It's so weird to watch the current season and see how much has changed and then come back to this story. I have to say though, no matter how much the boy's rock, I like them a certain way and I can make them become what I want. Power to me!!! Mwahahahaha I seriously love the boys circa end of season 1 and start of season 2, as they came into their own but they had that fixed dynamic: Dean/protector, Sam/protected. This story is like an escape from the new reality and myth that now exists out there.

I had the idea for this a while back but some of what appeared in the newest episode really made it more relevant and interesting for me as Dean has to make a tough choice. Another thing I would love about the episodes is to have some more back story to the hunts and I tend to do that a lot. It may not be everyone's thing but I like for them to have a reason to do what they do. I guess it's just a different take on No Exit which is an episode I love although you know my feelings about Jo. As always once the wine started to flow it veered off at a tangent and became this mini four-way love story and it was really sweet to me so I just went with it.
Anyway, It's probably not what you were expecting but I hope that you like the conclusion to the haunting.
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Dean took deep breaths and tried to calm himself, Cole had done what he had to in order to protect his younger cousin but was now paying the price. They had all thought Dylan was going to die but Cole had intercepted him in the flash of an eye and taken the full impact himself. The speed and agility he had shown was beyond even their comprehension and his father realized with a shock that Cole was growing into his abilities. Dean had been forced to wrench the little boy from his son's grasp and now Cole lay on the floor with his head in his father's lap.

There was blood all over his large hands and he struggled to see how bad the wound was. "It's alright kid, you're gonna be fine."
Dean was almost blind with rage and couldn't believe how much havoc that this spirit was wreaking on the family. "I swear I'm gonna get this bastard." He said to no one in particular, "Just 'cos he hasn't got the balls to produce a son of his own he thinks he can freakin' take ours?!"

"Calm down Dean. Lemme see him." Bobby pushed him to one side and gently laid Cole back against him. After a minute or so Bobby looked at Dean "It's a nasty tear in his scalp but he'll live."

Dean looked at his shaking blood soaked hands and went to Sam. "This guy's strong I have to take him out now."

Dylan wiped his eyes and looked up. "Is Cole gonna be ok?"

"He's tough." Dean answered in a non-committal way as he tried to wipe the blood away with a towel.

"I'm really sorry Uncle Dean."

He frowned. "It isn't your fault Dylan he'll be ok…cuts on your head always bleed more, right Sam?"

"Yeah, he's right." Sam held his son and laid a reassuring hand on his back as everyone milled around the latest fallen Winchester.

"Thing I don't get is why stop us from leavin'? He must know I can get rid of him, he should want us running for the hills."

"It's not him that's keeping us here, I know that now." Dylan told him. "It's Demelza, she needs your help."

Dean sighed. "I wish she'd just freakin' ask like a normal person."

"Oh-oh." Dylan grimaced.

"Whenever he does that it always ends badly for me." Dean told Sam.

"Jericho's really mean and tried to hurt me."

"I noticed."

"But he doesn't want someone else's son."

"Your point is…?"

"Demelza doesn't care she just wants things to end the way they should have in the first place." He said hurriedly.

Dean frowned and shook his head. "You lost me."

Sam gasped and stared. "Bonnie. Oh my God, she wants to relive the past through her."

Dean looked over at the armchair noticing for the first time that she wasn't there. Turning back to the fireplace quickly he scanned the group hunched over Cole. "Wait, where is she?" Dean grabbed Johnny. "Where's Bonnie?!"

Johnny stood up straight and looked around the room. "She was right there." He pointed uselessly.

"Goddamn!" Dean yelled. He didn't pause as he grabbed his shotgun, some salt, shells and a flashlight. "No one leaves this room, for God's sake!"

Running out of Sam's room he headed for the cellar. "Bonnie?" he whispered as he made his way down the steps to the lower level. He saw a flash of white and wondered how she was able to move so freely in the dark. He cursed quietly, for someone who rarely made it out of bed Bonnie could certainly still make life exciting.

"Honey?" He tried again as casually as possible with the gun raised in front of him.

"Ssh." She responded.

The flashlight beam found her crouched at the end of the tunnel in the entrance of the gold room Dean paused and stared at her barefoot in her nightdress. There was something ethereal about her like she was bathed in light, she looked up at him and he saw a glimmer in her eyes and he realized that it wasn't her. He moved forwards slowly bending his head to avoid the ceiling.

"Demelza?" He tried softly.

"You made it in time."

"In time for what?"

"To kill Jericho and save the baby."

Dean lowered the shotgun and crouched down next to her, the voice may not be his wife's but the shell certainly was and he didn't want any scratches on it. "Let my wife go and I'll do whatever you want."

Her hand reached up to his face and she looked into his eyes. "You're so strong…so brave." She breathed heavily and Dean raised his eyebrows as her lips met his.

He kept hold of the gun and torch but didn't resist as her arms went around him and she pushed her tongue gently into his mouth, he couldn't help himself it had been so long and he had missed feeling like this. Despite the grim surroundings and the odour of death all around them he could only feel and smell Bonnie as his knees touched dirt and he leaned into her. Dean suddenly dropped the weapons and his arms went around her swollen waist enveloping her in the heat of the moment.
He groaned and forgot everything but her and the hunger inside him, it took everything he had to suppress his daily urges and now he couldn't do it any longer. His hand moved to cup a breast and she gripped his hair in desperation as they kissed passionately.

A long moment passed until he came to his senses when he felt a punch in his abdomen. Bonnie flinched and groaned in pain as her mouth left his.

Her hand went to her stomach and she looked up at him. "What was that?"

He stroked her cheek with his thumb and his gaze met hers. "That's my son reminding me that I still have a job to do."

Dean took his shotgun in one hand and helped her off the ground. "Show me where Jericho is and I'll end this now."

Taking his free hand she went to the gold room at the end of the tunnel. The smell of alcohol was overwhelming and there was no need for a torch as her natural aura bounced off the walls creating a dim romantic glow.

"They could never find him and we refused to tell them about this place."

"Because of the gold?"

She smiled at him. "You think I care about money when this is the place where all my children died?"

"Are they all down here?" He asked feeling nauseous.

She led him past the huge whiskey barrels to the back of the room, there stacked haphazardly in the corner he saw six small wooden coffins. Dean released her hand and ran his over the one on top, it was no larger than a baby and it made his gut clench to look at it. He wiped a thick layer of dust away and saw a small solid gold plaque. "James Henry Lincoln?"

"Named for his father; he was a goldsmith, he made all the coffins and the plaques, but we never got to bury them." She ran a hand over the boxes sadly. "Mathilda, Caroline, Sally, Esme and little Martha."

"Jericho killed them all?" Dean asked in shock.

She nodded.

"Well, he's not gettin' my kid. Where is he?"

She turned and pointed at one of the large wooden vats of whiskey.

Dean stared at her in shock. "In there, your boyfriend pickled him in whiskey?"

Bonnie shrugged.

"What a waste. Well, there goes that plan I can't burn the bastard or I'll blow the whole house up." He rolled his eyes then paused as he heard an ominous sound.

Bonnie moved behind him and put her hands on his waist using him as a shield. "He's coming."

Dean felt her hard belly press into his back and placed a reassuring hand on hers briefly as he cocked the sawed off. "Come on you freak, come pick on someone your own size for a change!" He yelled into the tunnel.

Jericho suddenly appeared in the mouth of the tunnel and Dean shot a salt round into him. Jericho quickly re-emerged as Dean grabbed Bonnie's hand and dragged her out as the dirt walls began to crumble. He laid a salt line behind them and picked her up carrying her at a run as he headed for the stairs as the dust followed on his heels.

He breathed a sigh of fresher air as soon as they got back up to the cellar and hitched her higher in his arms as he leaned against the wall panting with exertion. A cloud of dust erupted from the trap door and Dean kicked it closed with his boot. "Sam's gonna kill me."

"You did it." She said in shock.

Dean looked at her. "Let's not break out the champagne just yet sweetheart, he's still down there and you're still here."

"But I want to stay."

Dean couldn't be mad with the woman but he wanted his wife back. "I don't blame you but you got somewhere else you need to be."

"I can help you." She wrapped her arms tighter around his neck and kissed him again as a hand moved through his hair. "I can stay with her and make sure your boy is born strong and healthy."

Dean closed his eyes in no rush to go back to the others as he held her close his mouth a mere fraction from hers. "Thanks but I think she'd kick my ass if I replaced her, whatever the reason."

"You don't like me?"

He smirked. "I think you're hotter'n hell but you might be a little old fashioned for me, I like my girls to be a bit more leather than lace."

She looked sad for a moment. "You really love her don't you?"

"I don't know what I'd be without her." He shifted her again trying to keep a hold on the gun at the same time. "We better get back up there." Dean's jaw was set as he carried her out of the cellar to the large room upstairs. Everyone watched him and she tensed in his arms before he kicked at the line of salt in the doorway with his boot and carried her over the threshold.

"Thank God you're safe!" Rita exclaimed as he set her down on her dusty barefeet.

"Not exactly." Dean kept her hand in his standing a little in front of her protectively as he looked at them all. He didn't know why but he felt the overwhelming need to save this woman and keep her safe and that was something they may not understand.

"What exactly does not exactly mean?" Rita said with daggers in her eyes.

Dean looked at Bonnie. "Everyone, meet Demelza."

Brooke's eyes widened and Dylan sat up to stare at her with his mouth wide open.

"Aye carumba!" Johnny said. "Ya know most men who want to try wife-swapping put their car keys in a bowl Dean."

"What?!" Rita didn't get it.

"So where's Bonnie?" Brooke asked terrified.

"In here with me, she's fine." Demelza said in a slightly more educated yet still American accent.

"I thought the tattoos were meant to stop this from happening." Brooke added.

"Maybe it only works for Demonic possession, I don't know." Dean shrugged. "Not the best way to find out though."

"Dad, get rid of her!" Hope shouted.

"Take it easy, I know what I'm doin'."

"You don't seem too bothered Dean." Sam stared at his brother and could spot the look in his eyes that meant he had recently been making out. He was suddenly scared about where his brother's head was at right at that moment and wondered if he saw this insanity as a solution.

"Maybe because she's helping me end this once and for all and if she weren't then Bonnie would be in even more danger."

"Well there's logic for you." Bobby muttered sarcastically also worried by Dean's casual behaviour in light of the fact his wife had just been possessed by a ghost.

"How's Cole?" He asked as he knelt by the makeshift bed on the floor tactfully changing the subject.

"He's gonna have a hell of a headache when he wakes up but he'll be fine." Bobby said.

Dean rested a hand on his son's bandaged head and sighed. "Well, I know where Jericho's body is but it won't do us much good."

"Why not?" Sam asked.

"Cos he's floatin' in a barrel of whiskey and even if I can open it up it's gonna cause a hell of a bonfire when I burn his sorry ass. Plus…"

"What?" Sam asked suspiciously.

"The tunnel caved in."

"So you didn't have enough problems to deal with you decided to destroy the house too?!"

"It's hardly my fault Dude." Dean said standing up. "Don't pitch a fit, I'll find a way in."

"I think I'm having a flashback." Sam said a little dramatically making Brooke bite a smile from her lips.

"There is another way." Bonnie or Demelza said quietly.

"How?" Dean turned to her.

"Another tunnel leading to a culvert in the garden, it's a tight fit but you can get through. James built it, that's how he used to get into the house."

"Who's James?" Johnny asked.

"Her lover." Dean explained.

"The slave?"

"He was a free man." She glared.

Johnny raised his hands and gave her a look. "Hey, far be it from me to question who tickles your kipper."

She frowned at him in confusion.

"Don't mind him. Listen, we need to get some clothes on you then you can show me where this culvert is." Dean took her hand again causing Sam's gaze to narrow in worry as they made a swift exit and headed for the stairs.

When Dean got to their room he stood awkwardly for a second in the doorway as he watched her. He'd always loved his wife there was no doubt about that but he was so used to seeing her ill he couldn't keep his eyes off this new version of her and wondered if his current mindset meant he was being unfaithful.

Demelza sighed and ran a hand over the large iron bed and sat down on it. "This was my room."

"Yours?"

"Jericho slept down the hall. He used to tie me to the frame."

"Kinky." She frowned again and he shook his head. "I make stupid comments when I'm nervous."

"Why are you nervous, you do this all the time?"

He shrugged. "I don't know about that."

"Your wife's still in here, you'd still be touching her." She patted the bed next to her and he hesitated.

"I can't."

"She did."

"What?"

"When you were in your brother's body she made love to you."

"That's different…"

"Really?" She smiled. "Her body's strong while I'm here, it may be the last chance you get to be with her as a man should be."

He smirked. "And there's nothing in it for you?"

"It may be my last chance to be loved too, to feel another man's skin against mine."

Dean gulped. "It's not me you want; your man's waiting for you somewhere else." He went quickly to the closet. "I'm sorry, it's not right, besides there's a roomful of people downstairs who are counting on me to see this through so can you release the house, please?"

She sighed. "Fine."

He turned and handed her a pair of jeans that still managed to fit her small frame. She looked at them. "These are for men."

"Not any more, you can even burn your bra now ya know…women aren't the same as they were before."

"Apparently."

She had trouble with them and Dean held them out for her squatting down as she lifted her feet into them keeping steady by holding his shoulders. He stood up and pulled them with him fastening the buttons for her, leaving the top one open to accommodate the bump. He stepped back but watched intently as she lifted the nightdress over her head exposing her fuller figure standing in front of him with her arms by her sides. He wanted her so badly it hurt but he tried to put a lid on it and carry on as normal.

Dean coughed and passed her the first thing that came to hand which was one of his shirts. She took it with a smile and put it on lifting her long brown hair over the collar letting it fall loosely down her back as he did the buttons up for her trying not to meet her attentive gaze.

"Sit down."
She did as he asked and he pulled some socks over her tiny feet and put on some boots, tying the laces quickly. "Ok?"

"It's very comfortable." She looked down at him and lifted the shirt to her nose. "And this smells of you."

Dean suddenly rested a rough cheek on her knee closing his eyes. Demelza frowned as she stroked his hair gently, she wanted to tell him it would be ok but also knew she shouldn't talk as it would ruin the moment for him, when he looked at her he saw his wife and that's what he needed her to be in that brief instant. She felt tears unexpectedly come to her eyes as his arms wound around her waist and he clenched the shirt tightly in his fists.

"I wish I could save you." He said quietly.

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When Dean returned to Sam's room things had calmed somewhat but everyone still eyed Demelza with barely concealed distrust and scepticism. Sam particularly seemed on edge and Dean deliberately avoided his knowing gaze.

"Ok, I'm gonna go outside now, lock down's over."

"I'm coming with you." Johnny stood up.

"I got this one."

"No, we work in pairs remember and this Jericho freak has gone for women, children and sons so far, I'm thinking homosexuals are safe for now."

"You're a….?" Demelza asked.

"Shirt-lifter? I also respond to Queen, fairy and all round cannon jockey." He grinned.

She stared at him for a second and opened her mouth to speak then closed it again.

"If you're done then let's go." Dean sniffed. "Everyone stay here…" He repeated with none of his usual intensity.

"Does he seem ok to you?" Rita asked them when he left.

Sam gave Dylan a warning look to stay quiet. "Yeah, Dean's always like that when he's hunting." He lied.

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"Your family is very unusual." Demelza said as Dean dug into the frozen soil with the shovel trying to expose the entrance of the culvert as she stomped her feet.

"Ya could say that, but it works for me."
Although it wasn't snowing it was icy and Dean's hands were red with it. Johnny watched with interest from where he stood as Dean pulled her large coat closer around her. "You warm enough?"

She smiled at him. "I am now."

Dean caught Johnny's eye and went back to his task quickly. "Ok, I found it." He kneeled down on one knee and pulled at the thick wooden cover. Grabbing the flashlight he pointed it inside with a grimace. "I'm guessin' James wasn't a big man?"

"They didn't grow them like you back then."

Johnny rolled his eyes and coughed loudly. "Alright butch, it looks like this is a balls job."

"A what?!" Dean looked at him.

Johnny removed his coat and folded it handing it to Demelza. "Something that requires guts and snake hips." He took the flashlight and lowered himself into the small drain. "I'll lead the way." He disappeared from view and Dean sighed.

"I can fit in there." He flexed his shoulders.

"After me." She said stepping forwards.

"Woah! Are you mad, I'm not letting you go anywhere near that place."

"I can help you."

"I may be a little more metrosexual than you're used to but don't be fooled that I'm a soft touch, that's still my baby you're carrying and you're not goin' anywhere."
He felt his anger disappear as he looked at her and jumped into the hole. "Stay here, you'll be safe."

She held onto her belly and got down on her knees passing him his gun and another flashlight. "Be careful."

He paused a second to look at her then flipped on the light and crawled down into the drain. "Man this is gross." He moved forwards as quickly as he could on all fours feeling the tunnel close in on him and his hands getting caked in dirt as he held the light in his mouth. He finally saw Johnny up ahead. "You see anythin'?" Dean mumbled.

"No but I'm getting a lot of warm and fuzzies being on all fours with you behind me Dean."

Dean rolled his eyes in the dark. "Keep movin' gay boy!" He chastised.

"This isn't the answer you know." He said over his shoulder a minute later.

"Alright, I'll bite. What are you talkin' about?"

"It may be her body but it's not Bonnie, you have to let her come back even if it means losing her eventually." He grunted as his knees ground through the slime.

"I won't even dignify that with a response." He paused for a second to shift his grip on his gun.

"I know what you're thinking…hell I don't blame you. I mean, after all Bonnie is pretty old school so maybe Laura Ingalls back there wouldn't be so different, might be a better cook too although I think your relationship would be seriously lacking in the Tarzan role play department."

"Just cos I can't hit you right now it doesn't mean you can say anythin' you want to me."

"I think I've earned the right to have an opinion, she's my best friend after all, you think I wouldn't do anything to keep her alive?"

"I'm not shackin' up with the woman so just shut up!" Dean shouted at his back angrily.

"Hey, it's pretty obvious Sam's thinkin' it too so you better get your head straight before you talk to him."

"Let's just focus on huntin' this evil son of a bitch and save the hugs for later alright?"

"Promise?"

Dean was about to tell him where to go when he announced that he'd found the exit.

"About freakin' time."

Dean heard a grunt and the crunch of rusted metal before Johnny suddenly disappeared from view and he could surge forwards.

"Oh my God!" Johnny gasped. "It's like being let loose in Mariah Carey's closet!"

Dean crawled out of the tunnel and emerged into the gold room wiping his hands on his jeans. "Yeah, incredible."

Whilst Johnny touched the walls in awe Dean went to the corner where he had noticed tools and rope before. "Heads up, this bastard's lurkin' here somewhere and once he knows what we're doin' he's gonna get pissed."

"What are we doing?"

"He's in this vat, we can't get it out through the tunnel so we're gonna have to drag his ass outta there and burn him outside."

"How do you propose we do that boyscout?"

Dean smirked. "We could always drink him out."

"He's not a fly in a glass of wine Dean, and ewwww!"

"Yeah ok, so we crack this baby open, wait for it to drain and haul him out in this." He held up a burlap sack.

"I can't believe this is our life."

Dean grabbed a crowbar. "Quit bitchin', you're worse than Sam."

"Something tells me you bring it on yourself. Wait….are these?" He pointed at the coffins as Dean threw the crowbar at the barrel.

"Yeah, six kids all murdered."

"Poor woman."

Dean glanced sideways at him. "Once we get rid of this prick we'll give them a proper burial."

Johnny was finally serious. "I can see why you're so involved and it's ok, I like sensitive Dean."

"Bite me. You wanna help me get this open?" He grimaced wanting to avoid the topic.

"Jesus Butch, you have no finesse…step aside and leave this to the professionals."

"You think you can do better?"

Johnny raised his eyebrows at him and removed the .45 from his waistband. His eyes didn't leave Dean's and he smiled as he fired off two shots which splintered the wood letting out a steady stream of whiskey. "Actually, I think I can."

Dean felt like an idiot and scratched the back of his neck. "I only had salt rounds."

"Sure." He smiled back.

Dean grabbed the salt he had dropped before and checked the original tunnel. "You think the house will hold?"

Johnny sighed and joined him as the whiskey pooled at their feet. "I'll have to check the plans but I'm guessing the foundations are part of the original cellar so I doubt this little tunnel will cause any major structural damage. Why? You think Samuel will be pissed if you let another house fall on him?"

"Yeah, he might have somethin' to say about it."

"He'll be fine, he worries too much."

Dean was about to respond when his breath came out white. "This is it, you ready?"

"As I'll ever be."

Dean backed up against the wall next to Johnny and raised his shotgun as Jericho emerged out of the gold wall opposite and looked at the leaking barrel. "You!"

"Yeah, me." Dean smiled waiting before he pulled the trigger. "You got somethin' you wanna say you evil bastard?"

He was suddenly in front of them and had Dean by the throat, Johnny grabbed the salt and threw some making him back off. He was still there though as Dean grabbed his neck and massaged it. "How could you do it to your own children?" He choked.

"Women are only good for one thing." He said with a snarl. "I needed a boy."

"So you just killed them all?"

"All but the first."

"Why did you spare that one?" Johnny asked.

He laughed and the sound filled the chamber making Dean sick. "To replace my wife of course."

Dean almost gagged. "Oh my God." He whispered.

"What?!"

Dean glanced at Johnny briefly. "Demelza wasn't his wife, she was his daughter."

"But I thought those were all her kids?"

Dean raised his eyebrows waiting for him to catch on, when he finally did his mouth hung open. "Double ewww!! Demons I get, straight people are crazy." He stared at the spirit in repulsion. "Shoot him…shoot him now!"

"No, wait!" Dean stared at the small tunnel and another spirit suddenly emerged, it was a muscular black man dressed in workman's clothes. "It's James. Let's get that barrel emptied."

Jericho and James came face to face for the first time in over a century and James was going for it yet again as he stared the old man down. "I guess killin' you once wasn't enough so I came back to finish you off." He said in a deep voice.

"And this time no one's hangin' you for it." Dean ran around the two men and Jericho watched in horror as he salted a large circle all around them trapping them both inside. "Ding ding, round one." He said happily. "And I always bet on black."

The barrel was almost drained as they smashed it in and removed Jericho's well preserved body before placing it in the sack and attaching a rope. Dean looked at his friend. "Go burn his bones, I'll stay here."

"Why?!"

"I can't leave James trapped down here, GO!"

Johnny tied the end of the rope to his waist and dove head first into the tunnel dragging the corpse behind him as Dean leaned back against the gold wall casually to watch the supernatural bout of the century.

There was no contest and James had more than enough pent up aggression to last four lifetimes as he tortured the sadistic old man. Dean was impressed and thought it a real shame he couldn't have saved his son. It seemed to last forever but Johnny came through and soon enough Jericho Von Kircher suddenly erupted into a wall of tormenting flames.

Dean had shielded his eyes and thanked god it wasn't a real fire or they would all be dust. When he finally dropped his arm he saw that James was standing alone in the circle. Dean stepped forwards quickly and broke the whiskey sodden link.

The two men looked at one another for a minute, they couldn't have been more different but there was one thing they had in common. "Thank you." James told him.

Dean shrugged. "My pleasure, sorry it took so long."

"She was worth it you know?"

"I have no doubt."

"You won't keep her?" His face was almost ferocious.

Dean smiled. "She's not mine to keep, there's just one thing left to do." He looked over at the small coffins. "Somethin' we call closure."

The side of James' mouth curled up in a smile as he walked over to the boxes and laid a hand above the top one. "He would have been a great man some day."

"Yeah, for what it's worth I think you'd have made a pretty awesome father too."

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It had taken the rest of the afternoon but Dean hadn't rested until all the graves were dug in the solid ground. Demelza watched him the whole time as Bobby sat nearby in the garden making wooden crosses patiently carving the name and birthdate of each child into them.

Dean didn't mention the fact that he knew who she really was but simply put his back into the job refusing any help. Dylan brought out coffees and confirmed that the house was clear of all spirits and had yet to fall down around their ears.

When the sun went down Johnny lit a fire and stood with Dean, Bobby and Demelza as they finally laid her children to rest.

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Dean led her silently by the hand up to her old room and closed the door. As requested Brooke had left a pitcher and ewer on the dresser along with some of the things that they had found in the attic.

Demelza's hand trailed over the brush and the mirror. "They were my mother's...she died after I was born."

"I'm sorry."

She smiled. "He wore her out...tried to find another wife but after the stories..."

Dean sat on the edge of the bed. "What stories?"

"There were a succession of nannies and maids who suddenly left town never to be heard of again." She sat down next to him and laid a hand on her belly. "No one wanted to work for him any more much less marry him."

Dean tried not to think about it. "You deserved a better life."

"I had my moments." She smiled. "You'll have yours too, even after she's gone."

He folded his hands in his lap and stared at them. "I wish I could believe that."

"I've seen a lot of tenants come and go Dean." It was the first time she had said his name and it made him look up. "There's more love in this house now than there has been since it was built, don't run from that."

He touched her hair and didn't see Bonnie for once. "James is waiting for you."

Her eyes were shimmering. "Bonnie too."

Dean hadn't wanted her going to her maker without some sort of goodbye and didn't want Bonnie to freak out either when she came to her senses. He got up and filled the ewer with warm water undressing her silently before washing her gently and slipping one of the old nightdresses over her head.
He sat behind her on the bed brushing her hair with her mother's brush making it crackle with static as she leaned against him. He took the time to enjoy the feeling of energy in her body and knew once she was gone he would have to be the strong one again.
His face went to her neck and she reached behind her to put a hand on his head. "Don't be scared Dean."

Tears dropped from his face to her chest. "I should be tellin' you that."

She turned in his arms and looked into his eyes. "Death isn't the end, it may take years, but you'll be together again."

Demelza leaned forwards kissing him slowly and Dean felt an overwhelming power surge through him as light filled the old bedroom enveloping them both in a warm sense of calm before it suddenly faded and she was gone.

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Johnny's not the only one...I love sensitive Dean too!