A/N: Sam finds himself sleeping with the Protector of Souls, and has yet to find out what is going on.
Disclaimer I don't own Supernatural, it's all just for fun.
Somewhere a phone was vibrating, demanding his attention, but he wasn't ready to open his eyes just yet. He had done an unforgiving thing. But he could not stay mad at himself. It had felt so right. She had felt so right.
He had lost his soul the moment his lips touched hers. She had tasted like toothpaste, so fresh and clean. Her hair was still damp. She started to move away from him but he would not let go. Just a second more. That was all he asked for.
He had not felt this way in a long time. It had been over a year since he had been with Jess. It still felt like a knife cutting in him every time he thought of her, lying in bed with another girl, did not make it less, but somehow it had changed. He knew this was okay.
The vibration started again, a little chuckle from the girl forced his eyes open.
"We could have used that vibrator before." she smirked as Sam started to laugh. He held her tight before letting go and reaching for the damned phone.
"Yeah?"
"Sam, are you okay? Christ, I've been calling for over an hour now!"
Sam looked at the girl as she sat up and grabbed her top and pulled it over her head. The magic was gone. Not really gone, but he had to get his head in the game. She was actually one of the bad guys here. She had three ghosts stashed away somewhere.
"Yeah I'm fine, give me a few seconds I'll get the door."
He hung up and grabbed his clothes and for a few seconds he couldn't find his boxers, not until she giggled and pointed at a lamp across the room. He face blushed as he recalled the feverish undressing. Her towel had been the least of it. His jacket and shirt had been ripped off, but her hands had struggled with his jeans, the mere thought of that made him smile. His shirt had been torn, but as long as he kept his jacket on no one would notice.
He waited for her to get dressed before opening the door.
The smile on Dean's face said it all. He knew. Sam kept his game-face on, as Bobby stood behind Dean with a not so pleased look. Sam moved so they could enter. The girl sat on the bed combing her damped hair.
Dean and Bobby walked carefully over the salt line, making sure not to disturb it. The last thing they wanted was three angry ghosts smashing up the place. Dean had his 12 gauge on him, refilled with rock salt, ready if anything weird was about to happen.
Sam looked at the girl and it struck him. He didn't even know her name. This was so not like him, this was more of a Dean thing. He shook his head as he reached for the girl. She turned and looked at him, puzzled to what he wanted. But she got up.
His hand was stretched out towards her, but she felt unprotected with the other two strangers. She held his hand tight. She looked puzzled at them all. This was for sure a strange group.
"This is my brother Dean, and this is our good friend Bobby."
I stood there petrified, but somehow I managed to stick out my hand. My voice sounded strange and foreign as I whispered.
"I'm Emma, but mostly people call me Mouseā¦"
I stopped. This wasn't like me. I'd almost told them about the voices in my head. I looked at the gunman, his eyes were so green and his lips so full, but he did somehow not tempt me in any way. Not like his brother had. I hadn't asked him his name. So I kept quiet until someone would use his name. This was so embarrassing.
Suddenly I didn't feel alone. They where here. My imagination was back. Tough I could not yet see them, they where here, ready to fight. And I knew who they would start with.
The temperature dropped all of a sudden. Dean and Bobby stood back to back, weapons all drawn. Sam turned and tried to get to Emma, but he was pushed aside. The three ghosts where somehow inside the room.
"Sam!"
Dean screamed and was over him in a split second. Dean grabbed Sam's arm and pulled him onto his feet again.
"Damn I hate ghosts! They never play fair. Show your faces you damned cowards!"
"Uh no, no." Emma started mumbling before she screamed it.
She fell before Sam reached her, shielding her with his arms. Her arms held him tight as she whimpered and moaned from pain.
"Porter no, stay oh god don't leave me. No, no, no."
All the lights and the TV started to flicker as she moaned Porter's name over and over again. But he was gone.
Her entire body shivered as the temperature went up. Sam held her as kissed her soft hair.
"We will find a way outta this Emma, relax. This is what me and my brother are good at. We just have to regroup and find out what the ghosts wants with you? Okay, so please relax I'm not letting go, I promise."
Bobby looked at Sam then at Dean.
"We need to talk, alone!"
Sam reached under Emma's legs and got up with her and laid her on the bed covering her. She kept her eyes closed as tears ran down them. Sam couldn't help but feel helpless.
He got up and followed Dean and Bobby.
"Sam, before I start telling you about what is on the bed in the room, I need to know one thing."
"Okay, Bobby."
"Did she taste any of your blood? Has she bitten you or anything that might have let her taste your blood?"
Sam remembered he wasn't the one with the bite marks.
"Uh no, she didn't bite me. Why?"
"She is the protector of souls."
Dean was impatient.
"Yeah we found her, now go to the bad part, why are there ghosts all around her?" He snapped, cutting Bobby off.
"She summons them, or at least that is what I think she does. But she shouldn't be a she in the first place. All the lore says that it's a male."
"Guess the lore is wrong then."
"Guess so, I can only tell what I have been told from my contact from Europe, and that isn't much. She controls souls, any souls she gets in contact, will obey her. She can send them to heaven or hell, she can make them kill for her should she choose to. The only way of controlling her is to make her feed on blood. That binds her. How or why I don't know."
Dean snorted, looking at Sam to make sure he has no bite marks. Sam just held his jacket closed and tight around his neck, where he had a sneaky suspicion that he had a hickey. Dean sighted and told Bobby to continue.
"Well there are books about this, but they are hard to come by, since there were only written 25 copies back in Italy around 500 BC, neither I nor any of my contacts have ever seen one. So, if there is a copy out there, it'll be a hard thing to get our hands on it."
"So how do we do this? Do we kill her?"
"No! Dean we do NOT kill her. What is wrong with you?"
Dean looked at Sam, clearly not understanding his argument. Sam clenched his fists and relaxed before continuing in a calm voice.
"We don't have to kill her, she might not understand what she is. She looks and acts confused and I'm not going to kill her unless that is the absolutely only way to stop her."
"We don't know what is going to get her. The only thing that we know for sure is she is on the run from the demon that freed her."
"Freed her?" Dean looked concerned.
"I don't know that either Dean, we are going to have to wing it."
"Aw, I'm good at that."
Dean smirked.
