Chapter 3

AN: I don't own anything but the plot of the story and Bethany is mine as well. I borrowed some stuff from vampire diaries and twilight the plot is mine course. Beta was Matchmaker131 as always thanks for the help. My Muse is working on the sequel so please don't forget the feed back it helps positive thoughts though. Enjoy!

It had been three days since they arrived to Athens, Ohio and the case had turned out to be a ghost at the college not a vamp nest. It would latch onto the person and instead of killing that person it would put a supernatural hit on them. So far the students had died from falling off buildings, been hit by cars and the last was a drowning.

Dean was doing research at the college's library, while John went around asking questions about the person pretending to be a cop. Sam was in the motel doing research online so that if they needed him he could come around town later to do his puppy dog eyes thing. They needed him out sight till time for the salt and burning. The thought that the ghost had already caught wind of the two them, they didn't want it finding out it was three them.

Dean was trying to blend in at the college, while he watched the editor of the school newspaper. Dean had found out everything he could about her along with the ghost they were after. There was something about her that was different than other women, he flirted sure, but it was part the job. The feeling he was having toward her was something new to him.

Cassie Robinson was beautiful with dark brown curls past her shoulders that bounced when she moved. Her skin like the color of her eyes was a spectacular brown. She looked up at Dean before he looked down; she knew that he was watching her, had been for last three days.

"You know it's not nice to stare at a person," Cassie said in Dean's general direction.

"I…I'm sorry, I was just admiring you," he said not sure why he'd told the truth, why didn't he lie, he could have made up a hundred things.

Cassie smiled down at him before sitting down, "You're not so bad looking yourself, after three days I would have thought you'd asked me out," she said with a flutter of her lashes, "You've been following me none stop, I also saw you at that school party last night, you and your friend stopped that guy from jumping off the ledge," she added.

Dean nodded, "I saw no reason for him to kill himself, I mean sure his girlfriend left him, but there are always other women out there," he said.

Cassie smiled again, "How about you buy me a drink, I mean you at least owe me that for following me around."

Dean wasn't sure what to say, how could he take her out and how did she know he was watching her? The party was packed he thought to himself. "I'll pick you up tonight, what's your address?" he asked, he knew it but didn't want give away that he was following her as close as she suspected.

"You already know where I live, but I have to close at the newspaper, so pick me up out front of the library," Cassie said as she got up with a smile before walking away. She was aware he was watching it tickled her that he couldn't keep his eyes off of her.

"I'm so in trouble," Dean thought aloud as he eyed her till she was out his sight range. He gathered his things absentmindedly; Sam would be so proud him for getting a date, probably their dad too, but he hadn't meant to it just happened.

Dean went back to the motel then sat with his head down. "Something wrong, Trigger?" John asked using one the nicknames he sometimes called Dean. He was good with a gun, and he'd always loved the Lone Ranger's horse.

"She knows I've been following her, I been hiding out sight there is no way," he said.

"You ever think maybe she just noticed you Dean, because she hasn't seen you around before?" Sam asked, "Or maybe she's into you."

"Yeah right, she's practically a perfect student," Dean said, "She goes for early morning jogs even before the sun is up, she lives in a two bedroom place, she has roommate that is hardly ever around," he went on as he grabbed something to drink from the fridge. "Nobody notices me, Sammy, I make sure it."

"Well maybe for once somebody did, this might be a good thing for you to relax a bit while remembering we are on a job."

"She told me she'd seen me at her place, and that for watching her I owed her at least a drink, I haven't been on a date since I was sixteen, sure one night stands, but dude I'm rusty, been four months," Dean groaned, he didn't know why he was complaining.

John saw right through his rambling complaining, he remembered the way he'd been at first, few times he'd seen Mary when he'd been younger. "You like her Dean," he said.

Dean eyes widen, "What, no that can't be possible, I mean dad this not natural, I feel hot as hell and not the kind that it's hot out, I mean inside my skin," he said tossing her shirt away putting the cool beer bottle against his chest.

Sam smiled, "Well maybe you found the one you're supposed to be with, if just talking to her got him like this, what is he going to do tonight?" he asked looking his dad.

"He's going to go on the date, and talk to her," John said, "And don't give me that puppy dog look Dean, it can be good for you, not saying have sex with her, but talk to her, you said that ghost was watching her, it's a good idea to watch out for her by being with her."

Dean knew he was right, he couldn't let the girl get hurt, but damn why did his body have to act out around her. He put the beer back in the fridge never even opening before he went to take a shower, telling Sam not to even comment about a cold shower.

Sam couldn't help but laugh, "I'll wait few minutes then flush toilet," he joked as bathroom door shut.

John shook his head at their banter, deciding not to comment on Dean's problem. If his son just could admit that he might be able to find somebody to love, he might not resist the attention that even the wolf could feel. He knew that was the problem. The wolf thought that Cassie was different than other women Dean had been around since he'd turned.

"Did Bobby ever call you back about what I asked him?" Sam asked his dad as he drank a cup of blood. He was trying to wean himself off human blood; he'd tried for year now to get himself off it slowly pulling away. It wouldn't make him as strong as if he drank from a bag of blood but it would keep him from starving.

"Yeah, he said he'd look into it more," John said, "Why did you want him look up Native American myth on werewolves?"

"They believe in this shape shifting, and dad we both know that Dean's not like other Were's, so maybe if we found where the wolf part him came from we could learn more about it," Sam said, "Bobby found that ring for me, he blended all that stuff together so I can walk in the daylight and almost seem human less you touch me, I'm cooler not ice cold like the ones that we used to hunt," he added going on to tell him that maybe if Dean could find more about himself he would have more control of himself.

John wondered if it was true, could Dean get that much control that he'd only change when he willed himself to change. It had never been done, not that he knew of. It was always shoot first ask questions never in most cases.

"If we find this, it would mean that he could have an almost normal life dad, wife, two point five kids, you said mom always wanted big family, and yard full kids," Sam reminded his dad, "Dean used to have that dream, sure he never said it, but I've heard his thoughts before, he wanted that one day even if he said he'd never have it."

"I know," John couldn't say any more, he wanted that for his son too, both of them. Deep down he still wished that Mary and he could have had that.

Dean got under the shower's spray once it was at the temperature he liked, it wasn't hot, or icy, it was nice warm beating down on his back. It wasn't like most the motel's they stayed at this one was just right the water pressure coming from the shower head almost like a massager. He moved forward putting his hands against the marble wall letting his hair get wet, water flowing down his body.

His eyes were shut trying to drown out everything that was going on, his brother and dad's voices from the other room, the traffic outside, even the horrible sounds of the noise that was supposed to be called music from the level above them. It was hard doing that, but after few minutes he could only hear his own heart beating away, and the sounds water of the coming down on him.

Changing wasn't like most, no it was different, one second he was a man standing there, and then the next he was a wolf. He'd heard his dad talking to Bobby, even heard the other man on the phone.

The first year he'd turned he'd gotten confused when they were in middle hunt and he just changed when he was thrown against tree by a vampire. After that he'd known he wasn't like most. The wolf in him had killed the vampire before taking off running. Sam and his dad had run after him, but when he'd gotten hit on head his human form the wolf had taken over. He didn't hurt anybody, but for good week he had been somewhat lost.

A woman had found him and took him in thinking he was a wolf since he hadn't shifted back. This woman had never question his size, or him when he'd finally changed back that third day waking up naked lying on a rug near fire place. She'd been somebody that had helped him; he'd never told his dad what happened. Sam knew little about it, but that had made him question the wolf more.

The woman had showed him how he could embrace his curse. He'd asked her before he left to find his dad and Sam why she knew so much. She simply said because she'd seen him coming. It hadn't been really an answer, but he took it for what it was. He still kept in touch with her, she knew more about this than he did, and it wasn't like he was into her like she'd first thought, but she still helped him.

Dean finished his shower as the water turned cold, but he really didn't notice the icy factor, after all his skin was always hotter than most, it just made him feel better. He decided to drop Bethany a line later ask her what was going on since he didn't think that his dad or brother could be any help.

Dean looked in the mirror, at the scars across his chest; they were distant reminder that he would never truly be normal. He took out his phone dialing a number leaving a voice mail message. "Hey, know it's been months since I left you a message, but you didn't reply my email last night, so hope you're okay and can look into it soon. I really need know, it's like my entire body's on fire when I'm near her, gotta go," he said hanging up letting breath out, "Where the hell are you?" he thought out loud before going out in the room finding the person he'd been trying get hold of.

"Hi Dean, I thought was better to find you than drop you line," Bethany Skyhawk said standing at the sink. She was tall, but not quiet Sammy's height, she had flowing black hair that went down her back she kept in a pony tail braided sometimes, but today it was down. She'd told him when he'd first meet him, that she was the daughter of Native American father, and her mother was Caucasian.