On this Road forevermore

by civillove

Continuation of On the Road with the Winchesters: Season 2 :D

51. Chapter 51: Hollywood Babylon Part 3

i'm sorry this took SO long D: but hey, 40 pages worth :D :D :D

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Chapter 51: Hollywood Babylon Part 3

"You okay?" Dean whispered in my hair, maybe for the thousandth time since we started driving again. I guess I couldn't really complain, I had caused the million of questions with my sobbing and silence.

I think I had the Winchester brothers sit with me, curled in between their warm and strong embrace for at least ten minutes. Then, of course my luck, a police car came up beside the car. He was wondering if we were alright or needed a tow. Thank God Sam had pulled away and had gotten out of the car before he pulled up. The seemingly looking orgy of Sam, Dean and I hugging in the back seat would have needed to be explained. And I was just, so not in the mood for cops right now.

I wouldn't let go of Dean, and I think that fact worried my already over reacting boyfriend. I didn't want to let go of him, so thank God Sam was really working things out with the cop. Maybe a little luck was on our side. I heard him mention four month pregnant and panic attack, which could easily explain the car on the side of the road, Dean rocking me and the tear tracks that seemed to never go away on my face.

Finally the cop backed up to his car as Sam assured him I was fine and that we were just about to take off. He sped past us, those stupid red and blue lights shining in my face like he fucking owned the road. I shook my head and buried my face in Dean's jacket. I felt him sigh and push his hands into my back, rubbing soothingly as he leaned against the seat. He had been leaning against the window of the car door when he had first gotten in the car and it made me want to ask if that was bad for the glass. Like if it made it weak or something.

Sam took the drivers seat and revved the car, the familiar hum of the Impala along with the leather and cinnamon scents of Dean making me feel a bit calmer.

It seemed to take longer to reach the diner, was the Impala going the speed limit? It never felt like that when Dean was behind the wheel. But then again Sam was driving and I guess since we had just encountered a cop we weren't taking any chances.

I finally shook my head to Dean's question, like it took me twenty minutes to hear it. But luckily he wasn't pushing the answers out of me today. Sam pulled into the parking lot of the diner and turned the car off, sighing before he took the keys out and pocketed them. He then turned in his seat, I heard the sound of jeans squeaking against leather, and I knew he and Dean were looking at each other and then at me, my head still buried deep in the crook of Dean's arm.

"Andy, sweetie, we're here." Dean said calmly and ran a careful hand down my back, like he was afraid the slightest touch or word could make me cry again. I pulled my head from Dean's arm and looked up at him. He smiled slightly and kissed my nose, bringing his hand up to wipe across my cheeks. "You okay?"

I groaned and pulled back slightly from him. "You don't have to keep asking me that." I looked at both Sam and him and smiled slightly. "I'm fine, you worrywarts."

"Say that honestly and I'll stop asking." Dean responded and I sighed. Maybe the smiling had been too much.

"Okay, so I'm upset and frazzled. But if you keep asking I'm just going to start ignoring you." I can see I maybe insulted them a little so I backtracked. "I'm sorry, that dream just really frazzled me." I put a hand over my stomach. "Not to mention made me a little nauseas."

"Mind telling us what it was about?" Sam asked; his voice gentle and sturdy like he was afraid I'd cry from words too loud and harsh.

I nodded, trying to go back through my dream without really remembering every detail. That way I wouldn't freak the hell out of myself. But sadly it didn't work, and the fear that I was sure causing my nausea gripped my stomach again and I could hear my heart pound in my ears. Was it because I was afraid of the spirit or because I was feeling what she had felt at the time?

"Well, I remember there was this woman and she was running. A man was right on her heels yelling her name. It was…." I trailed off trying to think of what it was. I closed my eyes and thought back to the nightmare. I squeezed Dean's forearm as I did so, kind of like an anchor so I couldn't go too deep. Backtracking through visions that were nightmares always made me feel like I was going to dive back into them and I wouldn't be able to wake up from it.

"Get back here now, Madeline!" A man's voice screamed in my head, something sinister, dark, scary, evil and terrifying.

I shook my head. "Her name's Madeline. He was chasing her through the gas station." My voice crackled and I felt Dean's hand slide through my hair.

The man's eyes glistened black at the other end of the hallway, a menacing smile with a glimmer of a butcher knife in his hand. "Your baby."

I opened my eyes quickly and looked frantically at Dean. "The man had black eyes. How did I forget that?"

"Andy…" Dean tried but I cut him off.

There felt like there was some type of huge hole in my lungs and all of a sudden all the oxygen was rushing through it and I couldn't breathe. Was this what a panic attack felt like? I grabbed at my chest and bent at my waist, towering over Dean's thighs.

"Andy, its okay. The nightmare's over." Sam tried and I felt his hand on my back. "Just take deep breaths."

"No, its not…he was after her baby." I covered a hand over my mouth. "He…he…cut that baby out of her body."

No matter how badly I just wanted to keep the tears in and not look so goddamn worried and weak, I couldn't do it. The tears spilled over my lashes and I didn't wait for Dean to react. I pushed myself against him, just wanting his strong arms and scent to make it better. To get the fucking images of a woman running scared for her and her baby's life out of my head.

These visions were bullshit, that's all I could really say about them. When would it end? So now along with the visions about Dean and sometimes myself I'd have them about random spirits too? Be able to hear the screams and smell the copper in the blood. Be able to feel the knife digging into people's skin. I didn't sign up for this. I couldn't handle things like this.

Dean's hands ran over my back as I nearly hyperventilated against his chest. I put my hand on my stomach, like I was trying to make sure that there wasn't any blood anywhere. I felt sick and hot and I just wanted to lean against something cold. Dean's one hand came up behind my head and held me to him. He kept whispering things in my ear, trying to comfort and conceal his own worries.

"Andy, there's no need to panic, baby." Dean said soothingly. "Sam and I are here, nothing is going to happen. We just need to figure out where she's buried and this'll all be over with."

"Plus, it seems like she only makes you see what she wants you to see when we're near the gas station." I could feel Sam's hand on my back. It was warm, so Sam like. It felt good to have him rub my back while I leaned on Dean. I was over reacting right? This was just a spirit that could easily be taken care of? "We'll head another way back to the set."

"No," I pulled back and took a deep calming breath. The combination scents of leather, cinnamon and vanilla somehow gave me strength I didn't think I owned. "I'm just being dramatic, I'm sorry." I wiped my face with my hands.

"You're not being dramatic." Dean said with a roll of his eyes which only made me feel like I was. His one hand grazed through my hair. "The nightmare obviously scared you."

That was just my favorite understatement of the day. "If we don't find anything on her, driving past the gas station again might be a good thing. Maybe she'll let me see something else."

Dean shook his head. "No, we'll find something. I don't want you going through something like that again." I smiled and leaned into kiss his cheek. I guess he was right anyways. The spirit had already tried to show me something by pretending to slice my gut open. What's to say it won't be a permanent warning next time? I couldn't take that chance.

"I agree, it's too risky." Sam said and I turned to look at him.

"You have a plan?"

"Well, I mean, we have her name and a place and obviously what happened to her." I grimaced as I realized he was right. "It shouldn't be that hard to locate where her bones are."

"Alright, if you think you can find it on your laptop."

Sam smiled. "You know I can. You up for some food?"

"I don't know. That nightmare really upset my stomach…but I guess I can try and put down a milkshake or some fries."

Dean smiled and kissed my head. "That's my girl."

I smiled as I felt Dean's lips on my head, I always felt a little bit better when he did that.

"Alright, I'll grab my laptop and get us a table."

I nodded and watched Sam get out of the car. I glanced at Dean and gave him a small smile again and jumped a little as I heard the trunk close. I sighed, running a hand through my hair.

"I need to get a grip on myself."

Dean pulled me close to him for a moment and I didn't resist laying my head on his shoulder. My nose dipped into his neck and his skin warmed the insides of my nose like I was near an oven with cinnamon muffins in it.

"You don't need to do anything." He said calmly and an open palmed hand rubbed slowly on one of my thighs.

"My dad would definitely say I was being dramatic. I remember when I was nine I had a few nightmares about my mom and how she died." I chuckled bitterly. "He told me I was being dramatic."

"Well, if I remember correctly, the tears and shaking told me different."

"Isn't that—?"

"Listen Andy, first of all, those nightmares when you were little you have to remember what kind of situation your dad was in. He just lost his wife."

"But that didn't mean he had to ignore me."

Dean smiled. "He didn't, sweetheart. He sent me and Sam in to calm you down, remember?"

I looked at my hands and then nodded. Actually I did remember that, or part of it anyways. I remembered Sam and Dean coming into my room and holding me in that hug and telling me jokes and trying to get me to smile or at least stop crying. I guess I just never knew it was my dad who had sent them into me.

"Now, as for the other thing." He cupped a finger under my chin and lifted my head until I met his beautiful hazel eyes. "With all the years I've known you, I've never seen you cry unless you had to. You're a strong girl Andy, but I understand there are just some things that need to get of your chest and that's the way you do it." He smiled at me and gave me a soft kiss on my lips. "I never think you're being dramatic, or too chick flick…or whatever you're worried about." I smiled and rubbed my nose against his. "Good, you better be smiling. Otherwise I was going to leave you in this car while Sam and I ate."

"You'd bring me French Fries." I commented with a small laugh and Dean rolled his eyes.

"You know me too well." He grabbed my hand and opened the car door. "Come on."

I let Dean pull me out of the car and damn near run into the restaurant when he saw there was a sale on apple pie. I smiled and let him, although out of the corner of my eye I could swear I saw the glimmer of red hair. Like something was on fire. My spine shook and I felt goose bumps on my arms. But when I turned to check again, after Dean and I went inside and were looking for Sam, the glass windows that looked out into the parking lot didn't show what I thought I saw. I took a deep breath and followed Dean to the booth. This was the first time a spirit ever made me feel like I was going crazy.

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"What are you getting, Andy?" Sam asked, maybe the fourth time.

"Huh?" I looked towards the waiter that was standing impatiently with his notepad and hitting his pen against it. Had Sam and Dean ordered already? I didn't really want them know I was zoning out as much as I was. "Oh um…" I looked at the menu, which for some reason seemed to be in a different language I was zoning out so bad. My eyes glazed over it as quickly as I could. The guy, who had to be a seventeen year old, sighed edgily.

Dean glared at him. "Does the word 'tip' mean anything to you?"

The boy stood up straighter than necessary and didn't sigh again. Apparently it did. "Uhm, I'll have the two buttermilk pancakes please." I said quietly and pushed the menu towards him.

He jotted it down and gathered the menus, muttering sarcastically on how great my order was as he walked away.

"He's definitely not getting a tip." Dean commented sourly and I shrugged, leaning my shoulder against his.

"It's not a big deal. He's just a snot nosed kid who doesn't want to be working." I said and looked over at Sam, who was typing away on his computer.

I wanted to make small talk with him and Dean but I didn't want to interrupt him. The sooner he found something on that spirit the sooner I could feel a little bit more normal. I nearly laughed out of irony. Well, at least as normal as me and the Winchesters could get.

"What did you get to eat?" I asked, looking at Dean.

He was, for some reason, staring at the table. I mean, alright the blue and pink specks that were engraved in the paint of the white table were interesting to look at for a moment or two. But Dean was staring at it like he could break it in half with his mind.

"Dean?"

He looked up and smiled at me. "I heard you. I was thinking, sorry."

"I thought you broke your brain for a moment."

"Funny." He commented with a gentle poke to my ribs. I smiled as it tickled me and leaned farther on him. "You were really zoning out weren't you?"

I winced. "Sorry, were you saying stuff to me?"

"At first, then I just stopped when I realized you were just nodding your head every few moments."

Now I felt like a jerk. I was so focused on looking out the window and trying to see what I thought I saw before I came in here that I hadn't even realized Dean was talking to me, telling me jokes to make me smile. My stomach plummeted and I leaned close to him to give him a long kiss on his cheekbone.

"I'm sorry. I was…" He leaned his cheek against my face and his stubble brushed against my lips and chin. Should I tell him about the stupid hallucination? Maybe it wasn't worth mentioning. I didn't see it while I was staring out the window for at least ten minutes. It was just the product of my over reactive imagination and too much fear pumping itself through my blood after the nightmare. "I was actually thinking of more baby names."

Dean's face lit up with a smile that made my whole insides warm. I wasn't completely lying. I had been thinking about my baby after I couldn't spot the flaming red hair in the parking lot. God, maybe it had been a customer getting into their car. I hadn't even thought of that.

I wrapped my arms around Dean's waist and put my chin on his shoulder, kissing his jawbone. "Wanna hear the names?"

"Of course I do."

I saw Sam's head peek above his laptop out of the corner of my eye. It made me smile that Sam wanted to hear them too, I mean, he was going to be an uncle after all. It was like that finally sunk in too and it made butterflies, warm and excited, flap around my stomach.

"Okay, well, I was thinking girl today. So I came up with Nikki, Angela and Jenny."

Sam pushed his laptop aside as the rude kid came to our table with our drinks. He put two coffees down for Dean and Sam and then a hot chocolate for me. I grinned and I could feel Dean smile and rub a hand over my thigh. He must have ordered it for me while I was staring out the window. I still felt like a jerk for that. Maybe I should really tell them the reason behind it.

"I really like Jenny." Sam said with a smile as he handed Dean sugar and put some in his own mug. Or maybe I'd just let my delusions go and bring it up if and only if I thought I saw something again.

"Yeah me too." I said with a smile. "What about you Sam? As uncle you have a privilege for name ideas."

"I'm just an uncle." Sam said quietly. "Parents name the kid."

"You two are the most important people in my life." I said suddenly, making them both look at me. I took a small sip of my hot chocolate, deciding I should let it cool a little bit more. "I wouldn't be able to have this baby without you, so therefore, both of your opinions matter."

I could tell without looking up that I had made both of them smile. But I didn't want to embarrass them so I just kept looking at my hot chocolate. I felt Dean lean over and place a gentle kiss on my head and Sam just grinned as I looked up at him.

"Don't get an ego now, guys." I teased and Dean chuckled. "So any ideas?"

We talked on for ten minutes what Sam and Dean thought about names. Dean was on the girl's team today and Sam thought of boy's names. I was glad we could have a casual conversation about this. It felt good to share it with both of them. Sam brought up how we'd need to get a car seat and some type of folding crib that'd be easy to set up in motel rooms. I didn't mention how my stomach shifted uneasily at the thought that we wouldn't have a house with a baby room. Just motel rooms and long roads that never seemed to end. I wasn't sure if I wanted that for my kid. But maybe after a while, it might have been years but I could deal with that, we'd settle down somewhere or stay with Bobby. I knew he wouldn't mind. He'd damn well become an uncle as well.

Dean was mostly mentioning stuff like stuffed animals and toys, stuff for the baby to wear and play with. He was so cute like that. I put my hand to rest on the back of his neck and reached my fingers up to run through his hair. Although, I knew deep down he was just like a big kid.

"I'm gonna get this bear." Dean said suddenly and I smiled at him. "Not a Care Bear though." He shuddered and I let out a laugh. "Those things creep me the fuck out."

"Just a normal bear?" I asked.

"Well, the color of it might depend on whether it's a girl or boy." He smiled and I kissed his nose.

The rude kid decided that moment was the best time to bring us our food. He placed a cheeseburger down in front of Sam and a chicken sandwich down in front of Dean.

"Your pancakes will be done in a few minutes." He replied without looking at me and I nodded, even though he wouldn't have seen it as he walked away from the table without waiting for my reply.

"That kid is seriously unhappy to be here." I said, glancing over the booth and watching him head into the kitchen. "He might have poisoned our food." As I looked at Dean and Sam I laughed as they didn't stop devouring their food. Sam was one thing, he hadn't been eating little snacks from that huge table of food at Stage 9. I knew he had to be hungry. Dean was just ridiculous. But I couldn't help but smile at him as I watched him down a few French fries. "Which apparently doesn't bother you two."

Dean smiled at me and I gently brushed away random crumbs on his chin. "Gotta die sometime." He said as he swallowed. "And death by food seems like a good way to go."

Sam looked up from his plate and clicked something on his still open laptop. "A huge hamburger with a shot gun seriously popped into my head when you said that."

I rolled my eyes as Dean pictured it in his head too and laughed for a moment. I picked a fry off his plate and chewed on it thoughtfully, waiting for my pancakes.

"Does it take that long to flip pancakes?" I asked, annoyed as my stomach growled.

"I thought you weren't hungry." Dean said, smiling at me. I knew he was just trying to get a small rise out of me.

I glared at him and he smirked. So I took another French fry and put it in my mouth. Dean then glared at me and I smiled, taking a few more. "Well, I am now. And if he doesn't hurry up I'm going to eat all your fries."

Dean gently poked my side and I let out a giggle. "No, you're not." He glanced at the kitchen. "Here he comes now."

The rude kid approached our table and let out a sigh that was actually the statement, 'sorry for the wait'. This kid either needed a personality check or was having a bad day. I was willing to bet on both.

He put the plate down in front of me and I gasped, backing up from it. Well, as far back as I could in a booth. Blood was pooling around the porcelain plate and I let out a little yelp as the kid dropped the plate. It shattered and blood splashed all over me.

"Andy?" Dean asked.

I looked towards him and then towards the plate. It was completely normal. Not even in pieces. It was just a plate with two pancakes on it, butter and syrup in little cups on the side. I looked towards the kid and he was glancing at me confused. Or maybe that was irritated. I couldn't fucking tell with him. Not that I cared.

"What's wrong?" Dean asked, the kid waiting to see if he needed to take the plate away or something. Or maybe he was just curious to why I was freaking out over a plate of pancakes.

Sam was staring at me as well and I wanted to put my head in my hands and close my eyes so I wouldn't have to see all the eyes on me. "I…I hit my knee against that metal rod thing under the table. You know the thing that holds the table up?"

Sam and Dean glanced at each other, knowing that wasn't it. Knowing there was too much fear in my eyes for it to be that. I didn't care, I just needed that stupid kid to believe it and go away.

Luckily, he wasn't nice or caring or anything else that a normal person should be. He just rolled his eyes and went back to the kitchen. I scrunched my nose at the plate and pushed it away, trying to fight the bile rising in my throat as I remembered the smell of all the blood and the feeling of it against my skin and clothes.

"I think I'm going to be sick." I said, warning Dean. I put a hand over my stomach and pushed, swallowing thickly.

"Alright, come on. Let's get you to the bathroom." Dean slid out of the booth and pulled on my arm.

I tripped over my feet as Dean pulled on me and landed against his side. He put an arm around my waist and supported my weight. I think Sam would have followed if his laptop had been in the car. I could understand at not wanting to leave it alone at the table. It had all our information about evil things that John's journal didn't. It was almost like a continuation of John's journal. Granted, it was password protected but that didn't mean anything if someone stole it. We'd be worried about not having the information not losing the laptop.

"Dean." I moaned, telling him to let me go as we got to the doors of the bathroom. He pushed me through the doors and pulled me back all the way to the handicapped stall and closed the door behind him. He was lucky there were no other women in here when he did so. I was about to comment on how he didn't need to be in here with me but my stomach reacted to the memory of blood and lurched.

I heaved into the toilet, feeling Dean rubbing my back. I groaned, the sickly sweet taste burning my throat. I pulled back from the toilet and collapsed against Dean's legs. My stomach heaved again but it was empty. Embarrassing and painful tears rolled down my cheeks as I felt Dean kneel on the floor, pulling me against his chest.

"Better?" He asked gently, pushing wet hair from the sweat away from my face.

"No." I said and rubbed my face against his button down. "I feel disgusting and still nauseas."

"What happened out there?" Dean asked softly, leaning up to flush the toilet. "That was not hitting your knee off the table."

"I saw blood." I grimaced and closed my eyes. "Lots of it on my plate as he put it down. But after a moment, like seriously between looking at you and back at the table, it was gone."

"You think it had something to do with the spirit?"

"I guess so. What else could it be from? I mean that much blood…" I broke off, heaving dryly against him. I took a small shallow breath, thinking a deeper one would make me heave again. "Has only been centered on one thing today." I said quietly.

"Maybe we should figure this case out before the Stage 9 one."

"No, I'll be okay. I just need to stay close to you two." I rubbed my stomach. "And despite what my stomach wants I need to eat something."

"Can you stand?" Dean asked and I felt his hands linger near the back of my armpits to lift me if I couldn't. I just shook my head, jello filling the space where my bones should have been.

He gently pulled me up and leaned me against him as my legs remembered their jobs at holding my body up. I sighed and pushed my nose against his chest and he ran a hand down my hair.

"We probably shouldn't be in here too much longer…we wouldn't want an old lady coming in here and seeing you and whacking you with her cane."

Dean smirked. "Right cause that happens all the time."

"Probably would if you invaded woman's bathrooms more often." I crinkled my nose as I pulled it back from his shirt, the vile I had emptied was still strong smelling throughout the room. "God, I must smell disgusting."

Dean shook his head and kissed mine. "You smell fine, babe. When you start repelling flies, then worry about it."

I smiled and I wanted to kiss him, but I decided it was better to have some gum before I did that. "Thanks but I think you're a lair."

"No, seriously. You smell like oranges." He smiled faintly and leaned his nose towards my hair. "Which I find very soothing by the way."

It was funny that I felt the same way about how he smelled like cinnamon and that it calmed me. "You soothe me too…" I smiled and decided it was safe to kiss his chin. "In more ways than one."

Dean smirked. "You're gonna try and turn me on in a woman's bathroom?"

I pulled back and pushed the stall door open and glanced out. Still no one. I turned back and stuck my tongue out at him. "No, I'm done." I shrugged and headed out the door.

I could feel him roll his eyes. "You're a tease, Core."

I smiled and pushed the big door open and looked around the corner. "Ghost's clear, peeping Tom."

Dean pushed me and we headed back to the table, not seen coming out of the same bathroom but Sam who was apparently watching the door since we left. "Gotta a lot of nerve, girl. I followed you in to make sure you were gonna be okay."

I smiled and reached my hand back. He put his hand in mine and I squeezed him. "I know, thanks."

"What happened?" Sam asked urgently, nearly getting up out of his seat. I felt bad I had made him worry so badly. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I…saw blood." Sam winced and scrunched his eyes. "Like, I guess it was a hallucination but it was everywhere and I was just sick."

"Spirit made you see that?" Sam asked, hushing his voice. Which I thought was weird, no one was around to hear it other than me and Dean.

I nodded and slid into the booth across from Sam, Dean following me. The rude kid had taken my plate away, which I guess was a good thing. I didn't want to see those pancakes again.

"Can I order something else?" I asked Dean.

He put an arm over my shoulder and kissed my nose. "Of course you can."

"If that rude kid ever comes back…" I mumbled and then looked at Sam. "So did you find anything on Madeline?"

"Yeah, I turned up a few newspaper articles." He squinted his eyes at the screen and started reading off one of them. "'Madeline Swan was found dead in a local gas station bathroom. Her…" He hesitated and looked at me.

I knew what he was waiting for. "I'm fine Sam, I've already seen half of it unfortunately."

Sam nodded but it looked like he didn't want to continue. "Her stomach was torn open by three slashes across the stomach, newborn baby pulled and gone. It mentions a few things like broken glass and a little more on how she was found but I think you get the gist." He scanned through the rest of it. "It says that the perpetrator wasn't found."

"Well, I mean, he had black eyes. I'm sure he disappeared with the baby." I shuddered at the thought of that baby in a demon's hands and I felt Dean squeeze me to him, rubbing my arm.

"Something else I can get you?" A girl, probably not much older than seventeen was now at our table. She had a bright smile on her face and for some reason it made me feel better that rude kid wasn't taking my order.

"Oh, and I was starting to like the pleasant boy." I commented wryly, taking the menu from the girl.

She smiled. "Who? Robby?" She looked towards the back like she wanted to make sure he wasn't there. "Yeah, he needs a serious attitude adjustment."

Sam smirked and clicked on another link on his laptop. I scanned the menu again and my stomach waved uneasily. "Yeah, can I get just a plate of fries?"

"That's all you're gonna eat?" Dean asked, turning his head towards me.

"I think that's all I can stomach, babe."

Dean sighed and ran a hand through my hair. "Alright."

I handed the girl back the menu and she took it. "Plate of fries then?"

"And a chocolate milkshake, please?"

I smiled at Dean and nodded at the girl. She smiled and jotted it down, heading back to the kitchen. "I like her so much more."

"It says that Madeline was buried at Stars Cemetery."

For some reason that caused Dean's face to light up. "That's where all the famous people are buried."

"Normal people were buried there too Dean." I said quietly, playing with a hole in my jeans around the knee.

"I'm just saying we can buy a map." He grinned. "This is Los Angeles after all. We can find where Johnny Ramone's buried."

I rolled my eyes and Sam smirked. "We gonna dig him up too?"

Dean poked me in my side and smiled as he did it again. "Bite your tongue, heathen!"

I pushed him and pecked his lips. "You're such a dork."

"I think we should figure out what kind of spooks are haunting Stage 9 first." Sam said suddenly and then quieted down when he saw our waitress come out of the kitchen. "That way we can get them all at once. You know, two ghosts with one bag of salt."

"That's a horrible analogy."

Sam smiled slowly at me. "I try, okay?"

"Okay," The waitress said as she approached the table. "One plate of fries and a chocolate milkshake."

I couldn't stop the small intake of breath as she set the plate down. But luckily it was just a batch if amazing looking French fries. I let out a small sigh and I knew Dean saw me visibly relax.

"Will that be all?" She asked politely and I smiled at her.

"Yes, thank you."

"French fries okay?" Dean asked as she walked away. "They're not spouting three heads and trying to bite you?"

I glared at him and he smiled slowly as I reached for the ketchup.

"I'll try and hurry up so we can get back to set." I said, eating a French fry experimentally. I didn't want my stomach to react violently with it. My stomach seemed okay after a few moments, actually, it was growling for more. I shoved down a few more and smiled.

"It's okay, take your time." Dean said, running a hand down my back as I leaned foreword and took a French fry with his other hand.

"Yeah, we don't need you spilling all that back out in the car." Sam commented with a smile. I didn't think it was funny.

I frowned and looked at the table as I took a sip of the milkshake. "I'm glad you two seem to think a spirit making me see blood and nearly throwing up on Dean to be funny."

"Andy…" Dean tried but my frown deepened. I resisted smiling; these two were so easy to play sometimes. They were like their father that way. I remembered when I was little my big frowns used to get me extra TV time and I didn't have to go to bed as early. That was before I was fifteen however.

I could see Dean and Sam exchanged a small glance. "Come on, we were just fooling around."

I looked up at them and then smiled. "You know I was totally fooling you two, right?" Dean smirked and Sam rolled his eyes. My smile turned to a grin. I then shook my head and pushed the empty plate away. "Why the hell do I stick around you two?" I asked jokingly.

Sam packed up his laptop and Dean bumped his leg against mine. They both smiled at me. "Because you love us, of course."

I smiled at Dean and Sam. Of course that was the reason.

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We headed back to the set after the diner. Although it took us longer to get there because we had to go a different route. I kept telling those Winchesters that it was fine to drive by the gas station. After all, what could be worse than having another vision or seeing blood again? It didn't seem like such a big deal. But Dean wouldn't hear it. I was wondering whether he was more worried about me or the fact that if I saw blood again there was a chance I'd throw up in his car.

"I wouldn't throw up in your car Dean." I said calmly, hoping not to spark anything that resembled a fight as he pulled into a parking lot.

"You know that's not what I was worried about." Dean answered back just as calmly as he got out of the car. He shut the door and rounded it as I got out Sam's side. Sam shut his door after me and we stood for a moment, wondering if we should grab and EMF. "That spirit obviously doesn't mind getting its point across any way it can. I don't want you getting hurt, for real this time, it's only a matter of time before the spirit stops with the hallucinations and goes in for the real deal."

I shuddered and shook my head. "Thanks Dean." I said quietly, but he was right. It really was only a matter of time. We had no proof that the spirit would just keep up with hallucinations. It seemed pretty violent with those so if it could, I'm guessing it would go for the real deal.

Dean wrapped an arm around my waist as I came to stand at the trunk. Sam opened it and threw open the weapons box. I felt Dean's lips trace a small line across my head and then he pecked my cheek.

"Grab the EMFs." Dean told Sam and Sam fished around the box looking for them.

"We have to reorganize that thing." I mentioned quietly and Sam nodded.

"Not to mention a lot of this stuff needs cleaned." He found the EMFs and handed Dean one and Sam took the other. Look's like I was paring with Dean on this on, but it's not like that bothered me.

"We'll do it sometime this week." Dean said; annoyed. You could tell he definitely didn't want to do it.

"You guys don't have to help or anything. I mean, we could clean together but I can reorganize it."

"I'm annoyed that we have to do it but I don't want you trying to shove things where they don't fit." I glared at Dean and he smiled as Sam shut the trunk.

We started walking towards the set. "I've never tried to do that."

Sam snorted. "You don't remember your dad's car?"

"That trunk was small!"

"Same size as the Impala, babe."

"When did you measure it?" I snapped but Dean just smiled, refusing to see my anger as actual anger. Sometimes I wished he didn't think I was so cute when I was starting have a tantrum. Although maybe he just knew I wasn't so upset, that I was just annoyed and that's why he was smiling. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

"I remember you tried to fit all the duffels, and we each had one back when John and your dad were with us, the weapons and two bags of salt in one car." I blushed heavily and looked at my feet. "Even though we had two cars to spread it out the stuff." Sam chuckled. "The two bags of salt got punctured."

"My dad was so mad." I said quietly and I felt Dean place a hand on my back. "But I was only eleven if either of you remember. I had no concept of space and fitting things into spaces."

"And you do now?" Dean quipped and I elbowed him.

"Is this pick on Andy day?" I asked, frowning again.

Sam smiled and Dean kissed my head. I just rolled my eyes at the two of them as we entered the set. Of course I knew both of the answers in their head; 'Every day is pick on Andy day'. Stupid boys and picking on the only girl, it's like we were all in single digits again.

"Andy."

I looked to my left and saw Oliver approaching me. He was still downing the same form fitting clothes and he was just as handsome as I had remembered him being in the parking lot. His smile was breathtaking and his teeth were perfect. He then turned his head slightly and listened to something that was coming from his big headphones. For some reason I completely forgot he was a PA.

He scanned the room. "That's a cut!" He yelled and a bell rung and suddenly everyone was loud and talking again, moving around to get their jobs done before the next scene was shot.

I looked behind Oliver at an angry man stalking towards him. The man was angrily looking down at his sheet and wasn't watching where he was going. I reached for Oliver's arm, not really thinking about it and pulled him aside so the guy wouldn't barrel into him.

"Oh thanks." I could feel without even looking at Dean that he was not happy about me touching Oliver's arm, so I let go and put my hands in my pockets. Well, I wasn't just going to let an angry man run Oliver over. Sue me. "He's been real testy today."

"Who is that?" Sam asked, turning to see the man continue on like he had been, not caring where he was going or who he was walking into.

"That's Walter. He's one of the writers. The directors aren't real happy with what he's been doing, they don't get his script." He cleared his throat and took down his headphones to rest them around his neck. "They said one comment and he flipped. Not to mention one of the directors, Brad, hung himself a few hours ago."

I gaped. "And they're still filming? What about a crime scene or police?"

"Powerful Hollywood directors and producers." Oliver said and he sounded disgusted. "They have a way in making things go away. Plus, I think they ruled it out as suicide. I mean, Brad crashed through the set with rope around his neck. What else could it be?"

"Wow." Sam mused.

Dean seemed like he was only focused on the angry PA guy. "What'd they say to Walter?" Dean asked. His voice wasn't as gruff as I thought it would be, but I stepped back regardless grabbing his hand and squeezing it.

"They said that salt doesn't make sense when repelling a spirit." He smirked and I couldn't help but smile. But it was for the comment he made, not because of his mouth.

"Right," I commented dryly. "Why the hell would that work?"

He shrugged. "Well, I mean, those spirit urban legends, ya know? Salt, just like iron, is a spirit deterrent." He smiled again. "Or so they say."

It kind of amazed me that he knew that. I mean, sure, any person could reach the same information about spirits. But I didn't know many that just knew that on file in their brain other than hunters. But I didn't think Oliver was a hunter, not by a long shot. But he seemed really easy with the fact that spirits could be deterred by iron and salt so it made me wonder if he believed in stuff like that.

"Well, we better get to work." Dean said suddenly and tried to pull away from me. I held his hand tightly so he couldn't walk away without pulling me with him. He wasn't walking away mad, besides I had to stay with him. He and I were sharing an EMF and I didn't want to be alone when the whole spirit of a dead woman was trying to make me see things. Although, if Dean wanted to be mad he could be. I would just have to go with Sam.

"Oh, alright." Oliver was disappointed. Anyone, and I winced when I realized Sam and Dean could notice it too, could see that. "I'll come and see how you're doing later. Just find me if you need help with anything."

He was just trying to be nice, but the growl building within Dean's chest was saying different. I smiled slightly and nodded. "Thanks, Oliver."

He took off to the right and put his headphones back on his head, nearly running into a bunch of people but avoiding them successfully. I turned to Dean and saw he was glowering after him.

"Hey." I said and he slowly looked at me. "You can't be mad at me."

Dean glared. "Yes, I can."

"I'm gonna head down to where makeup is and near the stairs." Sam told us but neither of us answered him. "Call me if you find anything." He took off, not wanting to hear what Dean and I were going to say. Either it was going to be yelling or kissing and making up. Knowing Sam, he didn't want to experience any more than he had too. But then again I didn't know why he was so damn squeamish to get away all of a sudden. He heard us have sex before for Christ's sake.

"For what? For pulling him out of the way before Walter ran him over? Come on, Dean."

"It's not like no one has ever been bumped into." He wasn't looking at me when I spoke and I thought of this a different way. Why try and fight with Dean when I could just go along with him and he wouldn't be mad anymore? Plus, it wasn't a fight where I really wanted to stand my ground and stick up for my actions. I just wanted to him to look at me and smile that adorable grin of his.

"You know, you're right Dean." He slowly looked at me and raised his one eyebrow, waiting for me to continue my point. "I should have really just let Walter run into him. Because I was standing right in front of him and all that would have happened was Oliver would have ran into me." I rolled my eyes and began to walk away from me, in the direction Oliver went.

Dean grabbed my arm and pulled me back against his chest, squeezing me tightly and kissing the back of my head. "You made your point."

"You can't get mad at me that easily." I complained. "I don't get mad at you."

"That's because I'm too cute to get mad at." He said and I could feel his grin against the back of my head. I just rolled my eyes. "Besides, you don't need to get angry. You get so jealous your face turns purple."

"I do not!"

"Wanna bet on that?"

I frowned as he let go of me, heading to a table with a perky thin blonde behind it. She was organizing clip boards and headphones, I'm guessing it was like ground central for PA's. He smiled at her and I could feel slow angry butterflies erupt in my stomach as she grinned back, handing Dean a clipboard. Dean said something and the girl laughed. I felt my cheeks blotch red and I looked at the floor as Dean came back over to me. I crossed my arms over my chest and he smiled, kissing my nose.

I shook my head, trying to rid the excited feeling he gave me when his lips touched any part of my skin. "What you don't understand is that there's no need to be jealous, Andy." I smiled slightly. "No one compares to you."

I ran a hand down his chest, playing with one of the buttons on his shirt. "Yeah, well, you should follow your own advice." I mentioned quietly. "No one even comes close."

He smiled, genuinely touched by my words. It kind of worried me that it looked like realization played over his face. He didn't already know that there was no one better than him? That I had made my choice and I wouldn't change it for anything. I loved him, he knew that right?

"But you knew that right?"

He smiled, hooking his one arm around my waist. "Yeah, although it's nice to be reminded every once in a while."

I poked his chest and smiled. "Consider yourself reminded, Dean Winchester."

He grinned and pecked my lips. "Yeah, you too." He pulled the EMF from his pocket and switched it on, the reader not even moving. "Alright, let's see if we can find ourselves a spirit."

O0o0o00o0o0

"You've been quiet." Dean commented, pulling me beside him as we walked around the set.

"Sorry." I shrugged. "I'm kind of tired. That whole thing with the blood must have taken more out of me than I thought."

Dean leaned in close and kissed my neck, I sighed against his lips. The last hour we'd been looking and scanning the whole place. We'd get some readings every now and then but weren't sure if it was a spirit or some kind of electric energy. There was a lot of power cords and lights and a lot of other electric things lying about.

"You don't need to apologize." He said softly and rubbed my back for a moment, his hot breath pushing against my neck. It nearly made me shiver.

I leaned my head up and kissed his cheek, trailing my nose down till it hit his neck. I just wanted to close my eyes and sleep. His arm was around my waist, holding me up as it was. If I closed my eyes too long, with the combination of Dean being warm and smelling so good, I'd be asleep in the matter of seconds. So I tried focusing on staying awake.

I felt Dean tense beside me and I turned to look at him, wondering if he was alright. I was about to say his name when he stopped and I saw him looking straight ahead. I turned and saw Oliver seeing us and walking over, a small smile decorating his handsome features. Come on Dean, claws retracted. I put an arm around Dean's waist and squeezed. Hadn't we just had a conversation about this?

"Hey guys." He smiled and came to a stop in front of us. "How's your day going?"

"Fine." Dean replied shortly, but there was surprisingly no edge in his voice. It was calm. You had to know Dean to tell that he was trying not to sound irritated.

I smiled slightly, entertained by Dean's tone. "Yeah, we're fine. Dean, here, is a bit tired as you can tell." I squeezed his waist, trying to tell him to relax and to remember the conversation. I felt his spine relax a little bit and he cleared his throat.

Oliver smiled. "First week is always the hardest." He assured Dean. "Where's the other guy who was with you, Sam?"

"Oh he's around. He had another job to do."

"Because there's this thing that just happened to the sound system we were reviewing like ten minutes ago. You should hear it, it's really eerie."

I glanced at Dean. "Eerie as in…how?"

"I don't know, maybe it's just me." He chuckled and rubbed the back of his head. It reminded me of something Dean would do. "It just sounds like a bunch of crackling I guess, like a broken frequency on a radio or something."

"It wouldn't happen to be during the sound check for when Brad took the dive, would it?" Dean asked casually but it wasn't casual enough. Oliver scrunched his eyebrows.

"Yeah, how'd you guess that?"

"Just a guess, Oliver." I replied, maybe more sweetly than I should have. I kind of just wanted him to back up and go away but then felt bad about it. He was nice.

I think he sensed it because he nodded and frowned. I wanted to backtrack; to try and say something that made me feel like I wasn't offending him somehow but he ended up smiling once and then saying he had stuff to do. He headed past us and I felt Dean sigh.

I turned slightly and I saw Oliver turn at the same time to look at me. He smiled once and then didn't look back again as he continued foreword.

"EVP." Dean mentioned quietly and I nodded, turning towards him. "So for some reason, it's a legit haunting now." He sounded agitated, like he was beginning to get one of those case related headaches. I kissed his temple and he smiled thankfully.

"Well, who's the ghost? What's it want?" I groaned. "I totally forgot we had my ghostie to deal with."

Dean waved it off. "We should find Sam. We'll worry about Madeline later."

"Yeah, I guess it's just a matter if she leaves me alone."

"Well you've been with me all day and nothing else has happened."

I nearly stomped my foot but didn't want to start some sort of tantrum in a crowded room. I really must have been tired. "So?" I couldn't keep the irritation out of my voice though and Dean raised his eyebrows. "I was with you two at the diner and saw enough blood to fill a damn body. It must not matter who I'm with. I just want it to be over with."

Dean ran a hand down my hair and pulled me against his chest. I rested my head against his heart and listened to the gentle thumps. I closed my eyes and sighed deeply, listening to his voice vibrate in his chest as he started talking. "It'll be over soon, I promise. Let's just get Sam and we'll watch Brad's death scene if we can get a copy. See if there's any clues there. Then we'll head straight for the cemetery, okay?"

I swallowed and nodded. I didn't want to pull my face back from him. He was safe and warm and his heart beats soothed the butterflies in my anxious stomach. But I had to look at him to say this.

"I may be able to get a copy off of Oliver." It was amazing to me that I could feel the growl build in his chest. "Come on, I won't even flash him." I smiled but Dean thought that was far from funny.

"I'm not laughing." He said dryly.

"I'm kidding. You better smile for me or I'll be mad at you." I warned him and he shook his head, forcing a small smile on his face. I smiled too and let out a little smirk, which made his smile become more genuine. I pecked his cheek. "Thank you. Now you go find Sam, I'll get that tape."

I turned to head in the direction Oliver had gone in but Dean grabbed my arm, turning me back around. Before I knew what was going on he crashed his lips against mine, hungrily assaulting his tongue into my mouth. My knees felt like jello, my lungs weren't getting enough air and those butterflies were beginning to feel hostile and panicky. They were bouncing against my stomach like crazy.

He pulled back with a smug smile on his face, like he knew exactly what he did to me and was proud of it. I felt dazed. "Wha…" I shook my head. "What was that for?"

"Just a little reminder." He leaned in and blew against my neck, kissing just below my ear. "For you to think about when you're talking to Oliver."

I giggled and pushed his chest and he stumbled back a second. "You're a tease."

"Takes one to know one." Dean commented and I smiled, rolling my eyes.

"Why don't you see if you can get Tara to let us use her trailer for the tape?"

Dean shrugged. "Okay, I'll see you in a few." He looked around for a moment, like he was trying to remember where he had last seen her.

"Hey," I grabbed his attention again. "Love you."

He smiled. "Love you too."

I nodded and headed towards Oliver. That's all I needed to hear to quell the annoying stab in my gut when I said he should go look for Tara.

O0o0o0o0o

So I finally found Oliver in the sea of people. He was handing out bagels and coffees. He smiled when he saw me and I felt guilt shoot into my stomach all over again. Why did this guy have a smile that did that? I didn't even have to try hard to ask, I mentioned it once and he handed it right over to me. He told me they were called 'dailies' and one of that actors kept giving them to him to thank him for the coffee runs. I felt bad taking it from him but he waved me off saying it wasn't that big of a deal. But the small smiles and the kind gestures just proved that he liked me, or something close to that. I thanked him a few times and promised I'd give it back after I was finished.

I walked away before he could bring up Dean and I would have to mention again that he was my boyfriend and that I loved him. I, for some reason beyond me, didn't want to crush this guy's feelings. Not purposely anyways. Why didn't he have a girlfriend, or God, a wife? He was handsome, had a decent job, wicked smile and he looked like the type of person who'd smell really good if you wanted to cuddle up with them. Just like Dean did when I laid next to him in bed. He smelled so good. So comforting. It was something that'd be embedded in me forever.

I headed towards the trailers, wondering if Dean had managed to get the one off of Tara. I saw Sam standing outside one of them with his hands his pockets and I smiled as I approached him.

"Hey, where's Dean?"

"Just headed inside."

"I'm surprised he got the trailer. Wonder if he had to pull his pants down for it." Sam smirked and I rolled my eyes as he headed up the stairs and opened the little door for me.

Trailers always reminded me of big sardine cans. I have no idea why. It definitely didn't smell like a fish can in here. Geez, not even close. And the room was definitely nothing compared to being stacked close together like sardines in a small metal box. It was a huge trailer, compared to what the outside looked like. It had white carpet and a huge leather couch Dean was sitting on. He smiled at me as I gaped at the other pieces of furniture and the huge TV we'd be playing the tape on.

"Bet you the bed's just as nice." He said to me with a wink. I giggled and headed over to him and he pulled me on his lap. I twisted and folded my legs underneath myself and sat comfortably on him.

"Think Tara will let us use that too?" I quipped.

Dean shook his head. "You wouldn't believe how hard it is to get something off of someone when you're not using charm. God, took me forever just to get her to say yes."

"That's because you weren't offering her anything." I raised my eyebrows and placed a hand on his belt and trailed my fingers over his crotch, feeling his hard skin come to life.

Dean smirked as Sam came closer to the couch. I handed him the disc to put in the DVD player underneath the TV. "Well, I figured you'd be pissed if I did that."

I shifted my knee against his groin and his breath stifled for a moment. "Oh, I would be."

"I highly doubt Tara would let you two have sex on her bed." Sam said suddenly, like he had only heard that one question and tuned out. So why answer that?

I smirked. "Thanks for the input Sam." I threw a pillow at his head and I could see his smile in the reflection of the black TV screen.

"How'd you get the disc from Oliver?" Dean asked as Sam grabbed the remote and sat next to us.

What? Was he fishing for how I had to take my pants down or something? "I just asked for it."

Sam smirked and pressed play. "He so has the hots for you, Andy."

I looked down at my hands while Dean tightened his arm around me protectively. "Yeah, thanks for the reminder Sam." He commented and I shifted back against him and watched the screen, refusing to comment on it.

We were ten minutes into the clip before I saw something, right after Brad showed up with his breaking through the set ceiling debut.

"Wait, Sam, pause."

He did so and I glanced behind Brad and shook my head. "What is it?" Dean asked.

"Wait, rewind a few seconds. I swear I saw something just behind Brad." Sam rewound a few moments and pressed play again. I watched intently for the same white flicker. As soon as I saw it I spoke up quickly, knowing it only stayed on the screen for a few seconds, and Sam paused it.

"There." There was a woman, who looked like an extra from a forties mob movie, was standing behind Brad. "See the woman?"

Sam and Dean leaned forward and squinted at the screen. Dean scoffed. "I'll be God damned. It's like Three Men and a Baby all over again." Sam and I looked at him confused and he sighed. "Selleck, Danson, and Guttenberg. And…I don't know who played the baby…"

"What's your point, babe?" I cut him off before he annoyed Sam.

"There's a scene in the movie where people say that the camera caught a ghost on film. Apparently, in the background of one of the scenes, there was this boy that nobody remembers from set. Spirit photography." He explained and I looked at the screen.

"It's…kind of cool actually." I said softly and shrugged.

Dean ruffled my hair. "You're the only one I know who would think that's cool. With all the stuff we've seen, you pick that?"

"All the other stuff has tried to kill me on more than one occasion." I pointed out a bit miffed and Dean winced, pulling me close to him.

"Yeah, true."

Sam stared at the screen. "I've seen her before. I've got get my laptop, I'll be right back."

I watched him head out the trailer and I pressed stop on the DVD, the ghost in the background making me feel a little creeped out. I started to get up off of Dean but he pulled me back down, so quick that I actually gasped and had no time to escape. Right. Like I wanted to. My legs were straddled on both sides of his and he had a hungry look in his beautiful hazel eyes and I knew exactly what he wanted to do.

I smiled slowly, inching up on him. I sat back down and felt something hard press against my hot core. I let out a slow breath, closing my eyes. I began to rock on him and he hissed, pulling my lips down on his. My rocking increased and I gripped his shoulders, pulling that leather jacket off his arms. He let it slip down and then his hands gripped my waist, pushing me down on him making me grind harder into his groin.

"Dean, we don't have time for this."

"We have more time than you think." He nearly panted and he let me go to undo his pants. "I talked to Tara and she said it's nearly impossible to leave set for the scenes she's doing today. She's nearly in all of them."

"Breaks?" Why was I questioning it? I was undoing my pants too.

"Not until an hour from now."

"Sam?"

"Car's parked at least fifteen goddamn minutes away. Stop making up questions." I smiled and hurriedly slid my jeans down. I had to take them damn near off, to slide back on him again. He was already out of his pants, his head back on the leather couch.

He ran his on hand over his length and moaned. I playfully smacked his hand away, replacing it with my own but not moving it. "Unless you'd rather be alone."

He smiled, leaning up to gently kissed my lips. "No, I want you."

Dean pulled me into another kiss and I slid him into me. It took me a moment to adjust, not to mention my heart was beating erratically in my ears. The combination of Dean, the trailer and the fact that we might get caught sped my blood up. It was exciting.

"Well, at least we can add Hollywood trailer to list of places we've done it in." I smirked and Dean affectionately kissed my neck.

His hands dug into my thighs and I moaned, feeling him shift and suddenly push farther into me. "I feel like we haven't done this in forever." He said quietly. "I've missed you." I frowned and stopped moving. He nearly groaned but then stopped when he saw my face. "What's wrong? I'm not hurting you am I?" Not physically, but emotionally wasn't his fault.

"In a few months, we won't be able to do this anymore." I said quietly.

"Hey," Dean said and tenderly cupped my face. "It's okay."

"Is it?" I asked dryly. "I mean, I know you…"

"If you think that's gonna change the way I feel about you," He laughed. "You're crazy, sweetheart."

That's not exactly what I thought but I didn't exactly want to bring up that there was this little voice in the back of my head that thought he'd go out and find someone just to scratch his itch. It hurt me to say it but I knew if I hurt him with it I was wrong. But I didn't want to hurt him.

"I know what you're thinking." He said suddenly and he shook his head. He seemed angry but his eyes were soft. "I'd never do that. Ever. I don't care how long I would have to wait."

I swallowed and looked at my hands. "I'm sorry I thought that."

"Besides, it's called quickies for a reason…" He smiled playfully and I felt a small smile tug my lips. He pushed a lock of hair behind my ear. "You know I'd never do that to you. I love you." He said softly and I pushed my lips against his, moving fast and hard on him. He groaned against my lips and pulled my chest against his.

I moved up and down, gently grinding my pelvis into his. I moaned too, feeling him slide in and out. I had missed him too.

"We're so gonna get caught." My voice was strained. I was too close to be talking. If he moved a certain way again I'd be done.

I think he knew that, felt my body tense or something. He avoided that spot on purpose until he responded. "Isn't that the exciting part? Besides, how often are we gonna have to do it on a couch in a Hollywood trailer?" He grinned and I rolled my eyes.

I reached down between us and gripped a certain part of him, just below his length. He nearly screamed and he put his head on my shoulder, whimpering beautifully.

"I didn't know that was so sensitive." I commented with a smile and stroked the area softly.

"Yeah," He replied, still short of breath. He leaned his head up and licked his lower lip, which was slightly red from him biting it. "Me neither."

He suddenly jerked up into me and I grabbed his shoulders as he hit that spot. I let out a moan and Dean placed a hand over my mouth, knowing what was coming. He started to rock again but this time he hit that spot every time he moved and it felt like there was a wild fire burning inside me. I screamed against his hand, glad he muffled it. It sounded loud to my ears, I couldn't imagine what it would have sounded like if he hadn't of done that.

I whimpered against his hand collapsed on his chest, body shaking and chest heaving. He ran a hand over my back. "You good?"

I nodded and swallowed. "One second…"

Dean smirked, pulling out. "We may not have many seconds left."

I pulled off of him dazedly and reached for my pants. My hands were shaking as I got them back on. "Wait, what about you?"

Dean smiled and kissed my head as he put himself back where he belonged and zipped up. "Rain check? Seeing you like that was payment enough."

I rolled my eyes and then closed them, still panting a bit heavy even though the orgasm was a few minutes ago. I guessed it was just the after waves that were taking it out of me.

"Tired, baby?" His arm swooped under my waist and pulled me onto his chest. I didn't open my eyes. I adjusted myself on his chest and pushed my face into him.

"Yeah." I muttered.

I felt him lean up and take his jacket out from behind him and placed it over my shoulders. He kissed my head and ran his fingers through my hair. His chest pushed my upper body up and down and if it wouldn't have been for Sam coming back through the door of the trailer I would have fallen asleep.

"Hey, sorry it took so long. I forgot where we parked."

"It's okay." Dean said and then smirked. I smiled too at the inside joke which I'm sure Sam ignored for good reason.

"Is she alright?"

Dean answered before I could. "Yeah, she's just tired. Long day and such." I nodded and rubbed my face against him. "What did you find out?"

I could hear Sam open his laptop, click the mouse and turn it. Dean leaned up slightly but not enough to bother me. I already knew what she looked like dead, I didn't need alive too. She probably looked around the same. Beautiful, young, less white and dead. Easy as that.

"Elise Drummond," Sam introduced. "Starlet back in the thirties. Had an affair with a studio exec. He uses her up, fires her, and leaves her destitute, so Elise hangs herself from Stage 9's rafters, right into a scene they're shooting."

I grimaced. "Just like Brad." I said sleepily. "So, what, she's got it in for the studio brass?"

I saw Sam shrug as I slowly opened my tired eyes. "Possibly. I mean, it's a motive. And Brad's death matches hers exactly."

"We're digging tonight, aren't we?" I asked with a grimace.

Dean nodded. "After you get some sleep. Come on." I forced myself to stand, my legs still shaky from things with Dean. He wrapped a strong arm around my waist so I wouldn't tumble into any furniture or anything. "Well head back to the motel and get some sleep and then we'll head out later tonight."

My eyes were trying to stay open as we were walking to the car. He definitely wouldn't have to force me to sleep once we got in bed.

O0o0o0o0o0

We slept a good four or five hours, which I was grateful for. I had been extremely out of it when we finally made it back to the motel. I crawled in bed, Dean having to pull me back out to get my jeans off, and then snuggled up to him when he laid down. I was out as soon as I rested my head against him. It took no effort and I slept amazingly well. I guess being exhausted for an amount of time might do that to you. Getting up was just as hard, however. Especially if you had both Winchesters bitching in your ear. Okay, fine, just because you can get up easily after sleeping for five hours doesn't mean you have to yell at me. Dean apologized after I had locked him out of the bathroom but I didn't hear one from Sam.

I dressed warmly and tried finding my boots to put on since we'd be walking through dirt and mud. My converses were looking a little shabby and I didn't think they'd make another midnight grave run. Plus my boots were warmer.

"You still mad at me?" Sam asked me as Dean pulled into the cemetery. He parked the car along a set of three graves, not far from the gate but far enough that you couldn't see the car if you were driving past.

He turned in his seat and offered me a smile and I rolled my eyes. "Yes." I muttered and got out of the car.

"You're pretty cranky for someone who got five hours sleep." Sam laughed as I glared at him. He shut the car door and Dean turned the engine off, getting out a moment later.

Dean laughed as he and Sam both rounded the corner. I glared at him too and he stopped; zippering up his mouth with his fingers like he was four. "Yeah, laugh it up chuckles." I commented dryly and I heard him smirk as he opened the trunk.

I crossed my arms over my chest and looked around the dark cemetery. "Better grab flashlights." I said quietly but I knew they were already grabbing that along with the small duffel filled with salt, lighter fluid and matches. "Can I carry something?"

Dean turned around and dropped a set of matches into my open palm. He smiled as I looked up and glared at him. "Don't look at me like that. If it's too heavy for you give it to Sam."

I threw it at the back of his head and laughed slightly as he turned and gave me a glower of his own. He picked the box up and put it in the duffel. Sam shut the trunk and carried the shovels while Dean hoisted the bag onto his back. I nearly rolled my eyes at the fact that they wouldn't let me help but I guess I could take into account that they were just trying to be gentlemen.

"How are we going to find Madeline's grave?"

"I was looking at a layout of the cemetery and the papers say her family buried her in section 7. We're in section 4 right now." Sam answered and as I looked at him, I couldn't see the details of his face. The darkness made me shudder. I felt Dean's arm come around me and pull me close as we walked up the path and away from the car.

"And what about the actress? Where is she buried?"

"Four." Dean replied unhappily and I looked up at him. "Sorry, babe, we're gonna have to get rid of her first."

"It's okay." I muttered quietly. As long as nothing else happened between then, it really was okay if we did her grave second. Dean leaned down and kissed my head a few times as we broke off the path and made our way through the graves.

"Okay, keep your eyes peeled for Elise Drummond. She has to be around here somewhere." Dean cautioned and I broke away from him to look around. "Stay close." I knew he was looking directly at me even though it was hard to see in the dark.

"Flashlight for me?" I asked and Sam came towards me, handing me an extra one. The light from his own flashlight glowed on his face like the moon. "Thanks."

I looked around the grass, at the graves that were flat and weren't really headstones, All of them were really old; we must have been in that kind of section. I wondered if the sections were broken up between years.

"Here." I called after a moment, seeing a square copper colored gravestone flat in the ground just beyond the ones I was looking at. "You know, what I don't get is why now? Why this movie?"

"Well, maybe she's mad they're making a scary ghost flick." Dean commented and I shrugged.

Sam scoffed and I recognized it as a short laugh instead. "Come on; is it really even that scary?"

Dean and Sam crowded around me, dropping the shovels and duffel. I backed up as Dean took one side of the stone and Sam took the other. The gently shifted it aside and I sighed, watching them. I wished it could help, I felt useless.

"You are useless."

I shook my head, looking around. Where the fuck had that come from? I looked at Dean and Sam but it hadn't looked like they had heard anything. Had it been in my head? It hadn't sounded like my voice…it sounded like… my heart dropped. Madeline.

"Guys I think we should hurry it up." I told them frantically.

"They don't care about you. They're going to let me kill you. Just like my husband let me get killed."

I put a hand on my head and groaned. I felt Dean come up and grip my shoulders.

"Andy, what is it?"

I looked up at him, scared. "Its Madeline, she's in my head."

Dean turned and looked at Sam. "We need to get to section 7."

"But what about—"

"I don't care Sam; we can burn the dead actress after we're done." Dean spat, picking me up in his arms as my legs gave out from under me. That seemed to get Sam moving. He picked up the shovels and the duffel and hurriedly crossed in front of Dean, heading back to the car.

I put my head against Dean's shoulder as I felt pain shoot through my head. It felt like I was getting one of those visions during the day, but more painful. It must have been taking Madeline a lot of effort to force her spirit into my thoughts. No wonder it hurt.

"Andy, just hold on, okay?" Dean pleaded, rubbing his lips over my head soothingly. But his words were drowned out by Madeline's shrieking in my head. It sounded like an explosion going off.

Dean placed me in the backseat, getting in the front and speeding off so fast the tires screeched. Sam had barely shut the door. I writhed in the back seat; my head feeling like it was on fire. I started crying, big, fat, painful tears rolling down my flushed cheeks.

"We gotta hurry, Dean." I think I heard Sam said; Madeline had started another roll of curses and screams in my head.

"That's it!" She screamed. "Cry, Andy. That's all you know how to do."

"Shut up!" I screamed right back, although I think Sam and Dean only heard me. I felt someone's hand on my head, gently stroking my hair. It had to be Sam, Dean was driving the car.

"She's burning up." Sam said suddenly and I felt him pull me into his arms and pull my jacket off. I'm surprised he made it to the backseat without flying through the back window; Dean was driving through the winding roads like a mad man.

It seemed like the closer we got to her grave the more her screaming started to make sense. Instead of insults she was screaming pleads not to kill her, not to take her baby. And then she screamed that I had taken her baby.

I moaned in pain. "I didn't touch your baby." I spat, collapsing against Sam's chest, taking up clumps of his shirt in my hands. Another shot of pain shocked my head and I felt it bounce around against my skull. I felt my head buck back and blood start pooling around my nose. "Please, stop." I begged.

"Dean!" I heard Sam yell but I didn't know whether if it was because of me or because we'd reached section 7 and Dean didn't know. Dean braked the car.

Blood dripped from my nose and leaked into my mouth. I think it ended up on Sam's shirt.

"Please don't! Please don't take my baby!" She was hysterical, crying as hard as I had cried when I first saw her in my nightmare. Maybe that was why I had cried so hard. Because I had felt the same things she had.

"Dean!" I moaned and I felt myself being passed into someone's arms.

"I got you babe, its okay." He mumbled, but he didn't sound confident. He sounded scared and like he was running out of time. I felt him place me down against a grave. I barely saw him as he kneeled in front of me. One because it was dark and another because my eyes were filled with tears, fogging my vision.

"Sam! Get the shovels!"

"Got 'em Dean." He dropped them at Dean's side and handed Dean a tissue. "I'll look for the grave."

I whimpered weakly as Dean wiped blood from around my nose. He gave me a long kiss on the forehead and stroked the side of my face. "You still with me?"

I nodded, but barely. I figured I better say something before he had some sort of panic attack. "Yeah…I'm here. Hurry, please. She's taking a break in my head and I'm scared to know why."

Dean nodded and gave me another small kiss before he broke off and started helping Sam look for the grave. It felt like I had the flu. My body hurt to move and I felt the fever sweating its way through my skin. It still felt like blood was leaking from my nose as the dull waves of pain still thumped in my head. I wondered if she needed to take a break to recharge. Then she could use her energy trying to push herself in my head again. I hope Dean and Sam found the grave before that happened. I don't think I could take that much amount of pain again.

I rubbed my forehead with the palm of my hand and sighed heavily, feeling it puff against my face as the wind blew. I felt the wetness from the grass seep through my jeans and chill my skin, causing me to shake.

"Here." Sam pulled on the back of Dean's leather jacket and motioned to a grave right near me.

He smiled comfortingly at me as Dean grabbed the shovels. "Almost over, Andy."

"Sam's never been more right."

Madeline started screaming again.

O0o0o0o0o0

I screamed as the pain boiled over in my head, like someone had poured hot lava right into my skull.

I heard Sam yell at Dean to help him dig, that that was the only way I'd be alright. But that was all I heard, the screeching drowned the rest out. I collapsed onto my side, my head hitting the cool grass.

Flashes of blood. Lots of it. My stomach gave a heave but nothing came up. I saw the gas station again and pieces of the long hallway. Sharp turns and into the bathroom. Glass was shattered on the floor, Madeline tripping and piercing her skin against it as she tried to crawl away. It was like I was standing right in the doorway, watching her try and crawl towards me. She looked up at me like I could help her and I wanted to. But just as I went to help, a man came up behind her, twirling his knife manically.

"Please…" She begged me, reaching her hands out.

The man came up behind her, eyes glowing black like oil, and slit her throat. I turned my face away, not being able to handle that kind of scene. I could hear her choke on her own blood, coughing as she tried to spit it from her mouth.

I gasped up off the grass, coughing harshly. Blood was pooling around my own mouth. I gagged and spit, trying to expel it so I didn't choke.

"Get a match!" Dean bellowed and I started to grow dizzy. His voice faded from my ears again.

Latin chanting. And boots cracking the grass.

"You've always been a messy one." Another man said, walking past me. He didn't see me; he was too busy staring at the mess that was Madeline.

I nearly gagged when I saw her. So I focused on the two men instead.

"We need to hurry before the baby dies." He warned.

The black eyed man nodded, harshly turning over Madeline. He took his dagger, which was still dripping in Madeline's blood and performed only something I could describe as a C section.

The baby started crying and a lump threatened to break out of my throat. The man smiled, cutting the cord and handing it over to the other man. He raised his head. The man with the yellow eyes. He starting singing a lullaby and the baby quieted. My heart stopped as he connected eyes with me…and smiled.

I jerked up into Dean's arms, sobbing loudly. I could smell smoke and I heard the crackling fire beside me. The bones were being destroyed. That's why I was jerked out of the vision.

"Its okay, baby." Dean crooned, holding me tightly to him. "It's over, I'm right here."

I wrapped my arms around Dean's back and held onto him tightly. I felt Sam kneel beside me and stroke my back, muttering 'shh' and 'its okay' over and over again. His voice melted with Dean's and my cries quieted down.

I buried my head in Dean's shoulder, the throbs of Madeline's spirit still jerking around in my head even though she was gone.

"I…I need some serious Advil." I sniveled and pulled back, wiping my cheeks. "God…" I rubbed my temples.

"I'll get it." Sam offered.

"No, that's okay. She's shaking like crazy, we mise well put her in the car and turn the heat on. There's a blanket in the back, can you get it?" Dean asked Sam and Sam nodded, heading to the trunk. Dean looked back at me, kissing my forehead. "I'm gonna pick you up okay?"

Was I really that disoriented that he had to tell me his every move? Whatever. My head hurt too much and I still tasted copper. I wasn't going to bitch. I just nodded and Dean swiftly picked me up, cradling me as Sam opened the car door.

"We have to rebury the grave, Dean." Sam reminded.

Dean nodded. "Yeah, I know." He took the blanket. "Thanks. Let me just get her situated."

Sam headed off and took one of the shovels, starting in on the huge pile of dirt around the grave. I felt bad I was keeping Dean from helping and he was pushing the dirt back in by himself. But I underestimated Sam sometimes. He never complained about doing stuff like that. I guess I forgot he was just as strong as Dean was and he could do stuff like that by himself.

Dean wrapped the blanket around my shoulders. "Do we have any water?" I asked; my voice raw from the crying. "It tastes like a penny factory in my mouth."

He winced. "Yeah, I'll check the trunk."

He left for a moment and I shivered as wind whipped through the cemetery. I pulled the blankest tighter around myself, waiting for Dean. I wished his arms were around me; in a safe warm cocoon.

"Here." He appeared with a bottle of water and two pills for my head.

I took water into my mouth and swashed it around, spitting it out on onto the grass. It was slightly pink from the blood and I grimaced. I took the pills from his hands and drank it down in one gulp. I gave him the water bottle and closed my eyes for a moment; hoping the pills worked quickly.

Sam was nearly done with the grave so I wondered if it was horrible to ask Dean what I was about to ask him. "I don't want you to leave." I mentioned quietly. "Not until we get out of this stupid cemetery." I looked up at him, scared tears still shiny in my eyes. "Please, don't leave."

"Baby…" Dean said softly and slid in the car with me. He didn't shut the door, but pulled me into his chest. I unwrapped myself from the blanket to put my arms around his waist and I rubbed my face against his button down. "It's okay, I'm not going anywhere."

He pulled the blanket up over my shoulders and ran his hands through my hair, cradling my head. I heard the trunk open and the shovels being put away and then the door close next to us. I lifted my head and saw Sam get in the driver's seat, sighing.

"Sorry Sam." I muttered.

"Oh, no, it's okay Andy." He sounded sincere. "Really, it was just digging."

I nodded and then remembered Madeline's memories. "Guys, when I was…against the grave. Madeline was showing me her memories. And…" My voice crackled. Dean pushed his lips against my forehead. "And, the Yellow Eyed demon took her baby. He was the one who sent the demon to kill her."

"Are you sure?" Dean asked and I nodded, burying my head against him again. I shuddered; terrified.

"Andy, Dean and I can't stress this enough. Nothing is going to happen to you or your baby while we're around. Nothing." Sam stated, starting the car.

"Madeline said that her husband let her get killed."

"We're not him, Andy." Dean nearly growled. I could hear it in his chest. He got it under control, tried to remain calm since I was so upset. "You matter too much to me and Sam to ever let something like that happen. You understand me?"

I nodded and rubbed my face against his chest, his chin resting on my head. "I understand."

I didn't say anything for the rest of the night.

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The burning of the actresses bones was easier than the burning of Madeline's but I guess I should have figured that. We headed back to the set the next day, driving past the gas station, like some sort of fucking test. I got nothing other than chills. Not voices, no visions, nothing. But I guess that was a good thing. I had to apologize to Dean for not talking for the rest of the night last night. Apparently I had scared him and he nearly thought I had gone catatonic. I told him he had been watching too many ER episodes but that I understood and I was fine. I was just scared and freaked out to be honest. But after a shower, some more sleep and cuddling against Dean like I had nearly lost him, I felt a little better.

We thought the haunting was over, until we showed up and police cars were everywhere. Another death, a completely different spirit. Since a producer had been killed by a huge electrical fan we looked into the death pattern. Just like the actress and her rope scene, Sam found another spirit linked to the same death. A man was killed on set by his clothes accidently being caught in the fan.

So we rewound the tapes, what more could we do? We sat there for an hour or so…until I recognized something.

"Wait…you hear that?" I asked and rewound the tape. I looked at Sam and Dean as the Latin from one of the scenes played out through the speakers. "That's the real deal."

"You mean that they're actually speaking a dead language?" Dean asked and I looked at Sam.

"Isn't that a necromantic summoning ritual?" I asked Sam and he nodded. "What hell is that doing in a Hollywood Movie?"

So I did the only thing I knew what to do. We had to ask Oliver. Which Dean was not happy about, despite it was the only way to get that information. He would know who wrote it, since they had many writers for the movie.

I rolled my eyes and pulled him along, Sam trailing behind. He'd just have to deal with it; there was nothing more we could do. If he wanted this case done, he'd let me ask Oliver. I also told him, the sooner I asked the sooner we'd be out of here and we'd never see Oliver again. Which it kind of hurt as Dean's grin became wide. Oliver was a good guy; he helped us out, more than on one occasion. I mean, I didn't like him like that, I loved Dean. But he seemed like he would be a nice friend to have and I felt bad for using him and then we wouldn't show up for work one day, most likely sometime this week and I'd crush him. But I guess I had to do what I had to do. I couldn't exactly tell him I hunted ghosts for a living and I had to go where the jobs took us.

Oliver keyed us in that Walter wrote the script with the Latin. And perhaps he knew what the hell he was doing. I mean, Walter was the same one that knew about the salt and how to use it. So maybe he knew more than what was good for him.

"What do you think?" I asked Sam and Dean as we headed into the car.

"I think we need to talk to Walter." Dean said, opening my car door for me. I smiled and sat down in passenger as he rounded the car. "We'll wait till most people leave for the night and then confront him."

"You think he's controlling spirits or something?" I asked them, turning and leaning against the car door. I put my legs over Dean's lap and he rubbed my ankles for a moment.

"It's a possibility. I mean, the producers and directors didn't use his script. Maybe he's pissed, using the spirits for revenge."

I rolled my eyes. "Nutjob. You don't play with fire like that. Spirits figure out what he's doing and they're not going to be happy about their strings being pulled."

Sam snorted. "Yeah, no kidding."

It took two hours for most of the people to clear out. Sam had fallen asleep in the backseat and Dean and I had been watching each person walk out of the stage, making sure none of them were Walter. Luckily there was only one exit to the stage and at least eight or ten people left at one time. So we could keep track of the people who left. Eventually we'd have to head inside and find Walter.

I pulled my legs off of Dean and he looked over at me to see why I had moved. I switched sides, crawling over and on him to sit on his lap. I leaned my back against the driver's door and he put his one arm over my shoulder while his other rested on my lap. I played with his hand and the ring on his finger.

"Hi." I said gently and he smiled at me, kissing my cheek.

"Hey, how are you?"

I shrugged. "Better then last night, I'm really sorry about that again, Dean. I didn't mean to make you worry."

"Its okay, I'm just glad you're back to being yourself." He glanced out the window and then back at me.

I leaned towards him and hugged him tightly and then pulled back, kissing his cheekbone. It was kind of like a sorry for last night and a reassurance that I was back to being myself. He smiled and thanked me for the hug and kiss by kissing my lips briefly.

"You got enough sleep last night, right?"

I nodded. "More than I thought I would. She took a lot out of me."

Dean shook his head. "I should have never let it get that far. We should have headed to section 7 first—"

I put my hand up, cutting Dean off. "Dean, babe, its not your fault." I smiled slightly and kissed the side of his mouth. "And I'm fine. So stop blaming yourself like I died."

He nodded once and leaned his nose against mine and kissed me gently. I wrapped an arm around his neck and leaned into the kiss, stroking the side of his face with my other hand. I smiled and pulled back, kissing his nose gently. I leaned my head back on his shoulder and laid against him, enjoying the feeling of his arms around me and his breathing against my body.

Dean kissed the side of my head and then my neck, sighing as he turned to look out the window again. I took a deep breath of leather and cinnamon, closing my eyes as it calmed my system.

"We should head in soon." Dean said and rubbed a hand along my spine. "Andy, you awake?"

I nodded, rubbing my eyes but not getting up off of him. "Barely."

"Sorry, babe." He whispered and I leaned up and smiled.

"Not your fault. I should know better than to lay on you. You're way too comfortable."

He smirked and pecked my cheek. "Thanks."

I leaned back over the seat and he patted my ass as I did so. I rolled my eyes and shook Sam's shoulder awake.

"Come on, Sam."

He groaned and shifted, nodding that he was awake and not to shake him again.

"Well, lets go shove some sense into Walter." I muttered, annoyed.

O0o0o0o0o

When we hurried into the studio, salt guns and rock salt aimed and ready, we were almost too late. Walter was going into a speech to another producer on how he should have given his script a chance; a second thought. I think Walter's mental status should have been given another thought.

"Dean!" I screamed, as the fan on the set started up and spirit began dragging the producer.

Walter was surprised to see us and backed up a step. I'm also guessing he had no idea that we had guns filled with rock salt. Dean shot away, the spirit disappearing as Sam shut off the fan.

I helped the producer off the floor and he looked extremely flustered. He looked at all of us. "You three are one hell of a PA team." I rolled my eyes.

"What are you doing?" Walter asked us. I nearly felt bad for him; looking at his eyes you could tell he was hurt. Bruised the wrong way. But just because your feelings are hurt by a Hollywood producer doesn't mean you start killing people. Doesn't mean you raise spirits to do it for you.

"I could ask you the same thing, Walter. Raising these spirits from the dead? Making them murder for you?" I shook my head.

"You don't understand."

I wanted to take a step towards him but Dean reached out and gripped my elbow. "You know what? You're right, I don't understand."

"You put your heart and soul into something, years of hard work. It's years. And then they take it! And they crap all over it!" I winced. "And then they want you to smile and say, "Thank you"." He shook his head and I watched him grip the talisman. "Look…I've got nothing against you three. Just please, please, just leave."

"Sorry, can't do that." Dean looked at the producer and saw he was looking at me up and down. He grit his teeth. "It's not that we like him or anything; it's just a matter of principle."

"Then I'm sorry, too." He raised the talisman and began chanting the same Latin from the daily.

"Walter, wait!" I tried but the set started shaking and an eerie wind whipped through the room. Dean grabbed my arm and pulled me back towards the set. There was a shack there that they were using for the movie and we all rushed through the door.

Dean and Sam loaded their salt guns again. The producer looked me over again and I glared at him. He obviously wasn't too worried about us dying or anything. "Look me up one more time and I'm gonna give you to Walter."

He shied his eyes away and Dean smirked, apparently approving my choice of words. He came up next to me and I leaned against his side, looking around the set.

"How is Walter controlling them?" The producer asked, looking freaked out now that he admitted to himself that ghosts were real.

"Probably that talisman." Sam said, taking out his cell.

"Sam, right now probably isn't the best time to order a pizza." I snapped.

Sam turned and glared at me. "I figure if film cameras pick these suckers up, then…maybe…" He moved his cell phone around the room, his phone on the camera setting. He suddenly saw one of the ghosts a few feet away and shot his salt gun. He did it again and then motioned for Dean to shoot.

"I'm gonna go see if I can find Walter." I said, trying to take off. Dean's voice halted me.

"The hell you are. Stay right here where I can see you."

"Dean this isn't going to stop unless we destroy that talisman or get Walter to reverse the Latin."

Dean looked at me and then at the phone Sam was holding up, making sure he didn't need to shoot again.

"I'll go with her." Sam offered and handed the phone to producer. "Get the idea?" He asked him before he came along with me. The producer nodded meekly and held the phone up.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Be careful."

I nodded and headed out of the set doors with Sam. "He went up on the stairs." Sam said and pulled me towards the landings.

We climbed the staircase, reaching the top. Walter looked surprised to see us and he almost backed up against a random paint can on the floor.

"It's over, Walter. Now give it to me." Sam demanded.

I gasped as Walter threw the talisman on the ground, apparently not any aware of what he just did. "There, okay? Now no one can have it." He said that like he fixed something.

I shook my head, glancing at Sam. "I wouldn't have done that if I were you. You just freed them. Walter, you brought them back, forced them to murder. They're not gonna be very happy with you." I said slowly, so he would understand the gravity of his situation.

He looked at me like he didn't care. Like he knew since he was playing with fire he was going to get burned and that he was okay with that. I scrunched my eyes at him and took a step foreword.

But it was too late. Walter fell to the ground, screaming in pain. I grimaced as blood filled his shirt and turned into Sam, not wanting to see any more blood for a very long time. I had been dealing too much with it lately and my stomach felt the same queasiness that it had been the last few days. Sam rubbed my back gently and pulled me towards the stairs.

O0o0o0o0o

"Well, all experiences and dead people aside, I really liked L.A."

Dean laughed at me and ruffled my hair. "And what does that leave really?"

I smiled. "Oliver and the diners." Dean glared and I put my hands on his chest, kissing him gently. "Don't glare, babe. He was nice, give him that. Without him we wouldn't have been able to do most of the case."

"Yeah, yeah." He muttered with a roll of his eyes and I kissed his bottom lip.

"Come on," Sam complained. "The sooner you two stop sucking face, the sooner we can get out of here."

I giggled and pulled back. "Can I drive?"

"No." I frowned as it came out of both the Winchester's mouths as the same time.

"I never get to drive." I pouted as I discretely picked Dean's pocket and slid the keys in the back of my jeans.

He smiled and kissed my nose. "Ever figure there was a reason for that, babe?"

"No, I just figured you two were jackass." Sam snorted and Dean smirked. Yeah, that confirmed it.

"Bagel girl." I turned and saw Oliver approach the car. I smiled at him and Dean pulled on my arm.

"Tell him we're leaving." He growled in my ear. I rolled my eyes and pushed him towards the car while I approached Oliver.

"Hey Oliver." I said, smiling.

He was wearing a red t-shirt and black jeans, converses on as his shoes. He looked like a dorky kid, especially with the blonde spiked hair. But you could tell those muscles flaring on his arms indicated he was much older.

"Hey, you leaving?"

I nodded. "Yeah." Why was I so disappointed to leave? Then I realized he had this puppy look like Sam. That must have been it.

"Without the chance of me being able to show you around L.A." Dean's growl was loud and I turned to glare at him. Oliver just smiled. "With your boyfriend and his brother."

I turned back and smiled at him. "It really is too bad, Oliver. It sounds like it would be a lot of fun."

"Where are you going?"

"Well, the job, my real job, takes me around a lot so…where the next job is that's where I'll be."

"Ever think you'll be in L.A again?"

I shook my head. "I don't think so. Not for a long time anyways."

He frowned. "That's too bad." He thought for a moment and then looked at Dean and then back at me.

"Don't let Dean scare you." I muttered and Oliver smirked. "He's just very, very protective."

"A good boyfriend though?"

I smiled. "The best." I hoped Dean heard that too.

"Would he mind if I gave you my number, then? We could all get drinks the next time you stop in L.A." He emphasized the word all and even though I knew I told him I might never be back, I didn't want to be rude.

"Sure, that'd be great."

I gave him my cell and he said he'd text me his number so I wouldn't have to go get my phone so he could give me his.

"Hope to see you again." He smiled; it'd be one of those things I'd never forget.

"I hope so too." And that was honest.

I turned back to the car and got in driver's, Dean glaring at Oliver as I started the car.

"Dean, stop glaring. There's no threat."

"Yeah, whatever." He mumbled.

"Want to know why?" I asked with smile and he turned his head to look at me.

"Why?" He asked and I gave him a big kiss on the lips.

"Because I'm yours."

He smirked and shook his head, smiling happily at the concept. His bravado than came back and his grin faded like he shouldn't have been that happy about it. He cleared his throat and leaned back in his seat. "I mean, yeah, that better be how it is."

I just laughed.

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