When the movie ended, Cas and Dean stood to stretch. Becky and Sam did the same in the front row.

"What are you thinking? Got the rock salt?" Sam called up to Dean.

"Yeah, in the bag at the motel. Ready to go?" he asked.

They left the movies and climbed back into the Impala. Dean couldn't help but notice Becky and Sam sitting much closer than was necessary. He rolled his eyes and backed up the car.

Soon, they were back in their motel room, sitting silently and rigid, waiting for the coming battle with the ghost. But nothing happened. Sam checked his watch.

"It's been two hours. Nothing. What are we missing?" he asked.

"In the movie, the kids had two rooms, not just one. Maybe it's trying to separate us?" Becky said.

It was worth a shot. Sam went to the front desk to check out the room next to his, leaving Cas, Becky, and Dean alone in their room.

"So, you two doing it or what?" she asked blatantly.

"Damn, Becky! Who the hell asks that kind of thing?" Dean said.

"Doing what?" Cas asked her.

"Never mind it, Cas. She's just poking her nose around," Dean said.

She shrugged her shoulders and smiled.

"There's something between you two. I can feel it. I can't place exactly what it is yet, but it looks a whole lot like l-," she began, but cut off when Sam opened the door, and handed Dean the key to the new room. Dean gave Becky a meaningful look, that plainly said don't talk about it.

Dean and Cas settled into the room, waiting for the onslaught. They kept quiet, looking for anything suspicious. The room stayed still. Dean shrugged. He was sure this was something supernatural. Maybe it was just a coincidence.

Cas looked entirely at ease, considering he was a mortal again who could be killed just as easily as the rest of them. He glanced at Dean, who was sitting on the edge of the bed. He didn't want to waste this opportunity. He stood and walked over to Dean, who looked up at him.

"What's up, Cas?" he asked.

But Cas didn't say anything. Instead he leaned down and kissed Dean, reveling in the motions, the taste, everything about him. Dean sighed into his mouth. Without warning, he grabbed Cas around the middle and threw him down onto the bed.

He began unbuttoning Cas' shirt as he continued to kiss him. He felt so warm and gentle. Dean couldn't wait to get his shirt off. He felt Cas fumbling with his buttons as well. Screw it, he thought, and sat up to take off his shirt for him. Cas did the same thing. Dean leaned back in to continue the kissing. The feeling of skin on skin was too much. He could feel the hardening in his pants. Running a hand up Cas' thigh, he found his erection too.

Cas moaned at the touch, pulling Dean closer to him. Then, Cas flipped the pair of them so that he was on top. Dean didn't know what to think. He was usually in charge, but this was hot. Everything Cas was doing to him felt so good, he wondered why he had ever doubted his feelings at all.

Cas was feeling everywhere his hands could reach. He caressed Dean's neck and chest, slowly moving down his torso and stomach. His hand came to a stop on Dean's member, causing his eyes to fly open in pleasure.

That's when he saw her standing right behind Cas, a knife pulled back, about to strike.

"Cas, move!" Dean yelled. Cas moved quickly to the side. Dean jumped up to try and grab his rock salt gun, but he had to maneuver past the ghost first. As he reached for the gun, she disappeared, flashing to behind Cas. This time, Dean was too slow with his warning. Cas turned as she brought the knife down.

"Cas!" Dean yelled. "Drop!"

Cas dropped to the ground, and Dean shot the ghost. She disappeared, but Dean knew this wasn't the last of it. They needed to find her bones, to salt and burn them. That was the only way to end it. A sudden frantic pounding at the door brought Dean back to Earth.

"Dean! Cas!" Sam yelled through the door.

Dean walked over and threw open the door to find Becky and Sam.

"It's okay," he told them. "She showed up, but I got her. We have to find those bones."

Cas walked up to them, a pained look on his face.

"Thank God you're okay. But why did she come here? And why do you have your shirts off? Wait, in the movie, right before the ghost came, those teenagers were in their room, and they were…so were you guys…what exactly were you two..," Sam began with dawning apprehension on his face.

"Cas, you're bleeding!" Dean said suddenly.

Cas had pressed a towel to his arm, but redness had begun to seep through.

"I think it will be fine. I moved right as she brought the knife down," Cas said.

Dean wasn't convinced. Ignoring the confused look on his brother's face, and the smug grin on Becky's, Dean led Cas to the bathroom to examine his cut further. It wasn't deep, but it certainly was painful. Cas grimaced as Dean gently ran warm water over the cut and washed it. He dug through his bag and found a bandage to wrap it up.

"Thank you," Cas said as he examined his newly wrapped arm.

"Anytime. But try not to get hurt again…I don't like to see you in pain," Dean said. He leaned in and kissed Cas gently on the lips. "Now, let's go get the bitch that did this to you."

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"This is the place," Sam said, as Dean pulled to a stop in front of a cemetery.

"What's the name again?" Dean asked.

"Evaline Burgess. She should be in the older part of the cemetery, near the back," Sam answered.

They walked quietly through the cemetery, Dean carrying his rock salt gun, and Sam loaded down with salt, gas, shovels, and a lighter. Dean didn't like this part of the job. It felt disrespectful. Not to the insane ghost whose bones were buried here, but to all the other people. Everyone here had a story, a life. And they walked right past them, neither knowing nor caring what their stories were.

"Everyone has a story," Cas whispered to him, so Becky and Sam wouldn't hear.

"What do you mean? I thought you couldn't read minds without your mojo," Dean answered.

"I can't. But I do know that look on your face. These people are gone, Dean. They do not know or care what we do in this cemetery. Whether they are in Heaven, hell, or purgatory, they are gone from this place. Cemeteries are built for those who are left behind, not those who are buried in them."

Dean reached over and gave a gentle squeeze on Cas' hand. He was always in awe of Cas' ability to make everyone feel better.

"This is the place," Sam said, as they reached the very back of the cemetery. He dropped what he was holding onto the ground, and he and Dean began to dig. Cas and Becky kept look out, either for humans coming to investigate, or the ghost herself. Finally, Dean's shovel hit something hard in the dirt.

He and Sam gave each other a look of grim understanding, and busted through the top of the weathered casket. From above them, he heard Becky give a small scream.