Disclaimer: I don't own Dean or Sam

Author's Note: I love you guys soo much but I have some bad news. I'm ending this story soon. I just found a really great way to end but don't worry there should be at least two more chapter left.

Game over.

"Okay guys this is hopeless," Sam huffed slamming his laptop shut.

Dean and I looked up from what we were doing and gave him a confused stare. He rolled his eyes and explained.

"No one on the varsity team has died within the past five years. I even did a ten year search and there was no one."

"Maybe he wasn't on the varsity team," I suggested.

"Well, then why would they be the ones dying?"

"Maybe he was cut form the varsity team. Pull up someone's name from the team five years ago. I'll go talk to them and see if he remembers anyone who was cut."

"Don't you just love her when she becomes all smart like that," Dean said coming over to sit next to me.

"Yeah, that might work. Good thinking Temp." Sam smiled and went back to his laptop.

I went back to looking at my book when I felt Dean's hot breath on my neck. He was so close that if I even moved a centimeter he would be kissing me. He leaned up to my ear and whisper huskily into it.

"I can't wait for you to cave so that I can have you all to myself."

I had to scrounge up all my will power to not mouth fuck him right there. I turned to face him and smirked.

"The only thing you have all to yourself, is your right hand," I patted his jean clad crotch, "Have fun with that."

"Got him!" Sam yelled triumphantly as Dean huffed and lied down on the bed.

"Okay I'll go talk to him and meet you guys at the diner down the street in an hour?"

"Sounds good, be careful."

"I will be."

Before I walked out Dean came up behind me and grabbed my waist from behind. I felt his fingers trace the back of my jeans. He slid a gun into the waistband then gently grazed my butt with his hands before he whispered in my ear.

"You always have to protect yourself."

I didn't trust my voice at the moment so I just walked out. When I felt the cold breeze I sighed.

"That guy is going to kill me."

I went to the address Sam gave me and knocked on the door loudly. A man about Sam's age answered the door.

"Can I help you?"

"Yeah, hi I'm T.J. Connors and I was wondering if I could talk to you for a few minutes about the basketball murders since you were on the team and all."

"Sure, come on in." He gave me the smile that Dean gives to all female bartenders.

I just smiled politely and walked inside. We sat down in the living room; he offered me a beer and even though I really wanted one, I refused.

"So, James do you remember anyone weird on the second string basketball team. That might have wanted to get revenge on all the varsity players."

"Actually yeah, there was this one really scrawny kid. He was such a dork, everyone used to make fun of him mercilessly."

"Do you remember his name?"

"Yeah, it was Lionel Cougar, but I doubt he has anything to do with these murders."

"Why do you say that?" I asked curiously.

"He's dead, has been for about five years or so."

Bingo, I thought happily, "How did he die, if you don't mind my asking?"

"He killed himself, hung himself in his closet. His little sister found him two days later."

"That's horrible," I said sadly.

"Yeah, so you want to get a drink sometime?"

"That's flattering it really is but I can't. Sorry, but I'm seeing someone right now."

"Yeah, I should have known."

I smiled and got up to leave. When I arrived at the diner I sat next to Sam to avoid anymore sexual teasing from Dean.

"Did you find anything useful?" Dean asked.

"I found our ghost. His name's Lionel Cougar, he was on the second string. Everyone made of him which ultimately ended in his suicide in his closet."

"Do you have any idea where he's buried?" Sam asked.

"No, but that shouldn't be hard to find." I saw a waitress walk by, "Excuse me Miss?" She turned to face me with a smile, "Can you point us into the direction of the closest cemetery we got lost."

"No problem dear, there's only one cemetery in Windrixville. It's about five miles down the road on your left."

"Thanks so much," I smiled at Dean as she walked away.

"Damn girl you have skills. With your politeness, Sam's puppy dog eyes, and my good looks we could rule the world!" Dean said menacingly.

"You're insane, you know that?" Sam asked laughing.

"Alright so who's doing what this time?" I asked.

"Dean and I will dig, burn, and salt, you just looked after the team and make sure none of them get hurt."

"Sounds good to me," I grabbed some of Dean's fries and shoved them into my mouth.

"Charming isn't she?" Dean said sarcastically to Sam.

I just smirked and showed him the food on my tongue. He and Sam just laughed at me while I continued to eat. That night I was hanging out in the local park where I heard the team was going to be practicing. I was sitting on the bleachers with a duffel bag filled with a shot gun and rock salt next to me. Just a typical Friday night, I laughed to myself.

The team was starting to form on the playground, giving each other high fives and manly hugs. I just gave a disgruntled look.

"Jocks…yuck, never did like them. They think they're cooler than the bad boys of school? Yeah, right. And now I'm talking to myself this is all very good." I murmured.

They started to play when I noticed someone standing by a tree watching them with a disgusted look on his face. I assumed that was the spirit but since he wasn't attacking yet I just sat back and watched. No need to pull out a gun just yet. Then I noticed one of the guys playing fall to the ground clutching his neck. Three other men soon followed his position. I jumped up and grabbed my gun.

I ran over and started shooting the sprit. It disappeared but I knew it was only a matter of time before it came back. I turned to all the guys.

"Run! Get out of here!"

They took off without a second thought. The spirit came back and I shot at it again and again. Finally the fifth time it came back it disintegrated before me.

"About time Winchesters!" I yelled to the empty park.

I walked back to the motel just as the boys were pulling up. I took a seat on the railing and positioned the gun over my shoulder.

"Could you guys have taken any longer?"

"Sorry, Dean wouldn't stop chattering."

Dean didn't say anything he just came up to me and positioned himself in between my legs.

"Game over." He kissed me hard.

I almost dropped the gun but Sam grabbed it and turned away. I threaded my fingers through Dean's hair and opened my mouth for him. When we pulled apart I panted out a response.

"Jesus, where did that come from?"

"I don't know I just saw you sitting here with the gun over your shoulder and it was so damn hot."

"You're a sick puppy," I smiled, "You also lost the bet. Now you have to do something for me."

"Oh god, what is it?"

"I don't know yet, I have to think about it."

We were about to go into the motel when I froze upon hearing the voice form behind us.

"Hello Tempest."

I grabbed Dean's hand and slowly turned around. I almost dropped dead right there in front of the motel. I started shaking as Dean and Sam just looked at me confused.

"Chris…"