Author Note: This chapter was inspired by an idea presented to me by Dimac.31 :) Thank you all for your reviews and continued support!

A passing truck wakes me from a deep sleep, messing up my dream about running through a field while hundreds of dogs ran with me. I laugh to myself and wipe the sleep from my eyes, catching the glint of my ring out of the corner of my eye. I hold my hand out in front of me and examine it, smiling to myself. I roll over in bed and watch Sam sleep for a minute, his mouth hanging open and his arms splayed out around him. I glance over at Dean's bed and notice that he's missing, probably went farther into town to get something.

I look back at Sam and he starts to stir, so I snuggle closer against his chest. When he opens his eyes I whisper, "Good morning, fiancé."

He grins and runs his hand through my hair, "I could really get used to hearing that."

I sit up on my knees and then throw my leg over him so that I'm straddling his hips before leaning down to kiss him. He sits up, kissing me deeper and longer while I knot my fingers in his hair. "I love you." I say between kisses, which makes him kiss me harder.

The rumble of the impala causes us to break apart and when I hear its door slam I try to jump off Sam, but instead tumble onto the floor. We both burst out laughing as Dean walks in the door saying, "Man, it's starting to snow like-" he looks down at me on the floor, "What did I miss?"

This makes me laugh harder, causing me to snort. I clap my hand over my mouth, "Nothing!" I say, "What about the snow?"

Sam puts a pillow over his lap and I have to turn away from Dean, so he doesn't see my laughter mixed with a blush. Dean doesn't notice and jumps back into what he was saying, "It's starting to snow pretty good, so I think we should leave soon before it gets worse."

I jump up and grab my duffel bag, so I can change in the bathroom. We are currently in a small town in northern Colorado. We decided to bunk here for the night so that we could rest up before moving father East in search of hunts.

I pull my jacket tighter around me and make my way through the snow towards the car. Sam takes my bag and throws it into the back, followed by his own. We all hop in the car and Dean pulls away as I shake snowflakes from my hair. We slowly make our way through some back roads in hopes of making it on the highway, but the roads have not been snowplowed recently and are very hard to follow.

Dean groans, "Let's go somewhere warm next, I hate this snow." Sam nods next to him as he tries to use a map to figure out where we are because none of us can get a cell signal. Dean messes with the radio until he finally finds a news station, "Be careful out there, this storm is really starting to pick up. It is best to stay off the roads and find somewhere safe…" the radio goes in and out of static, "Good luck!" it says before looping back to the original message. I grip the seat in front of me and watch the snow fall outside.

Suddenly, there's a loud popping sound and the car starts to fishtail along the road, "Woah!" Dean shouts and jerks the wheel, bringing us to a stop alongside the road.

We all get out, huddling together against the cold, to find the back-left tire to be completely flat. "Damnit!" Dean yells, kicking a pile of snow. I huddle against Sam and take a look at our surroundings. I squint into the trees and notice a small cabin a couple hundred feet into the forest.

"Look!" I point into the trees, "There's a small cabin! Maybe we can find some help, or a place to wait out the snow?"

We find a small road that leads to the house and Dean slowly limps the car up to the house. He hangs back to jack up the car a little as to not bend the rim while Sam and I investigate the house. Sam knocks on the door and shouts, "Hello?" while I peak in the windows.

"There isn't any furniture inside, it must be abandoned." I say, my teeth chattering. Sam pushes the door open and we enter, kicking up years of dust as we walk in. The small living room is completely void of any furniture. Only a few stray oil lamps and a pile of wood fill the space next to the fireplace. I wander the rest of the cabin and find some old newspapers, dated 1985, and bring them into the living room so we can start a fire.

Dean comes running in as I crouch on the floor stacking wood in the fireplace. He comes over to me and kneels next to me, helping with the fire, "Ugh, hopefully I can patch the tire in the morning, so we can make it to a garage and find a new tire."

He hands me his lighter and I finally get the fire started. We both sit back and hold our hands out to warm them. Sam comes back into the room, holding what appears to be some old photo albums. He stands next to us, "I found these while I was looking for blankets in one of the closets." He hands one to me and I flip through it, noticing that almost all of the pictures are of a man and a woman. There is only one where the man is alone, standing in front of the cabin next to a newly planted tree.

I look up from the album and fear runs through me because standing behind Sam is a woman. I jump up, "Sam, look out!" Dean reacts next to me, grabbing the fireplace poker and running it through the ghost making it temporarily disappear.

Dean looks alarmed, "This cabin is haunted?! Well that's just awesome." He holds the poker out in front of him, ready to fight at any moment. We grab all the necessary spirit weapons from the car and I make a salt circle on the floor for us to stand in. The house is eerily quiet as we stand inside the circle but the quiet is soon interrupted when the front door is flung open. Wind gusts inside and disperses the salt that protects us and as soon as the circle breaks the woman appears behind Sam. She grabs him and viciously throws him across the room where he rolls to a stop against the opposite wall, knocked out.

I look at Sam, panicked, but raise my gun to shoot her, but she disappears. "Where did she go!" I shout, spinning in a circle to look around. All of a sudden, I hear Dean cry out in pain and shout, "Maddy!" I whirl around and see the woman standing in front of Dean with her hand buried in his chest. I steady my gun and shoot her square in the stomach making her disappear. I run over to Dean as he falls to the ground, "Are you okay?" He nods and gets shakily to his feet.

Sam groans and rolls over and starts to get to his feet, but I hurry over to him to push him back down. "Take it easy, let me look at your head." He sits back down, and I crouch next to him, so I can find the source of the blood that trickles down his forehead. I find a small cut at the top of his forehead where his hairline starts and breathe a sigh of relief that he doesn't need any stitches.

Dean comes over to us and makes a new salt circle before sitting down, "Okay, we need a new plan." He grunts as he plops down.

"Well," I say, "The ghost is either just tied to this place or she's buried here. I think she might be the woman from the pictures." I look around the cabin and try and figure out where she could possibly be buried, then a thought pops into my head. I jump up and run over to where the photo albums were thrown.

"Hey!" Dean shouts, "Get back in the circle!" I ignore him and flip through the album until I come to the photo of the man standing next to the small tree. The tree isn't in any of the pictures with the woman and when I look outside I can see the branches of the tree under the blankets of snow. I walk back over to the boys and show them the picture, "Didn't some people use trees as a grave marker when a loved one died?"

Sam looks at the picture and then back at me, "Yeah! We should check it out."

Sam and Dean grab shovels from the car and I stand guard, shot gun at the ready. It takes them about forty-five minutes to dig into the compact earth, but finally I hear the loud 'thunk' noise of shovel against wood. They break open the casket and are just about the salt the bones when the woman appears in front of me. Before I can get a shot off she knocks the gun from my hands and grabs me around the throat, choking me.

She throws Sam back before he can run over to me, I croak, "I'm… fine, ju-just finish it!" I slap at her hands and gasp for breath, but she soon staggers backwards and screams before bursting into flames. I fall backwards onto the snow and cough and wheeze as fresh oxygen enters my lungs. Sam rushes over and holds me as my coughing finally subsides, I pat his arm and take a few deep breaths.

We wait until the fire burns out and then numbly file back inside. I can barely feel my hands as I add more wood to the fire. Dean emerges from the other room with a couple of blankets that he found in the small attic. I'm rubbing my hands together and holding them close to the fire when Sam comes to sit next to me. He puts his arm around me and I lean into him while he kisses the top of my head.

After we all warm up, we lay the blankets out to create make-shift beds just far enough from the fire that we won't get burned, but close enough that we can still feel the heat. "That was definitely an eventful day." I yawn, laying down next to Sam and resting my head on his chest.

Dean chuckles, "That's for damn sure. Hopefully tomorrow is mellow."

Sam rubs circles on my back and soon we all fall into a deep sleep, exhausted from the unexpected fight.

Sam sets down two coffee cups and slides into the booth across from me, pulling me from my research daze. I take a sip of my coffee and then reach across the table to take his hand that rests there. His thumb rubs lazy circles across the back of my hand while I tell him what I found.

"Her name was Maggie Richards and she was married to Greg Richards." I turn the computer around, so Sam can see their picture. "She was alone in the cabin one day when two men broke in and murdered her, for no reason other than to steal their things." I look sadly at her pictures, "Greg came home to her dead body and has since moved to another state to start a new life."

Sam frowns, "That is a really awful way to die, no wonder she stayed back to haunt that cabin."

I nod slowly, "This article says Greg decided to bury her outside the cabin because it was her favorite place to be. She loved nature and living an isolated life in the trees."

Sam sighs, "After all the craziness we've been through in the past year, I think an isolated life sounds pretty great."

I scan the article further, "Looks like other people have been killed in that cabin since Maggie's death. Victims were all men, brutally murdered by an unknown killer." I close the article, "Guess it's a good thing we stumbled upon that cabin."

I close the laptop and watch Sam take a sip of his coffee. I lean across the table so that I can kiss him. We pull apart just as his phone rings, "Dean" flashing across the screen. "Yes, Dean?" Sam says, and I hear, "Quit making out and get your asses over here, the car is done." We both look out the window and see Dean standing outside the garage across the street, looking at us. Sam keeps my hand in his as we leave the booth and head into the cold, but thankfully snowless, day to get back to work saving people and hunting things.