Well, hello everyone:waves: fans old and new! Here we embark on our second journey. Swry to those of you who really love Wendigo, Dead in Water, or Phantom Traveller. I'm swry to say that i've skipped them, but there is just going to be some eppy's that I skip. Don't kill me! Well, now we head into Bloody Mary. I can tell you that Dean and Ry are getting closer, for those of you like them together. And that it looks like there might something big happening for them in this one. And there will also be a new charrie coming in. yes yes, more peeps lol. Well, enjoy!

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"Bloody Mary"

"Ugh, just shoot me now Sam." Riley exclaimed. She was burning up and her head felt so clouded and heavy. Sam walked past her, obviously trying to ignore her plea.

"Ry, you've just got the flu." He explained. "Everyone gets the flu. You'll live. So quite bein' a big baby." Riley groaned, lying on her back on a hotel bed. She was stripped down to short cotton shorts and a sports bra. Her hair had been messily thrown up into a ponytail. Forearm shielding her light sensitive eyes; she had the covers kicked halfway to the floor. Dean looked down from beside her. His face softened at how miserable she was feeling, but it did make him smile a little. If you thought she was unpleasant when she was healthy, well then; she was nothing like her angelic self now.

It was about seven o'clock in the morning. Riley had woken up, coughing like mad. She had scared the two of them because she'd been like this for a couple of days, but at least the sore throat was gone now. All she had left to deal with was a cough and a fever. Sam sat down at his computer, rubbing his sleepy face. It wasn't bad enough that on top of all of this with Ry, he wasn't getting any sleep anyways. The memories of Jessica were still haunting him in nightmares. Every time he tried to fall asleep, he'd see her there, pinned to the ceiling, consumed in flames. Would it ever end? "No, never. It would have never happened if it wasn't for you. It was your fault, all yours." Sam thought gloomily and sighed. He turned on his computer and swiveled the chair around to face Dean and Riley.

Sam was wearing a long sleeved white shirt underneath his dark blue t-shirt. He slouched a little in his seat, folding his hands over his stomach. His slightly baggy blue jeans were tore at one knee. His dark brown hair was getting longer; it almost hid his blue-grey eyes now. His mind was still on these past three months that all of them had spent together. After Jess had died, the coordinates their father had given them that night led them to a hunt for a wendigo. Dean and Riley had really helped him through that, because during that whole hunt, he had been withdrawn and brooding. All he could think about was finding Jess's killer. Dean had reminded him that they were out there to help others first and that they would find the thing that killed mom and Jess, but all in good time. He had also noticed something between Dean and Riley. They were starting to get a little to close for his liking. Not that he was trying to play the jealous boyfriend. It was more that he was protective of Riley. He didn't trust his brother's intentions towards her, knowing that he'd always been a one night, one girl type of guy.

Then they had to fight this vengeful spirit of a young boy that was drowning loved ones in a lake. They found out that two men in the town had accidentally killed this little boy. He had learned a lot about his brother during that time. Dean had connected with a small boy, Lucas, who had witnessed his father being killed by this spirit. Sam had heard his brother admit things about their mom that he had never known. Dean had obviously seen a lot that night when their mother died. Sam was too young and none of it was imprinted in his memory. But his brother, he must have gone through a lot and yet he still came out on top. Maybe seeing all that happen was one of the reasons he protected Sam so. Sam had never seen his brother afraid of anything, except for when they had to fight the demon on the plane. He discovered that his brother had an extreme fear of flying.

An old friend that Dean and their dad had helped long ago with a poltergeist, called Dean up one day. It turned out that there was demon causing planes to go down forty minutes into a flight. It had been hard to convince Dean to follow Riley and Sam onto the plane to fight this thing. The whole time, as they waited, Sam watched at Ry tried to keep Dean calm. They both found it amusing and still used it as ammo to tease him with. Well, they had saved the plane before it crashed, performing an exorcism to destroy the demon. But not before the demon said to Sam that it knew about Jessica and how she must be burning still. Dean and Riley had told him to let it go, but he couldn't shake it and it ate away at him still. Riley coughing bought him out of his memories and back into reality.

"Ry?" Dean said and grabbed her hand as she sat up coughing violently. Dean looked up at his brother with concern in his hazel eyes. He looked back at Riley who was starting to regain control as the coughing died down. Riley took a few shaky breaths and then was breathing normal.

"Honestly now," She tried again. "Please, just shoot me." She looked up at Sam with pleading eyes. Shaking his head with a laugh, Sam turned around. Dean smiled and rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand.

"You're such a baby." He said. Riley turned her head to the side and glared at him. "You think we'd let you off that easily? You're suffering is quite humourous." He pointed out.

"You know, if I could freeze the two of you, I would." She said icily. "Often." Dean and Sam both had to laugh at this. Though, her new found power did scare them at times. Riley really didn't know how to turn it off and on yet. Most of the time it just happened. And what could Sam and Dean do? They weren't witches/warlocks, they couldn't teach her. So far, they only knew that it could freeze inanimate objects. A falling tree, rocks, paper, books, things of that sort. So it couldn't freeze people or monsters, sadly. She would try and practice, when ever she could. These practices usually consisted of someone, mostly Dean, throwing something at her. Seven times out of ten she'd freeze the object. The other three times would find her wailing on Dean like it was his fault that she couldn't freeze the object in time. "Ugh…" Riley wiped her forehead, her skin all damp and clammy. Dean watched her with a concern in his eyes that was usually hidden. The feelings for her that he had scared him. He'd only felt this way about one person before and that didn't end well. He knew all too well how Sam felt about this, but frankly he didn't care. Ever since that incident up in Colorado, they were getting closer and closer. The memory was still just as clear as ever in his mind.

They had been running back to the camp after their first encounter with the wendigo. He and Riley got separated and found themselves lost. After some arguing and blaming, they had heard the thing cry out again. Quickly running away from the sound, they both had tripped and fallen into a brushy ditch. The way they had managed to land is what sticks out. Rolling down the small hill, Dean stopped on his back as Riley rolled over on top of him. When the throbbing in his head had stopped and Dean opened his eyes. He was paralyzed at the sight and feel of Riley on him. Turning, she had looked around and then at him, eyes locking onto each other's. They had both sat there for what seemed like an eternity, both hearts pounding. Dean, lost in the moment had leaned towards her, intent on giving her a kiss. To his surprise and relief, she wasn't moving away. Just moments before their lips had touched; he heard Sam's voice calling out for them. Ripped from their world, Riley had rolled off of him quickly and stood. Things had not been the same since then, but neither were they worse. They had defiantly gotten closer and he wasn't one to say he minded.

"I wonder what my temperature is." Riley said to no one in particular. Dean blinked as he came back into reality. Reaching over her put the back of his hand to her forehead. "Hey." Riley said in surprise and annoyance. She didn't like the thought of being looked after like a baby. Dean's brows drew down as he frowned. Riley blinked at him. "What?"

"You're on fire." He stated firmly. He started to push himself off of the bed.

"I could' a told ya that." Riley pointed out as she watched him. Dean was wearing a dark blue shirt with a dark blue button up, with faint pinstripes over it. The sleeves were rolled up, showing off muscular forearms. His light blue jeans had a few, man made frayed holes in the thighs. He walked to the bathroom and dug through a small blue zippered bag. Watching him go, Riley had to admit her mind was wandering. Coming back out, Dean held a thermometer in her hand. Snapping out of her dream world, Riley eyed the thermometer. "I hope that's going in my mouth." She said sarcastically, trying to play innocent. Sam had to turn around at this interesting statement.

"What the in the hell are you two playing with over there?" He asked, wondering if he wanted to know the answer.

"A thermometer you pervert and yes dear," Dean said, turning back to look at Riley. "This bad boy is going in your mouth. Why? Got a preference that I don't know about?" Riley glared.

"Bite me." She said curtly. Dean grinned.

"Love to, now open wide princess." Riley stuck out her tongue and Dean placed the thermometer in her mouth just under the tongue. Riley shut her mouth and sat there with a cloudy expression. "Oh, cheer up chum." Dean said cheerily.

"Pwis uff." Riley struggled to say and then glared when she realized her speech was inhibited. Dean flashed her that cocky grin of his. Sam shook his head at the two children and sat there, waiting to see how bad it might be. When the mechanical beep began, Dean reached out and took the thermometer out. The digital numbers flashed up at him.

"One hundred…" Dean said frowning and looked at Riley.

"Well, not as bad as I thought." She said brightly. Dean was still frowning. "What? It's not that bad. Still, my shooting offer still stands guys."

"The only thing we're shooting you up with is good all Nyquil." Sam stated. Riley let out a groan and Dean smiled.

"But it tastes so fucking nasty!" She exclaimed and gave him puppy dog eyes. Sam felt kind of bad, but it would help her. He stood up and walked over to her, running his hand gently over her head.

"I know, but it cost less than bullets." He said and walked to the bathroom. Riley stuck her bottom lip out and Dean sat on the bed next to her.

"Come on, just pretend you taking shots." He said helpfully. Riley stared at him.

"I don't do shots though, Dean."

"Oh right." He pretended to think. "How bout body shots then? I'm willing to help." He said, playfully lifting up the bottom of his shirt a little to expose his toned abdomen.

"Yeah, like that doesn't have 'personal gain' tattooed across its forehead." She snapped, but could help that she found herself staring. Dean laughed and pulled his shirt down. Riley frowned and gave him a displeased whimper. "I never said I didn't like the idea." Sam came back out, holding the plastic bottle of liquid death as Riley saw it. She scooted back on the bed and brought the covers up her face. Sam rolled his eyes.

"C'mon Ry, it's not that bad." Sam tried to say helpfully.

"So you drink it." Came her muffled response. Sam sighed, hanging his head down. This could take awhile. Dean looked at his defeated brother and grinned. Turning back to Riley, he figured he'd have to tame her.

"Ry, c'mon sweetheart. We plead, you drink." He explained. She glared at him as he reached out to tug down the blanket.

"Me peeved, you annoying." She shot back. This only made him grin wider. "Does he have to pull the 'I'm so cute and irresistible' routine now?" Riley thought as watched him, heart doing the cliché melt thing. She looked from him to Sam to the bottle. "If I die," she started.

"You're not going to die you pansy." Dean said as Sam measured out the green glop. Two tablespoons of it poured into the plastic cup. Riley's eyes widened as she watched him fill the little cup.

"Hey now! I'm not that sick!" She exclaimed, yanking down the covers. Dean grabbed the cup and looked at it quizzically.

"It's two tablespoons! That's one swallow." He pointed out. "That's how much someone you're age is suppose to take."

"I'm two and half mentally." She said, trying to defend herself.

"Well, we're going on physically." He said holding it out to her. Sam stood, watching her fight back. Dean and her were so much a like. Bullheaded and stubborn when ever it came to helping themselves. Riley pursed her lips tightly as Dean touched the cup to her lips. He frowned, annoyed.

"C'mon, open wide." He cooed like she was a child. Riley nudged him in the side with her foot hard. Dean jumped a little and almost spilled the contents of the cup. He with drew his hand. "Watch it!" he snapped.

"That shit is going to make me go to sleep." She realized suddenly, finding a new reason to avoid it.

"So?" Dean asked.

"I've already slept and it's only seven thirty in the morning." Riley wined.

"We don't care." Sam piped up. She sat there, pouting. Dean sighed.

"All right, all right. You want me to prove it's not that bad?" He asked.

"But it is." She countered.

"Must you be so difficult?"

"Yes." Riley said coolly. Sam chuckled. This arguing wasn't going to help, but he liked seeing his brother not having control of something. Dean glared at her stubbornness and Riley stuck out her tongue. With on quick move, he tipped the cup up to his lips and downed it's contents. Squeezing his eyes tight, he swallowed it, making a disgusted face. When he had stopped himself from gagging, he shook his head and looked at her.

"See? Satisfying." He grimaced as the taste was still in his mouth. Sam stared down at his brother, shocked.

"You're not sick there, hot shot." He growled and grabbed the cup back, filling it up again. Dean coughed a little, trying to get over the taste.

"For it being 'satisfying' you sure are making a fuss." Riley said.

"Quite you." Dean said and looked at her. "You going to play by the rules and take it now?" Riley stared at him hard and sighed.

"Fine," She said and then added cynically. "Mother." Dean smiled as Sam handed her the cup. She looked at it hesitantly then tipped it into her mouth. She downed the contents, but put a hand to her mouth. Dean reached out and grabbed her shoulder.

"Easy their cowgirl." He said. "Guess it's a good thing that you don't drink." He said with a grin. Riley coughed a little and handed the empty cup to Sam.

"See? Now that wasn't that hard now was it?" He said and walked back to the bathroom, setting the medicine in there. Walking out he saw Riley lying down on her side in bed and turning her back to the two of them.

"I hate you two, really I do." She said as she pulled the covers up. Dean laughed.

"Yeah, yeah. You can pay homage to your hero's later." He stood up and stretched, rubbing his face. "I suppose we all get a little nap now huh?" He looked at his brother. "Wanna down some of that shit and join us?" Sam rolled his eyes and walked back to his computer.

"Hell no, I'm going to see if there are any job openings." He turned towards the screen. The truth was that he was avoiding seeing Jess as often as he could. This whole not sleeping was really effecting him though. His energy was low and he was having trouble keeping his head in the game. In the last few weeks though, it was getting even worse. Dean and Riley had questioned him about it, but he would usually shut them out. Dean watched his brother. He knew that he was avoiding sleeping because of the nightmares. But there was no use trying to talk about it now and Sam wasn't going to say anything. Looking over his shoulder at Riley, he smiled fondly. He then stretched out on his back beside her. With one arm under his head and the other across his chest, he closed his eyes. Within minutes, he drifted off into sleep.

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Aww, poor Ry! Can't blame her, I hate Nyquill. Hate the stuff! Grrr...tis evil really it is. But Dean takes care of her, Sammy too.