Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural and never will

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Dean's POV

By the time I got back to Bridget's apartment building it was starting to get dark. I parked the Impala and got out. When I looked up Sam was there and he looked angry. His fist came flying out of nowhere and caught me in the jaw.

My hand automatically went to the side of my face. "What the hell was that for?"

"That was for Bridget," he said with a scowl. "How stupid can you get Dean? She is so in love with you it's scary. Because if I were her I wouldn't be speaking to you at all."

"She told you," it wasn't a question.

"Yeah she told me. Bridget is one of only a few women that know about what we do and she didn't run screaming in the other direction. Jess wouldn't have understood so I kept it from her because I loved her." He took a seat on the hood of my car, "You have the chance to be completely honest with someone for once. Don't blow it again."

I sat beside him with a sigh, "It isn't that easy Sammy. She won't forgive me for leaving."

"You'd be surprised," Sam said with a smirk. "You know what she told me? She said she wanted to hate you more than anything but she couldn't. Because she loves you Dean. You might have to grovel a bit but she'll take you back."

I looked at him doubtfully, "I don't think so. I hurt her bad Sam, and I'll probably just end up hurting her again. Look let's just get this thing over with. You go salt and burn the corpse and I'll stay with Bridget in case the spirit shows up."

Sam nodded, "Give me the keys then."

I passed them to him and headed into the building. Bridget was sitting on the couch when I entered her apartment inspecting the weapons Sam had left on the coffee table.

"Looking for something specific?" I asked.

She jumped in surprise, "Jesus, don't startle me like that. You're lucky I don't have a wrench in my hand."

I chuckled, "You do have some sharp blades there. I think they might be worse than a wrench."

She smiled slightly, "I was looking for an iron knife. It repels ghosts, right?"

I nodded and picked one of the larger knives up, "This one is iron." I flipped it around so I was holding it by the blade, "Take it. And keep it on you all the time. I'll get you a sheath for it somewhere."

She took it from me and held it experimentally, "So what's the plan for tonight?"

I crossed my arms, "You aren't going to like this. But we're going to have to break the salt lines."

She stared at me as if I had grown another head, "You want to let it in here? What the fuck for?"

"To keep it from going after Sam. Spirits sometimes attack the person disturbing their bones even if they're attached to another place. It'll be easier and faster for Sam if we can get it to come after us."

"Fine," she said with a scowl. "Is there a chance we can get away with not using the shotguns? I'd rather not have my apartment destroyed."

I scanned the weapons on the coffee table. There were the set of iron throwing knives and some larger ones as well. "You might have to put pictures over the knife holes I'm probably going to put in the walls but I think we can manage." I stood up and motioned for her to come closer, "Come here I'll show you how to use that knife."

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Bridget's POV

I nodded, "What do I need to know?"

Dean grabbed another similar knife and held it in a reverse grip so the blade ran against the back of his arm. "Hold it like this. It'll be easier to protect yourself." I did the same and he put his knife down before he came around behind me. He took both of my wrists lightly in his hands and showed me some defensive moves. As we moved his chest pressed against my back and it took all of the willpower I had to concentrate on what he was showing me.

Finally we stopped but instead of letting me go he snaked one arm around my waist holding me to him while he took the knife out of my hand with his other.

"Dean," I said warningly but I couldn't hide the longing in my voice. "Don't, please."

"Tell me you don't want me," he whispered in my ear before pressing his lips to my neck.

"Stop. Dean, the ghost. Call Sam." I pulled away and turned to face him. He looked almost lost.

"I'm sorry Bri," he said softly. "I am so sorry for hurting you."

I cleared my throat, "Sam's waiting for you to call. I'll clear the salt line."

He nodded and held out the knife in his hand. "Be careful."

"I'm always careful," I said as I took the knife. I then went to the front door and swiped my foot across the salt line. As soon as there was a gap in the line the lights started to flicker.

"Get over here Bridget!" Dean called and I rushed to his side. I reached him just as the spirit appeared.

It advanced toward us and Dean swung out with his knife. The ghost dissolved as the knife cut through it but it reappeared in another spot. Suddenly Dean went flying with a yell and landed on top of the coffee table which collapsed under him sending knives and other weapons flying. Once Dean was out of the way the ghost took a step in my direction. I tried to hit it with my knife but it flickered and reappeared at my side. Before I could move it reached out and placed a hand on my arm. My skin burned and I cried out in pain.

The next thing I knew the ghost was gone and I looked up to see Dean standing in front of me. He grinned and I started to return it but I saw the spirit behind him reaching out. I grabbed Dean by his shirt and dropped to the ground pulling him with me. He landed on top of me and I felt the breath whoosh out of my lungs. Dean rolled us over and the next thing I heard was the crack of a shotgun.

We scrambled to our feet just as the ghost reappeared. Dean pushed me behind him and cocked the shotgun as the ghost approached. Before it could attack though it burst into flames.

A moment later Dean's phone rang and he flipped it open. "Took you long enough Sammy." He listened for a moment before continuing. "Yeah it's gone. We're fine. See you when you get back."

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Dean's POV

I hung up my phone and turned to Bridget. She was holding her right arm and surveying the mess in the living room. "You alright?" I asked.

She shook her head. "My arm, it touched me."

I took her arm gently in my hands and carefully rolled up the sleeve. The skin on her forearm was red and blistered and some of it came away with the sleeve. I brushed my fingers over it and she hissed in pain pulling her arm out of my grasp.

"Do you have a first aid kit?" I asked.

"It should be somewhere in the bathroom," she replied.

I nodded and headed for the bathroom. It only took a couple of minutes to find the first aid kit and I returned to the living room to find Bridget sitting on the couch. I sat next to her and took out a bottle of some cream that said it was good for burns.

Bridget held out her arm to me and placed her other hand on my knee. As I rubbed the cream onto the burn I felt her grip on my knee tighten. She bit her lip against the pain but couldn't stop a tear from rolling down her cheek. Once I finished wrapping her arm I let it go and reached out to cup her cheek. She leaned into my hand and I brushed the tear away with my thumb.

"I missed you Bri," I said softly as I let my thumb trace her lips.

She smiled and took my other hand in hers lacing our fingers together. "I missed you too Dean. I don't want to be angry at you anymore."

"If I kiss you are you going to push me away again?" I asked.

Instead of replying she leaned forward and pressed her lips against mine hesitantly. I didn't need any other encouragement and deepened the kiss wrapping my arms around her waist.

I gripped the hem of her shirt and we parted just long enough for me to pull it over her head leaving her in a black bra. She put her hands on my shoulders and pushed my dark green shirt down my arms.