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Reaching the café, they went up to the counter and she ordered 3 coffees's to go. She didn't bother looking around, she didn't want to know if "they" were there again. Dean leant on the counter next to her.

"You know, you need to lighten up some, its not like they're going to take you, they have to go through me and Sam first" he told her softly. She met his gaze.

"I know that, and I know that Sam will figure it out, but I can't help feeling –" she shrugged. "I don't know" she offered him a smile. He rubbed her arm.

"You know I love you right?" he told her. But what kind of love? She asked herself. She nodded. He went closer to her and gave her a kiss. "We need some us time" he needed to focus her, she was too badly wound up, she wasn't normally like that, but he guessed that the cabin incident had left her dented. That some things were out of her control.

She was too much like him. Control freaks they were.

Sam would be proud.

Or not.

She was about to say something when they were interrupted by a girl that they knew, dean knew her more then she did. Emma recognised her from the library.

"Dean hi" they both turned.

"Cassie" he replied. Cassie looked at her, waiting. For an introduction?

"I saw you at the library – the other day" cassie told her. Emma smiled.

"Yeah, I came to see the boys" Cassie nodded and looked at Dean.

"Sorry, Emma this is Cassie, we met a few months ago on a gig" dean introduced them. Cassie gave her a hand to shake which Emma took although she didn't want to.

"If you don't mind me asking – what relation are you to the boys?" Cassie asked.

"I'm Sam's sister –"

"And my girlfriend" dean told her. Cassie was confused, she couldn't figure that one out. "Long story cassie" he looked at Emma.

Emma grabbed the coffees and turned back to them. "I'm going back, Sam's waiting for his coffee, nice to meet you Cassie" dean said his goodbyes and they left.

Reaching their rooms, Emma gave Sam his coffee and she went and sat next to him.

"ok let's figure this one out, - we were led to this place because of some crazy spin doctor, who apparently experimented on his patients, so far we haven't seen him, instead we saw his friends – but why are they here – they only tried to kill me once, they can travel anywhere, they can touch but not be touched, kinda like dean" she lowered her voice when she said that, Sam sniffed back his laughter.

"I heard that" dean replied.

"Sorry –" she cleared her throat. "ok so, what these guys need their bones properly buried?" a sharp pain in her forehead grabbed her unawares so much that she cut off from what she was saying. She closed her eyes and fingered her temples. Sam watched her and held up a hand to dean to wait.

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'The room was cold and dark, trays with instruments laid about the place, and there was a hint of moisture, gurneys were against the walls, with dark stains.

Skeletal remains on the floor, and each had a badge attached to their now deteriorated uniforms' with another blinding pain her vision faded and she opened her eyes and focused on Dean.

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"That Asylum – does it have like an attic or cellar? Somewhere dark, maybe humid?" she asked them both.

"Maybe, we'd have to check, do you think Dr Freak was doing his experiments down there?" dean asked her.

"It's what I saw, gurneys, trays, tools, and remains with badges on them which I'm guessing are the orderlies" she took a sip of her coffee and looked at Sam. "So do you think it will be a simple end?" Sam shrugged.

"Nothing is ever simple, we can get rid of the bones but for the Dr –" he shrugged. "I don't know, he hasn't shown up yet"

"Right" she checked her watch – it wasn't 5pm yet. "So we'll go back after dark?"

"That's the idea" dean replied.

"So your research is pretty much what – useless until we find Dr freak, and know what we're dealing with" she said looking at Sam. He leant back in his chair.

"Pretty much, well I'm going for a shower, nothing like smelling all nice for the freaks" he got up and went to his room to do that.

"So what you said before –" she looked up at dean as he spoke up. "Touch but not be touched, that hurt"

"And you've been holding on to that for the last hour?"

"Yeah, it hurt"

"How so – its not like you haven't been touched more then enough lately" she replied.

"Well – not by you in any case"

"My point is made"

He was silent for a minute while his mind thought about that. "Ah you mean her, how she's all touchy feely"

"I didn't mean a thing by it, scout's honour" she held up two fingers.

"You know you are allowed your chick flick moments every so often" he told her.

"Am I due yet?" she asked half smiling.

"More then overdue I think" he patted the bed beside him. She moved over to him and sat down. He looked at her. "So tell me your chick flick thought"

"Get your mind out of the gutter" she told him.

"Hey my mind is not in the gutter, its here on this bed with a very hot beautiful woman"

"Right, you expect me to believe that?"

"Which bit, the hot beautiful bit or the gutter bit"

"Gutter bit, I already know how hot I am" she told him giving him a kiss.

"well see it's comments like that – that get my mind into the gutter" he pushed her back and as the fairy tale would say. He had his wicked way with her.

Or not.

Depends if you had a ghost audience or not.

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more to come!