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hey kids, sorry for the long wait, it's Nik's fault, but don't worry, i'm hoping to have chapter 11 up by tonight as well

this chapter is kinda the same as last chapter exept it's Dean and Maggies POV

enjoy!

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"You two are freakin' psychotic! You really think I would do god knows what to make whatever this is. You guys are the geniuses to this kind of stuff, not me."

"They teach you to act like that at the theater?" Sam asked.

"Act like what? I'm telling you I have no clue about whatever that is!"

"Amelia! You okay?" Maggie walked into the room.

"How did you know something was going on?" Amelia said rubbing her eyes.

"Dude, the next town over could probably hear you." Maggie saw the bed was moved showing the circle. "I see you found it."

"You did this Maggie?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, to protect Amelia from the spirit, just in case."

"Maggie? You want to come with me? Don't worry I just want to talk to you. Sam, you keep an eye on Amelia." Dean said as he and Maggie left into another room, closing the door behind them.

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It looked to be the living room. The two of them sat down.

"You wanna explain to me where the hell you learned to do that?"

"I looked some stuff up on the internet. I need to protect Amelia some how, since your lazy ass wasn't doing it."

"Excuse me? What do you mean we're not protecting her? We've been crawling up and down in those catacombs back there trying to find this creepy bastard."

"Yeah, and leaving Amelia here by herself. That thing could come and get her here!"

"It won't! It's not part of it's killing pattern. It strikes in the theater!" Dean tried to calm down.

"Oh," Maggie said looking down.

"Yeah, oh."

"Well how am I supposed to know these things. I was just trying to help. Not like I killed anyone." Dean looked at her.

"Where'd you get the blood?"

"Relax. I got it at a butcher's place. It's pigs blood."

"So what, you came here, made the protective circle and left?"

"I just went back to my place. When I was done making that damn thing it looked like I killed someone with an ax."

"Yeah, I bet." There was a moment of silence, and then Dean started laughing. Maggie looked at him puzzled.

"What's so funny?" A smile grew on Dean's face.

"My girl is turning into a hunter."

"What? First off, I am not your girl. And two, do you see me running around with a gun and shooting things? I got blood and made a circle thing."

"That's how it starts. Researching, then getting items to make protective circles, or summon things. Hell next thing you know, you'll be running around with a machete, shooting vampires up with dead man's blood, and beheading them."

"Yeah, and I'll be running after leprechauns too," Maggie joked, rolling her eyes.

"Yup, plenty of that," Dean laughed. "So tell me, other than working at the theater, what do you do?"

"Well, I'm working on my degree for cultural arts, you know, theater major."

"Of course."

"But now I'm also a substitute teacher . . . um, I used to be a cheerleader." This made Dean laugh again. "Hey, don't laugh, cheerleading is a great sport, if you do it right."

"Yeah sure, and so is synchronized swimming," the boy continued to chuckle. Maggie glared at him. "Ok, I'm sorry. No, cheerleading is great. Why don't you show me a cheer or something?" Maggie now got a smirk of her own.

"I have a better idea." She got up and sat on Dean's knees, facing him. Dean smiled.

"I knew you couldn't resist me." Maggie brought her lips closer to Dean's, but before the met she stopped.

"My idea is that we clean up the blood underneath Amelia's bed." Maggie then got up and went into the kitchen

"What? Oh come on! That was cold!" He followed her into the kitchen. She handed him a bottle of bleach and a roll of paper towel. The two then walked into Amelia's room, not knowing that it was occupied. Dean glanced at the clothing on the floor then looked to his brother.

"Oh, come on! Sammy, I know you have needs, but couldn't they wait until after there isn't blood under you two . . . or possibly when me and Maggie aren't here to witness it?!" Dean complained. However, Maggie disagreed, smacked Dean in the back of the head, pulled him out of the room, winked at her friend and Sam, then shut the door behind her. Dean scowled. "What was that for?"

"Let them have their fun."

"Yeah sure, Sam get's all the fun. And you, you're evil. Torture me, make me think I finally reeled you in, then you play me and smack me in the head." Maggie giggled.

"Sorry Dean. Don't get me wrong, you're very good looking and all, but you're just not my type,"

"Not your type? Are you kidding me? I'm everybody's type."

"The whole macho and tough thing, it's just not me. I'm more into the geeky gangly guys."

"Gangly? Well what about short? I'm kinda short . . . compared to Sam."

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