Nickis POV. (A few days later. Pierpont Inn/ Cornwall, Connecticut)

The boys had insisted on me leaving my Camaro behind and riding with them in the Impala. Eventually, although very reluctantly, I agreed.

Dean pulled up right in front of the Pierpont Inn and let out a whistle as he got out of the car and checked out the rather enormous Inn. "Dude, this is sweet! We never get to work jobs like this."

I rolled my eyes. "Like what?"

"Old-school haunted houses, you know? Fog, secret passageways, sissy British accents. We might even run into Fred and Daphne while we're inside." Dean chuckled. "Mm, Daphne. Love her."

"Oh well, why don´t you go ahead and look for her? Maybe you´ll get lucky with her tonight ´coz you sure aren´t getting anything from me, pal."

He was about to say something but was cut off by Sam who had stopped walking. "Hey, wait a sec. I´m not so sure `haunted` is the problem."

"What do you mean?" Dean asked.

That´s when I spotted the urn outside the door and the rather unusual design on it. "You see this pattern here?" Sam pointed it out.

"That´s a quincux, it´s a five-spot." I explained.

"A five-spot?"

Sam nodded. "Yeah."

"That´s used for hoodoo spellwork, isn´t it?"

"Right. You fill this thing with bloodweed, you've got a powerful charm to ward off enemies." I stepped towards the urn and took a closer look.

"Yeah, except I don't see any bloodweed. Don't you think this place is a little too white-meat for hoodoo?"

I turned around to face Dean. "Maybe."

We entered the hotel lobby to find a woman in her late-twenties/early thirties standing behind the front desk. "May I help you?" She adressed the three of us.

Dean stepped ahead of Sam and me. "Hi, yeah. I´d like two rooms for a couple of nights."

All of a sudden a little kid came running around the corner and slammed straight into Sam which caused me to giggle. I mean, he´s a friggin´giant. How can you not see him?

"Hey." The clerk whose nametag read Susan said to the kid, before turning back to us. "Sorry about that."

"No problem." Sam smiled.

As I stood next to Dean, I felt him rest his left hand on my lower back. I was about to slap his hand away, when Susan started talking again. "Well, congratulations. You could be some of our final guests."

"That sounds vaguely ominous." Dean began tracing his index finger along the waistband of my jeans which sent shivers through my entire body.

"No, I'm sorry. I mean, we're closing at the end of the month. Let me guess –- you guys are here antiquing?"

Sam, Dean and I exchanged looks. "How´d you know?"

"Oh, you just look the type." Dean smiled at her statement but it was obvious that it confused him. "So, uh.. One room with a single bed and the other one with a king-sized bed?"

"No, one room with two singles and one with a king sized bed." Dean pinched my ass and in response I stepped on his foot. "You see, these two are brothers and I´d like them to spend some quality time together." I smiled sweetly at the boys.

"You know, speaking of antiques, you have a really interesting urn on the front porch. Where did you get that?" Sam got back to business.

"You know, I have no idea. It's been there forever. Here you go, Mr. Mahogoff." Susan handed both Dean and me keys. "The gentlemen will be staying in room 237 and you Miss Simmons will be staying in room 238."

An elderly man entered the room. "Sherwin, could you show these gentlemen and the lady to their rooms?"

Sherwin? Seriously, his parents must have hated him for giving him that awful name or they just had a very sick sense of humour.

"Let me guess.. Antiquers?" Sherwin gave us a once over and picked up our bags.

He led us to the staircase and was clearly struggling with carrying the bags up the stairs. I nudged Dean and gestured for him to help Sherwin. "I can give you a hand with those bags."

"I´ve got it." He continued dragging the bags up the staircase.

"Okay." Dean shrugged.

We finally reached the floor our rooms were on. "So, the hotel´s closing up, huh?" Sam asked as he looked around the hallway.

Sherwin nodded sadly. "Yep. Susan tried to make a go of it, but the guests just don't come like they used to. Still, it's a damn shame."

"Oh, yeah?"

"It may not look it anymore, but this place was a palace. Two different vice-presidents laid their heads on our pillows. My parents worked here. I practically grew up here –- gonna miss it. Here are your rooms." He pointed to the two doors in front of us and took out keys to unlock them both. Dean took the bags off him and in response Sherwin held out his hand expectantly.

I had to surpress a laugh when I saw the expression on Deans face. "You´re not gonna cheap out on me, are you, boy?" Gosh, that dude was something.

Dean reluctantly reached for some money and handed it to him.

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After dumping my bag off in my room, I went over to the boys room to find Sam looking through some papers.

Dean chuckled. "What the...?"

Both Sam and I looked at him puzzled. "What?"

He pointed to some old dress that was hanging on the wall. "That's normal. Why the hell would anyone stay here? I'm amazed they kept in business this long."

I rolled my eyes. That was such a Dean thing to say. "Not every Motel or Inn for that matter has `magic fingers`and pay TV."

"All right. Victim number one –- Joan Edison, forty-three years old, a realtor, handling the sale of the hotel. And victim number two was Larry Williams, moving some stuff out to Goodwill." Sam handed me a few paper clippings.

"Well, there's a connection. They're both tied up in shutting the place down."

"Yeah. Maybe someone here doesn't wanna leave and they're using hoodoo to fight back." I concluded.

"Who do you think the witch doctor is? That Susan lady?"

Sam shook his head. "That doesn´t seem likely. I mean, she´s the one selling."

"So, what then? Sherwin."

"Cmon, we´re talking about big time hoodoo here. There´s no chance in hell he´s the one behind it." I threw in. "How about we take a little walk through this place and see if we can some more clues on who our little witch doctor could be?"

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We walked through the hallway and ended up finding a vase with the same quincux design. Dean knocked on a door nearby the vase. "Hi there!" He greeted Susan, who had opened the door.

"Hi. Everything okay with your room?"

"Oh, yeah, yeah." The boys agreed simultaneously. "Everything´s great."

"Good. Well, I was just in the middle of packing, so…"

That´s when we spotted the dolls in the room Susan was in. "Hey, are those antique dolls?" Dean nodded over to Sam and me. "Coz these two here, they´ve got a major doll collection back home." We glared at him in response. "Don´t you? Huh?"

"Big time." Sam reluctantly agreed.

"Oh yeah." I nodded.

"Do you think we could come in and take a look?"

"I don´t know."

"Please? I mean, they love them. They´re not gonna tell you this, but they always dress them up in these little, tiny outfits. You´d totally make their day." Dean smirked at Sam and me. "She would, huh? Huh?"

"It´s true." We both deadpanned. He was so going to pay for that!

Susan hesitated but eventually invited us in. "Okay. Come on in."

"All right." We entered the room and were surrounded by a massive amount of dolls. "Wow. This is a lot of dolls. Nice, you know –- not super-creepy at all."

She laughed at Deans comment. "Yeah, I suppose they are a little creepy. But they've been in the family forever. A lot of sentimental value."

I spotted a doll house that looked a lot like the Inn itself. "What is this? The hotel?"

"Yeah, that's right. Exact replica, custom-built."

Sam picked up the doll whose head had been turned. "His head got twisted around. What happened to it?"

Susan sighed. "Tyler probably."

The little kid from earlier entered the room. "Mommy, Maggie´s being mean."

"Tyler, tell her I said to be nice, okay?"

"Hey, Tyler. I see you broke your doll. You want me to fix it?" Sam pointed to the doll he was holding a minute ago.

"I didn´t break it. I found it like that." For some reason I got the feeling that this kid wasn´t lying.

"Oh. Well, maybe Maggie did it."

"No, neither of us did it. Grandma would get mad if we broke them."

"Tyler, she wouldn´t get mad." Susan threw in.

"Grandma?" I asked.

"Grandma Rose. These were all her toys."

"Oh, really.. Where´s Grandma Rose now?"

"Up in her room."

"You know, I'd really love to talk to Rose about her incredible doll..."

Susan cut Sam off. "No." She was really harsh. "I mean... I´m afraid that´s impossible. My mother´s been very sick and she´s not taking any visitors." Her voice was more apologetic this time.

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We were walking back to our rooms. "Well, what do you think? Dolls, hoodoo, mysterious shut-in grandma?" Dean casually put an arm around me. I was a little startled by this sweet gesture.

"Well, dolls are used in all kinds of voodoo and hoodoo, like curses and binding spells."

I nodded. "Yeah, maybe we´ve found our witch doctor then."

"We´ll go see what we can dig up on Booming Granny." Dean then looked at Sam. "You get online, check old obits, freak accidents, that sort of thing. See if she's whacked anybody before."

"Right."

"And don't go surfing porn, that's not the kind of whacking I mean."

"I think you´re confusing Sam with yourself." I smirked and then tugged on his sleeve. "Let´s go, we´ve got some research to do."

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An hour later, Dean and I were still sitting on my bed, trying to dig up some more information on `Booming Granny`. We didn´t find anything suspicious, she seemed like your typical Mary-Sue.

"Grandma´s clean." I put my laptop aside and stretched out on the bed.

Dean scooted closer and before I could say something, he was on top of me. "I´m sorry for earlier." He started leaving a trail of kisses down my chest.

I leaned into his touch but when he started to unbutton my jeans I put a stop to it. He was still going to pay for what he did earlier. "You´re not getting any tonight, especially after that shit you pulled with those dolls." I slapped his hand away.

He gave me puppy dog eyes. "Cmon Nicki."

Hmm, maybe this was my chance for a little payback. "Okay." I pulled my top off and started kissing him.

He flipped us around, which caused me to end up on top of him. I straddled him and started rocking my hips against his rythmically, which he really seemed to like. He broke our kiss for a second to pull his own tshirt off.

As my hands roamed his bare chest, I wasn´t so sure if I´d be able to go through with my little revenge plan. I continued kissing him fiercely and just as I thought my libido was going to skyrocket through the roof, I pulled away and climbed off him.

"What´s wrong?" He asked as I put my top back on.

"I changed my mind again. You´re not getting any, sweetheart."

"Nicki, you can´t just leave me like this." He motioned to the very visible bulge in his jeans.

"Watch me." I smirked and walked out the door.

::: A little later.

Dean and I were standing in front of the Inn as the police took away another dead body. Susan was being questioned by the police but once she was finished, she approached us.

"What happend?" I asked.

"The maid went in to turn down the sheets, and he was just…hanging there."

"That´s awful. He was a guest?" Dean asked and gave her a sympathetic smile.

"He worked for the company that bought the place. I don't understand."

"What?"

"I've had a lot of bad luck around here. Look, if you'd like to check out, I'll give you a full refund."

I felt so sorry for that woman, she seemed so distressed. "No thanks. We don´t scare that easily."

We walked back into the Inn to inform Sam about what had happened. The room was completely silent and dark when we entered it.

"There's been another one. Some guy just hung himself in his room." Dean said and closed the door behind us.

"Yeah, I saw."

"We've gotta figure this out, and fast. What'd you find out about Granny?"

"You´re bossy." Sam stated matter of factly.

Dean turned around to look at him. "What?"

"You´re bossy. And short." He began laughing. A little giggle escaped my lips.

Dean glared at me briefly before looking back at his brother. "Are you drunk?"

"Yeah. So? Stupid"

"Dude, what are you thinking? We're working a case."

"That guy who hung himself.. I couldn´t save him." Sam was on the verge of tears.

"What are you talking about? You didn't know, you couldn't have done anything."

"Dean´s right." I pulled Sam into a hug.

"That´s an excuse. I should've found a way to save him. I should've saved Ava, too."

"Yeah, well, you can't save everyone. Even you said that." Dean retorted.

"No, you don´t understand, all right? The more people I save, the more I can change."

He had me really worried. "Change what, Sam?"

"My destiny, Nicki!"

"All right, time for bed. Come on, Sasquatch." Dean and I led him to his bed.

He looked at us with a dead serious expression on his face. "I need you both to watch out for me."

"We always do." I cupped his face. "You need to sober up first, sweety."

"No, no, no. You have to watch out for me, all right? And if I ever turn into something that I'm not…you have to kill me."

Dean and I exchanged worried looks. "Sam." We said in unison.

"Dean, Dad told you to do it. You have to." Sam looked at me. "And you Nicki, promise you´ll help him."

"Yeah, well, Dad's an ass. He never should've said anything. I mean, you don't do that, you don't lay that kind of crap on your kids."

"No, he was right to say it. Who knows what I might become? Even now, everyone around me dies!"

"Well, I´m not dying, okay? And neither is Nicki or you. Come on." Dean sat Sam down on the bed.

"No, please! You´re the only ones who can do it. Promise!"

"Don´t ask that of me."

Sam looked at me expectantly. "Sam, I can´t..."

"Please" He pleaded desperately. "You have to promise."

After a pause Dean eventually agreed. "I promise."

I swallowed hard. "Me, too."

"Thank you." Sam pulled me into a hug and then clutched Deans face into his hands. "Thanks."

After Dean pushed him away, he rolled onto his stomach and nodded off.

"Babe, I need a drink. You coming?" I nodded in response. He grabbed my hand and led me downstairs. Taking my hand was yet another gesture that I didn´t really expect from him, but I guess that was his way of showing me that he needed me and I appreciated that.

We entered the hotels dining room and headed straight for the bar where Sherwin was standing. "Find any good antiques?"

"No, no. Got distracted." Dean sat down on one of the stools and I sat down next to him.

"Have a drink."

"Yeah, thanks." He said as Sherwin poured us both drinks. "So, poor guy. Killing himself."

"That kind of thing seems to be going around lately. "

"Yeah, I heard about the other ones. It's almost like this hotel is cursed or something." I threw in and took another sip of my drink.

"Every hotel has its spilled blood. If people only knew what's gone on in some of those rooms they've checked into."

"You know a lot about the place, don´t you?"

"Down to the last nail."

"My girlfriend and I´d love to hear some stories."

"Boy, you should never say that to an old man." He smiled and led us to the staircase where several pictures were hanging on the wall. "This is little Miss Susan and her mother Rose.. Happier days." He explained as he pointed out one of the pictures.

"They´re not happy now?"

"Well, would you be? Leaving the only home you ever knew?" Sherwin asked.

Dean shrugged. "I don't know. I never really knew one."

Hearing him say that broke my heart. I knew too well about the way they were raised. The constant moving around, crappy motels, diner food and a father who trained his kids like soldiers. Even now, they didn´t have a proper home. I had been through a lot myself but at least I always had a place to call my home.

"Well, this is Rose's home. It's been in the family over a century. It used to be the family estate. And now she gets to live in some senior living graveyard, and they tear this place down."

"That's too bad. I hear Rose isn't feeling well either."

"No, she isn´t."

"What´s wrong with her?" I asked innocently.

"It´s not my business to say."

"Huh. Who´s this?" Dean pointed to a picture where a little girl was seated next to a black woman. The woman was wearing a necklace with the same quincux symbol from the urn.

"That's Rose, when she was a little girl."

"Who´s that with her?"

"That's her nanny, Marie. She looked after Rose more than her own mother."

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After Sherwin finished telling us all kinds of stories about the building and its history, we went back to check up on Sam who was still sound asleep judging by his peaceful snoring.

I was just about to exit their room and head back to my own, when I turned around. "Dean?"

He was rummaging through his duffle bag and looked up at me. "Yeah?"

"You wanna bunk in my room tonight? With Sam snoring like that you won´t be able to get a proper rest."

"And with you I will?" He cocked an eyebrow at me.

"You´re still not getting any, pal." I smirked in response. "Stay here if you want, at least then I´ve got that comfy kingsized bed all to myself."

"No, no Nicki. Wait up!" He grabbed some clean clothes out of his duffle and followed me to my room.

I let him take a shower first because I didn´t trust myself alone with him in it. He exited the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel, that was wrapped dangerously low around his waist, which caused me to bite my lip. "Are you changing your mind again, sweetheart?"

No way, I was going to let him win. "Nope." I replied coolly and entered the bathroom, leaving him by himself in the bedroom.

That was a close call, I thought as I undressed. A moment longer in that room with him and I would have totally jumped him.

Once I finished shaving my legs and taking a shower, I dressed into a pair of tiny sleeping shorts and a cami. Before exiting the bathroom, I blowdried my hair and applied some lotion.

I entered the bedroom to find Dean stretched out on the bed in his boxers and a tshirt. He was watching Oprah which caused me to take a double take. "Are you watching Oprah?"

Hastily, he scrambled for the remote control and changed the channel. "Uuuhm no."

"It´s okay Dean. I´m a sucker for Oprah, too." I chuckled and stretched out next to him. "Don´t tell anyone though."

He let out a sigh of relief and put Oprah back on. I felt him move closer and put an arm around me. In that moment, I felt like a normal woman spending quality time with her boyfriend and I savoured every minute of it.

:::The next morning.

Dean was already awake by the time I woke up. He had his arms wrapped around me tightly. "Hey, sweetheart"

Not wanting to wake up, I buried my face into the pillows. "Go away. I wanna sleep."

"Okay." He started to pull his arms away but I stopped him.

"Don´t go." Without opening my eyes, I snuggled closer and rested my head on his chest. "You´re nice and warm." I mumbled groggily.

He chuckled and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. "I´d love to stay in bed with you all day, but I´m afraid we´ve got a case to solve first and not to forget, we should check up on Sammy."

"Okay, okay." I opened my eyes and pressed a kiss to his lips. "Duty calls."

We got dressed and headed over to the other room to find Sam crouched over the toilet.

"How you feelin', Sammy? I guess mixing whiskey and Jager wasn't such a gangbuster idea, was it? I bet you don't remember a thing from last night, do you?" Dean was grinning like the cheshire cat.

"Don´t be such an ass." I elbowed him in the ribs. Silently I hoped that Sam didn´t remember what he had made us promise yesterday.

"Ugh, I can still taste the tequila." Sam groaned. Dean and I exchanged relieved looks.

"You know, there's a really good hangover remedy. It's a greasy pork sandwich served up in a dirty ashtray." I elbowed Dean once again and glared at him.

"Oh, I hate you!"

"I know you do. Hey by the way, it turns out when Grandma Rose was a tyke, she had a Creole nanny who wore a hoodoo necklace."

Sam flushed the toilet and stood up. He was a little wobbly, so I rushed to his side to steady him. "Wow slowly, Sam. Do you want me to get you some medication?"

"Nah thanks, it´s alright Nicki." He then looked at Dean. "So, you think she taught Rose hoodoo?"

"Yes, I do."

"All right. I think it's time we talk to Rose, then."

"You need to brush your teeth first."

"And take a shower." I added and looked at him apologetically. "Sorry but you do smell like a bar."

"We´ll leave you to it. See ya in twenty." Dean smirked over at me. "Cmon babe, let´s go."

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The three of us managed to sneak into Booming Grannys room. She was sitting all alone in the dark in her wheelchair.

"Ms. Thompson?" No response from her. "Mrs Thompson? Rose?" Sam walked around to face her. Dean and I followed. "Hi, Mrs Thompson. We´re not here to hurt you, it´s okay. We... Rose."

She tried to speak but couldn´t. "Sam, Dean. This woman´s had a stroke."

"Yeah, but hoodoo´s hands-on. You´ve gotta mix herbs and chant and build an altar." Dean said.

Sam nodded. "So, it can't be Rose. Heck, maybe it's not even hoodoo."

Dean had this sceptical look on her face. "You know, she could be faking."

"Yeah, what you wanna do? Poke her with a stick?" Sam said sarcastically. Dean nodded. "Dude! You´re not gonna poke her with a stick!"

Just then, Susan came through the door. "What the hell? What are you doing her?"

"Oh, we just wanted to talk to Rose." The boys said simultaneously.

I wanted to say something but Susan cut me off. "Look at her, she is scared out of her wits! I want you out of my hotel in two minutes or I´m calling the cops!"

We rushed back to our rooms, packed our stuff together and left.

: A little later.

We were sitting in the hotels dining room after Sam had saved Susan from being run over by her own car.

"Whiskey." Susan was still pretty shaken up.

"Sure. I know the feeling." Sam said and got out the whiskey and a glass.

"What the hell happened out there?"

"Do you want the truth?" I asked.

"Of course."

"Well, at first, we thought it was some sort of a hoodoo curse. But that out there? That was definitely a spirit." Dean answered.

Sam handed her a glass of whiskey. "Here."

She took a sip. "You´re insane."

"It´s been said."

"Look, I'm sorry, Susan. We don't exactly have time to ease you into this. But we need to know when your mother had the stroke." Sam definetely was more of a people person than Dean.

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Just answer him." I said.

"About a month ago."

"Right before the killings began." Sam looked over to Dean and me. "See? So, what if Rose was working hoodoo, but not to hurt anyone, to protect them?"

"Yeah." I agreed. "She was using those five-spot urns to ward off a spirit until she had the stroke and couldn´t anymore."

"I don´t believe this."

"Listen, sister, that car didn't try to run you down by itself, okay?" Dean paused for a moment and seemed to think. "Well, I guess it did, technically, but a spirit can –- forget it."

Sam stepped in again. "Just believe what you want, all right? But the fact is you and your family are in danger. So you need to clear everybody out of here –- your employees, your mother, your daughters, everyone."

"Uuuhm.. I only have one daughter."

I looked at her confused. "What about Maggie? Tyler kept talking about her and I thought that was her sister."

"Maggie´s imaginary."

Dean, Sam and I exchanged worried looks. "Where´s Tyler?"

"In her room." Susan shot up and ran to Tylers bedroom. The three of us followed close behind.

Tylers room was empty and all the antique dolls in it had been broken. "Tyler?" Susan panicked. "Oh my God! Tyler! Tyler? She´s not here!"

"Susan calm down." I put a hand on her shoulder. "Tell us what you know about Maggie."

"Not much. Tyler's been talking about her since Mom got sick."

"Did you ever know anyone by that name?"

"No."

"Think, think. Maybe somebody that could have lived her, might have passed away?"

"Oh my God. My mom. My mom had a sister named Margaret. She barely spoke about her."

"Did Margaret happen to die here when she was a kid?"

"She drowned in the pool."

We ran as fast as we could to the pool house and saw Tyler, through the doors, sitting on the ledge.

"Tyler! Tyler!" Susan screamed.

We tried to break the glass but it just wouldn´t budge. "Is there another entrance?" Dean asked.

"Around back."

"Allright, let´s go." He looked at Sam and me. "Keep working."

Tyler was in the pool and struggling to stay over water. Something seemed to be pushing her under water every time she came up. Sam and I grabbed two urns and hit the glass with it repeatedly. Eventually we managed to break it and get into the pool house.

Sam climbed through the broken glass first and dived straight into the pool. I ran to the edge of the pool where he lay her down. Immediately I started first aid. After a minute she finally responded and spat out water.

"Oh, thank God! Thank God!" Susan hugged her daughter.

"Mommy!"

Tears were streaming down her face. " "Yeah, baby, I´m here." She sobbed.

"Tyler, do you see Maggie anywhere?" Sam asked.

The little girl looked around and shook her head. "No, she´s gone."

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Susan and Tyler went upstairs to get Rose, while the rest of us waited in Tylers bedroom for them.

"I don´t get it. Did Maggie just stop?" Dean broke the silence.

I shrugged. "Seems like it.

"Where the hell did she go?"

Our conversation was interrupted by Susans screams. We raced up the stairs to meet her there. "It´s my Mom." She sobbed.

I checked Rose´s pulse. "She´s gone. I´m sorry."

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The three of us approached Susan as the coroner put her mothers body onto a stretcher.

"Another stroke, I presume?" I asked.

She nodded. "Yes. You think Margaret could have had anything to do with it?"

"We don´t know."

"It´s possible." Sam paused for a moment. "Susan, I´m sorry."

"God, you have nothing to apologize for. You've given me everything." She then looked at Tyler. "Ready to go, kiddo?"

"Yeah."

"Tyler, you´re sure that Maggie´s not around anymore?" Dean looked at the little girl.

"I´m sure. I´d see her."

"Well, I guess whatever´s going on must be over." I said to the boys.

We walked Susan and Tyler to their taxi. "You two take care of yourselves, all right?" Sam was pulled into a hug by Susan.

"Thank you. All three of you." She got into the taxi and waved one last time.

We waved back and watched them drive away.

Dean put an arm around me and looked at his brother. "I think you could've hooked up some MILF action there, man. Seriously, I think she liked you." He chuckled and I elbowed him in the ribs. "Ow, Nicki!"

"Yeah, that´s all she needs." Sam rolled his eyes.

"Well, you saved the mom, you saved the girl –- not a bad day. Of course, you know I could've saved her myself, but I didn't want you to feel useless"

"Yeah, right Dean." I laughed and so did Sam.

"Someone has another spanking coming, if she keeps on being a smartass." He whispered into my ear. I just smirked at him in response. "Hey Sammy, feels good to get back in the saddle, doesn´t it?"

"Yeah. Yeah, it does. But it doesn´t change what we talked about last night."

"We talked about a lot of things last night."

"Yeah." I confirmed.

"You two know what I mean."

"You were wasted." Dean said and got into the car.

"But you weren´t and you both promised." He retorted and got into the backseat.

I got in the car next to Dean and could tell that he wanted to say something but he didn´t. He just gave my thigh a squeeze and revvied up the engine.

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A/N: Thank you all so much for your awesome reviews. The next chapter won´t be a rewrite, so I need a little help. Any suggestions on what evil SOBs they could deal with? I was also thinking about bringing the ghostfacers. What do you think? xLois