Thoughts of Dean fill your head. When you pull back the curtain, something grabs you and pins you to the floor. You let out a loud scream, and your assailant covers your mouth with one hand. He's sitting on your stomach, your arms pinned under his knees.

"Y/N! Shut up! It's me, Dean." You stop struggling and hold still. It is Dean and he's got that grin on his face. He's in his leather jacket and looks sexy as hell holding a shotgun. He slowly moves his hand away from my mouth.

"Dean," you hiss at him. "What the hell are you doing in here? This is the women's bathroom! And get off me!" Dean slides off and you rub your arms. You self-consciously cover your breasts with your arms and cross your legs. You glare at Dean, waiting for an explanation.

"Look, Y/N. You wouldn't believe me if I told you the truth. Plus you would be in danger. I just think we should forget this ever happened."

"No Dean. You're gonna tell me the truth or I'm calling the cops on you."

Dean turns pale and throws his hands up in exasperation.

"What is it with you?"

"I think I deserve the truth!"

"Fine! But you have to swear you won't tell anyone!"

"I swear."

"This pool was built on an old cement army. Now the spirits of those who were buried there are drowning lifeguards to get revenge. I think they think if there's enough drownings, they'll shut down the pool."

You give Dean a skeptical look.

"Look, Y/N. You said yourself you saw an old man, right?"

"Well, yeah."

"There you go."

Suddenly, Sam walks in. He grins seeing you practically naked and close to Dean. You take a few steps back and Sam says impishly: "Am I interrupting something?"

"Shut up." Dean says, turning red.

"But why are you doing this?" You ask Dean. "For Josh?"

"We aren't actually his cousins. We kind of do this for a living." Dean explains. "Look, just go home and everything will be normal in the morning."

Too creeped out to disobey, You grab your purse and head home.

The next morning, You pay special attention to your makeup and hair. You're really hoping to see Dean Winchester again. Hoping You didn't dream him up, you head to work. When you get there, there's Dean and Sam, sitting on the good of the beautiful Impala you saw yesterday. You walk over to Dean and smile. Sam gets in the car after winking at his brother.

"Hey," you say blushing.

"Hey," Dean responds grinning.

"Did you bust all the ghosts?" You ask.

"Yeah." Dean says. "You won't be having any more problems here."

"Great. Does that mean you guys are leaving?" You ask, hoping the pain isn't obvious in your voice.

Deans smile fades. "Yeah. We have to head to California."

"Oh. Well, um. I guess this is goodbye." You lean forwards and kiss Dean on the cheek. "Thank you." Dean hands you a piece of paper. "My cell number." He mumbles.

"oh. Ok." You say. This is really awkward.

"You know, Y/N. You're pretty badass for a girl. You could come with us." Dean says hopefully. "Join the hunt. You know. Savin people, hunting things. It's the family business." You smile, and think about it. You could just run away. Never look back. Be with Dean... But how stupid. You can't. You just can't. You don't realize you've spoke. The last part out loud until Dean says:

" okay. Well, until we meet again." He smiles tightly and climbs into the car. He revs up the engine and they pull away. You start to walk into work, and then suddenly run back to your car. You drive to your house at 10 miles over the speed limit. You stuff some clothes, wallet, toiletries, and a blanket into a duffel bag. You grab your emergency stash of cash and your cell phone. Punching in Deans number, you wait breathlessly. He picks up on the first ring.

"Hello?"

"Dean?"

"Y/N."

Sucking in a breath, you say "I changed my mind."