A/N: A shorter chapter than usual, but if I didn't break it up, the next one would have been huge. This was the best part. I hope you enjoy it. Please let me know what you think. Thanks!

Chapter 39: Leaving A Light On

"And I am finding out
There's just no other way
That I'm still dancing at the end of the day
If you leave the light on
Then I'll leave the light on"
- Light On by Maggie Rogers

"This is where you're staying?"

Kelly and I looked at each other before looking back at Dean.

"Yeah?" She answered. It wasn't a fancy hotel, but it was nice enough that we both felt comfortable staying there. We were at least sure they changed the sheets every time. The boys looked at each other over our heads. "Come on," Kelly grabbed Dean's hand. "We only booked one room. We need another."

"We do?" Dean grinned at her. "Yeah, we do."

"Okay, have fun," I said to them. I looked at Sam. "Come on, you can stay with me."

"You have fun!" Kelly shot back. "You're a free woman! Enjoy it!" I stuck out my tongue at her and she cackled in response.

I grabbed Sam's hand and led him to the elevator.

"How did you pay for this?" he asked as he hiked his bag up higher on his shoulder.

"Remy gave us money. He said Eric, Spike and him all put it together for us. Wasn't a small amount either. Came out to a couple thousand."

"What?"

"Yeah." The elevator opened and I led him down the hall. I used the keycard and opened the door. "Watch the salt." He stepped over the line of salt at the door and closed the door after us. I headed instantly for my bag at the end of the bed. "I'm going to grab a shower. Make yourself comfortable." I grabbed a set of clothes and headed for the bathroom.

"Hold on," Sam grabbed my arm. He leaned down and kissed me softly. It felt like I was forgiven.

"Alright, I really do need to shower. I'm covered in who knows what from that house."

He laughed slightly and let me go. I smiled until the door to the bathroom closed behind me. I took a deep breath as the expression fell. I still felt kind of sick. The ghost had surprised us, despite being prepared. I made a mental note to actually consider iron rings, just in case. It couldn't hurt to be prepared. I turned on the shower and was in and out within minutes. I didn't have any devil's traps around this one and it only served to make me more anxious. I got dressed quickly and towel-dried my hair as I walked out of the bathroom.

Sam looked up in surprise. "That was fast."

"Yeah, I...I don't like showers," I said quickly. I sat at the end of one of the beds. "Not since Bobby's."

Recognition entered his eyes and it almost looked like pity. I looked away, focusing on wringing the water out of my hair.

"What about a bath?"

"What?" I looked over to see him turned in the chair, facing me.

"A bath. Don't have to close your eyes or have the curtain closed." He raised his eyebrows as he watched me. I saw his eyes roam down before meeting mine again.

I scrunched up my nose at the thought of it. "I haven't had a bath since I was a kid." He smirked at me and for a second I could only imagine what was going on in his head. I felt myself blush. "I'll think about it." I leaned down and wrapped my hair up in the towel. I tucked the end under and looked at him. He was watching me, almost fascinated.

"I haven't seen anyone do that since…" he trailed off. He cleared his throat, looking suddenly uncomfortable.

"Since Jessica?" I asked. He looked at me in surprise. I shrugged. "Makes sense. How many other women do you see come out of the shower?" I raised my eyebrows at him and grinned, trying to let him know it was okay. "Don't worry, Sam. I know she was a big part of your life. I'm not going to get upset because you remember her." I always thought that was stupid in couples. If you were that insecure, break up. It was easier though in this case considering the poor girl was dead. That felt terrible to think. "Besides, it's not like I don't have good memories of people back home, before you."

"You, uh, you said there weren't many. One, right?"

"Um, yeah, one I like...actually slept with." I moved back slightly and crossed my legs under me. "Not the only one I dated. Had a weird deep emotional long-distance thing once with a friend of a friend. That didn't work out. Like I said, I'm not good at letting people in. That tends to stop people from trying." He was staring at me intently like he was trying to figure me out and yet could see right through me. I shifted, suddenly uncomfortable. "What are you doing?" I nodded towards the computer.

"Oh, um, looking at who the ghost was. She's killed someone, so we need to get rid of her before we leave."

"How do you figure it out?"

"Come here," he motioned for me to come closer. I pushed myself off of the bed and walked over to him. I stood behind him and leaned over his shoulder to look. "So first we look at the address, find out who lived there last. Check the city records."

Sam continued to show me how he was breaking into websites he shouldn't have had access to. I put my head on his shoulder and leaned into him as he spoke. I couldn't stop myself from yawning. Sam turned his head slightly.

"You should sleep." His voice was soft.

I shook my head. "I hate sleeping." It was true, in a weird way. It always felt like bad things happened when I slept. Not that being awake seemed to stop them either.

"Here, come on." He motioned for me to move before he stood up. He held the laptop in one hand and reached for me with the other. He led me to the bed. He propped up a pillow before he sat down with his back against the headboard. I sat down next to him and put my head on his shoulder. I was determined to stay awake and see what else he could find. He opened an app on his laptop and I recognized the song that started playing when he clicked on it. The opening guitar chords were familiar. I smiled.

"I love this song," I said softly. Jack Johnson was a favourite for easy rainy days. "Can't you see that it's just raining…" I sang softly. "There ain't no need to go outside…"

"So get this," Sam said. I fell asleep as he continued talking.

I woke up at the sound of the door opening.

"You guys better be decent!" Dean called out. "We're coming in!" I sat up straight, wincing at the pain in my neck. Sam had somehow stayed in the same place with me sleeping on him. I blinked and tried to stretch it out. My hair had fallen out of the towel as I slept. I looked over at Sam and smiled at the exasperated look he gave his brother as Dean dragged Kelly in.

"Sorry!" Kelly said, hitting Dean in the arm. "Your brother doesn't believe in knocking."

"What?" Dean turned to her. "Not like I was wrong. 'Sides, we brought food."

I was still trying to stretch out the kink in my neck as I motioned for Dean to hand it over. I was starving now that he mentioned food. I stiffened as something touched my neck before I realized it was Sam touching me. He pressed his fingers into where the tension was. I felt myself melt into the touch.

"Okay, don't stop that," I muttered, leaning a little further out so he could dig in deeper to the muscle. I heard him chuckle.

"Here," Dean tossed a bag towards me. I caught it and opened it. There was a burger and a salad. I handed Sam the salad and fork before I unwrapped the burger. I regretted the loss of Sam's hand as he put the laptop down and took the salad. "So what'd you find?"

"It's likely a woman named Margaret Hainsbury. She was the last woman who lived there and died in her sleep."

"Why is she so angry then? That's the best way to die," Kelly said, reaching for the drink. Dean and Kelly sat on the other bed as they ate.

"There's a theory it was a home invasion though, that she was murdered in her bed."

"Really?" Dean nodded, his mouth half full. "Alright, where's she buried?"

"Hillside Cemetery. It's actually...it's not far from the house."

"Alright, when are we going?" Kelly asked. Both the men looked at her. "What?"

"You're not coming," Dean said. Kelly turned and frowned at him.

"Of course I'm coming. That bitch threw me into a wall. Besides, we started this thing...by accident but still. We should see it through."

"Kelly, that's not a good idea," Sam said. "You two got lucky in that house. It's safer for you both to stay here."

"We're coming."

"We are?" I asked. I didn't want to go into the house when it was bright and sunny. Going at night sounded way creepier.

"I am," Kelly pointed at me. "Are you really going to stay here alone?"

"Nope," I said instantly. That sounded far worse than anything I could follow Kelly into. "You want to go kill a ghost?"

"Don't you? She hit you with a plate."

"I've had worse," I shrugged. It was true. Jane had done far more damage to me than the ghost had.

"You're not coming." Dean crumpled up the wrapper for the burger and turned to throw it out.

"Look, we'll be careful, okay? We'll stay back and let you do the work. I just want to see it." Kelly reached over and put her hand on Dean's shoulder. "Besides, clearly when we're left alone we get into trouble. So, let us come along. We can keep watch. Or leave us here and hope nothing comes to get us while you're gone." She raised her eyebrows and waited.

Dean held her gaze before he finally looked away. "Damn it! Fine! But you're staying next to us the whole time, got it?"

She grinned at him. "Yup."

I looked over at Sam. "We're going to need weapons if we do this. You guys got any iron?"

I stared into the trunk. It was the middle of the night and we were parked next to the cemetery. Kelly had already grabbed a shotgun and was talking quietly to Dean as I made my choice. It was the first time I had ever looked at the weapons cache.

"What's that?" I pointed to what was slightly tucked towards the back of it.

"It's, uh, it's a battle-axe."

"You have a battle axe?" I looked at Sam in surprise. "That's cool. I don't suppose the knuckles are made of iron, are they?"

"Uh, no, brass."

"Oh." I glanced around at the rest of the weapons. It was mainly a bunch of guns, knives and some crucifixes. If I didn't know them, I would have been horrified to find this. "What's iron?"

"Hold on," Sam leaned in and shuffled things around. He looked like he couldn't find anything. I tried not to roll my eyes. As prepared as these boys were...they weren't well organized.

"What about a tire iron? You can't tell me you don't have one of those. They're iron, right?"

"Here." Sam handed me a crowbar. I took it and tested the weight. It was smaller than the fence pole or the staff I had used so far. It would be weird to have a smaller reach, but I felt slightly better with this instead of a gun. I didn't shoot much.

"Thanks." I tightened my grip on it before I turned to look at the cemetery. It seemed ominous, as though it was somehow darker in there. It didn't help that I knew an angry ghost might show up. I tried to ignore the sudden chill that ran up my spine. This was a terrible idea.

"Hey, you okay?" Sam touched my waist, pulling me in closer to him.

"Yeah, just...cemeteries creep me out." It wasn't a complete lie. He grinned at me.

"Come on, I'll keep you safe."

I nodded, only slightly reassured. There was still too much that could happen. All it would take was one hit to the head on a gravestone and either of us would be out of commission. I needed to get this over with quickly. I looked over at Kelly and Dean. "Ready?"

[tbc]