A/N: Thanks for all your comments! And I'm glad you like this story.

Thanks again to the amazing Lani for being my beta.


"Where have you been?" asks Sam, following Dean around the 'recreation' yard.

"What? Did you miss me? Dude, you gotta grow up," Dean smirks. Sam ignored him, shaking his head.

"Look, we're getting out of here tonight. That ghost is history, Dean. We're leaving."

"Not yet we're not," says Dean, sitting down on one of the benches. Sam stands over him in a huff.

"What?! Deacon's getting us out tonight. There is no later!"

"There's another ghost killing people though," Dean says, gaining Sam's interest.

"Another ghost? Where?"

"In the infirmary. When I was getting fixed up by the nurse, it came in and killed Tiny. Lexa - she told me about her; she used to be a nurse at the prison decades ago before she was killed. Wasn't the greatest nurse, and used to kill inmates back then as well. Lexa said-"

"Wait, hold up. Who's Lexa?" asks Sam, confused.

"She's the nurse; the one that's alive. She was with me in the infirmary when the ghost killed Tiny."

"So she knows."

"Duh, Sammy, keep up!"

"Look, if the only reason we're staying is because of, Lexa was it, then I'm leaving."

"We're staying here because it's what we do; because people are being killed."

"Fine," Sam hisses. "Where is she buried?"

Dean smirks. "Yeah about that, uh, I don't actually know."

"What, your little girlfriend didn't tell you?"

"Dude what is your problem?" Dean asks, standing up.

"You're acting like this is a joke. You're not taking it seriously Dean! We're in prison and you're still hooking up with girls."

"We just talked. Look, why the hell should I explain myself to you. Like you said, we're here on a hunt, so let's focus on that."

"You focus on that!" Sam yells, shoving him.

"Jerk!" Dean calls as the guards intercept them.

"Take him to the infirmary. He's bleeding through his bandage," the guard says as the other roughly grabs Dean's arm.


"Winchester?" asks Lexa, walking into the infirmary smiling. "You just can't keep out of trouble."

"In my defence: I didn't start it," he says.

"Dean you're in jail. Don't you think it's a little late to be calling on your defence?" she jokes. He laughs and smiles up at her.

"So what have we got this time?" she asks, pulling on some gloves. She pulls off the bandage, making Dean wince.

"The blood's clotted nicely. You won't have anymore bleeding as long as you stay out of trouble."

Dean nods.

"I need you to do me a favour."

"Mhmm," she says.

"Nurse Glockner. I need to know where she's buried," he says watching for her reaction.

"Alright," she says throwing everything in the bin.

"I'm serious Lexa, I need you to find out," he says again.

"I know and I said I would," she says facing him. They stare at each other for a moment before he pulls her to him, their lips meeting. She slides her arms around his neck leaning up against him.

"This is wrong," she whispers when they pull apart.

"Feels good though doesn't it," he grins before capturing her lips again.


A/N: And that's Part Two. In the next part there will be sex, which is why this story is rated M, but I thought I'd let you know. Please review?