Supernatural

Do you really?

The next morning I woke up to Dean singing in the shower. I shifted in my bed and looked at Sam. He was looking through his dad's journal and smiling.

"How do you stand that singing?" I said sitting up.

"You get used to it." He said smiling.

"I hope I never have to get used to that."

"Do you really?"

Sam asked giving me a questioning look. I just gave him a half smile and stood up. I streched my back and arms when Dean came out of the bathroom. I ran in and changed and then came back out.

"Dean keep your day job. Singing is not your thing."

"Yeah and being nice isn't yours." He said. I rolled my eyes and stuck out my tongue.

"Okay CHILDREN let's go." Sam said opening the door trying to get us out. We got to the library in about 15 minutes. I was wondering around looking through some files when I felt someone come up behind me. I felt their breath on my neck. I knew it was Dean because of the way he was so close.

"Do you remember Junior year two months after we started dating?" He asked with a slight chuckle in his voice.

"What about it?" I said trying to avoid looking up into his eyes.

"We came here quite a lot do you remember why?" He said getting extremely close to my neck again.

"No..." I said looking down trying to forget.

"Really...You don't remember telling your parents that you were coming here to study but we actually snuck back there..." He pointed to the very secluded area of the library where no one goes, "To make-out."

He whispered the last part in my ear. He smirked at me and then walked to what we used to call our private corner. I couldn't take it anymore. I loved Dean so much and I always have. But right not it wasn't love driving me towards him it was lust. I got up and went over to the secluded corner. Dean was leaning against a bookcase with his arms folded over his chest giving me his cocky smile. I walked over to him and he took my face in his hands. He sealed my lips with his and parted them with his tongue. He pushed up against a book case as we continued to make-out. After about ten minutes I pulled away but he kept his arms around my waist trying to kiss me again.

"No, Dean come on. We have to figure out what's going in my house."

"I rather find out what's going on in your mouth." I laughed but then pushed him away. I straightened my hair and my outfit then walked back to the files I was looking at. Sam came running over.

"Hey I found something." He sat down and read aloud a file to us, "John Dermont was born and raised in Iowa. Had a loving wife and three kids. His wife went mad one night and killed the husband and buried him somewhere by the house police have no idea where. She then took the three kids to the lake and drowned them The police found their bodies and gave them a proper burial. They found the wife three days later with two slit wrists on the side of the road." Sam looked up and then he gave me a look of concern since he saw I was shocked.

"Okay so why does the spirit like me?" I asked trying to come out of my trance.

"Probably because you look a lot like his wife." Sam said holding up a picture of her. She had my hair and body structure and the same colored eyes.

"Here's the thing though if he thinks that your like his wife he's thinking that your going to betray him so he probably wants to lure you in then kill you." Dean said.

"I love how you say that so casually. So where do you think we'll find the body?"

"Well what's in the basement?" Sam asked curiously.

"Just a few old photo albums, some toys, and a locked filing cabnit." I said brushing it off.

Dean and Sam looked at each other. "Well best start with the locked cabnit."

"But wont the spirit put up a fight?"

"Yup." Dean and Sam said at the same time.