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Sam chuckled as he finished his second beer and headed back to the motel. Dean usually sat down and drank half a beer at least before finding a chick to hit on. This had to be a record. Well, at least Sam would have a quiet night in the motel without Dean being deliberately annoying. He knew Dean would be back early in the morning. They were in town investigating a haunted house and wanted to talk to the kids before they left for school.
This was one time they didn't have to pretend to be anything they weren't. The story of this family's haunting had been all over the news the last few months. No one had been seriously hurt, so it wasn't something they considered urgent. Sam and Dean decided they would look into it if they found themselves in the area. The house was about 30 years old. This family had lived in it for eight years with no problems before now. For some reason, about six months ago, things started going crazy at the Weber home. It had started with little things, like items not being where they were left. Since then, things had escalated to objects being thrown at people, broken mirrors, and unexplainable bruises on the children. The family couldn't afford to move elsewhere, and no one would buy their house now anyway. They were stuck.
Those idiots from Ghost Facers had shown up. They didn't accomplish anything except scaring the crap out of themselves. The family had contacted the Catholic Church, but they had to do a full investigation before doing an exorcism, which could take years. There had been others; people who were curious, supposed psychics and mediums, officials from other churches, but no one had been able to figure out what the ghost wanted or why it was there.
Sam didn't really care what it wanted or why it was there, he just wanted to find the remains, salt and burn them, and give the family some peace. Unfortunately, to do that, they had to figure out what had changed. Something happened to cause the spirit to attach itself to this family. The house itself wasn't haunted or there would have been problems long before this. Sam settled down with his computer to see what he could find out about the Weber family and their history.
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"Dean! Stop it, I'm trying to drive!" He inhaled the slightly spicy scent of Millie's perfume and sucked gently on her earlobe. "Are you trying to make us wreck? Next time you drive." He definitely had her all wound up. Thank God she drove a stick so there was a console between them. "No way, I enjoy having a woman in the driver's seat," he said as he continued his line of kisses down the side of her neck. She pushed him away. He chuckled, but stayed on his side of the car. She managed the rest of the drive without him trying to distract her. Of course, he didn't have to try. Just being in the same car was enough.
Entering her room, Dean kicked the door closed and pulled her against him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his head down to her. His lips were on hers, exploring and teasing. His tongue was gently caressing hers and his hands were sliding up her back under her t-shirt. He expertly unhooked her bra. Millie was having problems keeping any coherent thoughts in her head. She felt like she was on fire and he was the only source of relief. "Oh God, Dean…"
Dean reached back and pulled his t-shirt off. It took Millie's breath away. 'Holy crap, he's beautiful.' She had to work hard not to drool. She couldn't resist running her hands across his broad shoulders and trailing kisses over his chest. Moving back to his mouth, she pressed tightly against him. She felt his fast heartbeat and rubbed her hips against him. She smiled to herself. He was definitely all hers.
'What the hell am I doing?' she suddenly thought. 'I have a damn job to do.'
Millie steered them toward the bed. When Dean had backed up against it, she gave him a push. As he fell back, he pulled her down on top of him. Millie stretched out on him and reached above his head, under the pillow. Between kisses, she said "I'm sorry, Dean."
"What? Oh man, you've changed your mind? Please don't tell me you changed your mind! You're killing me." He stretched to resume kissing her neck.
"No, I'm sorry for this." Millie rolled away from him and stood up. The last thing Dean remembered was seeing the probes from a Taser heading for his chest, and then incredible pain.