We drove around for about a week after that, never staying in the same motel or spot two nights in a row incase someone, or something had found our trail and followed us there.
Dean was sick of Sam trying to confront him about the demon so he put all of his energy into finding a hunt somewhere in the state we were in, since he didn't feel like driving for hours on end anymore,
"Did you find something?" he asked with hope as he walked in the door of the motel room and set the breakfast and coffee he had gotten for the three of it on the table beside the bed Sam and I were sitting on,
"Well we have something in Fort Dodge, Iowa." I answered.
His smile was the same as a little boy who had been told he was going to the toy store. Sometimes I wondered if it was healthy how much Dean enjoyed the hunt but I brushed that thought aside and turned to Dean to give him the information he was obviously desperate for,
"There's this house on," I looked at the papers in front of me, "Cedar Wood crescent, the house is like 200 years old and there have been weird things going on. Lots of accidents, and even a couple deaths, it's been pretty screwed up."
Sam and I watched as Dean punched in air in excitement,
"Oh I love an old-school haunting an ancient house."
Sam informed his brother that he was the biggest hunting dork in the world.
I watched them argue over who was the bigger loser out of the two of them and packed up my clothes, all of which had managed to get out of my duffle bag and spread all around the motel room in only one night, I honestly have no clue how stuff like that happens.
It took about an hour for the guys to get their stuff together and loaded into the car, not long after that we were on the road and headed to Fort Dodge.
Sam pulled out his lap top,
"Well if I have time to kill, then I might as well look up any dirt about the area."
"Why would you do that?" Dean questioned, "It's a straight up haunting, we just exorcise the son of a bitch."
"Do you know what happened the last time we jumped into something we didn't know about one hundred percent?"
"I do." I piped up from the backseat, "I was the one who had to drag your half-conscious ass into the motel room. It's just cut and dry." I said, mimicking his voice in the last part.
Dean informed me that I was hilarious,
I chose not to respond to his comment and instead put in the headphones to my mp3 player and turned on one of my favorite songs, "Patience" by Take That.
Now let me explain something to you about this song. It's no ordinary song, oh no. It's more addictive than cocaine. Not that I would know, not ever having done cocaine myself. But I assume. The song was so ridiculously catchy that I couldn't resist the urge to sing along. Although in hindsight I should have thought about the fact that my boyfriend and his younger brother were sitting only a foot away,
"Just hold me close, inside your arms. Don't be too hard on my emotions. Cause I-I-I-I-I-I-I, need tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime, my heart is numb, has no feeling, so while I'm still healing. Just trrryyyyyyyyyy and I have a little patience."
As my song ended I came back into the real world and felt the car slow to a stop, we had pulled over to the side of the road. Dean turned around very slowly and looked at me, his eyes wide,
"Are you having some kind of epileptic fit?" he inquired
I felt my face turned bright red and mumbled out something intelligent along the lines of,
"I- uh – you. Shut up."
I looked over to Sam for some support but he looked like he was putting in a great deal of effort not to burst out laughing. Well this was awesome, I just adore being the laughing stock of the car.
Dean continued to stare at me for a few more moments until he turned around, apparently it was too much of a mental strain for him to believe that his girlfriend could like classic rock AND pop.
The Impala pulled off the shoulder off the road and onto the main stretch of highway and we continued the joy that is road tripping.
The definition of road trip you ask? Well, road trip is just a fancy word for me contemplating the deeper meanings of life and listening to music. This is going on while Sam and Dean bicker about various things, ranging from "No dude, buck shots are so much better than rounds" to "Dean, if you try to set me up with another bar slut I will have to kill you"
See. If you were jealous for one second and felt the urge to go on long drives with two guys, please, for my sake, re-think and step away from the car.

Fortunately the drive only took about 7 or 8 hours, and by Sam and Dean standards that's unheard of. We arrived at the pleasantly revolting "Pine Wood Lodge" motel, I look around me, there was no pine, and no lodges for that matter. Who the hell names these things? I wistfully thought about fancy hotels and rooms that didn't smell faintly of spilt rum, I snapped back to reality and tried to pretend I was actually listening to what Sam was saying to me about the history of the house. I was exhausted, I hadn't slept very well, and for the first time in a long time it wasn't because of one of my dreams, Dean had been tossing and turning all night. And me being the compassionate girlfriend I am, just laid their annoyed about all the sleep I was missing out on. Now don't get me wrong, I was worried about Dean, for the first couple hours and even briefly considered waking him, but then I figured I would scare the crap out of him and he would try to kill me in the dark…again.
The motel room lived up to my very low standards, the beds were covered in a yellow-green blanket and there were empty beer cans littering the table off to the side of the room,
"Have I died and gone to hell?" I thought aloud
Dean came behind me and squeezed my shoulders in understanding, he knew that every once in a while my girly urge to sleep in a nice comfy bed needed to be bitch-slapped into submission. Being a hunter and craving order was the biggest contradiction there ever was, hunters are known for being slobs, and believe me I'd know, I live with two of them. Sam's not as bad as Dean is; actually he's practically immaculate compared to his brother. Which brings up the question, why am I attracted to the slob?
Sam and Dean immediately started going through the duffle bag that Sam had brought into the room full of an assortment of things, everything from knives to shot guns to exorcism rituals from numerous religions. The guys were ready for a fight but I, being me, had something to say,
"Um, aren't you guys forgetting something? They turned and looked at me, both with blank expressions on their faces. I sighed,
"We can't just break down the front door and tell them we want to bust their ghosts. We need to talk to them, have you heard of it? Verbal communication?"
Dean sighed and tossed the shot gun he had been holding in his hands back onto the bed in defeat,
"This gig would be so much easier if we didn't have to deal with people."
I opened my mouth to point something out to him, but I was spared the effort when Sam piped up,
"Dean isn't the whole reason we do this because of the people?"
He shrugged,
"Yea, I guess. But don't tell me that it wouldn't be easier if we could kick some evil spirit ass and not have to lie about it first. So what's the deal with this place?"
I flopped down on the bed that wasn't littered with weapons and let Sam explain,
"It's a pretty old building, so it's not exactly surprising that there's a haunting. It's a Bed and Breakfast; apparently it's always been unusual, lots of accidents and even a couple deaths. It sounded like our kind of thing."
I rolled over so I wasn't laying face first on the bed,
"You boys better shake out the wrinkles in your suits, and find your IDs."
The guys dug out their suits from where they were at the very bottom of their duffle bags Sam changed quickly and quietly, while Dean on the other hand didn't miss a chance to complain about his stupid "money suit." While I waited for them to finish getting ready I went through my small box of fake IDs, it was more than necessary to have a collection of them when you're working a job that involves getting into people's houses and such.
Dean walked out of the bathroom, his suit only slightly wrinkled, and stopped in his tracks, he let out a low whistle,
"Woman, you look good. "
He walked over to me, pulled me into his arms and began kissing me thoroughly. I guess he approved of my outfit; I was wearing a formfitting black pinstripe suit with a baby blue silk camisole.
Just as Dean was progressing the kissing to, well more than kissing, Sam walked out of the bathroom, stopped and rolled his eyes,
"Kaiden, I kind of look at you like a little sister, so if you could not go at it with my brother while I'm here. That'd be good."
I laughed, "Sorry Sam, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."
"But I sure did." Dean said as he pulled me back in for another kiss.
Sam took a seat on the end of his bed and started putting on his shoes, he looked at me like we was seeing what I was wearing for the first time,
"Are you wearing that incase you need to seduce the owner of the B and B?"
I looked down at myself in horror; I didn't look like a slut! I quickly got over Sam's jab and chucked a pillow at him and stuck my tongue out, very mature, I know,
"Not Sam. That wasn't the plan. And besides, the hotel owner is a woman. Not exactly my type, in case you haven't noticed."
Sam was still chuckling to himself as we went out to the car; I gave him a shove and hopped into the passenger's seat where he was planning on sitting.
Dean watched this all with a huge smile on his face
The Bed and Breakfast was only a couple miles from where we were staying so it took us under twenty minutes before we were parked in front of the big old house,
I shuddered,
"That place is creepy as hell."
Dean pulled a small wooden box out of the glove compartment, pulled out two IDs and handed one to Sam. I grabbed my own ID from my purse that was sitting on the floor of the car. I tugged Dean's card out of his hand,
"Hello Agent Simmons." I said with a smile as I handed it back to him. I loved that Dean felt the need to make all his fake ID cards have classic rock references.
We made our way up the front walk and into the house, I looked briefly at the sign that said "Fort Dodge Bed and Breakfast" and then followed Sam and Dean into the building.
There was a man sitting at the front desk watching the basketball game. He was about mid forties, wearing jeans and an old, stained t-shirt, he heard us walk and in and looked up,
"What can I do for you?" he asked, then he saw me and smiled, "I can think of a lot of things I can do for you."
I managed to suppress my gag reflexes and instead smiled politely at him and asked,
"Is there a Mrs. Mosley here?" I asked, looking down at the name of the owner on the paper in my hand,
the man shook his head, "Nah my sister's taken some time to get away. Lotta weird stuff been happening. I'm running the place while she's gone and I can help you in any way you want."
Wow, this guy seriously wasn't giving up. It was ridiculous, I almost felt bad for him since he honestly thought he had a chance. I guess he didn't get the memo that twenty three year-old girls like me don't go out with forty something men with dirty clothes on.
Dean who was clearly unimpressed with this guy's advances on his girlfriends started doing the talking so perverted hotel man couldn't try anything else,
"Well Mr…?"
The man wasn't smiling the same way as he was when he was talking to me but he went a long with the questions,
"Mr. Corr."
"Well Mr. Corr," Dean continued and showed him his badge, "I'm Agent Simmons, and we'd like to ask you a couple questions about the events that have occurred here."
The man shrugged, "I've only been here for a couple of them, but sure, go ahead."
Sam leaned against the front desk and showed Mr. Corr his badge,
"Could you tell us anything about the victims or the accidents."
"Well, they've all been girls. That I know for sure, and the accidents were all different. Some of them fell down the stairs, others were found in the bathtub, one was even found with her head in the toilet, terrible stuff. That's all I know"
I felt a shiver run down my spine. Whoever or whatever what messing around here meant serious business,
"Thank you for your cooperation Mr. Corr." I said, "Would you mind if we had a look around? Just to be thorough."
We got the okay and I began looking around the first floor while Dean and Sam searched the upstairs. There was nothing out of the ordinary; everything was pretty typical bed and breakfast décor, well except for one vase with some carvings into it. I picked it up and turned to Mr. Corr, who had asked me to call him Ted, and asked,
"Where did you get this?"
He shrugged, "It was here when my sister bought the place, up in the attic. Ugly as hell I think."
Sam and Dean were soon done upstairs and came back to the main floor,
"It's clean." Dean mumbled into my ear, as the two brothers walked towards the door.
I turned to face Ted,
"Well thank you for all your help. It was greatly appreciated."
He took a couple steps towards me so there was barely any space between us, he ran his hand down my arm,
"If there is anything I can do. I mean anything, just call me. You know where I'll be."
"Yea, uh. Thanks."
Needless to say I got out of there a fast as I could. I would never wear this suit again; the results of it were just too horrifying.
Dean was seething,
"The guy like petted you! I should have punched his face in right there."
I put my hand over his where it was resting on the seat of the car,
"It's a good thing that you didn't. We might need him for more information." is
Sam snorted,
"Yea I'm sure he had load of information we could use."
I sighed and leaned back against the seat,
"If there are no signs of a spirit like we had originally thought, what could it be? Cursed land?"
"It's a possibility," Sam responded, "I'll check the history of the land when we get back to the motel."
For the rest of the drive we discussed different things that could be going on, the only thing that stumped us was why it was all women.

We arrived back in the motel and I flopped down on the hard mattress,
"Ow!" I yelled and jumped off the bed like it was on fire,
"What is it?" Dean said, his voice full of concern.
I pointed to the bed where you could clearly see a spring sticking through the sheets,
"The bed mauled me! And I think it ripped my shirt. Bummer, that was my last clean shirt."
A few milliseconds later I was being smacked in the face with something soft,
"What the fu-" I realized at that point that it was a t-shirt, Dean's t-shirt, "What do you want me to do your laundry?"
He shrugged, "You need a shirt. You can borrow one of mine."
I smiled at him; I loved this guy, although I hadn't told him. I had a feeling that he would completely freak out if I told him and run in the other direction.
I gave myself a mental shake and walked into the bathroom to change. I may have been twenty three years old but I was still really uncomfortable about my body, especially now that I had more than my share of scars from hunts gone bad. Not that I thought Dean would have freaked out since I knew he had a couple himself, like the one on his shoulder from when some weirdo rednecks had stabbed him with a searing hot fire poker.
I walked out of the bathroom and sat down at the table where Dean and Sam were seated, talking about possibilities of what could be happening,
"I think it's a Djinn." I said while there was a lull in the conversation,
Dean gave me a blank stare, "A what-what?"
Sam rolled his eyes,
"A Djinn, it translates to genie. The Muslims believed that they were real beings, with the ability to be good and evil. It's said that they are invisible to humans but they can see us. Which is logical, since "jinn" means concealment or invisibility." He turned to me, "Did I get everything?"
I smiled,
"Pretty much. They can possess humans in the sense that they can persuade humans to do things and they can posses them in the sense of demonic possession." I stopped and thought back to all the texts on Arabic mythology, "The really bad-ass ones are called Marids. There was this one vase with some interesting carvings, I couldn't figure out what they were at the time. But they were Arabic; it's all making sense now."
Dean took all this information in,
"And you think it's one of these Djinn things?" I nodded my head, and a smile spread across Dean's face, "Kay, I think you've been spending too much time around Sammy here, you're turning into a geek girl. It's scary."
I punched his arm and stood up from where I was sitting,
"I don't know about you two, but I say we go there tonight and figure out what's going on. I know a phrase that will protect us from it."
Dean grinned his thousand watt smile, "Hell, you know I'm in."
Sam nodded his head to tell us that he was also 'in' and we all agreed to go talk to Ted again tonight at 9.
Dean informed us that he needed a shower and headed in the direction of the bathroom. Sam looked at his watch and figured we needed lunch and went to go get some. All of a sudden I was standing along, I sighed,
"Might as well read up on the details of the Djinns." I muttered to myself.
I hadn't realized how exhausted I was until I felt my eyelids drooping and thought, I'll just rest my eyes for a minute. I was asleep with my face in an old mythology book within two minutes. The next then I knew Dean was lifting me up into his arms and walking me over to the bed. I did notice that he placed me on the bed that didn't have springs sticking out of it, I was grateful for that. Dean lay down on the bed beside me and pulled me into the curve of his body, whispering in my ear,
"You know you talk in your sleep?"
I turned towards him, my face only inches from his,
"Really? What do I say?"
He ran his hand down my cheek,
"You said you loved me."
I felt my heart stop, my mind was racing in blind panic, oh god he is totally going to dump me now,
"Oh." I answered intelligently with a voice many octaves higher than usual, "And?"
Dean sighed and had an expression on his face that told me he had something to say but didn't know how to say it This is it, I thought, I am so totally dumped.
"Okay, I've never said this to anyone so here goes." He took a deep breath, "I love you Kaiden."
My mouth dropped open, I had imagined this happening a million and a half times, but I couldn't imagine in my head how it felt to have someone you honestly didn't know how to live without tell you they loved you.
"I love you too Dean." I whispered as our mouths inched closer to each other, we kissed softly for a long time until I rested my head on his chest, which I honestly just noticed, was bare, and listened to his heart beat.
Normally I would have been completely and totally repulsed by this sentimental moment, but it's just nice to be with someone you love and not be thinking about demons coming to kill you or ancient mythological creatures you have to kill.
I drifted off to sleep laying with my head laying on him and wasn't woken until Sam returned, empty handed,
"Where's the food?" I mumbled when I heard the door open and close,
"There's been another death." Sam said in a breathless voice, it sounded like he had run from somewhere.
I was immediately wide awake,
"We need to go. Now." Dean said as he shrugged on a shirt and his heavy brown leather jacket. I threw on my worn out black leather jacket and the three of us headed quickly out to the Impala.
As Dean drove Sam filled us in on what had happened. One of the maids had been found dead in the attic, apparently having died from strangulation.
We pulled to a stop in front of the old house much like we had earlier this afternoon, except this time we jumped out of the car as fast as we could and ran up to the house.
We were all dressed in our regular clothes, but luckily I had remembered to grab our IDs on the way out.
As I entered the Bed and Breakfast I noticed Ted standing by the front desk with a woman in a navy blue police uniform asking him questions. He rubbed his face in frustration,
"I'm telling you, I have no clue what happened to her!"
Dean stepped forward and flashed the police officer his trademark heart-melting smile,
"Hello Officer, I'm Agent Simmons. These are my partners Agents Summers and Agent McKee. We have been working an ongoing investigation on this place. We're just going to look around to see if the killer left any evidence."
The officer who was obviously in awe of Dean, just nodded and smiled a smile that reminded me of a fourteen year old with her first serious crush.
As soon as we were out of earshot of both Ted and the officer Sam whispered,
"You two take the attic, and I'll take the upper floor. Okay?"
We all nodded and headed in our respective directions. The stairs that lead up to the attic were narrow and extremely steep, I was terrified of falling.
We took different sides of the attic and began searching. I had gone through a bunch of boxes and looked through an old wardrobe for some clue as to why the Djinn was at the house. I heard footsteps behind me,
"Find anything Dean?" I asked, turning around to face him
there was something strange about his expression that I couldn't quite pin down,
"Oh yea, I found something alright."
Before I knew what I was happening he lunged at me and knocked me down, wrapping his hands around my throat. He was much larger than me and considerably stronger there was nothing I could do. As darkness crept into the edges of my vision I thought to myself, So much for love.