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Chapter 12: Children shouldn't play with dead things Part 3

"So, a car accident." Dean exchanged glances with me. "That's horrible."

I almost glared at him. He could have least sounded a hell of a lot more convincing seeing as Angela's father was sitting right there. After the cemetery we headed off to find her dad, seeing if he could tell us anything weird or interesting about her life or death. But nothing was out of the ordinary, nothing screamed to me that this was supernatural. I'm guessing that's why Dean's voice sounded like it did. He was dead certain we'd stumbled onto a case and now he wasn't so sure.

"Angie was only a mile away from home when, uh…" Dr. Mason, I think that's what he told us, trailed off and started to tear up. I reached across the table and handed him a tissue, which he took and nodded in thanks.

I figured after he said she died in a car crash Dean would have just let it go or eased up a bit. But he just kept on pressing like he had proof the engine was possessed. "That's gotta be hard –- losing someone like that. Sometimes it's like they're still around. Almost like you can still sense their presence. You ever feel anything like that?"

"I do, as a matter of fact."

I shook my head and Sam glared at Dean. "That's perfectly normal, Dr. Mason. Especially with what you're going through."

Dean shrugged one of his shoulders and I wished I would have been sitting near him to smack him upside the head.

"Family is everything, you know? Angie was the most important thing in my life. And now I'm just lost without her." Dr. Mason broke into tears and my heart ached for him. It always did in situations like this.

"We're very sorry." I said gently and motioned the guys that we should just leave him in peace. So we did and they followed me out and we headed back to the motel.

O0o0o0o0

"Thank god." I said reaching the bagels that were still on the table. "I felt like I was going to have to live off those tic tacs in the back seat."

Sam smiled and shook his head while Dean, I guess, didn't hear me and started pacing a bit. Back and forth across the kitchen. If he didn't stop soon he was going to wear down the carpet.

"I'm telling you, there's something going on here. We just haven't found it yet." Dean said, biting his lower lip.

He was tense and I could tell. He never got so tense about one simple case before. I stood up and blocked his path so he couldn't pace. He damn near ran into me.

"Are you alright?" I asked him and he tried giving me this small smile which only confirmed my suspicions.

"I'm fine." He said gently, kissing me on my head. He leaned up against the counter of the sink and I stood with him, grabbing my bagel to munch on.

"Dean, so far you've got a patch of dead grass and nothing."

"Well, something turned that grave into unholy ground." I said, trying to see what Dean was seeing. He put an arm around my waist and squeezed me and I knew he was grateful for the help. Sam however was not that happy.

"There's no reason for it to be unholy ground. Angela Mason was a nice girl who died in a car crash. That's not exactly "vengeful spirit" material. You heard her father."

"Yeah, well, maybe Daddy doesn't know everything there is to know about his little angel, huh?" Dean said, raising his eyebrows.

That was a little harsh and that's all Sam needed to take off on a whole nother different topic. "You know what? We never should have bothered that poor man. We shouldn't even be here anymore."

"So what, Sam? We just bail? Without even figuring out what's going on?" Dean asked angrily, raising himself off the counter.

"I think I know what's going on here." Sam said, standing up off the bed to look at Dean. Why is it when these two stood up like this I felt my whole body tense? "This is about Mom's grave. You wouldn't step within a hundred yards of it."

I scoffed at Sam. Why did he always have to do that? Why did he have to take the things that he knew were sore and tender and continuously poke at them?

"So just because Dean was upset at the graveyard you wanna tell him that's his reason for making up a hunt?" I asked sarcastically, ready to throw this damn bagel at Sam's head.

"Maybe he's imagining a hunt where there isn't one so he doesn't have to think about Mom. Or Dad."

"Okay, I'm still in the room." Dean said angrily, throwing a glare at Sam.

"You wanna take another swing?" Sam asked and I knew Dean was clenching his fists in an effort to not think about Sam as something he should hit. "Go ahead. It'll make you feel better."

"I don't need this crap." Dean informed, heading for the door.

"Where are you going?" I asked, hurriedly following him.

"I'm getting a drink." He replied heatedly and slammed the door before I made it there. I looked at Sam and glared at him. Until he said he wanted to be alone I intended on following Dean down there and going where he was going. Plus, I was pissed at Sam. I wasn't just going to sit in this room and let the dead silence eat my eardrums.

I slammed the door on the way out, probably knocking some of the really shitty drywall down. Although I'm pretty sure this place wasn't held together by much. A few pieces of wood, drywall and Elmer's glue. Plus some ugly paint and you've got the room we're staying in. I guess I shouldn't have been complaining, I've been in worse places. There was that one place that spirit haunted our closet and that was the last time Dean and I ever put clothes in there when we went to a motel. I had lost many articles of clothing from that stupid case. And when I wasn't worrying about a ghost that tore your clothes apart I was worrying about the bad heating or the fact that the last motel we stayed in had tons of spiders crawling around. And I'm not taking about a few here and that was it. I'm talking about an orgy of spider's right in your bathtub.

I shook my head, turning the corner to head down the stairs into the parking lot. I passed the offices and thanked God I didn't see Lucy looming around. Although after the offices I did pass something rather interesting. There was a gated area and behind it was a pool. I listened for a moment to make sure I didn't hear the Impala revving and when I didn't I went up to the gate to look at it for a moment. That pool looked in better condition than the whole motel put together. It was the smallest rectangle pool I had ever seen but as I said, good condition and the water looked really blue. I'm guessing it was because the pool tiles was painted an aqua instead of a boring old white so the water would look that way.

Maybe it was in such good condition because no one really used it, I mean Lucy did say she didn't really get a lot of people. And out of all the twelve people staying here, no one was around. But it looked like she made sure it still got taken care of in case someone wandered in one time wanting to use it.

I heard the Impala shudder to a start and hurried away from the pool and into the parking lot to catch Dean before he headed to a bar and didn't come back till morning. I saw the Impala in one of the spaces and saw Dean start to shift gears. I rushed to the window and knocked, startling the hell out of him, but getting him to stop.

"Jesus Christ." Dean breathed, rolling down the window. "What?" He barked. I'm guessing he was upset from before and even more agitated since I scared him. He shook his head and sighed, trying again. "What do you want Andy?" He said, more gently this time.

"You can't get rid of me that easily." I said, giving him a smile. He looked at me slowly and I could tell he wanted to smile. He shook his head and I leaned in the open window to kiss his cheek, hoping to loosen him up a little. "So you gonna let me in or am I gonna have to crawl in this window and over you?"

He cocked and eyebrow and smiled slightly. "You want to crawl over me? Doesn't that answer the question for you?" He asked entertainingly, locking the door.

I shrugged and I wondered if he thought I was kidding. I was going to crawl over him if he didn't unlock the door and let me in.

"I'm serious." I warned him. I didn't want him to get angry all over again if I got some kind of shoe mark on or inside the car.

He leaned the seat back and grinned at me. "I know."

My lips turned into a small smile. He wanted me to crawl over top of him. So I did. I'm not sure how I accomplished it and I thanked God I was petite enough to actually hoist myself in the window and on top of him. Once I reached the passenger seat he had to maneuver my legs inside the car so I wouldn't end up kicking him in the face.

As soon as I got situated in the passenger seat, I grinned at him. "I could be some kind of act for a circus."

Dean chuckled and wrapped an arm around my waist. He pulled me towards him and forced my legs apart so that my legs were on both sides of him and I sat on his lap.

"Yeah, and what's your act going to be?" He asked, snaking his arms around my waist and pulling me so my chest was right against his.

"I could fit into a clown car?"

He laughed and kissed my neck. "Don't you have to be flexible for that?"

"I am flexible." I pouted and he caught my lower lip in his, pulling on it ever so slightly before letting go.

"You can barely stretch across the bed to reach the remote on the nightstand."

"I'm convinced it moved while we were asleep. It was closer the night before." I tried and he smiled against my skin. I ran my hands through his hair and slipped them around his neck and moved even closer to him. If that was even possible.

He moved his hands along my legs and thighs as I leaned my head in to start kissing him. I could feel him grip my skin around where my shorts ended and dipped his hand past the fabric to caress around my pelvic bone. I rubbed the back of his neck and I felt him get chills as I ran my fingers over a sensitive part.

I pulled my lips from his and kissed that sensitive spot again, brushing my lips and tongue over it gently. His breath was tickling my neck and he leaned his head down to place a kiss above my breasts. I cupped his face and kissed him gently on his forehead.

"You still wanna get that drink?" I asked him, an idea forming in my head.

He nuzzled my face and pulled me into a tight hug. "No, I want to stay right here." He whispered and I smiled, kissing the side of his head.

"What if I told you I had a better idea? One that involved me in my underwear?" I said slowly and he pulled back, a small grin tugging his mouth.

"I'd say it depends on what you're wearing." That was bull; he'd come with me whether I was wearing white lace or green goo.

I leaned down and whispered in his ear as I slowly opened the car door. "Your favorite."

I smiled and pulled back, leaving him hot and his mind wandering. I got out of the car, welcoming the cool night air as it cooled me down and waited for him to follow me. I smiled hearing the car door shut and felt him grab my hand.

I knew there was no way he'd resist white lace.

O0o0o0

"I didn't know this was here." Dean said, looking around the pool.

I observed the loungers and the tables around the pool and went to sit in one of the chairs. "Yeah, me neither. Until like ten minutes ago."

I lifted my shirt over my head and adjusted my bra. Dean turned around and saw me start to undo my shorts and he looked at me in awe. "What are you doing?"

I smiled, motioning to the pool. "What do you think I'm doing?"

"In your underwear?"

"There's no one around Dean, unless you want me to invite Sam to lifeguard for us." Dean glared at me and I smiled, pulling my shorts down. "Come on, do you want to dive in fully clothed?" I left a small kiss on his mouth as I went towards the small diving board at the deeper end of the pool. "I highly don't recommend it."

Dean smiled and shook his head. I felt his eyes on me as I walked over to the diving board. I climbed it carefully, in case it wasn't as new as it looked and gently walked on it to the edge. I saw him start to strip down and I did a cannon ball into the water.

I could hear Dean laugh as I resurfaced and saw him coming near the edge of the shallow end.

"Oh my God." I said, my teeth chattering. "It's freezing."

Dean scratched the back of his head as he sat in his briefs. The underwater lights that lit up the pool were dancing across his face and bare chest and tinted his skin the smallest shade of aquamarine.

"I'm guessing they don't turn the heater on. Nobody looks like they ever come down here."

"Except us." I said smiling.

"Yeah, because the waters freezing and you're crazy."

"I must be to be with you." I shot at him and his mouth gaped open in mock hurt. "You gonna get in?" I splashed the water gently as I stood up in the pool. The water waved all the way to him and licked the edge, sending it over his legs.

He shivered. "Me and cold water don't exactly mix."

"But I'm in here…and I'm warm." I said suggestively and he raised his eyebrows with a small smile. "Come on…" I whined, swimming up to him. I put my hands on his thighs and he leaned down to give me the softest kiss on my lips.

I moved to put my hands around his neck and when he was least expecting it, I'm sure his brain wasn't beyond thinking about my bra and my lips, I tugged on him. It sent him off balance and I distinctively saw his mouth turn into a smile and small grunt left his lips before he plunged into the water.

I giggled as he popped out of the water, small drips falling into his eyes from his hair.

"Oh, you think it's funny?" He asked me, plowing through the water to reach me.

I squealed and turned as he wrapped an arm around my waist and lifted me out of the water and then pulled me under with him. I felt him loosen his grip so I could come up for air while he swam under the water near my legs.

When he came up I smiled at him. "For someone who didn't want to get in, you sure are enjoying the water." I splashed him and he blocked it, running a hand through his wet hair.

He pulled me into his arms and I smiled, feeling his warm body against mine in the freezing water. "I'm enjoying you." He said softly, kissing my cheek.

I smiled and kissed his lips, running my hands through his wet hair. But apparently, while I was distracted he took that time to wrap his legs around mine and pull me under the water again. Once I was under he completely let go and swam to the deep end. I rolled my eyes, coming back up. He just didn't want me to retaliate.

"Coward." I smiled as he let out a laugh and began to tread water.

"What are you gonna do Andy?" He taunted. "Get my hair wet?"

I quirked an eyebrow and swam over where the water started to get deep but stopped, looking at him.

"Well, you can't unleash your revenge on me unless you make it over here." He said, running a hand through his hair again.

I looked at the bottom of the pool. It looked pretty deep for nine feet. I felt my hair curl around my shoulders, tickling my skin and making me shiver in the cold water.

"I can't tread water." I told him softy, if not a bit embarrassed. I guess I should have thought about that before I invited him into the pool.

"You can't?" He asked me.

I shook my head no. "I can swim, well enough to keep me from drowning anyways, but I can't tread."

He came up closer to me and wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me towards him. I felt him lift me off the ground and into his arms, towards the deep end.

I wiggled a bit in his hold. "Dean…" I panicked.

"It's okay." He said soothingly. "I got you." He repeated that maybe five times before I calmed down and realized he really did have a tight hold around me and wasn't going to let me drown or anything.

I made sure my arms were tightly around his neck and it amazed me that he could tread water, me in his one arm, with just his legs and the other arm to keep us afloat.

"Am I heavy?" I asked him, observing the water around us.

He chuckled. "Not enough to sink us babe."

"I just meant I don't want you to get tired and…"

He cut me off, placing a gentle kiss on my lips. "I got you." He said gently and reassuringly. "I'm not gonna let anything happen."

I nodded and smiled slightly, his words taking off the edge of my fears. We floated there for a while, Dean telling me you could tread for hours if you did it right, when a thought occurred to me.

"Dean, this is almost like a vacation thing." I said excitedly. "Were at a motel and in a pool."

Dean laughed and squeezed me tighter around my waist. "Yeah, almost." He nuzzled my neck and left gentle kisses. "You are happy right?" He asked a few moments later, looking up at me seriously.

I nodded and smiled. "I don't need to be on vacation to be happy."

"That's not what I—"

"I've never been happier." I told him seriously and he smiled, happy I was happy.

Dean shifted me to his other arm and I was proud of myself that I didn't claw at him or on top of him as he did it.

"We can go back to the shallow end if you're getting tired." I offered. I didn't want him to think we had to be out here all night.

He shrugged. "Whatever you want." I wriggled in his arms. "You want me to let you go?"

"Yeah, I'll just take off swimming. I'll be fine."

He looked at me hesitantly and nodded, loosening his grip for a moment and let me slide away from him. I swam until I reached the shallow end and stood up, shivering from the night air.

"It's feels cold out now." I said, dipping back into the water to cover my shoulders. It made me wonder if the water was warm because I had just gotten used to it or because Dean was there.

"That's cause you're wet." Dean slipped under the water and glided towards me.

I squealed as he wrapped his arms around my legs and lifted me high up out of the water. Once I was in the air he pushed me, a giggle leaving my lips as I plunged back into the water.

"You're not fair." I said, moving my hair away from my eyes. "I can't even lift you."

"Are you saying I'm overweight?" He asked me, trying to be offended.

I rolled my eyes. "I'm saying you're a jerk."

He let out a breath between his lips which seemed to puff a little against the cold night air. "Whatever brat."

I splashed him. "What time do you think it is?"

"Let me check my internal clock." He replied sarcastically and I shoved him, giving him the opportunity to grab my arms and wrap them around his waist. I shivered again, despite his warm body and he wrapped his arms around me. I smiled as I looked up at him, appreciative for the warmth he was trying to create. "I don't know, I wanna say around eleven or twelve."

"We should get out soon." I said, thinking about that case we still had to work on. Not to mention all the research I had to do on the Succubus.

"Why, you have a hot date?" Dean asked, interrupting my thoughts.

I nodded insistently. "Yep, right after this one." I said smiling.

He rolled his eyes and pulled me towards the edge of the pool. "Fine, wouldn't want you to be late. Come on."

Dean pulled himself from the pool, water cascading off his body and back into the pool and on the concrete. I watched him for a moment as I got out and sat on the edge, wrapping my arms around myself.

"We should have found towels before this." Dean said. He looked like he had goose bumps but if he was cold he wasn't showing it.

I nodded, shivering. "Yeah, that might have been smart. But then again, you're not known for that."

He turned to glare at me but it looked like he couldn't do it once he saw how badly I was shivering. "You're gonna get sick again." He said and picked up his leather jacket.

"What about you?" I asked and I shook my head, pushing away the jacket as I got up. "I can't use that."

"Why not?"

"Because it's leather. I'll ruin it."

"I'm willing to risk it. It's just a jacket, come on." He urged me, opening the jacket.

I wrung out my hair and tried to get as dry as possible before he slipped it over my shoulders and wrapped it tightly around me. Yeah, it was just a jacket but it was his jacket. I've never seen him so protective over an article of clothing before. I think it was because his father gave it to him and I felt horrible he was covering my wet body with it. I knew he didn't want me to freeze but I'd feel even worse if I ruined it.

He rubbed his hands up and down my arms, creating friction and warmth. He kissed my nose, which felt like ice. "I want you to go upstairs and get a hot shower then head to sleep okay?"

I rolled my eyes even though a hot shower would feel so good right now. "Yes mom. Wait a minute, where are you going?"

"I'm getting some clothes out of the trunk and going to work on that invisible job." He said wryly as he let go of me and grabbed the articles of clothing blanketing one of the lounge chairs.

"I never said it was invisible." I argued, my voice not really sounding like it since my teeth were chattering. "Let me come with you."

He shook his head no, gently wrapping an arm around my waist to lead me towards the stairs. "You're freezing and I won't be able to figure myself if you catch a cold because I let you come with me."

I shrugged, trying anything. "You can put the heat on in the car."

He smiled and shook his head, kissing me gently "Go get a hot shower. I'll be back before morning if I don't find anything. Okay?"

"You promise to call me if you do?"

"Yes, I'll wake you up at an obnoxiously rude hour to tell you too." He added sarcastically, handing me the clothes and gently pushing me towards the stairs.

I rolled my eyes and blew him a kiss. "You better."

He caught the so called kiss and pretended to put it over his heart. "I will."

"You better hurry along in your underwear to your car then before anything shrinks." I giggled and he looked down, I'm guessing forgetting he only had his briefs on. I threw him his t-shirt and he hurriedly put it on.

"Yeah, thanks." He quirked and turned around to head to the car.

I watched him get clothes out of the trunk and he smiled at me one last time before getting into the backseat to change. I turned around to walk pass the offices and go upstairs when a voice scared the living crap outta me.

"Geez." I said, putting a hand over my heart. "Lucy, you scared me." I laughed slightly, but only because I was ashamed I let her of all people scare me like that. She was barely five foot four.

"Late night dip?" She asked me, smiling. "I knew keeping that pool in good condition was a good idea."

I smiled and nodded as I heard the Impala revving and drive out of the parking lot. "Yeah, good thinking." I stood there for a moment, waiting for her to say something or end the conversation. But she didn't and I said goodnight and started to make my way back up the stairs.

"Did you talk to Eli by chance?" She asked me and I stopped at the top of the stairs, shifting the clothes in my hands. Eli? Oh, right Sam.

"Um no I'm sorry. Things have been a little hectic. I will as soon as I get a shower alright?" I didn't know why I was being so personal with this girl or why I felt the need to actually mention her to Sam. Eh, she seemed like a nice person. Just very aggressive. But I guessed that was why she didn't have a boyfriend.

She nodded and a sudden smile lit up her face. "Okay, thanks."

I nodded. Something about her smile knotted up my stomach and I gripped Dean's jacket around me. "Goodnight."

"Night." She called after me. "Sweet dreams."

O0o0o0oo0o

I knocked on the door, hoping Sam wasn't asleep. I didn't realize I hadn't grabbed a key or anything to get back in the room when I stormed out.

"Sam?" I called attentively. "Are you awake? I'm freezing can you please open the door?" I heard some shifting behind the door and I wondered if he was going to make me beg.

He finally opened the door after I asked please one more time and I welcomed the small bit of warmth from the room. "Thank God." I said, walking past him.

"Are you wet?" He asked me closing the door. "Is it raining?"

"Did it look like it was raining?" I asked him, setting the clothes on the bed. "No, Dean and I…kind of found a pool." I said, smiling.

Sam sighed, sitting down on his bed. "Of course you did."

I hadn't realized he'd been in his pajamas. "Did I wake you?" I asked, a little pang of guilt rang through me as he nodded.

"Sorry." I said softly and started to unzip the leather jacket. I hesitated, now remembering I only had my underwear and bra on underneath and stopped completely. "Where's my duffel?"

"Other side of the bed." Sam said, crawling back under the covers of his bed.

I rounded the bed and found it sitting there and pulled a pair of Dean's boxers out and one of my t-shirts. "I'm gonna do the research on the Succubus when I get out of the shower. You can sleep if you don't want to help."

He shook his head, turning on the TV. "No, I'll help."

I nodded slightly and watched him for a moment, trying to peg of he was upset. If he wasn't I didn't know what that emotion was. "Are you sure?"

He turned his head, I knew he was pretending to be engrossed in what was on the TV. "Yeah, I'm sure." He gave me a small smile, which I returned and turned back to what he was watching.

As I went in to the bathroom to turn on the shower I wondered why he hadn't asked me where Dean was. I shrugged, taking off Dean's jacket and setting it on the hook attached to the door. Maybe he was just upset.

I felt the tap and smiled as I got in; the warmth of the water quelled my shivers.

O0oo0o0

"So that Lucy girl is really into you. Did I mention that?" I asked Sam as I dried my hair with the towel. Again he didn't look up from the TV.

"Really?" He asked. "Isn't she supposed to be like an alleged psychopath?"

I glared at him, hanging the towel over the chair. "Just not gonna let that go are you?"

He smiled, turning off the TV. "I wasn't planning on it."

"So you should go talk to her again. Maybe hear her out." Why was I doing this again? I referred to the girl as crazy and here I was basically throwing Sam at her. He could do better. Way better.

"You just want me out of your hair." He said as he sat at the kitchen table with his laptop. I reached over and grabbed his hand, squeezing it.

"You know that's not it." Even though it kind of was. "I just want you to be happy."

"But I am happy." Liar. "Don't worry about me." He said it gently like he was appreciative for me thinking of him but nothing more. Basically he wanted me to stay out of it and he was saying that as nicely as he could.

He was right. I had no part in his personal business and I nodded, letting go of his hand. "Okay."

He felt bad that he was pushing me away and I think he knew that. Because the next thing he did was stand up and get something out of one of the cabinets. I was looking down at the laptop, searching any kind of database for information on the Succubus and he nudged me.

"Thanks." He said, handing me an Oreo. I smiled, taking it. The universal friend fixer.

"Anytime. I mean that Sam." I smiled at him gently and he nodded, opening his and licking the icing. I really did mean it. Sam was just one of those people you couldn't afford to lose in your life. I knew he'd be there for me when I needed him and I wish he could see I was trying to do the same in a heartbeat.

It was the constant fighting that made everything so difficult. We just needed to focus on not doing that so often.

"Okay, so Succubi are known to feed off men in their dreams…"

"Yeah," Sam said uncomfortably. "Got that part."

I blushed. "Right…" I read down the rest of the Wikipedia page. "It says here all we gotta do is light the damn thing on fire."

Sam scoffed. "Great, that's nice and not obvious at all."

I ran a hand through my wet hair. "We don't even know who it is yet." Sam took in a breath to say something but stopped and shook his head. "What?" I asked him. Sam shook his head again and I sighed, wanting to smack him.

"You're not gonna like it."

"Tell me."

"We could smoke her out."

I looked at him slowly and nodded. "Okay, and how do you suppose we do that?"

"Well…wait where's Dean?"

I rolled my eyes. Great time for this question. "He's checking into that case that you thought wasn't real. Now what do you want to do about the Succubus?"

"Well I can go to sleep and you can wait up and see if she makes a move…?"

"You want me to like, wait in the bathroom while you get your freak on with me in a dream?" I asked him incredulously and Sam winced.

"Kinda harsh Andy. She plants the dreams remember?"

"Not beyond the other night she didn't." I said, making my point. I felt kind of awful I said that though. You couldn't help who you liked and I was basically making Sam feel horrible for liking me. It wasn't his fault, this was just making me feel extremely uncomfortable. "I'm sorry." I said gently and he nodded.

"We don't have to do it." Sam said, getting off the chair and pacing. "We'll find another way."

"We don't have another way." I said standing up. "This'll have to do."

O0o0o0o0o

Three long hours went by and I was starting to get uber cramped in the bathroom. All I did was sit there, in the dark no less, and wait for something to show up and try and feed off Sam. At least I knew he wasn't dreaming about me yet…because I'd see or feel something right? I got chills just thinking about it.

I yawned, looking at my cell phone for the time. I groaned seeing it was near four. At least Dean wasn't back yet. I still hadn't found a way to tell him about this whole situation without him getting upset. But that was like trying to prevent a toddler from having candy. It was hard to do.

Suddenly my phone started to vibrate, scaring the hell outta me. I flipped it open seeing it was Dean and I thanked God I had turned the sound off. All I would need was to wake Sam and have me sit in here all over again.

"Hello?" I answered groggily.

"Hey babe, I'm surpised you answered."

"Well I did tell you to…" Crap, another huge yawn. "Call me."

"Were you not asleep? You sound exhausted." I love how he didn't even wait for me to answer the first question. "What the hell have you been doing?"

I yawned, trying to buy more time to think of an answer. But I guess yawning just proved how tired I was. "Well I got a shower and then…."

"Then…what?" He asked me. I could tell he was gripping the steering wheel. I could tell how he wanted to be face to face with me while this conversation droned on.

"You have to promise me you won't get mad."

"Andy, you're pissing me off just asking me that." He barked but I could tell that I was just scaring him. He sighed. "Yeah, I promise." He was too worried to fake the anger hanging on that sentence. "What is it?"

"A Succubus is after Sam." I said softly and I think he was processing that information because he didn't answer me at first. I could literally see him thinking back to the information he had told me in the grave yard.

"You knew about this didn't you? When we in the graveyard. Andy how could you do this, how could you keep something like that from me?" He asked his voice sounding betrayed more than angry could ever cover up. "What if something would have happened to Sam?"

"We're taking care of that now. He's asleep and when he's dreaming the Succubus will try and feed on him. I'm ready to set the damn thing on fire. I know how to research Dean."

He sighed and I could tell he was rubbing his temples in thought. "Don't catch the bed on fire or anything." That hadn't been what he wanted to say.

"I won't." I paused. "I'm sorry Dean."

"I just want to know why you felt like you had to keep this from me." He said quietly. That had been what he really wanted to say.

"I was going to tell you after we took care of it." I could hear his jaw clench. "It was just…Sam had been..." Okay, way harder than I thought. "Having dreams about me."

"Dreams like premonitions?" His voice was hopeful, praying that was the reason, given the information we had all learned about Sam recently.

"Dream's the Succubus planted." I said softly and I knew Dean understood now because he was deadly silent. "Dean?" I asked. Maybe the line had gone dead or he just hadn't heard me. Hell, maybe he hung up.

"Make sure the hell Sam knows we're having a conversation." He answered me. His voice was low and deathly serious. It was kind of scaring me.

"It's not his fault." I tried.

"Not his fault?" Dean asked me his voice escalating. "Andy, you think I don't see the way he looks at you? He hasn't even tried to dial down, you just haven't noticed it."

"I'm sorry." I said my voice breaking.

Dean sighed. "I'm not trying to say it's your fault but I've had enough. This conversation was going to happen one way or another." I sniffled and his voice was gentle. "Don't cry okay? I'm not going to kill him, I promise. I just want to make sure he knows I'm fed up."

I nodded, even though he couldn't really see me do that and took a tissue off of the bathroom sink to blow my nose. "Don't hit him Dean. Okay?" He mumbled something about how he couldn't make any promises but I knew he'd try his hardest. I'd be pissed if he did something like that over me and he knew it. "Did you find anything out on the case?"

"Um…yeah." He sounded preoccupied and I was pretty sure he was working through what to say to Sam. "Talked to her room mate, says Angela was wonderful. Over three millions times." I could hear the eye roll and I smiled. "But get this. The boyfriend, apparently killed himself last night. Cut his own throat."

"Well, looks like we got ourselves an angry spirit."

Dean hit his hands on the steering wheel along to the tune on the radio. "That we do. I'll see you when I get back."

"Okay. I love you Dean."

He hesitated. "I love you too." With that he hung up the phone.

O0o0o0o0

It wasn't till six that I started feeling weird. I started getting really hot and nauseous. I could barely move and I swore I was going to vomit on the carpet if I tried. This must have been it. The Succubus must have been close or after Sam.

I clutched the flare gun in my pocket and approached the bathroom door. I peaked my head out even though it was dark and I couldn't see anything. Although, I could hear suckling noises and it set my stomach churning. I grimaced and heard something else. Something that sounded like choking. Sam.

I turned the light on, yelling hey at the damn thing leaning over Sam. She jerked up, hair wildly flowing around her face like snakes and her eyes a deep red color. Holy fucking shit.

"Lucy?" I gaped.

She hissed at me and Sam jerked up in bed as she stopped feeding off of him. Her tongue inched after him, all in it's forked glory. Sam jerked back, hitting his back off the headboard.

I didn't hesitate. I shot the flare, hitting her right in her chest. She screamed and writhed at the hole in her chest. She started deteriorating right before our eyes into a cloud of red smoke. After a few moments she was completely gone, red smoke still licking the ceiling.

"I knew she was a psycho." I said at Sam knowingly and he rolled his eyes and glared.

I smiled and threw the flare gun on the table crawling into bed. Thank God. I smothered my face into Dean's pillow, welcoming rest.

"Night Sam." I said sleepily and I could tell he was just shaking his head and reaching over to get the light on the bedside table.

"Night Andy."

I went to sleep, dreams full of Dean. Just the way it should have been.

O0o0o0o0o

I woke up in Dean's arms. I moved against him gently and he tightened his hold, shifting his head against his pillow. I smiled and leaned my head against chest, taking in warm cinnamon and detergent. I could hear him start to wake up and I felt him gently kiss my head.

I lifted my head, kissing his lips. "Hey."

He smiled. "Morning."

"What time did you get back?"

"Around seven. I ended up heading to a bar for that drink."

"I figured as much. As long as you didn't end up at that damn Roadhouse."

He shook his head no. "I didn't." I yawned, turning over to lay on my back. "What time did you waste the Succubus?"

"Around six. Shot her straight through the heart."

Dean nodded in approval. "Nice work."

"Thanks." I turned my head to look at him and kissed him gently. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner."

He shrugged like it didn't really bother him even though deep down I could tell it did. Even if it was only a little bit. "I'm just glad you told me."

"You didn't see Sam this morning?" I asked noticing, thankfully, that there weren't any blood stains anywhere.

"Yeah I saw him." I looked at Dean a bit surpised he hadn't said anything. "I got up to go the bathroom and said a few choice word about my invisible case."

"Nothing about me yet?"

"Oh don't worry. It's brewing."

I leaned closed to him and hugged him tightly. I didn't doubt that. He brought his arms up and returned the hug, kissing my neck as I pulled away.

"So where are we heading to?"

"Well, I stole the girl's diary last night…"

I laughed. "Of course you did."

He smiled slightly and ran a hand through his hair. "We're gonna have a talk with her friend Neil."

0o0o0o0o

"I didn't realize the college employed grief counselors." Neil said warily, looking at all three of us.

Dean smiled. "Oh, yeah. You talk, we listen. Maybe throw in a little therapeutic collage, whatever helps jump-start the healing."

I rolled my eyes. "You heard what happened to Matt Harrison, right?" I asked Neil and he nodded. "Well we just wanted to make sure you were okay. Grief can make people do crazy things."

Neil shifted. He looked extremely uncomfortable but guilt wasn't the emotion his body was screaming. "Look, I'm sorry about what happened to him. I am. But if Matt killed himself, it wasn't 'cause of grief. It was guilt. Angie's death was Matt's fault, and he knew it."

"How was Matt responsible?" Sam asked.

Neil nodded sadly. "She really loved that guy. But the night of the accident, she walked in on him with another girl. She was really torn up, that's why she crashed the car." Dean and Sam looked surpised and Neil shifted again. Jesus, I swore he had ants in his pants. "Look, I've gotta get ready for work. So, thanks for the concern, but seriously, I'll be okay."

He went back inside his house and closed the door. I let out a breath between my lips and pulled my hair back into a pony tail.

"Well, that vengeful spirit theory is starting to make a little more sense. I mean, hell hath no fury." Dean said gruffly as we headed back to the car.

"So, if Angela got her revenge on Matt, you think it's over?" Sam asked and I could literally see Dean tense every time he talked. But he didn't say anything and I half wondered if he was just trying really hard to let everything go.

"Well, there's one way to be sure."

"Yeah? What's that?" I asked him, climbing into the passenger.

"Burn the bones." Dean said obviously.

"Burn the bones? Are you high?" Sam scoffed and asked. Dean quirked an eyebrow like he was checking to make sure. "Angela died last week. There's not gonna be bones. There's gonna be a ripe, rotting body in the coffin."

"Since when are you afraid to get dirty, huh?" Dean asked and Sam sat back in the back seat, shaking his head.

Unfortunately, when we checked the coffin that night all we got dirty with was dirt. There was no body in that coffin. But hello, we did find crazy markings on the top of it.

Dean exchanged glances with Sam and me. Dr. Mason.

O0o0o0o0

Dean looked pissed. And I'm not talking about Sam hitting on me pissed. I mean the fury he had when he broke his Impala with the tire iron pissed. He was knocking on Dr. Mason's door, not letting up for one second. The knocks seemed to get louder when Sam asked to him to calm down.

He finally answered the door and let us in.

"You teach Ancient Greek?" Dean asked him, skipping the pleasantries all together. I exchanged glances with Sam as Dr. Mason nodded. This was not good. "Tell me. What are these?"

He pulled a piece of paper out, handing it to him. It had the symbols on it from the coffin. "They're part of an ancient Greek divination ritual." He sighed, taking off his glasses and handing the paper back to Dean.

Dean nodded. "Used for necromancy, right? Apparently, they use rituals like this when communicating with the dead. Even bringing corpses back to life –- full-on zombie action."

I winced, sensing Dr. Mason was uncomfortable and this topic wasn't my favorite. I could literally still hear Meg's voice ring in my ears as she told me about my father.

Dr. Mason agreed but looked at him like he was crazy. "Yeah. I mean, according to the legends. Now, what's all this about?"

"I think you know." Dean snapped.

"Dean." I tried but he cut me off.

"Look, I get it, okay? There are people who I would give anything to see again. But what gives you the right?" His voice was shaking and I could tell what this had been really been about.

"What are you talking about?"

"What's dead should stay dead!" Dean hollered, voice dripping with anger and grief.

"Stop it!" Sam yelled but he was the last person Dean was going to listen to.

"What you brought back isn't even your daughter anymore. These things are vicious, they're violent, they're so nasty they rot the ground around them."

"You're insane." Dr. Mason said picking up the phone to call the police. I got antsy, grabbing Dean's arm. "Get out of my house."

"I know you're hiding her somewhere. Where is she?" Dean yelled, knocking the phone from Dr. Mason's hands.

I noticed something across the room and I squeezed on Dean's arm. "Dean, stop, that's enough. Dean, look!" I pointed to the plants. "Beautiful, living plants."

Sam nodded to Dr. Mason, carefully making his way to the door as I pulled on Dean. "We're leaving."

Dr. Mason shook his head, picking up the phone with a trembling hand. "I'm calling the police."

"Sir, we're sorry. We won't bother you again." Sam said again and I pulled Dean out and we shut the door.

O0o0o0o0o

"What the hell's the matter with you, Dean?" Sam barked as we made our way to the Impala.

"Back off." Dean warned. With all the anger he was holding in his chest about the dreams I wouldn't have wanted to tip that scale but Sam didn't know that.

"That man is innocent! He didn't deserve that!"

Dean shrugged and it kind of made me the tiniest bit angry he was being so nonchalant about this. It reminded me of Gordon. "Okay, so, she's not here. Maybe he's keeping her somewhere else."

"Stop it! That's enough, okay? Enough!" Sam cut Dean off and I bumped into Dean, not realizing Sam had pit stopped him. "You're lucky this turned out to be a real case, 'cause if it wasn't, you would've just found something else to kill!"

"What?" Dean asked and I leaned my hand into his, giving it a squeeze.

"You're on edge, you're erratic. Except for when you're hunting, 'cause then you're downright scary. You're tail-spinning, man. And you refuse to talk about it and you won't let me help you!"

"I can take care of myself, thanks." Dean informed, letting my hand go.

"No, you can't." I said quietly, making him turn around. "You're the only one who thinks you should have to. You don't have to handle this on your own, Dean, no one can."

Dean eyed me, pissed I was taking Sam's side after what he had talked to me last night about. "You two bring up Dad's death one more time, I swear." I wasn't taking Sam's side. Sam was making a point and he was right. I was worried about Dean.

"Stop, please, Dean." Sam begged him. "It's killing you."

"You know what's killing me? You're inability to keep your eyes off my girlfriend." I froze. No way was he really going to have this conversation now. "So go head Sam, you wanna talk, we'll talk about that." Sam was quiet and I felt horrible this was happening in this situation. "Want to talk about the dreams you've had about her?" Dean spat. "Go head Sam. You were so chatty three minutes ago."

He was getting close to Sam's face but I didn't move, remembering that Dean had said he wasn't going to touch him. I prayed that was true. He made his point. He was done right?

"You look at her like that again…" Dean said slowly, Sam knowing the look he was talking about. "Swear to God you won't get a second chance to do it." He said softly; dangerously. "Understand?" Dean asked and Sam nodded meekly.

I cleared my throat as Dean pulled away from Sam. Sam looked at the ground and at everything but me. "We better get out of here before the cops come. We got a friggin' zombie running around, and we need to figure out how to kill it."

Sam scoffed. "Our lives are weird."

Dean shook his head as we headed to the car. "You're telling me. Come on."

They weren't fixed. But they weren't killing each other. I guess that's all I could ask for right now.

O0o0o0o0o

"So, if it's not the dad then who is it?" I asked from the backseat, laying down to relax.

Dean shrugged. "Well, from the journal it sounds like that Neil kid's harboring some kind of Duckie love for her…so…I don't know could be him."

If Duckie love didn't sound ironic to the three of us in this car I didn't know what would.

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean he brought her back from the dead." Sam argued.

"Hm, did I mention that he's Professor Mason's T.A.? Has access to all the same books." Dean asked and I shook my head no.

"Haven't these people ever seen zombie movies and know they always end badly?" I asked out loud and Sam and Dean exchanged a glance.

I guess not. Because if we could, we all knew who we'd bring back.

O0o0o0o0o

Dean knocked on Neil's door. Which was ironic since Sam was picking the lock. "Hello? Neil! It's your grief counselors, we've come to hug!" Dean yelled and I rolled my eyes as we walked in through the open door.

There was no response and Dean took out his gun. "Silver bullets?" I asked and Dean nodded.

"Yeah, enough to make her rattle like a change purse."

We walked around and I scoffed at all the dead plants around the house. If we would have been invited in for only a moment we would have known a hell of a lot sooner. We ended up near the basement and I looked at Dean.

"Down here?"

"Either that or that's where he stores the porn." He answered, noticing the huge lock attached to the door.

We headed down the stairs. "Sure looks like a zombie pen to me." I said, observing the bed thrown across the room.

Sam shook his head. "Yeah. An empty one. You think Angela's going after somebody?"

Dean scoffed, finding an open window. "No, I think she went out to rent Beaches."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Look, smartass, she might kill someone. We've gotta find her, Dean."

"All right, she clipped Matt because he was cheating, right?" I asked and Sam nodded, not following. "Well, it takes two to, you know…"

Dean smiled. "Have hardcore sex." He finished for me.

"Not the words I was going to use, but yeah."

"Right…and now that I think about it Angela's roommate seemed …broken up over Matt's death." Dean said, giving both of us a look. "I mean, like, really broken up."

So we headed over to the room mate to find Angela already there, trying to kill her with scissors. As soon as we wrenched her off she literally jumped out the window. Dean went to follow but he came back in saying she ran too fast for him to catch. The bullets basically did nothing so we didn't know what else to try.

Sam mentioned something about nailing Angela back to her grave. I grimaced. That sounded nice and painless. But how the hell were we even gonna lure her there? The thought turned on in my head like a light bulb. Of course; Neil.

But Dean was already on that track because we pulled up in front of the university.

"You know, I've heard of some people doing some pretty desperate things to get laid, but you? You take the cake." Dean said, approaching Neil who was at his desk.

"We know what you did. The ritual, everything." I said and Neil scoffed.

"You're crazy."

I exchanged glances with Dean and he leaned over the desk. "Your girlfriend's past her expiration date, and we're crazy? When someone's gone, they should stay gone. You don't mess with that kind of stuff."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Dean shook is head and angrily headed behind the desk to lift Neil up by his collar. "No more crap, Neil! Now, we can make this right, but you've gotta tell us where she is. Tell us!"

"My house. She's at my house." He answered, voice shaking. Dean let him go but then hesitated, seeing the dead plants around the office.

"You sure about that?" I asked him and Neil nodded at me.

Dean glanced past me and at a closet. I nodded at him, seeing what he wanted me to do since we knew the hell she was hear.

"Listen, it doesn't really matter where she is." I said, a little louder so Angela would hear. "There's only one way to stop her, and we've gotta perform another ritual over her grave to reverse the one that you did." We wanted her to know where we were going to be so she would show up to try and stop us. "She'll be dead again in a couple hours. I think you should come with us." Neil looked at me confused and Dean grunted.

"She's serious. Leave with us, right now." Neil shook his head no and Dean sighed, leaning down to whisper to him. "Listen to me. Get out of here as soon as you can. But most of all, be cool. No sudden movements. Don't make her mad."

He smiled at him half heartedly and took my hand as we turned to leave. He should have just left with us. I felt kind of guilty just leaving him there with a violent zombie. But Dean was right. What's dead should stay dead. He'd have to deal with his own consequences.

O0o0oo0o0

"You really think this is gonna work?" I asked pushing myself off the cemetery ground as I lit a candle.

Dean shook his head. "No, not really. But it was the only thing I could come up with."

We heard rustling in the trees and Sam stood, gripping his gun to go check it out. The zombie bait, ladies and gentlemen, will be played by none other than Sam Winchester. And I could tell Dean had no trouble offering him up as such. Sam disappeared into the woods and I heard a shot ring out a few moments later. I heard thumping and knew Sam was running back out of the woods with Angela following. She caught up with him however at the last moment and started choking him.

Dean didn't hesitate and shot her until she fell back into her grave. Dean slid in right after her, pinning her to the wood with a knife through her chest. I saw her eyes close and knew she was dead, this time for good.

"What's dead should stay dead." Dean muttered and I looked him sadly.

O0o0o0o0o

We spent the rest of the night burying Angela hoping the hell she rested in peace this time, for good.

"Why did we have to use me as bait?" Sam asked and I laughed, knowing that was coming.

"I figured you were more her type." Dean said. "She had pretty crappy taste in guys."

"I think she broke my hand." Sam said seriously and Dean chuckled.

"You're just too fragile." I joked and Sam smiled at me. But I could tell it wasn't like he used to do it. He was making sure he didn't get caught doing what he did before, even though I hadn't even realized it. But Dean did and I knew he was watching out for Sam and how he looked at me now.

"We'll get it looked at later." I said softly as we reached the car.

Dean was different when we got in the car. He was upset. I sat as close to him as I could as he drove and tried rubbing a gentle hand on his thigh but he wouldn't look at me. Finally, after an hour of driving and of driving me crazy with concern he pulled the car over, getting out to sit on the hood. I looked at Sam and he shrugged as he got out with me.

"Dean, what is it?" Sam asked as I sat next to Dean and Sam sat next to me.

"I'm sorry." Dean said quietly to Sam. "The way I've been acting…." He stopped and shook his head. "And for Dad. I mean, he was your dad, too. It's my fault he's gone."

"What are you talking about?" I asked him gently.

"I know everyone's been thinking it, so have I. Doesn't take a genius to figure it out. Back at the hospital, I had a full recovery. And it was a miracle. Then, five minutes later, Dad's dead and the Colt's gone."

Sam shook his head, trying to deny what was in his head all along. Hell, what was in mine back when Dean wasn't looking at me and obsessed with fixing his car. "Dean—"

"You can't tell me there's not a connection there. Dad's dead because of me. And that much I do know."

"We don't know that. Not for sure." I said gently, seeing tears pooling in his eyes. I wrapped an arm around his waist, squeezing him gently.

"You guys…and Dad –- you're the most important people in my life. And now…I never should have come back. It wasn't natural. I was dead. And I should have stayed dead." His voice broke and his bottom lipped quivered as tears broke down his face, shining against the sun. "You wanted to know how I was feeling." He said looking at Sam. "Well, that's it."

Sam had tears in his eyes and he nodded, understanding.

Dean sniffled. "So, tell me…what could you two possibly say to make that all right?"

He looked at me and Sam as tears streamed down his face. I brought him into a hug and he buried his head on my shoulder as he hugged me tightly, not wanting to let go. I felt his tears soak through my shirt as I held him.

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this took me alll day and night. it's 12:57 and i have to wake up at 6 for swim practice D: please review and tell me what you think! :) much apprcitated :D