Smell

By 7sTar

Author's Notes: Thank you, pmsdevil01 for your cute review, yeah, I wanna make it interesting (in fact, I'm not good at Action or Angst which I like too, blush). Thank you, JA-JA-DA for your advice and encouragement; I'll try my best (I have no time reading….wooops, I think reading is the best way to learn writing); and I'm Jensen and DA fan too. Great thanks to Ghostwriter, hug you, guess ya had a wonderful vocation.

Category: Drama/Humor/ Supernatural

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or Sam and Dean, I just write this for fun. Please don't sue me.

Chap6 Cave and Body; Lure and Anti-Lure

Sam regretted his bad attitude to Swee and wanted to call to say sorry to her but her cell phone was busy. He walked round near Banana hoping to meet Dean. A dark blue car passed by him almost knocked him then the car stopped.

"Be careful, sirrah!" said Willey with a smirk.

Sam stared at him who started his car again and took a photo out of his pocket blinking to Sam then kissed the photo, drove away.

Sam's eyes shallowed. He rang Swee again.

"Sam? I'm about to call you!"

"Listen, I met Willey. He's strange!"

"He's always strange."

"Not like that...I think we should follow him!"

"Ok, where are you?"

"Near Banana, and Willey drove in the direction of the highway."

"The woods came into my mind," Swee said.

"The woods?" Sam looked around, saw a car nearby unlocked, "I saw he take a photo with him." He moved cautiously to the car, took a glimpse at the surroundings, no one noticed him.

"Good, there's must be something in the woods!" Swee said, "Let's call Dean out to pick us."

"Too late!" Sam got into the car, "Tell me where you are and I'll pick you up!"

He ran the car, after a while a man came out of a bar shaking his arms and shouting at the car.

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Dean threw himself into Swee's bed, closed his eyes thinking aloud, "I'm short of sleep!"

"Me too," a voice said.

Dean opened his eyes; saw Swee sitting on the edge of the bed smiling at him.

"You scared me!" Dean sat up, "When did you come back?"

"One minute ago!" Swee rolled her eyes, "You fell asleep."

"Really?" Dean frowned, scratching his hair, "Find Sam?"

"Oh, no." She shrugged.

"Great," said Dean with his corky smirk, "Tell me how you made him so pissed off."

Swee stared at him, deep into his water hazel-green eyes, moved slowly towards him and pressed her hands on his chest; spoke slowly, "I told him I loved you!"

"What?" Dean tried to drag himself out of her seductive beautiful eyes, "Are you kidding?"

"No," she said licking her full lips, moved her face close to his. She felt Dean was stiff. He stared at her then grabbed her arms when her lips almost meet his, "What the hell are you doing?"

"You don't wanna kiss me?" Swee asked, teasing him, "I can see the fire in your eyes!"

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"We should stop him, the idiot!" Swee grumbled following Sam. They had caught up with Willey and traced along him in the dark woods.

"Not now!" said Sam, "If we wanna know what the hell in the woods."

"All right," Swee said with a sigh, "Someone must tell him the stupid trick just like Tina told Nick."

"Grace...," Sam paused, "Or Jessica!"

"Sam...,"Swee wrapped her arm around his waist, "I'm sorry. Jessica is a good girl, she never..."

"Yeah, she was!" Sam interrupted her, "But it's not her! The one I saw was not Jess!"

"Some ghost used her body? Maybe another shape shifter!"

"I don't know," he grasped her arm which around his waist, "And I apologize to you!"

"For what?"

"For leaving you alone!"

"Ok, I forgive you!" Swee smiled at him, "Guess you'll see uncle cops the third time!"

"Huh?" Sam questioned her with an arched eyebrow.

"I know you borrowed the car without asking its owner!"

"See, you guessed my secret!" Sam made a face to her.

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"I'm always passionate to pretty girls," Dean said avoiding her eyes, walked over to the door, "Where's Sam?"

"I don't know," Swee followed him, stared at him, "But now, just two of us!"

"Yeah! Just two of us!" Dean posed his charming smile and suddenly pushed her against the door.

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"Where will he go?" Swee complained to Sam, "I've never been here before."

"Me too," Sam said, "None of my friends mentioned they camped here."

"And we both think we're so familiar with the woods," Swee chuckled.

"Too well-known to notice."

"Sam?"

"What?"

"Could you tell me how you know it's not Jessica?"

"If it were SHE, she won't avoid me!"

"Come on! She won't scared you cause she's a ghost! She didn't know your business!"

"If she won't scared me she won't scared others either!"

"How do you say that?"

"Cause she loved me!" Sam stared at her, "And I loved her too!"

Swee dumbfounded and stopped behind Sam, deep in thought. Sam stopped suddenly and dragged Swee forward, "Look, Willey found his destination!"

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Swee wrapped her legs around Dean's waist and closed her eyes waiting his lips crash on her. But she felt her neck scragged by Dean' hand; she opened her eyes saw Dean glared at her coldly. "What the hell are you? Where are Sam and Swee?"

"Are you crazy, Dean?" She gasped, put her hands on his, struggled to jerk his hands off her neck, "I'm Sweetie!"

"Don't play with me any more!" Dean warned, "Grace? Molly? Do you have other names?"

"Well, well, well," Swee said, her voice became shrilly, "How did you know?"

"Some occupational practice," Dean harrumphed, snuffling his nose, "And I have an acute nose. You smell like corpse!"

"Did you smell it in Banana that night?" She exhaled a deep breath to him which made him cold from neck to back. Her hands and feet began to become sharp claws poking into his arms and legs.

"No," Dean said, still putting a bold face on himself, "We're not close enough that night." He could feel the pricks on his body, frowning jerked him from her dangerous "hug", "You killed Tina, Nick and Grace?"

"You know so much about me!" She smiled, frapped him tight.

"Not much!" Dean set his teeth, "What are you?"

"Whatever I am, you can do nothing to me!" She burst into a holy laughter; her tongue elongated from her mouth and entwined his neck.

"Bitch!" Dean groaned, eyes widened at her, his left hand tried to reach the saber in the pocket of his jeans.

"Too late!" She popped her eyes wide, "You'll get lost in my woods!" Two great volumes of green smoke burst out of her eyes onto his face. Dean felt cold and dark devoured him.

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Willey was digging, feeling unwell, why did he listen to what that Grace said and came here in the night? Stupid witchery! He wanted to give up then some green smoke burst out from the hole he's digging. He cried out and dropped into the hole.

"Here it comes!" Sam shouted at Swee, ran over to catch him but in vain. Swee followed him quickly, looked down at the deep dark hole, shouted, "Willey!"

"There's something in it" Sam said, searched in Willey's big bag, picked out of a rope, tied one end to a tree, the other around his waist.

"No, Sam! It's danger!" Swee held him back.

"We have no choice!" said Sam, jerked from her hands, "We should save him! We must know what's beneath it. "

"Alright, but it's a two-man job!" Swee clasped her arms around Sam's waist and dragged him into the hole before he knew what she's doing.

They landed on the ground which was floppy and sloppy. Some rotten smell rushed into their noses. They lighted up their flashlights, changed their eyes, moved slowly, back to back, searching around. It's a cave.

"Sam, look!" Swee elbowed his arm, pointing to her a cliff facing her. They ran over there. Grace was nailed to the cliff, eyes popped out, dry bloodstain on her pallid skin, like a mummy. Sam saw Willey lying bending on the ground, he bent down to check his body, "He's just passed out and his leg's broken, maybe hit the cliff."

"So Grace's spirit is the ghost?" Swee asked, "Nick killed her?"

"I don't think so!" Sam rose up, looked at the corpse, "She was killed a way like Jesus which means she could never become a ghost."

"You mean she's unregenerate?"

"Right," Sam said, "Some thing killed her, turned into her appearance."

"Now where is it?" Swee said looking around vigilantly in the cave, "Why didn't it come out to kill us?"

"It's not here," Sam frowned, "You can say me mad, whatever, I feel something wanna help me, and lead us here."

"Maybe," Swee muttered, "But what can we do to the corpse?"

"I don't know," Sam shook his head, took a glance at Willey, "We'd better get him out of here!"

"Yeah, " Swee shrugged, "Every time we came here, we save a fool's ass!"