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7
Dean's POV
"I know you're in there Dean!" Cleo yelled.
"Aw, sonuvabitch!" I groaned, opening my eyes. I didn't remember falling asleep but apparently I did. A thin blue blanket had been draped over me. I wasn't cold anymore. I still felt bad about the whole screaming thing. But hey, isn't everyone entitled to a moment of weakness? I looked around. Lauren was leaning against the door, stopping Cleo from getting in. Her eyes were wide and a sheen of sweat had appeared on her face.
"What the hell did you do to piss her off Dean?" Lauren yelled over the noise. I stood up, trying to ignore the pain thudding it's way through my body.
"I bit her!" I yelled. She looked at me like she wanted to hit me and laugh at the same time. I shook my head. "Yeah yeah I know how it sounds!" I looked around.
Salt salt salt salt I need salt! I thought frantically. I wrenched open a large metal cabinet and looked up and down the shelves. I saw a bag on the bottom that said "Ice Melt." I grabbed the bag, tore it open and dumped some in a straight line under Lauren's feet. She stepped toward me. The noise from the door stopped. I had felt the cuts on my back split again and bit my lip. Warm blood trickled down my back.
"Geez." She said, out of breath. I walked over to the window and poured salt down the sill. "Dean, baby you're bleeding." She said. I turned back around, a half-smile on my face.
"Yeah I know." I said. She sighed, obviously frustrated with me.
"Sit down dumbass." She said, putting her hands on my shoulders and pushing me back down to the couch. "You're gonna kill yourself one of these days bein' so stupid." I half-shrugged. She looked down at the salt bag and laughed.
"Who keeps a bag of 'Ice Melt' in their office in the middle of Summer?" She asked.
"A smart g-uy." I winced. She gave me a worried glance and rifled through the cabinet.
"Or a lazy one." She said. I smiled.
"Very very true." I said.
"Eureka!" She said, then laughed at what she said. I giggled too. She pulled out the First Aid kit and walked back over to me. "Alright hold still." She said, dabbing an alcohol swab on my bleeding arm.
"Mmm." I smiled bitterly at her.
"Don't blame me. I didn't do it." She said. "And, not that I was hoping for the worst but, I thought she was going to kill you. What stopped her?" I shrugged.
"She was using my chest as a scratching post when it started raining. And after mm, maybe ten minutes she looked sideways in this puddle and freaked out. Jumped right off me and disappeared." Lauren was silent for a moment.
"Maybe she's scared of her own reflection. I mean, look at her. There is no doubt she would be vain." She said.
"She's not like any ghost I've seen." I said.
"What do you mean?" She asked, putting a bandage on my back.
"Ss," I hissed. "I mean ghosts don't bleed. She kissed me, I bit her, she bled. It was weird."
"Well she is old. If she figured out how to control an entire amusement park she can find some way to bleed. Maybe she's trying to make herself more alive for the men she wants to get with." Lauren said.
"Point." I said. "So what were you saying about that reflection thingy?"
"Thingy?" She asked, trying not to laugh as she dabbed the alcohol swab on my back.
"Shut up." I smirked. "Anyway..."
"Every ghost has their weakness." She began. "Maybe seeing her pretty undead face makes her run." She said. I laughed.
"Like the Blood Countess?" I chuckled, making a movie reference.
"The 'Stay Alive' Blood Countess Elizabeth Bathory, that one?" She giggled.
"Dude, you're officially awesome." I said. Sam never got my movie jokes. I mean ever, so when she got it, I grinned broadly. "I have never met a girl who's seen that movie."
"I don't know why, it was kick-ass." She said. "But on a serious note I think I know how to get rid of this spectral bitch." She said. I was interested. New ways of killing ghosties and baddies always did.
"How?" I asked.
"Funhouse." She said. I rolled my eyes.
"Now in this time of crisis is fun really the thing you should be thinking about right now?" I asked sarcastically.
"Ha ha. No, funhouses have tons of mirrors. We get her in there and it'll probably kill her." She said.
"Or us." I reminded.
"Well, some risks are worth it." She said.
"Oh yeah, that makes me feel better." I rolled my eyes.
"Just trust me Dean." She said. I looked into her eyes, those beautiful blue eyes. I did trust her.
"Alright. Yeah I'll trust you." I said. She smiled, a beautiful shy smile.
"Then lets boogie." She said. I laughed again.
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