Author's note: Part of this chapter contains scenes from Season 4 Episode 6: Yellow Fever. This chapter is spread out a little bit and meant to move things along. Thank you for the kind reviews so far! I agree that I don't see many, if any, Supernatural stories like this one. Considering how many fanfictions are posted each day, it's kind of surprising!

Dean contemplated his entire life in this one moment, wondering how he got to this point. A little over a month ago, he had been in hell, and right now, this situation was much worse.

"Yeah, can I get a large…vanilla coffee…milk…"

"I said Venti Iced…

"What in the hell is a Venti?"

"A large, but not too large," Skylar affirmed in a matter-of-fact voice.

"They get the fuckin' idea."

"Dean!"

"Ehhhhhh…"

Dean leaned back towards the speaker in the drive thru.

"Venti, Iced…"

"Sugar-free…" Skylar prompted slowly.

"Sugar-free," he rolled his eyes.

"Vanilla latte with soy milk."

"Vanilla latte with soy milk." Dean finished with a wry look, turning a steely eyed gaze towards his passenger seat companion.

The Starbucks employee repeated the order at an unnaturally fast pace. "That's a ventiicedsugar-freevanillalattewithsoymilk…can I get you anything else?"

Dean shook his head to clear the confusion from his mind. "Um, black coffee and Double-smoked Bacon, Cheddar and Egg Sandwich."

"Size for your coffee?"

Dean wasn't going to go through that again. "Surprise me."

"You're total is $15.95. Please pull forward."

Dean put the Impala in drive. "16 bucks for one sandwich and two coffees? Highway robbery."

"Stop bitching."

"And when do you start ordering stuff without sugar and real milk? Usually, you eat like a man."

"I only eat like that when I'm around you. I always gain 5 pounds when you come to town." Skylar lifted her shirt to adjust the bandage on her abdomen. "And considering our current state of affairs, you may have a 300 pound wife by the end of the year."

"Well, you better hit the bricks with Sammy every morning, because I can't lug a chubby girl around to a vampire raid. Even fit, you suck in a fight."

"Bite me."

Dean clicked his teeth together in a biting motion, smiling.

They pulled out onto the highway, and surprisingly, the 7 hour drive to Maple Grove, Minnesota was not half bad. He was thankful that Skylar wasn't a big talker and actually enjoyed his taste in music. Maybe over the years, he had had a positive effective on her in some way or another.

She didn't even seem to mind it when he pushed Baby to 100 on a long stretch of deserted road.

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all…but those Starbucks runs had to go.

"Janis Joplin…Stevie Nicks…people actually believe this crap?"

"You'd be surprised," Sam said with a shrug.

Skylar looked down at her new fake badges with a frown. While it was cool seeing her face on a badge that said FBI and Homeland Security, it was a little disturbing to see her 14 year old self staring back at her while honing a fake famous name. These were awful.

"Isn't this my Halloween pic from 2 years ago? I'm dressed like Cher from Clueless and grinning like an idiot."

"It'll work in a pinch. It's the only photo I could find of you on Dean's other, other…other phone. No one actually pays attention to the picture, only the department you're from."

"Dean had a picture of me?" She mentally kicked herself for blurting out the question, instantly gaining a half smile from her new brother-in-law as he sat back down at the table and reopened his lap top.

"Guess so…"

Skylar remembered when the photo had been taken. Two years ago, she went trick-or-treating with a group of friends, and Dean had shown up on her door step without any warning. He was good at that.

She remembered him demanding she stay…that it wasn't safe. And when she went anyway, he had trailed behind her, but not before giving her shit for going trick-or-treating in the first place. He had even whipped out his phone to capture the embarrassing moment, but she gave him a dazzling smile instead to show that she didn't care if he tried to mortify her.

But on the other hand…good thing he doesn't know how to use social media.

She also remembered him eating half of her candy and passing out on the bean bag chair in the corner of her bedroom. It had been a good night.

She shook her head to come back to reality as Dean strolled into the small motel room located next to Arbor Lake. The scent of fresh water air hit her like a brick and refreshed her senses. However, the breeze from the water made the October air biting against her skin. Dean shut the door with his left boot as he strolled in with bags full of ammunition like they were groceries.

"Let's get this show on the road!"

He opened the bag and began loading salt rounds like his life depended on it…but if you really thought about it…their lives did depend on it.

A week later…Rockridge, Colorado

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA."

"That was scary!"

Sam walked away with an amazed look while Skylar couldn't help but bust out laughing. She shut the abandoned locker with a loud bang, causing Dean to jump and clutch at his chest before following his brother out of the room, armed with a…flash light.

Ghost sickness. Who actually comes down with ghost sickness?

"This has to be the best day of my life."

"Ah!" Dean jumped at the sound of her voice. "Don't sneak up on someone like that."

She shook her head and chuckled again before raising her salt gun to follow the guys around the corner.

Currently, her husband of 8 days, who wasn't afraid of anything, was going to die of a heart attack (literally), if they didn't gank the ghost that started this whole thing. She had already hunted 3 ghosts in a week. Would it kill the monster world to throw something corporeal at her that could actually die the old fashion way…like a shot to the head?

Finding a picture of Frank's wife, the man who had been the first to die of the sickness, Dean ripped it up from the table that it was stuck to. Machines in the old abandoned lumber yard building began to come alive.

These machines hadn't been used in decades. That couldn't be a good sign.

Suddenly, Dean's faced paled as he stared at the corner with a look of terror in his eyes. A gigantic man was standing silently. Sam began to etch towards their target with the salt gun aimed high. It was at that moment that their brave hero, Dean Winchester, decided to bolt. She had to admit that watching him run away like a scared little girl wasn't getting old.

It was a like watching a bad comedy where the asshole antagonist got his comeuppance.

Before she glanced away, a shot rang out. Sam had fired at the ghost, the apparition gone. She had to admit, poor Sam was stuck hunting with some dead weight right now.

"Oops. Guess I should pay attention, huh?"

Sam smiled sheepishly. "Nothing I can't handle."

On the bright side, Sam and she hadn't come down with the amusing disease. Apparently only dicks did. This whole situation was getting funnier and funnier. It solidified what she already knew; that dean was a jack ass.

As they made their way out of the building, they found Dean hunched down behind the Impala chugging liquor. What's new?

Throughout the day, they had visited the police station for a second time, visited the vengeful ghosts brother where Skylar cried after hearing the story of how he died (making her second guess killing this thing at all…if it weren't for Dean's imminent death,) listened to Dean rant about how insane we were for being hunters, and watched him get chased by a tiny terrier down a back alley.

The next morning, when they began to run out of time, Sam decided the best course of action was to grab Bobby and take this thing down. Holding up inside yet another small motel room, she watched Dean hallucinate, panic, and nearly scratch himself to death.

What had first been funny was turning sad very quickly. Even Skylar was beginning to worry. The man that cheater death more than God himself was about be taken out like this. It just didn't seem right.

When she ran across the street to grab lunch, she came back to find the Sheriff lying dead on the floor and Dean resting on his back in relief. By the body language, she could tell he was alright. Sam and Bobby must have taken care of it.

"You better not have forgotten the pie."