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He's still there

Set sometime after Hook Man.

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Dean ignored him. He looked everywhere but him. He tried to think of anything BUT what was happening right now.

He thought about hunts, about fights, about nights out and about girls.

Wait.

No!

Don't think about nights with girls, that just makes this whole thing seem even weirder if he reminisced about bathing with a girl. Oh but that had been good. Claire? Cat? What was her name?

"Lift your arm"

Dean ignored his brother, refused to acknowledge he was even in the room. But he raised his arm nonetheless.

Sam smirked as Dean refused to look his way, hold eye contact in anyway. Did he think this was fun for Sam? Well , actually, truth be told Sam was ecstatic at being able to help his brother but he knew if he let on that Dean would simply stomp out of the room and never look back.

It had been going so well, they had been called in to deal with a haunting. A normal, run of the mill haunting. Easily solved and thankfully the grave was marked. Sam kept an eye on the family while his brother had gone to dig up the stiff. They had been such a nice family, so terrified with being attacked nightly by the spirit. Seemed the spirit blamed the husband for stealing his wife.

So much for death do us part.

The wife had divorced her first husband two years previous. Within a few months she had met husband number two, fallen in love and remarried. Everything had been going so well, everything had been as it should be. That's when Karen was told by an old friend that Dave, husband number one, had been killed a month prior in a house fire, the grief was short lived and everything returned to normal, until Karen became pregnant and Rob started to feel like he was being followed.

That's when Dave reappeared.

At first neither of them could believe it. It was impossible they were sure. Karen had called all her old friends, demanding to know what the sick joke was. Why they thought lying to the newly weds was funny. Yet all the friends denied knowledge and all confirmed Dave had , in fact, died.

The noises at night they could cope with, the furniture moving around was annoying but doable, the attack on Rob was not so easily forgiven.

He'd found himself pinned to the floor, the spirit throwing fire across his body, not burning him too badly. Not yet. Dave wanted the son of a bitch to suffer for a while longer before he took his life. He was sure these two had been having an affair while he was still married to Karen. He was so sure of it. But to be having a child now! That wasn't right. That wasn't allowed. He couldn't rest until she was back in his arms where she belonged and Rob and the devil child banished to the depths of hell to burn forever.

That's when Karen had met a kind young man at the supermarket. He'd seen the fear in her eyes and she'd poured her heart out to him over coffee. He said he could help. Said he knew how to save her husband. There had been something in his eyes which she had believed. Something so sincere. She'd instantly trusted him but at the same time she wanted to mother him. He'd seemed so lost, so vulnerable. Yet so capable. He'd taken charge of her situation. Told her he'd help , that he and his brother did this kind of thing for a living. They could handle this and all would be well.

And she'd believed him.

Rightly so.

Sam had dropped Dean at the cemetery and gone on to keep an eye on Karen and Rob. As much as Dean wanted to be the one to take it easy and not have to dig the bones up he knew Sam was safer with the family. And that won out over his wanting to watch over a cute girl. Karen was quite a looker, but not quite Dean's type. Although he wasn't all that sure what his type really was. He was willing to try them all out though. Best to stick to the unmarried ones though, especially after the last time. Karen and Rob had seemed so scared but the thought of the nightmare being over seemed to give them both a renewed strength. Rob was still recovering from burns across his body so Sam stood guard against another attack. Just in case Dave wasn't willing to go back to sleep just yet.

There had been no sign of Dave, no sign of anything. Sam's phone rang shrilly in his pocket, making all three jump in unison.

"Hey Dean. Is it done?"

Silence answered him, then the sound of fumbling and a whispered swear.

"Sammy?"

Ok that wasn't the cocky strong Dean he knew. This was hurt Dean. Sam immediately took charge.

"Where are you?"

"Grave"

"Is Dave there?"

"Burned"

"You burned the bones?"

"They burned me back"

"I'm on my way"

Sam had made it to the cemetery at such a speed he'd forgotten to tell Karen and Rob that their problem was over. He parked the car and ran across the street into the cemetery. Searching amongst the graves he kept calling for his brother. Calling and getting no answer. What the hell had happened? This should have been easy, a simple burning.

Dean was slouched by Dave's grave. His bones still smouldering at the bottom of the six foot hole. Dean was hunched forward, his shoulders tense through his thin grey t-shirt. Sam approached slowly. Dean's phone was laying discarded by his knee and his brother was cradling both hands in his lap.

"Dean? Hey man you ok?"

"Sammy?"

Dean looked up as Sam rounded him. He seemed to be in so much pain, his face scrunched up as he bit his lip. Sweat coating his features and smearing with the mud from the grave.

"What happened?"

"The damn bastard threw fire at me"

"What?"

"I poured the fluid on the bones, about to set them alight, when the bastard threw fire at me"

Sam looked his brother up and down, his face was covered in soot and his clothes looked muddy and torn. Seemed like Dave wasn't going to go down without a fight after all. Sam's eyes fell to Dean's hands, still in his lap. They were both facing upward and were black. No redness could be seen, no blood. Just black.

"Jesus Dean"

Sam carefully lifted each hand to examine it. The burns looked pretty bad as far as he was concerned. Dean winced each time Sam pressed into the skin.

"We gotta get you to the hospital"

"Are his bones still burning?"

"Yeah"

"Good. Hope the son of a bitch is toasty in hell"

Dean looked intently at the shower, how the hell did someone dream up the idea of a shower and bath in one? I'm mean really, ya sitting there one day, beer in one hand, remote in the other. Well, maybe not remote, maybe a wench and some chicken legs? When the hell were showers and baths invented anyway? Was it a guy that invented them? Or a girl maybe? They seemed like a girlie thing but Dean was sure a guy invented the shower and bath combo. Only a guy could be that practical. A girl would have had the two separate he was sure. Then would bitch and complain about the fact.

What was that girls name that he'd had a bath with? Kerrie? Kimmy? Something like that. It had seemed like a stupid idea at the time but seeing as she was still to get naked he'd gone along with it. As he'd walked into the candle lit bathroom all his dreams seemed to come true. There she was, soaped up and waiting beneath the bubbles. Dean had quickly undressed, relished her eyes across his body as she savoured every indent in his skin, every muscle. God she'd really liked him. He'd slipped into the tub and instantly her hands covered every inch of him. It was only then that he realised she was cleaning him. He relaxed into her touch and allowed her this strange, but pleasurable moment. In fact, he'd never considered a chick cleaning him to be a form of foreplay. But boy did he now.

That experience ranked up there as the most sensual of his life. No girl had ever topped that. The sex after had been great, amazing even. But the feel of her attention across his body in that tub could never be matched.

Not even by the brunette who was currently cleaning him.

God he was never going to live this down.

"Lean forward"

Dean grunted his displeasure but leaned forward despite his annoyance.

This was just stupid. This took the biscuit. This was so not fair.

Sam tried to not smirk at his brother. Was it his fault he reeked? No. Was it his fault Dean was unable to wash himself? Hell no! The stupid jerk had gotten himself hurt. Ok, well maybe that was a little unfair. The stupid jerk had only been trying to help by burning bones. How were they to know Dave would be able to attack Dean in a graveyard. His fathers voice resounded between his ears. Just because it hasn't happened before, doesn't mean it won't ever happen. Always be on alert.

Yeah.

Thanks Dad.

Great advice.

TBC...

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