A/N: So, okay, it may seem a little Mary Sue-ish here… well actually I don't think it does because she annoys the hell out of me (you'll see) but yeah, I dislike Mary Sue-ism and I don't really want to give the boys a girlfriend b/c for now I like them single, they can worry about girls once they have everything else fixed. 

I was wondering… I've been searching endlessly for this story… about the boys and they're at this quaint little Bed and Breakfast, the owners are Betty and Earl. They find an graveyard in the woods and there is a banshee… ring any bells? Because I lost it and I REALLY want to find it. I searched for like an hour for it and I am going to be really upset about it if I never find it. So if anyone knows tell me and I'll give you a cookie… actually I'll just post for you. THANKS


Chapter four; Protectors

When Sam had taken to the part of taking care of his brother, he wasn't sure. Probably after Dean's little run in with a stun gun and a puddle. It's strange. Dean fought danger for four years without Sam's knowledge, but his own fault is what almost killed him. And what would have had Sam not been there. As bad as Sam felt for the death of that man, he'd do it all over again in a heartbeat if it was the only way to save his brother.

He'd do just about anything to keep his brother here, with him.

They'd never known how to love each other the right way. It was like they loved each other so much they had to pretend otherwise. It's what kept Sam from crying like a baby at Dean's bedside when he told him he was going to die. It's what kept Dean from admitting how worried he really was about Sam's visions.

But it also kept them strong.

Love made them weak. Tears made them a target. They couldn't afford to be vulnerable, ever. Dean understood that. Sam didn't want to.

Neither of them had really spoken since they left the hospital. Dean cleared his throat and turned the radio down a little.

"You hungry?" Dean asked. Sam grinned, some things never changed. Growing up Dean had an insatiable appetite, but of course Sam was the one who got chubby. Dean had always been on the lean side, until he hit adulthood. He wasn't fat by any means, but the tables had turned. Sam could eat without worrying, but Dean would gain two or three pounds with every week full of fast food. Of course chasing after ghosts and demons did keep one in shape.

"We ate like, two hours ago." Sam reminded him. Dean nodded.

"Yeah, exactly. I'm hungry again." Dean explained. Sam shrugged. "You want food?" He nodded. "Good. You don't look so good."

"And that from ghostly-pale over here?" Sam asked dubiously. Dean gave him a look. "What freaked you out back there?" Dean let a small grin grow on his lips.

"She rejected me." Dean whispered in mock horror. "Proves what I've thought all along." He explained and turned into the old restaurant parking lot.

"And what is that?" Sam asked. Dean flashed him that famous cocky grin.

"You have to be crazy to reject Dean Winchester."

"You boys look like you've seen a ghost." The waitress said with a smile. Dean smiled at Sam and Sam looked back with a warning gaze. Dean looked at her.

"Nope, just a beautiful girl." He bit the inside of his lip and looked her over. "Blue is your color." He said, noting the buttons on her blouse that were not quite fastened securely. She smiled.

"Why thank you." She said with genuine happiness. He got out her notepad and the pen from behind her overly pierced ear. "What can I get you two, today?" She asked. "Besides my phone number." She added, pointing the pen at Dean. He raised his hands in surrender.

"Damn, now I have to go over the menu again." Dean grabbed the menu. Sam rolled his eyes disgustedly. She looked at Sam and he couldn't help but notice how much she looked like Jessica. They could have been sisters, maybe even twins. She had brown hair and brown eyes, but something about her… it screamed Jess. She too seemed to find something familiar in Sam.

"Do I know you?" She asked, pointing her pen now at Sam. Dean looked at her and then at Sam, suspicion on his face. Sam shrugged and shook his head.

"I don't think we've ever met." Sam said honestly. "I'm Sam." She nodded.

"I think I knew that." She said quietly. "Oh, I'm Lisa… but gosh, you look so darn familiar. I would never forget that cute face." She reached out and ruffled his hair. "And this way adorable hair!" Sam smiled bashfully. Dean coughed into his fist. Sam looked at him and then back at Lisa.

"Oh, this is my older brother Dean." Sam said softly. Lisa smiled at Dean but instantly turned her attention back to Sam. He saw his older brother shake his head dismissively and scam the room for other hot waitresses. "I went to Stanford… did we meet there ever?" Sam asked. Lisa laughed, a beautiful noise that made Dean looked at her. But his attention was directed away just as quickly.

"Oh no. I've never been out of Iowa. Or Storm Lake, actually." She shrugged. "I'm a small town girl through and through."

"So is Sam." Dean butted in and then pulled out of the conversation again. Sam glared at him and Lisa laughed again. "I think I'll get a bacon cheeseburger." Dean told her. Lisa's eyes grew.

"Oh, so sorry. I'm sure you want to eat." She wrote down Dean's order. "Fries?" He nodded. "And… a chocolate milkshake?" She asked. Dean nodded.

"How'd you know?" He asked, looking at her with adoration in his eyes. She smiled and shrugged in an overly ditzy way they both thought was adorable… surprisingly.

"I just know these things. It's my calling." She explained and then laughed. "Great calling, right?" They both nodded. "And Sammy…" She smiled at him. "You want a… barbeque chicken sandwich with raspberry lemonade." He nodded.

"Sounds delicious." He said with a grin. She nodded.

"Oh it is. It's my favorite." She whispered and took their menus. "I'll be back in jiff." She skipped off. They both leaned out of their booth to watch her. They looked at each other.

"Dude, way to steal her." Dean whispered. Sam leaned forward.

"Get over yourself Dean, she was interested in me. Not all girls are into your jerky technique of flirting." Sam hissed. Dean kicked him under the table. Sam tried to kick him back, but Dean had pulled his legs up. Dean laughed at him, but Sam found his leg and that shut him up real quick. Dean grumbled something Sam chose not to hear.

"Hey!" Someone screamed. There was a loud crash and more screaming. Sam and Dean jumped to their feet. They watched a man, who had obviously had too much to drink grab Lisa and hold a broken bottle to her neck. Sam and Dean ran over towards him. He saw them and pushed the bottle closer to her neck. They stopped.

"Come any closer and I kill her." His words slurred. Lisa looked fearfully at the sharp glass. Sam held his hands out, the universal "calm down" sign.

"Hey, man, just let her go. We can talk this out. No one needs to get hurt." Sam said calmly. He saw Dean going towards the gun in his belt and elbowed him in the gut. People were leaving the restaurant and the drunk was getting nervous and agitated. Lisa whimpered when he pushed the bottle close enough to break skin.

"Look, someone is going to call the police. They'll be here and they're going to shoot you if you have a hostage." Dean said simply. The man's eyes got huge and he started at Dean. He nodded. "Yeah. In the head." Dean explained as though he were talking to a five year old. "You'll die instantly." Sam glared at him.

"Dean!" He yelled angrily. The man flinched and dropped the bottle. Lisa twisted in his arms, elbowing him in the face and pining him down on the ground, his arm twisted painfully behind his back.

"Take me hostage?" She screamed and shoved his face into the sticky ground of the bar. "I hope this teaches you a lesson!" She said angrily. Dean ran over and pulled her off.

"Okay, honey. I think he gets it." Dean whispered as he carried her away, kicking and squirming.

"No! That numb-nuts cut me!" She screamed. Dean set her down roughly on a booth table and lifted her chin so he could look at the cut. Sam was helping the man to his feet, his forehead was bleeding from hitting the ground.

"It's a little scratch." Dean explained and looked at her. She was royally pissed off. She had her arms crossed over her chest and she was glaring at him.

"I'll give you a little scratch…" She grumbled. She sighed and pointed to her cheek. "Kiss me and make me feel better." She demanded. That didn't go unnoticed by either brother. Dean did it happily. Sam looked away and helped the man sit on the closest bar stool.

"Better?" Dean asked. She smiled teasingly and shook her head. She pointed to the corner of her lips.

"I think I need it here." She whispered. Dean complied. They both looked at each other. Dean stared at her lips.

"Oh, you know… I think he gave you a split lip." He lied. She raised her eyebrows.

"Really?" She asked with fake shock. He nodded. "Oh, well you'd better kiss it, you know, just to be safe."

"You think?" Dean asked. She nodded. "Oh, I don't know…" He was about to lean in, when someone grabbed his shirt collar and yanked him back. He turned around and looked at Sam. He was obviously in pain. "You've gotta be kidding me." Dean groaned and grabbed Sam before he fell forward.

"Oh my God, what's wrong with him?" Lisa asked, jumping off the table. Dean looked at her.

"Migraines. Can you go get some aspirin or something?" Dean asked. Lisa nodded and ran into the backroom. "Sam." Dean whispered, lifting his brother's face. Sam gave him that look and Dean knew he was having a vision.

"You will pay for coming between them!" A woman screamed. Dean was sitting on the ground, Sam's body in his arms.

"You sick, bitch!" Dean yelled. "If you hurt him…" He looked down at Sam and shook him gently. "Sam, Sammy, hey, you have to wake up." He hugged him to his chest, Sam's head rolling to the side.

He was able to himself. His face moments before death. He was stony pale and had blood running down his face.

Dean had something running down his face…but it wasn't blood. It was tears. Dean was crying. And the woman laughing… it was Lisa. He saw her green eyes gleam in the moonlight before she lunged.

Sam shot up with a yell. He panted heavily as he looked around the room. Someone pressed a cold towel to his forehead.

"He's awake!" Lisa called. She was sitting next to him on the bed, her legs underneath her. She had changed into jean shorts and a yellow tank top. Sam scooted away from her. "Sam, it's me, Lisa. It's okay." She whispered gently. Sam looked at her. Her eyes weren't green. They were brown, dark brown. No way they could ever look green. They were almost black they were so brown.

Dean walked into the room and smiled at his brother. "Hey sleeping beauty. Have a good dream?" He said, his voice getting a little louder on the word 'dream'. Sam nodded.

"Yeah… I'll tell you about it later." He climbed out of the bed. "I'm going to take a shower. Show me how to work this shower, again?" He whispered and pushed Dean into the bathroom.

"Dude, you sounded so incredibly gay back there…" Dean started. Sam covered his mouth. He had no time for Dean's crap.

"Shut up." Sam hissed. "Dude, my vision, she killed me." Might as well get to the chase. Dean frowned and knocked his hand away.

"Lisa?" He asked. Sam nodded. "There must be more to the story. She wouldn't kill you."

"Well… her eyes were green in the dream. And her eyes are brown, very brown." Sam noticed Dean got visibly rigid. "What, what is it?"

"It's just that… that Tracey girl said that her friend's eyes were green when she killed that guy… but she had brown eyes for as long as Tracey had known her." Dean whispered.

"So something is possessing them… but why would it go after me?" Sam asked. Dean shrugged. "Well, what else did Tracey tell you?"

"Um… she said something about a tattoo." Dean scratched his head. "And mentioned something about me being dead." He said quickly. Sam grabbed his arm.

"Whoa, wait, what?" Sam almost yelled. Dean looked at him. "Dean, why didn't you mention this earlier?"

"I didn't think it was important." Dean admitted lamely. Sam looked at him.

"Someone tells you you're going to die and you don't think that's important?" Sam asked in disbelief. Dean shrugged.

"Apparently not… but she mentioned something about her still being there. I thought she was talking about Joy, but maybe she was talking about what possessed Joy." Dean explained.

"So we need to find out whose doing the possession and what the connection is between Tracey and Joy and us." He sighed. "Dean… that man in the hospital… he channeled something…"

"Guys, did you fall in the toilet or something?" Lisa asked gently and tapped on the door. Dean looked at Sam.

"Tell me later." Dean whispered and opened the door. Lisa smiled at them. She definitely had brown eyes. But Sam still saw the potential for evil in her. He couldn't shake it out of his system.