AN/: Don't own anything. Just playing with them.

Please let me know what you think!

This story is really old, I made it up ages ago. I think it may be good to know that it plays in early 1999. Imagine it like the Season 1 or 2 monster of the week settings. I dislike the later plot direction after the angels getting involved so I will just pretend that Sam and Dean are still trying to kill Azazel but that's about it.

"Yeah, why not." Bonnie agreed after considering this for moment. This Sam-guy may be a stranger but then she had her wand in her backpack and he was just a muggle so if anything went south she could get away fast enough. Plus he had a point, this kind of talk was in no way, shape or form fit for public, so she quickly tapped a text to her colleague telling her where she went, before she packed up her own stuff.

Meanwhile Sam was leaning on the now clean table and texted Dean that he was going to bring some company and asked him to keep some holy water at hand. As they had a demontrap under the doormat as a standard and also salted the entrance, they would know if this girl was human or not.

"Alright let's go." Bonnie said when she was done and gave Sam a smile before making for the library's exit. Soon enough they were on their way.

They arrived at the motel not much later, and Sam let her step inside after he had unlocked the door. Watching closely to any reactions on either the salt or the demontrap, the hunter relaxed when nothing happened and followed Bonnie inside. Just as he was about to look around for Dean, the girl made a startled cry as a glass of water was splashed into her face.

"OI, you goddamn idiot!" she screeched at the top of her lungs and managed to clock Dean fully in the face before he had a chance to back off. Apparently she didn't react to holy water either. Check that. Though her reactions were incredibly fast, not many people got to hit Dean, and she punched him pretty hard.

"Oh hey, a feisty one," Dean said chuckling slightly as he rubbed his jaw, while checking her out non to subtle. "Good taste here, Sammy!"

"What the hell?" Bonnie yelled, looking from Dean to Sam rather furious.

Sam slowly closed the door and went over to the fridge, grabbed three beers and handed two over to Dean and a still seething Bonnie.

"Errr, we'll explain that later. Dean? This is Bonnie, she works at the local hospital, Bonnie this is my brother, Dean.", Sam started, taking a swig of his beer, "Bonnie knows what is causing all those suicides, she had something in a book on mythical creatures."

"Bookworm, huh? Should have known Sammy!" Dean replied with a grin, before turning to Bonnie with a more serious expression, "So sweetheart, what do you know about this then?"

Rolling her eyes, Bonnie put her beer on the kitchen counter and sat down on one of the beds in the room. She pulled out her book and read the part about the dementors again.

"Is there a cure for this? Seems like it threw these people seriously off kilter if they decided to snuff it." Dean asked her, now intently focused on the job at hand.

"You can't cure the kiss of a dementor, but as far as I can tell no one was actually kissed. I would have known that for sure. Those people got trapped in their bad memories, but if a dementor kisses you, you're only the shell of a human, very much like patients who are in a vegetative state."

"So no one got kissed?", Dean asked.

"Not yet at least. If someone was only slightly exposed it's easiest to give the person some chocolate. It will cure them pretty fast." Bonnie replied, glaring at Dean when the hunter snorted at the suggestion of feeding the victims chocolate to prevent them from committing suicide. Having been in her second year of training as a healer when all hell broke loose at home she knew that Euphoria potion or touching a patronus would also help but why make things complicated with potions, and it would take a really strong patronus that would endure being touched and for it to be able to radiate the happy memories it was made of. Aside of the fact that it would be insanely intimate to see another's memories like that.

"Chocolate?", Sam asked, unsure if she was joking, but then again by the way she was eyeing Dean for laughing at her suggestion she was pretty serious. "So how do we kill it?"

"We, as in you two, won't.", Bonnie replied matter-of-factly. Apparently these two were completely off their rocker, but before she could say or do anything else, she was cornered by Sam and Dean who were now towering over her menacingly.

"Why not?" Sam enquired, grabbing her wrists none too gently, pulling her up. When he felt scars over the inside of her left wrist, Sam looked at her and help her into place with one hand while turning around her hand to take a look. 'I MUST NOT TELL LIES.' was etched to her skin in block letters. Meanwhile Dean had grabbed his shotgun from the bag and pointed it in her direction.

"Better 'fess up now sweetheart!", he just said.