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Ok, thank you ppl! You're reviews make me want to give you all big bear hugs! Reviews are really wonderful and I know I keep repeating that, but I'm only repeating it because I really mean it. It's what keeps me writing.

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Chapter seven: Cold As Ice

My conscience told me to stay there and explain everything. My instinct told me to run. My own wish was just to cease to exist.

My whole face turned red when Dean advanced, swearing under his breath. He minded the glass and stretched out his hand with a grim expression. "Just when I thought the day couldn't get any more awkward."

With a sheepish smile I placed my hand into his warm palm. I stared intrigued down at our hands as I felt his skin burn against mine. When his fingers wrapped around my hand, I took a simple leap to avoid the glass by my feet. "Thanks" I squeaked when he put a hand on my shoulder to push me ahead of him.

"Don't mention it, squirt."

"You sure know how to draw attention to yourself." Sam said, leaning against the bar counter when we arrived with a few steps.

"She has a wonder of making things fall." Castiel concurred with a hard and cold stare. I didn't dare look up in case I would meet those eyes.

Dean grinded his teeth together. Then he gripped me my shoulders and placed me in front of him with my back turned to the counter. Intensively he stared into my eyes. "This isn't holding up. Alright?"

I knew that voice to well to think that he was joking, and that feeling wasn't comfortable at all. He pointed at me with his tense fingers. "You need to be completely honest with us for a sec. Okay?"

Automatically I reached up my fingers and gripped the necklace that was around my neck. "O-okay?" This isn't good. This is not good! I tried to keep the panic I was feeling inside of me from revealing itself through my face.

Dean looked away just for a second as if he was trying to find the right words.

At first Castiel tried to concentrate on Dean and me but there was a feeling that tugged at the back of his neck. For a second he felt like some negative energy was coming closer. He tore his eyes away from us when he felt it even closer than before and his feeling was confirmed when he saw the chubby kid, Alex marching towards them. The boy was closing in with decisive steps along with his friend Tim who looked like he wanted to disappear. Alex looked upset. Castiel tugged at Sam's arm without looking away from the boys.

"There you are!" Alex burst out before Sam picked up the warning. The chubby boy shoved Sam out of the way to access Dean and me. He shoved his hand towards me but before we both knew it, he was squirming with pain. Castiel simply held the young man's arm away from reaching me in a firm steady grip. He was watching Alex curiously with his head titled to the side.

"Cas, it's ok." Dean said and reached his arm out a little bit. Castiel simply let go.

"What's your problem, man!" Alex snorted to the angel and took a step away from him while massaging his sore wrist. When he finally calmed down he looked at me again. "Tell him I'm not lying!" He pointed to his friend who looked embarrassed down at the floor. "Tell him what you saw. Tell him you saw the ghost!"

Dean snapped his head from the boy to me, looking both puzzled and disturbed. "Whoa- wait. You saw something?"

I opened my mouth to say something, looking from Alex to Dean, but nothing came out. Helplessly I shrugged my shoulders.

Furiously Alex shoved his finger into my chest. "I know what I saw, and you saw it too! Don't you dare deny it!"

Suddenly Dean, feeling protective and responsible stretched his back into his full length and stepped in, shielding me from Alex. He towered over the kid, looking down at him with a dangerously threatening way. I definitely heard a click in my head when I saw that, and my cheeks suddenly glowed red with pride.

Sam hurried to turn Alex around when he saw his brother's reaction. He gave Dean a significant smile. "Hey, buddy." He spoke to Alex. "Take it easy, okay?" He pushed him away. "There's no need to get violent and angry, right?"

Alex twirled around and gave Sam a hateful glare. "You can say that when you've seen a ghost and no one believes you, asshole."

Tim patted his friend on the shoulder. "Alex, maybe we should just leave."

"Yeah, Alex." Dean spoke clearly standing back with me again, but this time leaning against the counter beside me. "Maybe you should."

Alex suddenly looked defeated. "But-but you saw it." His voice really reflected his look. "You made it disappear and possibly saved my life." He gave me a last look and then let himself be guided out of the hotel by his friend.

I took a deep breath and brought my hand up to my temple. That episode was special. Dean cleared his throat beside me to get my attention, and then I found myself standing as a living entertainment for three men once again. I sighed after a few seconds and lowered my hand. "Yeah… I saw the spirit."

"Did you really save that guys life?"

When I turned to look into Dean's eyes I expected him to look judgmental, but I was surprised to find so much softness featuring in his green eyes. I blushed. "I don't know about that… I just made her disappear. "

Sam stepped closer with a scowl between his eyebrows. "Her? Leticia Gore? The funny role-play script ghost?"

"Fit's the description."

"Description…" he said in an undertone manner.

Dean sighed dejectedly and then looked at Sam. "Now we have a haunted house smacked with freaks playing Ghostbusters, yearning to see a little fake spirit. They have no idea what they're dealing with. Great…"

"Well, at least we can go around ghost hunting too without looking like idiots. You both look like Sam and Dean." I said with a positive tone in the last sentence, but then I nodded to the side realizing the stupid thing I said. "Well, that's because you are Sam and Dean. Except for Cas. He'll look like… himself." I had to turn my head to the side to keep them from seeing me roll my eyes at myself.

For a moment Cas glanced at the side of my face and then glanced innocently down at his trenchcoat as if he was trying to figure out what he was doing wrong.

"You've got a point." Dean said and clapped his hands decidedly together. "Right, so now all we have to do is keep these nerds from seeing the real spirit. Piece of cake, right?" The sarcasm was unnoticeable in his voice.

Sam rolled his eyes while he turned around walking into a different direction. "We should go and ask at the reception. See if they've got any information. They probably know something."

Dean sighed and quirked his eyes up with a fake smile. "I swear, this job is going to kill me."

"I was under the impression that you have done this before, Dean." Castiel responded with a simple scowl.

"It's a figure of speech, Cas. What I'm talking about is the freak-game. People dressed as me and Sam, pretending to be us." He shook his head. "I don't get it."

I could see his jaw clenching, and for a second I wanted to reach out my hand and pat him on the shoulder and just tell him that everything is okay. I just wanted to tell him he was a hero, and no matter how much he ever wanted to deny it, he was just going to have to live with it. Finally Dean scoffed and smiled with a shaking head. Then he jumped up and started following Sam.

"Hey, wait up!" I squealed when I saw all the guys marching away.

Dean turned around and pointed a finger to me. "You stay here."

"What? No! I want to go with you guys. We stand a better chance of defeating-"

Dean held up his hand looking confused. "Whoa- Wait! We? There's no we."

I silenced.

"Tell me something…" Dean said and watched me closely. "Have you read the books?"

"No-"

"How'd you know what these nerds are doing then? How'd you even know they're imitating us?"

"I-"

"Or better yet, how did you get here?"

Now that was tricky. Apparently Cas had told them where he had deserted me. I really wished I had an invisibility superpower. "I took a cab."

Dean didn't look impressed. "Cab, huh?"

"Yeah…"

"Must have cost you a fortune."

I scowled up at him and tilted my head to the side. "What are you playing at, Dean?"

"This isn't a game, Allison." He lingered with his eyes in mine for a few seconds as if he was searching for a hint of a lie. Then he turned to Cas. "Cas, you stay here and keep an eye on her. I don't want to have another kid on my mind." He continued after his brother, but then he twirled around with a crooked smile looking at me again. "Oh and… I'd appreciate it if you had your eyes on Cas too. Make sure he doesn't do anything… embarrassing." He continued.

That made me chuckle.

"Dean…"

He turned around once more. "Yeah…"

I felt like telling him the whole thing. Not about my secrets. I just wanted him to keep more people from dying. I wanted to tell him to burn the remains of the kids, but then that would mean my exposure. I just had to find another way to save the people. To save Fritz.

I sighed. "Nice coat."

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With a sigh I sat down on a bar stool and leaned my face into my hands. Without a word the angel sat down beside me.

Well, this is awkward, I thought when neither of us said anything after a couple of minutes.

A few times Castiel rolled his eyes to the side to look at me, but I didn't see it. Then suddenly something flashed through my head, and I turned to him. At first I was enthusiastic but when I met his unsure eyes a blush floated over my cheeks and the feeling washed away from me. Then instead of sounding at least a little normal I stumbled over my words.

"I-uh… I was wondering… uh… Can-can you read minds?"

Before he answered he watched me closely and thoughtfully for a few seconds. "Sometimes."

"Oh… ok. Cool." Satisfied with the answer I turned back, staring flatly at the wall. Even now I'm not entirely sure over what he answered. I only think "sometimes" is what he said. I didn't listen. I just stared at his gorgeous face.

The minutes went, the silence never broke, and when I finally found got guts to face him, my face wrinkled into a puzzled mask. Although I knew Castiel's character and probably knew every single quote he ever said, I was still finding it hard to experience him in this kind of way. It was… different. He was sitting on the stool looking very stiff with his straight back and his hands neatly placed onto his lap. He was quietly staring into the wall with a stoic mask.

"What are you doing?"

In the most innocent and modest way, he rolled his eyes to the side followed by his face with a slightly confused expression. "I'm doing nothing." He said in a deep voice.

"Exactly… You're not doing anything. Dean said nothing embarrassing."

That didn't look like it made him any smarter. "I don't understand. This is wrong?"

"Well, humans don't sit and do nothing the way you do. Frankly, you look like a robot."

He scowled and lowered his eyes to look down at the relaxed hands on his lap. "What should I do?" He didn't feel all that useful here. There wasn't much he could assist Dean and Sam with, that's why he wanted to make everything he did perfect. He wanted to help Dean and Sam even if it meant acting human.

"Well, first of all," I said with a bright smile, my creative and random side suddenly triggered. "If you sit like that all day, straight back, hands on thighs: people are going to start think you're a psycho or something."

He frowned again, but I managed to ignore it and relaxed my back, resting my arms over the counter. "Relax. Try this for a sec."

He studied my position for a while and then slowly, being a little unsure of himself and his movements, he managed to pull it off. . At first it looked like a pose and completely unnatural for him. It took him a while to look comfortable in the position

I put my finger to my bottom lip and studied him a bit. There was something that wasn't quite right with the picture. He eyed me, looking quite worried, almost like a little boy who was afraid he wasn't going to pass a math test.

"That's it," I said delightfully and snapped with my fingers. I think I saw him flinch. I'm not sure. "We need to get rid of a few layers. Off with the trench coat."

The moment I had mentioned it his eyes had triggered a display of pure worry. Oh, that pushed a nerve. Obviously he didn't want to take the coat off. I smirked a little. "You'll get it back. It's only for a couple of seconds."

"Very well." He said flatly, after a minute of thinking about it. He slipped off the trench coat and placed it on the stool beside him. He had worn the trench coat for a very long time, not giving it any special attention. That is also why he had never had a reason to take it off; it had never been in his way. But now that he was finally going to rid it, an odd feeling of purpose and missing invaded his mind. Not only that he had mentally gotten used to the trench coat was one of the factors; the feeling of suddenly not having an extra layer over his shoulders was hard to adjust to. He believed he was now experiencing the element humans referred to as… cold.

"There you go." I said encouragingly with a bright smile. "Now you look more human."

He was still unsure of himself, but I could see that his face muscles had relaxed just a bit and his eyes had also softened. He was actually smirking. When I turned my head away, I swear I heard him release the breath he had been holding.

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Convenience seems to be one of my specialties. I don't know what it is. I don't know if it is danger that finds me or if it is me who finds danger, all I knew then was that I recognized the voices of two gentlemen that were standing a few feet behind me. I turned my head around. Oh, no. The first of them was round and short, and the second one was thin and tall. Oh yes, it's them. Undoubtedly.

When I had stared too long, the one who was dressed as Dean turned his eyes to me and I snapped my head around in reflex. Tensing, I stared at the wall. Castiel glanced at me with a frown and glanced backwards, but he didn't seem to understand.

If I was going to keep people from dying, of course I had to start with the ones that made it happen! I smiled in relief after my revelation. All I had to do to was change the course. Even if it is an evil thing to do, perhaps something good can come out of it.

"Excuse me…" I replied to Castiel without looking at him and pushed myself off the barstool. He moved quickly and blocked my way. I didn't have time to react as I wanted to and crashed right into his chest. "Oh, for God's sake!" I said and wiped a hand down my face while taking a step back.

"You aren't supposed to leave."

I rolled my eyes and ignored him while trying to see the boys with him in the way, standing on my toes. When I didn't see them I surveyed the room frantically. After a couple seconds I saw them on their way out of the bar. This is it! It's now or never! "Look," I said and stood again. "I don't have time for this, Castiel."

"Sit down, Allison."

He took a step forward, piercing me with his icy blue eyes. "You don't scare me." I replied and tried to sound brave even though I took a step back.

When I felt the barstool tugging in my back I had to stop. Castiel did the same, but with a hard expression he slowly leaned forward still burning a hole through my skull. Then he used a low voice, filled with authority and power. "Sit. Down."

Even though I said no in my mind, my body followed the command.

"You don't know what you're doing…" I whispered softly.

"I fail to see how I am unaware of my actions."

I ignored him and glanced to the door. They were standing there. Hope suddenly awoke inside of me once more, a plan forming inside of my head. "Cas… Can I borrow you're coat for a sec?"

He tilted his head with a thoughtful frown trying to understand why I made this request, but then he just figured I was cold. He waved with his hand gracefully towards the coat. With a delighted squeak I grabbed it and wrapped it around myself. I needed it for my plan, but wearing it was a treat itself. I put my arm in it and was surprised at how soft and warm the fabric was. When I pulled it secure around me I got a whiff of a dark and pleasant sent, and it took me no more than one second to realize that it was his scent. Without realizing what I was doing I held the coat closer to my nose and took a stronger whiff.

He regarded me in a curious manner, and he smirked as he saw me blush when I finally looked up at him.

I cleared my throat and straightened the coat, getting ready to execute my plan. For a second I pitied Castiel for the attention I was probably going to put him through. "Don't worry, Cas." I said and smiled. "It's only an act. Trust me."

I didn't have time to listen to any reply or to see his reaction. I stepped away from him and started screaming frantically trying to recall what a woman would look like after seeing a ghost. "Help!" I screamed, surprising myself by sounding terrified. "A ghost! A ghost – a terrifying spirit from hell!" Where did that come from? I was never much of an actor in high school. I hated theatres, but I think I managed to pull off a good scene when I stumbled over the floor to the ground.

Before I knew it I was surrounded by dozens of Sams and Deans. I even saw a Bobby somewhere bending over me. "A ghost?" a fake Dean said with a fake dark voice. He squinted. "Take us two it, babe. We're going to fry ourselves a ghost extra crispy."

I quirked an eyebrow up at this comment and gave out a slow and hesitant nod. Dean was right, the convention folks actually where a little weird.

The Sams and the Deans kept asking me what I saw, and they weren't doing it in turns. Shouting over each other's voices while staring hard at me, I was starting to get a headache. I think I managed to hear someone who I assumed was dressed as Dean giving me compliments over my… what was it… rack? These people definitely had no grace.

I twirled around trying to spot the Dean and Sam I had meant to reach, and then with a sigh of relief I saw Dean. The fake one… This is really confusing.

Frantically I tried to think of something to do to get a contact with them. "Oh…" I said and stretched out my hand, trying to sound dramatic. "Brave, brave man." I stepped forward to him; I don't know where I found the guts or the imagination. Usually I am a person of a very shy nature.

I put my hands on his shoulder, even though he was about my height. "Oh, brave man."

His eyes where wide, filled with surprise and disbelief. Then his friend nudged him on his shoulder and nodded to me. "Oh, oh…" he said and smirked. Then he gave out a fake intense glance and tried to look bad-boy. "Where did you see the ghost, toots?"

Where? Where! "Oh… uh…" Not the attic, whatever you do, NOT THE ATTIC! "It's in… the basement!"

"Did it hurt you?" Sam asked with his ridiculously dark and hoarse voice.

"No," I said and smirked uneasily, trying to suppress a wave of laughter. "It gave me an awful fright. Please, will you help me? It almost took my husband."

Then the fake Dean and Sam tried to pull off a dramatic exchange of looks. I rolled my eyes when they weren't watching. "Please, will you get rid of it?"

"Sure thing, sweetheart. How 'bout you and me get real comfortable after that, huh?"

I smirked and quirked my eyebrows up. Didn't he just hear my comment? You know, the comment where I said the spirit almost took my husband? Not that I have a husband. It was a real smart excuse to not give them any encouragement, though obviously it wasn't working.

I felt an arm encircle my waist and pull me closer. I gasped and stared into the eyes of fake Dean. They weren't the slightest funny anymore. Feeling very uncomfortable I tried to pry of his fingers. "Uh, maybe you should go and slay some ghosts. I'm scared that more people will-"

"I'll keep you safe, doll."

I swallowed and tried to push him away a little, but the arm around me was firm. "Thanks…" I replied doubtfully. "Now, now you better hurry down stairs before the ghost disappears…"

No reaction.

Finally having enough I was preparing myself to abort mission just to save my own skin from a guy who was holding me like I was some kind of hooker. Anger bubbled up inside of me but I never managed to act out. I was interrupted.

"Remove your hands from her body. You are touching her inappropriately."

I stiffened when I heard the voice behind me. Fake Dean and Sam looked distantly over my shoulder with rather perplexed expressions. Slowly Fake Dean let his hand around my waist fall down and I twirled around, crashing into Castiel. Again.

"Oh…" I squeaked and looked up at him, flushing with embarrassment.

"Who is this?" Fake Dean asked.

"Oh…" I said and turned around to them again. "This is-" I looked up at Castiel and then at the boys, then back again. He wasn't going to understand this at all. Mentally I slapped "- my husband."

I didn't see Castiel's face, but I could just imagine his eyes looking down at me, puzzled and surprised. "I'm sorry. I don't-" he began but was interrupted when I tried to nudge him with my elbow without looking conspicuous.

This was role-play but I was pretty sure the fake Sam thought the threatening and cold stare Castiel was giving them was as real as it ever could get. He nudged his friend on the shoulder. "Let's go, Dean. We need to find the ghost."

I didn't care about my red face, or the fact that Castiel was still standing closely behind me. I just wanted to disappear. Also, I wasn't looking forward to explain to Castiel what the hell it was I was really doing.

Trying to keep my face down, since it was red like a frickin' tomato, I twirled around and swiftly slid my hand into Castiel's. Again I was surprised of the warmth from his hand. "C'mon, darling," I mumbled and nodded my head to the side with a crooked smile. Then I pulled a very confused and stiff angel away.

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"Why, yes, Agents Jagger and Richards," The round man said to the circle of formally clothed men who were role-playing investigation. "As manager of this fine establishment, I can assure you that it is indeed haunted."

Sam and Dean passed the small crowd but not without rolling their eyes and swearing about the nuisance. They continued to the reception where they saw the receptionist bending over some paperwork. "Excuse us," Dean said with a smirk. "We were wondering if you could answer a few questions."

The receptionist hinted a little down at his paperwork. "I don't have time for Star Wars guys. Go ask the guy in the ask-corner there."

"Actually we, uh…" Dean reached down his pocket and fetched a few dollars. "We really want to talk to you." He pushed a note over the counter.

"Okay," The man chuckled and looked from Sam to Dean. "You guys are really into this."

"You have no idea," Sam concurred with a smile.

The man gladly pulled the money to himself. "What do you want to know?"

"All the stuff they're saying: the house being haunted, Leticia Gore. Any truth to it?"

The man nodded his head from side to side. "We generally don't like publicize this to the, uh-" he leered back at Dean."- normal people, but yeah. 1909 this place was called Gore orphanage. Miss Gore killed four boys with a butcher knife and then offered it to herself."

"And tonight is really the anniversary?" Dean asked.

"Yap, guess you're convention folks wanted it authentic."

Sam and Dean exchanged looks again. Sam scoffed and put his hand against the wall. "There been any sightings?"

"Over the years, yeah."

"A few maids have quit, saying they heard voice or saw them. A janitor said he saw Miss Gore once."

Dean pouted his lips and tilted his head. How did they know this guy wasn't just playing along with them? They were just going to have to take this chance and hope it was going to lead them somewhere. Hopefully the place wasn't haunted, but if it was, he wanted to make sure whatever was haunting the place was dead and that they would stay dead. "Where did Miss Gore carve up the kids?"

"Look, I don't want you to stomping all over for the joint. A lot of this place is off limits to nerds."

Knowing exactly how to deal with these kinds of people, having done it over the years, Dean put another bill on the counter and pushed it over with a self-assured expression.

The man took the money with no issue and bent just a little closer to them. "The attic."

Dean gave a small nod and thudded his fingers against the board. Then he turned around deciding he had heard enough.

Sam nodded to the man. "Thanks." Then he followed his brother.

"Exploiter." He whispered to his brother when he had reached him again.

"There's only one language these people speak. Money." Dean shook his head. "Alright, let's check this out."

Still disturbed by the fact that they met up with a few people dressed as them they headed to the attic. Little did they know, they were being watched.

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